Her African Mistress

I knew, after the wild, dark thrills I had had with Zamile in Washington, I had to accept her invitation to join her in Africa. But I had barely gotten off the plane when Chaka was stripping me and carrying me over his shoulders through her busy household! Zamile soon made it clear she would strip away all my inhibitions, too, as she and any other of her friends and servants she desired, would use my body the way it was meant to be used! It was my destiny, she said, to learn to submit to her will and to surrender my body for the pleasure of others! It was a wild, dark fever dream of shocking, thrilling sexual subjugation, and I was soon adrift on a storm of heat and emotions, completely at her mercy!

Warning: graphic sex and sexuality