I handle the guardianship papers for her ward, yet every meeting at the shared desk pulls me deeper. Brigid's commands leave no room for refusal.
Each time she orders me to strip and count the crop strikes on bare skin. I kneel for the collar she places around my neck. The degradation strips away more than my clothes.
I could end the arrangement before it threatens the household. I never do. My fear of losing her control binds me tighter than the leather.
Victorian lesbian FemDom erotica featuring collaring, riding crop discipline, and degradation. For readers who crave strict female dominants and the women who yield to them.
