I am paralyzed with dread and uncertainty as I stand in the cold and bare examination room. I turn to face the metal contraption, a strange combination between a table and a chair with leather restraints at the foot and head area. I shiver and look at the large mirror covering almost half of one wall. The door opens with a squeak. I turn to face the person who has purchased me. I suck in a sharp breath. I know the man, everyone knows him. His name is Darian Brandt. He is tall, has broad shoulders, and has an aura of authority surrounding him. He is wearing a black suit that is tailored to ...

Nervous and Naked…Before a Whole Lot of People! Hello! Here are Books 1 through 5 of my newest series: “Exposed in Public,” all neatly bundled and deeply discounted for your reading pleasure! It sure is fun when a nervous, shy, modest, and beautiful woman finds herself having to undress and expose herself in front of someone—especially if that someone is not quite, um, “authorized” to see her in this condition. But it is a whole other matter of that shivering honey must endure that debasement in front of a nice, big crowd of people—be they family, friends, classmates, ...

It is my first night at the new job and I wake up in the middle of the night, not being able to go back to sleep I decide to find my way downstairs to the kitchen but soon get distracted by noises and an open door. I can't help myself but peek into the room and I'm amazed and turned on by what I see. A movie of a woman restrained and being examined and enjoying the rough humiliating treatment. Before I can even think about leaving, Lord Ashmore catches me at the door. He notices my excitement and lets me take a look at his special room. I want what I saw. I want Lord Ashmore to be the one ...

The flyer catches my eye. The words “Earn Easy Money – take part in Medical Study", stare at me. I feel a tiny little bit of hope. I know it won't be pleasant and most likely humiliating, but I need the money. Sitting here on this cold synthetic material of the gynecological chair, I feel entirely exposed in the short paper gown. I’m just waiting for the doctors to arrive. The room is chilly, and my slender form shivers a bit. But even though I’m excited about the money, the thought of being examined by two strangers keeps my nerves on edge. The money is extremely generous, I'm ...

Dripping. Desperate. Begging for more. The innocent women in these stories need to be taught their place. And their bosses and husbands know just how. Passed around, shared, and humiliated, these naughty women learn how to please. But can they handle so much pleasure and so much shame? Or will they be stretched too far?