Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)
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Dernière publication mar., oct. 18, 2016
Life for Kristie has always been dull. Ever since she was a little girl she'd done what need be done. At the young age of fifteen she'd had to balance a steady job and school after her father walked out, leaving her and her mother to strive for themselves. On top of all that stress she was constantly picked on and nagged at for being boring. No one wanted to associate with the girl who was no fun, and that's exactly what she was... Until the day of her mothers death. She'd just celebrated her twenty-third birthday a week prior when her mother told her, on her death bed, to live life to the fullest now that she was free of her burdens. Kristie took that as a surprise. thinking further into it she realized there was so much more for her to experience. She wanted to experience something new, she just didn't know what that was. That was, until one faithful night, she stumbled into a club for some drinks, only to realize it was a BDSM club. Looking around at the scene before her she came to realize that is what she had been missing. she wanted one of these relationships, and she was bound and determined to get one.
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Women have balls too; at least that was the creed Kristen Hilton lived by. It was the mantra for the Mistress of The Treasure Box and she displayed the shiny suckers to anyone who crossed her path. It was tough being the top Dom for San Francisco hottest BDSM club and it appeared that her status was like a bloody carcass in a shark infested ocean. So it was no surprise when Donovan Fairchild tried to put her to the test. After a brief meeting where she bested him in a spar of words, though he admits defeat, Kris finds her paranoia insisting that she not take his word. It had only been a few months since the only person she shared her heart with had nearly been raped and killed after she was kidnapped by an asshole who she had allowed VIP membership. She was not going to let another psycho win. She turns to Ivan and solicits his help through his Private Investigator. She knew Ivan would deliver...she was just shocked on who he delivers. Wicked games and dangerous flirting, mingled with the revisit of past lovers and nightmares, then top it off with explosive twist of fate and heart retching confessions; that was what Kris was in for. How was she to keep sane as all she had worked to gain and keep becomes threatened along with her life? Along side the dwindling fate of her reputation, which the wickedly handsome Viktor was about to lay to waste, did she really have to worry about who was holding the dagger in the dark? **Sequel to Conditioned...** Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters; so far chapter TWO is private and i can't fix that. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned... I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!
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