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BOUND BY THE DOCTOR (Powerone)


BOUND BY THE DOCTOR by Powerone

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SCANDULOUS EXAMINATIONS

In 1715, after a three-year battle with the King’s Bench, Dr. Michael Neville was victorious. It was determined by the Chief Justice.

"Since a woman is man’s possession, he is legally entitled to use whatever means to enforce his rights to his wife’s body. If necessary, spankings, whipping and enforced bondage of the female is all within the rights of the husband to fulfill his natural pleasure that God has bestowed upon him."

Dr. Neville entitled his concept based on this ruling Philosophy of Lust, and he began to flesh out his Philosophy of Lust into greater detail. His main thrust was for him to provide not only the aristocrats a wife, but Dr. Neville would also provide the necessary training to make each woman into the true submissive that would find her calling to bring man sexual pleasure in any manner he desired. All sexual preferences would be allowed and encouraged. The price would be princely, but he wasn’t bringing the aristocrats the whores in the gentlemen’s clubs. The women he’d provide would be innocent and naïve yet submissive.

It would take a while to get men to part with their money, but Dr. Neville would give them a peek into their future. He would hold private physical examinations of the women in his poor houses for those that could afford the price of admission. Bondage was standard procedure, but it was also taught that complete surrender was an alternative. This would be a sought-after ability for the men that got their pleasure strictly in domination.

He’d bet his fortune on that outcome. He started ten establishments that took in only young women eighteen and over. He found many of them beautiful but unsophisticated. Beauty and body was a critical input in his selection. He was left with one hundred females. It was time to recoup his investment.
Would the aristocrats part with their money to get young, innocent and submissive? Would the remaining women of the orphanages be willing to give up their innocence to live a life that they only heard of?

Product type: EBook    Published by: Renaissance E Books    Published: 4 / 2019

No. words: 73000

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Bondage/BDSM Fetishes

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Chapter 1
The Philosophy of Lust

Dr. Michael Neville finally got his fame in early 1715. Through his solicitor, he’d been fighting for clarification on a single point of law for three years. Sir John Holt, Chief Justice of the King’s Bench, finally gave the following edict.
The origin of the concept of a martial exemption from taking his wife without her consent is the idea that by marriage, a woman gives her irrevocable consent for her husband to have sex with her any time he demands it. The property withheld in a female is her virginity. Following the line of logic, a woman was first the property of her father then upon marriage, the property of her husband. Therefore a man could not be prosecuted for taking his wife in his husbandly duties because she is his possession.
Sir John Holt, under Dr. Neville’s pleading, expounded upon that premise.
Since a woman is man’s possession, he is legally entitled to use whatever means to enforce his rights to his wife’s body. If necessary, spankings, whipping, and the enforced bondage of the female are all within the rights of the husband to fulfill his natural pleasure that God has bestowed upon him.
To most, that had little consequences. The common man was more worried about survival. This privilege fell to the advantage of the aristocracy. For that reason, Dr. Neville entitled his concept based on this ruling The Philosophy of Lust.
London had too many people and not enough food or medicine to take care of them. The government was overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the helpless. While many took advantage of the unfortunate by gathering up the young, beautiful women that were abandoned on the streets. They only wanted to teach them the ways of pleasuring men that could afford the luxuries of the many gentlemen clubs in the cities. It was enforced prostitution at its worst.
Dr. Neville had a considerable fortune three years ago, but he’d invested it all in this outcome. If he didn’t get the ruling he asked for, he’d be bankrupt. Dr. Neville set up small orphanages over three years ago. Because of the demand, he had to limit who he’d take in. He had ten orphanages, but they grew smaller each year. He took in only females within a year or two of the age of eighteen when they became women. His selection criteria pinpointed the deserted bastard children of the wealthy, and there were many. He found many of them beautiful, but unsophisticated from the lack of nurturing in a wealthy environment.
All of his orphanages were run by females only. He wouldn’t take the chance of male employees taking sexual advantage of the orphans. As the years passed and the orphans came of age, they were released into the streets to fend for a life on their own. It was cruel but necessary. There were exceptions. Dr. Neville provided the necessary medical services to all ten orphanages. He didn’t want any outsiders sticking their nose into his business. He learned of the psychological and physical limitations of the orphans. Beauty and body was a critical input in his selection. For those that he saw promise in the future, they were not released when they came of age. Few complained as the orphanage had provided for them for years and they were ill-equipped to handle life on the outside. In the ten orphanages, each had ten orphans left that were eighteen years old or older. That was one hundred in all. It was expensive, but now, he would turn this around to make back the money he invested in these women. He would also begin to get his sexual pleasure from the same women as he trained them to be productive women in providing the necessary pleasure that men required.
Dr. Neville began to flesh out The Philosophy of Lust into greater detail. His main thrust was for him to provide not only the aristocrats a wife, but Dr. Neville would also provide the necessary training to turn each woman into the true submissive that would find her calling to bring man sexual pleasure in any manner he desired. There would be nothing dark, degrading or dangerous. All sexual perversions would be allowed and encouraged. The price would be princely, but he wasn’t bringing the aristocrats the whores in the gentlemen’s clubs. The women he’d provide would be innocent and naïve yet submissive.
It would take a while to get men to part with their money, but Dr. Neville would give them a peek into their future. He would hold private physical examinations of the women in his orphanages open to those that could afford the price of admission. There would be humiliation as the women were forced to strip off their clothes slowly as Dr. Neville examined them intimately in full view of the men that watched from comfortable chairs. There would be follow-up examinations as he tried to ascertain the part of their bodies that were best suited to pleasuring a man’s organ as they were tested for maximum penetration of their orifices. A woman with an exceptional ability would bring a higher price. The women that ran the orphanage did instill punishment over the years as well as humiliation. It began as spankings, but over the years, it progressed to whippings. Bondage was standard procedure, but it was also taught that complete surrender was an alternative. This would be a sought-after ability for the men that got their sexual pleasure strictly in domination.
“Thank you for coming, Sir Holt.” Michael ushered him into his private office. He’d invited him, and Sir John Holt immediately accepted the invitation.
“Call me John when we aren’t in a formal business setting. It makes it much easier.”
“Michael,” he answered with his first name. John was younger than expected, barely forty if Michael was correct. John’s body was quite muscular for his age. As most distinguished gentlemen, he wore a beard, but it was well trimmed and still black. His hair was cut impeccably, and his fingernails looked as though he just had a manicure. “I thought I would like to meet the man that finally concurred on my theory. I owe you a debt of gratitude.”
“Yes, you do, Michael. I checked up on you before I made my final ruling and your dangerous venture that would’ve been your downfall without my ruling. Since we had a meeting of the minds, I thought you might show me the results of your training first hand. I’ve heard that you have a bevy of fine female flesh that is ready to serve the aristocrats that can afford the privileges. Instead of a debt of gratitude, a sample of one of your young ladies would be a suitable exchange. You could help me in understanding your training methods.”
John was certainly straight forward and direct, but Michael liked that in a man. “I would love to accommodate you in all your desires so that you may fully understand the ramifications of your ruling. Do you have any particular qualities you seek from a woman?”
“I desire innocence, but humiliation is a strong motivating factor. Complete submission, although I never spare the rod to get it. I find that it’s not only a good motivator, but punishment, even severe punishment, is deserving but not to punish the lady but to provide the stimuli that men of quality require.”
“I hope that you may spend a few days with me. I’ll find a suitable candidate to your liking that we can train together. We can start with an intimate examination of her body after she voluntarily strips off her clothes. Bondage works well in these situations until the subject can be sternly punished. I have a fine selection of paddles, whips and rods, and the lady can be placed into vulnerable positions so that no part of her body is immune. Once trained, she’ll spread her legs for you to take a rod to her pussy or thrust up her ass and spread her cheeks so the rod can find that delicate back passage and get it ready for something much bigger.
“I assume her mouth will be taught to bring back the hardness once again or to cleanse my organ when necessary?” John loved to watch as a reluctant lady took his prick in her mouth for the first time and savored the thickness and its length.
“Yes, it would be a shame to waste your precious seed. She’ll be trained to drink it down and savor its unusual flavor and thickness. Or it will be the whip on her to correct her defiant ways.”
“Or her mouth taken as she is whipped at the same time is delightful. There is nothing better than to feel the high-pitched screams resonate on my prick in her mouth from the whipping she’s receiving.” John’s prick was rock hard. He’d need his pleasure soon.
“I will provide you with innocence in not only her cunt, but also her mouth as well as her asshole. She’ll surrender up her backside to a mighty stout of a prick, not because it brings her any joy, but only for the pleasure of the man that chooses to take her in that unnatural way.” His mind was going through the list of women that would be suitable for John. He didn’t want to offend him in any manner, yet John did desire reluctance in her.
“I hope you’ll join me in taking her at the same time. It’s breathtaking to see an innocent woman accommodate more than one prick in her body at the same time. It also teaches her to use her feminine wiles to please more than one man at a time.”
“I could arrange for a third to join us so that every orifice in her body gives pleasure to stout pricks.”
“Yes, that would be interesting.” John had to get going on this or else his cock would rip through his trousers.
“We can have lunch while the young lady is prepared.”
“As long as it’s not too long.”
“I will send word for her now.” He sent word to get Lilith. She was next door in the nearby orphanage. She wouldn’t have to travel far. He also had his examination room prepared and the nearby bedroom for John when he needed to take a rest. He could see John’s excitement. Michael felt the same thing. Lilith would have an interesting few days in store for her.


Chapter 2
Lilith
Lilith was one of the original orphans taken in three years ago. Last year, she turned eighteen, but she wasn’t released out onto the streets like most of the other women. She didn’t know why or cared to ask. The orphanage was relatively safe, although it did have its quirks, Lilith managed somehow.
Mable was the mistress of the orphanage, one of Dr. Neville’s first hires. She was a widower, and her husband had left her destitute. Dr. Neville took pity on her, but she vowed to do whatever Dr. Neville required of her. She had no children of her own, so her skills at raising them were non-existent, but Dr. Neville didn’t want to teach children but to train women. There would be no contact with any man except Dr. Neville. The women wouldn’t set foot outside the orphanage, scared stiff by tales of terror from Mable. Mable never let up as she always told the girls of what men would do to them in the most graphic detail if they caught them.
It was only two months after she was brought into the orphanage that Lilith fell on the wrong side of Mistress Mabel. Lilith had often heard the other girls being punished. No one said why or would say what happened, but from the screams and the sounds, it wasn’t an enjoyable experience.
Mable knew that Dr. Neville would favor this one. She had short red hair, but it was soft and silky. Mable would let it grow out for Dr. Neville. She had freckles all over her body, but her pale skin looked good on her. She had green eyes, but over the years leading up to now, they had lost their sparkle. Her nose was pert, but she had lovely pink lips. Her body was starting to bloom into womanhood, with pert breasts that stood up to defy gravity. The slightest chill in the air would turn her shameful nipples into hard rocks. She had womanly hips built not only for childbirth, but also for a man to guide her body into giving him the pleasure that her pussy would provide. Any man would love to see a red-haired thatch between a woman’s thighs. Her buttocks were firm and shaped like a heart. For that is where Mabel would give Lilith her attention today. She caught up to her as if Lilith knew she was in trouble and trying to hide.
“Stop, young lady!” The minute she said it, Lilith froze in her path.
“Yes, Mistress Mabel.” But no matter how she tried to make it sound, it always came out sounding condescending.
“Step into my chamber, we have a matter to discuss.”
Mabel followed her into her room, and in the center of the room stood the large, wooden chair with thick wood. It had no arms for a reason. “Stand in front of the chair and remove your dress so I might see what I have to work with.”
The girls were always subjected to undressing for the mistress to see if they had any infractions on what they might wear. All of the dresses were Unitarian and did nothing to accent a woman’s body and in fact, it did more to hide it. Lilith took it off and put it on the chair.
The chemise could barely cover her budding breasts and grew tight over her hips. A man wouldn’t care that it was plain and ordinary as his eyes would be imagining what lay beneath it. “Take off the chemise.”
That surprised her. She never had to do that before. Something new was afoot, and it scared Lilith. “My chemise?”
“Did I not speak in the King’s English, Lilith? It is about time you learn how your pretty body affects the male species.”
She was confused now, fearing a punishment, yet it sounded like something more sinister could be happening. Did Mabel bring in a man to see me stripped naked and humiliated? Her fingers trembled as she undid the delicate ribbon on the bodice of her chemise. She was glad that her eyes were blocked as she drew the chemise over her head and threw it on the chair without opening her eyes. She could only imagine the way Mistress Mabel was staring at her heaving bosom, but it was her shameful nipples that always got her into trouble. The slightest provocation made them perky and throbbing. This time wasn’t any different.
“As usual your tits have no shame, standing out as though you are aroused at stripping naked. Take off your drawers now. Let me see if your cunt is as naughty as your tits.”
The words she called her shameful parts were foreign to her. She knew little of sex or the parts of one’s body only a touch was what she knew of. Mistress Mabel scared her with the talk of such things. There was no backing out any longer. Her hands found the pink bow on the side of the drawers, the only thing that showed they were drawers for a woman. She looked at Mistress Mabel, and her stern eyes told her to proceed or else. The drawers slipped to the floor, and Lilith bent to pick it up, but as she stood back up with it, she blushed when she realized the way her breasts seemed to be so much bigger when bared and swung back and forth as if to tease. She put her drawers on the chair, standing up straight with one hand between her legs and the other ineffectively trying to cover two bare breasts.
“Hands over your head. Stretch them out high. Legs parted shoulder-width. That is the position you’ll take each time I strip you, Lilith.” She waited, but it didn’t take long for Lilith to obey. Lilith’s lips trembled.
“Open your mouth wide, Lilith.”
She did, but she didn’t understand why until Mistress Mabel told her.
“Men have big pricks, and they love to use a woman’s mouth. Your lips are inviting, and you seem to open your mouth wide enough to take a substantial prick inside. They’ll teach you in the proper etiquette of sucking a man’s organ.”
She’d never seen a grown-up prick before, but she always thought that it was destined to be between her legs and make her with child. She never expected that a man would use it for other purposes. She had a difficult time imagining what a big prick like that would look like up close. The thought of it in her mouth made her struggle not to gag. Why would he want to put his prick in my mouth instead of my cunny, which God had made for that purpose?
“You’re tits need to be punished for being so insolent and getting hard at the most inconvenient time. I imagine your naughty cunt is wet in anticipation of taking a man’s prick inside for the first time. That’s not going to happen while I’m your mistress. Punishment is a much better deterrent for those perverted thoughts you young ladies have dancing in your head. Forced to part your thighs and keep them open while I take a rod to that naughty cunt will remind you of the consequences of such nasty thoughts. Now, turn around so I may see what I have to work with.”
At least when she turned around, she didn’t have to see Mistress Mabel’s eyes. She kept her arms up and her legs spread. It was difficult to keep her cheeks relaxed, feeling the hot stare on her backside.
“At least you have a full backside that is built for punishment. I will endeavor to make sure you feel the full effects each time. I have brushes, whips, paddles and rods all with the express purpose of finding the most intimate parts of your body to punish.”
Mable took a whalebone hairbrush first. She had no desire to use her hand. It wasn’t big enough and didn’t pack enough power behind it. The hairbrush was only the beginning. Paddles would cover much more territory with a sharp smack that would be the first warning of the pain that would follow as it shot to Lilith’s brain. Mable threw Lilith’s clothes to the floor as she sat down on the chair. “Come over here and bend over my lap, Lilith.”
It was difficult to do, not only because of the position, but also the humiliation of her naked body spread out before Mistress Mabel. Her head fell to the floor as Lilith felt unfamiliar hands touch her naked body to position it. Her breasts hung toward the floor. She squirmed on Mistress Mabel’s lap as hands ran over her buttocks unnaturally.


Author Information

Powerone is the author of Trained to Submit, Sold into Submission, and other bestselling books and award winning short stories.

 

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Renaissance E Books publishes the best in classic and contemporary popular fiction and nonfiction through its PageTurner imprint, and the best in classic and contemporary erotica through its Sizzler imprint.


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