Brethren, life in bondage. Book one. (Brethren life in bondage 1)

Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the first volume in the Brethren series. With a respectful nod to House of Gord and maybe just a touch of Insex, Fb presents a feast of female flesh and fetish, purely for your titillation. Practicing submissive and hoarder of all things kinky she knows exactly what buttons to push!

Brethren, volume one
The world has moved on. The stuff of fantasy has become reality but most important of all, there is now absolute truth. Advances in technology mean citizens are no longer able to lie to the law givers. Those dispensing justice can do so without fear of punishing the innocent. Society is no longer prepared to keep or tolerate those who choose to do harm.

And so the Brethren have arisen.

They offer the world another way, a natural justice. They keep the criminals contained and restrained whilst indulging their fetishes and desires. Criminals are presented to the Brethren to live out their days owned and degraded . Within the cities and counties given over to the elite of the Brethren, normality is subjective. Segregated from the rest of society they indulge without prejudice or interference.

Excerpt 1:
From the snatches of conversation James over heard this unfortunate woman was Marianne who's torture had been the main event in last nights entertainment. She wore a black leather bra which only just concealed her clearly pierced nipples, thigh high boots with towering heels and a high black posture collar. The man holding tightly onto her leash was a good deal shorter, so she was forced to stoop, making her unsteady on her feet.
Her hands were useless in helping maintain balance, cuffed to a chain around her waist.
A large dragon tattoo covered the pale flesh from her shaved scalp to the small of her back. The gentleman took great pleasure in explaining to the gathered voyeurs the graphic details of how stitching ran the length of her cunt lips. Her clitoris was now hidden beneath folds of flesh, a small space had been left at the bottom for fluids to drain. James managed to push his way to the front of the crowd and was rewarded with a stunning view of Marianne€s pussy. The stitching on the woman€s lips was tight, the flesh bulging between them almost obscured the silver colored wire that had been used. The stitches were closely spaced and perfect, a small silver bell hung from each, which meant every time she moved, she was be reminded of her status as an owned object.

Excerpt 2:
The straps bit into the woman. Rubber enclosed flesh bulged between them, in other places the latex was forced absolutely smooth as her compressed, rubberized body was pressed against the perspex walls of the box. She moaned softly and attempted to move within her tiny latex filled prison, but all she could do was roll her head in small useless circles. Even her toes were held rigid en pointe in shining patent ballet boots. Her tongue was pierced with a large, heavy steel ring at it's tip. As it lolled and flicked impotently around her mouth a thin trail of saliva ran down the gleaming latex of her chin.

James unfastened his belt and pulled down his fly.

The hood which enclosed the woman€s head clearly eliminated any sound, when James ran his hand across her taught gleaming scalp the shock sent her into a frenzy. She made garbled, frantic begging noises in the back of her throat. She threw her head back and forth trying to avoid his touch, but it was all futile. Blind, immobile and deaf, the woman was reduced to nothing more than an object, a mouth presented for use.