Ravished at Gunpoint (My Lesbian Submission Book 1)

It€s Charlotte€s birthday, and her girlfriend Emma has arranged a very special gift€"an extended play session with another woman. Can Charlotte overcome her inhibitions and give in to Samantha€s charms? And is Samantha actually threatening her with a real pistol? A 4100 word/16 page story of gunplay, bondage and lesbian BDSM!

Warnings: lesbian sex, BDSM, gunplay, bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation. Contains very strong language and explicit sexual content between consenting adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers.

If you love lesbian BDSM, you€ll love My Lesbian Submission 1: Ravished at Gunpoint!

Extract:

€œDo you know why you€re here, Charlotte?€

It was the first time she€d used my name all evening. €œN€"no€"€

The gun pressed into my back, and I fell forwards, turning my head so I didn€t hit the wall nose-first.

€œYou€re here to serve me.€

Heat gathered between my legs, and I closed my eyes, breathing shallowly, my fingers tensing.

Sam brushed my hair to one side, and I trembled as she pulled down my zipper, fabric parting from beneath my shoulder blades to my hips. She tugged until silk pooled at my feet.

I€d worn a strapless bra to match my dress, which made it easy for her to simply undo the hooks. She freed me from its confines, then slid her fingers under the elastic of my panties, pulling them down.

I shivered, completely exposed. Sam cupped my breasts with her free hand, roughly pinching my nipples until they stiffened. She touched the welts on my ass, tracing each line. I swallowed hard when she replaced her hand with the pistol, the cold metal soon warming against my skin. The barrel nudged between my legs and I whimpered, tilted my hips forwards to escape its touch.

Her lips brushed my ear. €œOn your knees, facing me.€

I dropped to the floor, knees apart, shoulders back, resting on the balls of my feet. The rough skin on my heels dragged against my welts, and I bit back a cry.

€œLook at me.€

I gazed up through my lashes, and stopped. Sam€s pistol stared back at me, so close I could see a single tiny scratch in the metal. She pulled on the safety until it clicked.

It had to be fake. There was no way€"she would never€"Emma would never€"

€œOpen up.€

I pleaded with my eyes. This crossed a line. How could she€"they€"do this to me?

She reversed her hold on the gun, gripping it by the barrel, and the handle smacked into my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted copper on my tongue.

€œDon€t push me, Charlotte.€

Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I opened my mouth. Behind Sam, the light globe swayed, shadows flickering on the walls.

The gun brushed my lips. I moaned.

€œHold still.€

She put the pistol into my mouth until it filled me, cold and heavy on my tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears flowing faster, trickling down my face and burning as they touched my split lip.

I couldn€t breathe.