Victorian Restraint: Sapphic Shackles (Lesbian Historical Erotica)
Book Details
Author(s)Lana Amore
ISBN / ASINB00GBI3EGW
ISBN-13978B00GBI3EG3
Sales Rank1,423,833
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Eighteen-year-old Daisy Ivers is a new attendee at Mistress Wicket's Finishing School for Young Ladies, where the harshest discipline is taught to nubile girls via the strictest and most inventive methods. With the luscious Molly Jones and a bevy of gorgeous girls by her side, will Daisy learn her lessons or have to be taught personally by her cruel Mistress again ... and again ... and again.
This 5,500+ word story is for mature readers only and features F/f/f erotic discipline of every kind in an all-girls school with a hot headmistress. All characters are over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
They ran as quickly as they could down the stairs, pausing to catch their breath before entering the dining room. Daisy had to admit to herself that so scantily clad--no longer encumbered by long heavy skirts and petticoats--movement was so free and liberating! Her nether regions no longer chafed by woolen underdrawers but open to air and movement were already a-tingle at the novelty of it all. It all seemed deliciously naughty!
To Daisy s surprise, the only person sitting at the table was Mistress Wicket. No longer in her long black dress, she was resplendent in a black and red satin corset, long silk gloves and ebony stockings. She still had her short whip, which she tapped slowly on the table top, staring at the two latecomers with a stern expression.
This 5,500+ word story is for mature readers only and features F/f/f erotic discipline of every kind in an all-girls school with a hot headmistress. All characters are over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
They ran as quickly as they could down the stairs, pausing to catch their breath before entering the dining room. Daisy had to admit to herself that so scantily clad--no longer encumbered by long heavy skirts and petticoats--movement was so free and liberating! Her nether regions no longer chafed by woolen underdrawers but open to air and movement were already a-tingle at the novelty of it all. It all seemed deliciously naughty!
To Daisy s surprise, the only person sitting at the table was Mistress Wicket. No longer in her long black dress, she was resplendent in a black and red satin corset, long silk gloves and ebony stockings. She still had her short whip, which she tapped slowly on the table top, staring at the two latecomers with a stern expression.
