Table Of ContentElizabeth’s Bondage Boxed Set
By
Nikki Sex
Copyright 2013 by Nikki Sex
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prohibited. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of
the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All rights
reserved.
Table of Contents
BOOK 1: ELIZABETH’S EROTIC BONDAGE
1. CAUGHT
2. FIVE RULES
3. ELIZABETH'S CONFESSION
4. SWEET SEDUCTION
5. PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
6. DEEPER, HARDER
7. DISPLEASURE
8. YOU HAVE TO BEG
9. ELIZABETH'S CLIMAX
10. SIR'S PLANS
BOOK 2: ELIZABETH’S ANAL SUBMISSION
1. THE STORY SO FAR
2. THE BATH
3. THE SHAVE
4. WARM SHOWER
5. COLD SHOWER
6. WHAT A WOMAN WANTS
7. ANAL PLAY
8. THE TOY
9. A QUESTION OF POWER
10. WIFELY SECRETS
11. ELIZABETH'S PLEASURE
BOOK 3: ELIZABETH’S PAIN AND PLEASURE
1. A SECRET FROM MARK
2. RESOLVED NOT TO BEG
3. BOUND FOR LUNCH
4. TRUST
5.TERROR AND DREAD
6. LUNCH
7. BURNED TO THE GROUND
8. HER PRIMITIVE NEEDS
9. REALLY HOT CHOCOLATE
10. WHAT SIR WANTS
11. PAIN
12. PUSSY WHIPPED
13. PLEASURE
14. ORGASMS BY HIS COMMAND
15. BODILY FUNCTIONS
16. ELIZABETH'S DERRIÈRE
17. SPANKING
18. SIR'S OCCUPATION
19. MARK'S PUNISHMENT
20. ANDRÉ CHEVALIER
BOOK 4: ELIZABETH’S CHERRY
1. MOVIE TIME
2. GETTING EVEN
3. ANDRÉ'S CASE DIFFICILE
4. MANAGING MARK
5. DRESS-UP'S
6. CORSETED AND CUFFED
7. CLAMPED AND COMING
8. AT HIS FEET
9. WHAT SIR WANTS
10. UNDRESSING SIR
11. ANDRÉ'S TRICK WITH MIRRORS
12. FACE, MOUTH, AND BREASTS
13. SPANKING AND CROPPING
14. THE CANE
15. PLUCKING THE CHERRY
16. ACCEPTING ANDRÉ
17. TANTRIC ANAL SEX
18. ANIMAL ANAL
19. CONNECTION
20. ELIZABETH'S REALIZATION
BOOK 5: ELIZABETH’S LOVE TIES
1. MARK NELSON
2. AUDIO
3. MARK'S EXPLOSION
4. ANDRÉ CHEVALIER
5. MARK'S DARK SECRET
6. ELIZABETH
7. ELIZABETH'S CONFESSION
8. SLAVE
9. CLIMAX
10. THE SLAVE TEASES
11. THE PLAN
12. THE FLOGGER
13. THE BEAST
14. PUNISHMENT
15. MÉNAGE À TROIS
16. EXPLANATIONS
17. ELIZABETH'S ANGER
EPILOGUE
Book 1: Elizabeth’s Erotic Bondage
1. Caught
Elizabeth came awake, utterly confused. Her head felt thick
and muzzy as if she had been speaking and suddenly woke up
to find that she had dozed off in the middle of a sentence.
What? Where am I?
This confusion soon spun into panic as a spike of adrenaline
rushed through her veins. She was bound, and there was
something covering her eyes, a dark blindfold. Like an animal
caught in a trap she instinctively thrashed, trying to break free.
No chance.
Oh my God! This is not happening!
Elizabeth forced herself to take long slow breaths, while she
attempted to understand what exactly had transpired, how she
had gotten here in this place.
She licked her lips and tried to swallow with a dry throat.
Fingers and toes were all she could use, and she stretched out,
feeling everything within her reach. From what she could tell
she was on a four poster bed, securely bound by soft cloth, her
arms and legs spread wide. Elizabeth found she could move, but
not much. With her eyes covered, she could see nothing - but
there was daylight or perhaps just a strong room light shining
from above. She could perceive this as a glow, slightly brighter
than absolute dark, through her mask.
The soft feel of cloth rubbed against her bare skin, and she
shivered as she became aware of goose bumps rising on her
breasts and forearms. Fear and imagination had caused this
reaction for it wasn’t cold under what seemed to be a delicate
bed sheet. The temperature in her prison was comfortable.
My prison, the thought echoed, along with a tendril of dread.
As a trial lawyer she was used to dealing with difficult
circumstances. But who had kidnapped her and tied her up,
naked of all things?
A woman used to stress, and not easily put off her stride by
unexpected ambushes in court, Elizabeth maintained rigid
control of her fear. Okay, I'm tied up, she thought. Fine. I'll just
take this one step at a time. “Hello?” she said out loud.
No response. Her voice came back to her in a dull, non-
echoing manner that made her understand she was in a large
room, most likely a bedroom with carpets and curtains.
Something nearby was humming, a refrigerator perhaps? And
she was certainly tied to a bed. Elizabeth cast her mind back,
searching, attempting to understand. What was the last thing
she could remember?
She and Mark had ten whole days off, and were celebrating
their one year anniversary with a vacation in Vegas. They had
originally considered a fun, quick wedding in Las Vegas,
something that would amuse them, but that had always been
out of the question. Her father, John Coit, Senior Partner in Coit,
Boynes and Jones, was very rich. Cassy, his third wife, while not
burdened with a high IQ, was of a similar age to herself. Given
her father's previous choices, Elizabeth had been prepared to
dislike Cassy, but instead had found her rather sweet. They both
would have been hurt by the Vegas option. A huge wedding had
kept Cassy entertained and her father pacified. Not to mention
the valuable publicity it brought to the firm.
Right. They had gone to Las Vegas, that she remembered,
and then what? As far as she could recall she and Mark had
arrived, gone to their room, changed their clothes and left for
dinner. What could possibly have happened? Where was she?
And where was Mark? She took another deep, calming breath.
God, Mark. She hoped he was alright.
The sound of a heavy door opening and gently closing
caused instant tension and her whole body went still.
"Hello, Elizabeth," said a deep, soft voice. The tone was
composed and cool, the accent was faintly European, French?
Not American, that was certain. He sounded as though he was
at the foot of the bed.
"Who are you?” Elizabeth demanded in what she hoped was
her normal, confident Lawyer's voice. “Why have you brought
me here? And where is my husband Mark?"
A drifting waft of nutmeg, cedar and Brazilian Rosewood
scents came to her nostrils. She recognized that cologne – it
was one of the most expensive on the market. My kidnapper is
rich… and has good taste, she thought. The knuckles of the
man's hand rubbed down her face and she instinctively pulled
away. The deep voice gave a low laugh.
"Who I am is not important. You may call me Sir. I will explain
why you are here shortly. And your husband Mark is well. He
has found himself in a similar state as you have, that is to say,
blindfolded and bound naked to a bed, although I have tied him
