Review of Down For The
Countess, A Femdom Book
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Down For The Countess, A Femdom Book
The Countess, Natasha Vronsky, is beautiful, sexy, yet extremely cruel to her
slaves both physically and psychologically. Ivey lusts her, yet what he
receives are bruises, endless teases and denials. In Siberia, Countess
Vronsky abuses Ivey with whips and kicks him on the face with her boots.
She intentionally lets him escape yet catches him again, trapping him in her
Below is my favorite part in this femdom book:
“Get down on all fours and crawl to me!” the Countess
I blindly obeyed her. “How—”
“You’re so gullible. I mentioned the daily visits from the dairy. You took the
bait, hook, line, and sinker.” She pointed her booted foot at me elegantly.
But I was thoroughly hacked at her. I got the point: She was too clever by half,
and I led the balloting for dodo of the year. “So you can stand on one foot.
What do you want me to do, applaud?”
With blinding speed, she kicked me so hard she knocked out the two teeth I
mentioned earlier and gashed my face from my upper lip to my nose. “Any more
I managed to mutter, “I’m sorry.” Blood and teeth spattered from my mouth.
Then, the Countess, with the Doctor, Dr. Khachaturian, drove him back, to
“Be a man,” the Countess taunted.
During the second stitch, tears formed in my eyes and the pain was so intense I
thought I might pass out. But I remained silent.
The pain held my complete attention until Dr. Khachaturian paused at the end of
suture. Taking a psychological breath, I realized Countess Vronsky was writhing
in erotic delight against my captive body. “Suffer for me!” she hissed.
My agony was turning her on!
I didn’t have any choice in her sadistic pleasure—the stitches hurt like hell—so
I tried to fight through the torture and pretend she wasn’t there. But when I
closed my eyes, I could not escape the vision of cruelty shaping Countess
Vronsky’s eyes, her mouth, her cheeks, and her jaws into majestic glory, radiant
with the rush of twisting my misery into her ecstasy. The more she abused me—
booting a gash in my face and supervising the infliction of excruciating pain to
treat the wound—the more deeply her decadent delights gratified her.
Not only was I powerless to stop her, but also I submerged my will into hers.
She made me
some animated thing that she could manipulate to bring herself to orgasm. In my
helpless agony, I exulted in letting her use me. Virtually penetrating her
vagina was better than never entering the Countess at all.
Nevertheless, I really, truly, dearly wanted to fuck her.
After Dr. Khachaturian completed the third and final suture, she snapped her
latex gloves off
quickly. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. I noticed a damp
spot in her crotch.
Damn! She was getting turned on by my suffering, too!
Without a word, the two women turned me over on my belly and strapped me to the
table. They started undressing as if they were racing. Dr. Khachaturian finished
first and helped the Countess out of her skintight latex, treating me to a
glimpse of her startling hips—wide in proportion to her waist, but still narrow
in actual inches. I marveled at the optical illusion of her hips, a phenomenon
that never failed to churn my desires. And her bush looked so neat, almost
virginal, that I wondered if she shaved it occasionally or trimmed it
I couldn’t mull the point long. The back of Dr. Khachaturian’s crew-cut head
blocked my view
while her florid face pressed into the Countess’s pussy. Countess Vronsky
maintained that contact by reclining slowly. Once seated, the Countess took her
worshiper’s head in her slender fingers and pressed that loving face deeper into
her hungry nexus.
My eyes darted to Countess Vronsky’s face. She glared back at me. Her lips
parted slightly in a wicked smile as if perpetrating a crime with total
immunity, flaunting her brazen behavior, and mocking her observer for his
impotence in opposing her. But above all else, she cut me with the smirk of
exclusion, raised eyebrows and pursed lips making it clear I was on the outside
looking in, and she’d never let me in again. I could watch the magical elixir of
ecstasy she brewed and dispensed, but I could never taste it.
At least for that moment, she burned her message of denial into my soul.
I can’t describe the colossal sense of loss that came over me. I desperately
searched my mind
for new ways I could let Countess Vronsky destroy me—any imaginable means for me
to go Down for the Countess (except the most pleasurable way, of course, because
she sternly forbade me even that self-effacing ultimate kiss). If she subjected
me to the most perverse, depraved exploitation to get her funky thrills, I would
comply joyfully just to remain appended with her. She had corrupted my mind so
thoroughly I wanted to be hers at all cost
The author combines elements of the Countess' physical cruelty, her tease and
denial, lesbian love with the doctor, and their sadist delights in seeing Ivey
suffer. The result is, for the submissive reader, to place him in the
position of Ivey, and enjoy the erotic scene of being so close to a beautiful
and sexy woman, yet abused by her, and teased and denied in seeing her making
love with another woman, while suffering for her, under her, without the
slightest pleasure chance of being equal to her, yet able to watch her
pleasuring herself through the stimulation of a suffered male.
King Key is an exceptional writer. It is worth buying his other novels.
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