Satan Wears Satin -
an Erotic Femdom Novel by King Key
Satan Wears Satin - Femdom Novel
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Vance Gamble is convinced that his career as a stockbroker will skyrocket
beyond his dreams—as long as he jumps through the hoops held by Sable
Brandenberg. Sable, on the other hand, is a femme fatale with money, power and
feminine assets capable of disarming any man. After having set up Vance in a
romantic entanglement with the cunning Elise Weiss, Sable decides to steal him
back in order to make her husband T.J. jealous. It doesn’t take much to have
Vance at her feet, sucking her ass and whipping him, so T. J. will take notice.
To ensure her hold over Vance, she employs some artful blackmail in the form of
compromising photographs, then brings in her enforcer, the daunting Femdom
Nastassia (Nastia) Ryder. This striking Domme has a sadistic streak a mile wide,
and doesn’t hesitate to use it on hapless men like Vance. While Sable is a pro
at seduction, mind-fucking her helpless victims, Nastia is into the hard action,
beating, kicking and driving men to their knees in slavish service. Soon Vance
is craving both women, thoroughly wooed by Sable, and physically dominated by
Nastia. Sable has the man exactly where she wants him.
But Elise, a sinister beauty with a shady past including two dead husbands,
still wants Vance, and she’s ready to wield her power over Sable’s world. When
Sable’s treasured pearl necklace disappears, Sable knows Elise is responsible
and makes plans to implicate the woman in a computer scam. But Elise escapes the
trap, and suddenly the stakes get even higher and more dangerous for the key
players in this wily plot. Someone’s going to end up dead.
Will Sable and Nastia triumph over their rival? Or will they be beaten in their
own game of domination. And Vance? He’s been owned by all three women, but which
one of these formidable femme fatales will end up owning him body and soul?
A riveting tale of Female domination and S&M, with graphic scenes including
fisting, anal intercourse, analingus, whipping, voyeurism, beating, kicking,
tease and denial, feminization, phone sex, golden showers, stun guns, webcams,
straight intercourse and a wild birthday orgy.
A Little Blackmail by King Key, F/m, fisting, slapping
To earn Vance's cooperation, the cunning Sable sets him up, taking compromising
pictures sure to ruin him if he refuses to do has he's told.
Copyrighted © 2007 King Key, all rights reserved.
Outside, clouds darkened the sky. Raindrops gave Vance an excuse to gallop
toward the gazebo, and thunder drowned out the crunches his strides made on the
gravel walkway. The air cooled quickly. When he reached the gazebo, the warm
humidity inside clashed with cool outside air to steam the glass panes, already
frosted by design, and provide great cover from prying eyes.
Sable greeted him inside the entrance to the gazebo, a structure about twelve
feet high and twenty feet in diameter with five concrete benches along the
inside edges. Her pocketbook rested against the wall by the door. She showed him
her cell phone. “See? Just like yours. With a camera and all the other gadgets.”
She placed her cell phone on top of her pocketbook, showing off her glorious
rump to tantalize Vance again.
Standing, she boldly took him in her arms and maneuvered his back toward the
door. She pushed the door to the frame but did not close it.
Sable’s firmness, under a seductive fleshy veneer, startled Vance, and the
abrupt onslaught of her lips steamed his mind more completely than the elements
outside clouded the glass panes of the gazebo. She pressed hard. Her pelvis
swiveled, pushing her loins against his. He took her buttocks in his hands,
squeezed hard, and ricocheted her passionate kiss off his lips back to hers.
Stepping away, Vance exclaimed, “Thank you!”
“No,” she smiled. “Thank you, darling!” Her three deft moves stripped his jacket
off. She took his camera phone from his inside coat pocket, walked back, and put
his phone inside her pocketbook—treating him to a gaze at her shapely ass. She
neatly folded his jacket and placed it on the ground beside her
pocketbook—baiting him with yet another vision of her divine derriere.
“Your investment advice has turned me from rich to filthy rich,” she said in a
throaty voice, closing the distance between them with surprising speed. She
rubbed her hips sensuously. “Rich enough to buy you and filthy enough to use
Her perfume intoxicated him. After her hands slid down her hips and away from
her body, his hands replaced hers on her hips, and he caressed her reverently.
He managed a grin. “Me too! Not filthy rich, but wealthy. I made the same
investments and profits. Plus my commissions.”
She undid his tie and slipped it off, tossing it aside. “Multiply your profit
times my investment volume. My gains dwarf yours. Leverage, darling! Take your
“Whatever you say,” he grinned, removing his shirt quickly.
“Exactly. Now I’ll leverage you, dear. Snatch all of your profits for myself.”
She kissed him deeply again and backed away from the door. The suction of her
lips led him on, psychologically if not physically. When her calves touched the
farthest bench from the door, she stopped. “Take my panties off and put them on
the bench behind me.”
Kneeling, he lifted her dress and slid her panties down. Her firm, creamy legs
reprised his earlier shock at her subtle muscles. The tone and shape of her
thighs and calves belied the indoor idleness he associated with a pale
complexion. Her thighs and calves curved more markedly than the legs of a
thinner woman and heightened his desire for her. After she stepped out of her
panties, Vance put them on the bench. “What if I don’t want to eat you?”
His spark of rebellion aroused her. “Who says I’d let you? Perhaps I’ll just
give you a glimpse of heaven. You may rise,” she said, condescendingly. “Now,
drop your pants and shorts to your ankles and sit on the bench behind me.”
Instead, Vance moved around to Sable’s side so that his back was to the bench.
“You didn’t close the door!”
Lightning flashed, thunder pealed, and heavy rain pelted the gazebo. “I have
everything under control. Even the weather is my ally.”
Despite his reservations, Vance obediently lowered his pants and boxers to his
ankles. He needed to sit down and remove his shoes before he could get his feet
through his tailored trousers. He plopped down beside Sable’s panties on the
bench. “What are your plans?” He started to reach for his shoestrings.
“Leave your shoes on. And trust me. Your future is in my hands.” Sable glanced
at the door and at Vance. “Turn sideways,” she said. “That’s good. Now, close
your eyes. Let’s shake hands on your role in my future, and I’ll give you
Vance closed his eyes and extended his arm to shake hands with Sable.
She grasped his arm above the elbow with both hands, swung her right leg over
his arm—putting her ass in his face—clamped her thighs to prevent him from
withdrawing his arm, and leaned forward to press her ass back into Vance’s face.
Just before Sable blindfolded Vance with her rump, he caught a fleeting glimpse
of the plush, dark hair covering her vagina. Assuming that was the natural color
of the hair on her head, too, her parents must have named her Sable after the
Matt rushed in, soaking wet, and picked up Sable’s camera. Snapping shot after
shot, he exclaimed, “Great views of his face! Sorry, man, but Ms. Brandenburg
said she’ll treat me if she rejects you.” He continued clicking away. “You’re
out of luck. And five hundred dollars.”
“The day isn’t over,” Sable said. She released Vance’s arm and noticed he was
still too unnerved to step away to freedom from her. Or he wanted her to
Matt’s face turned ugly with damaged pride and frustrated desire. His eyes
watered. “You promised!”
“I promised you I’d have my way. With or without you.”
“Well, I’ve got the cell phone and the pictures!”
“Not for long,” a voice behind Matt said. He recognized the voice, and his body
slumped. Nastassia Ryder entered, locked the gazebo door, and whisked the cell
phone from Matt’s hand into her shirt pocket. “Drop your pants.”
When Matt lowered his trousers, he revealed his rigid hard-on. Nastassia’s
intimidation frightened him and aroused him, too. She produced a pair of
handcuffs from her large pocketbook and deftly cuffed Matt’s left hand to the
door so easily that even Vance knew they were performing a ritual, not a
“I’ve been set up!” Vance blurted out.
“Your acuity amazes me,” Sable said drolly. She stepped away from Vance.
“Sigourney Weaver did this in a movie,” she boasted. Picking up her panties, she
rudely stuffed them into Vance’s mouth. “They go so well with your red face.”
Vance started to rise, but Sable slapped him sharply. The shock of her
surprising strength jolted his cock to maximum erection, and drops of pre-cum
oozed out. Vance caught a brief glimpse of Matt and was disgusted to see his
friend—former friend—masturbating with his free hand.
Sable turned to face Matt. “You’ll pay for that. Get him, Nastia.”
Nastassia gleefully advanced on Matt and started bitch-slapping him. Vance
couldn’t decide who was happier: the beautiful sadist or her
glutton-for-punishment masochist, ecstatically gobbling up her abuse. When Vance
saw Sable’s flushed cheeks and hurried breath, he knew the Great Manipulatrix
triumphed over all of them.
She turned to him. “You asked about my plans. Nastia and I caught you and Door
Matt exposing yourselves. God knows what else you had in mind.”
Vance reached for the panties in his mouth.
Sable pushed each hand down and slapped him around a few times—very hard, each
blow adding as much color to her cheeks as to his. “Whatever I say is true, even
if it’s a lie. Take care of him, Nastia.”
Nastassia leered while she moved in on Vance. Producing another pair of
handcuffs, she crowed, “I’ve been waiting for this, you smug bitch.”
Vance figured Nastassia was stronger than Sable—possibly stronger than he was.
In contrast to Sable’s cushiony, curvy classic sexpot figure, Nastassia looked
as lean and agile as a Victoria’s Secret model. Besides, she was armed. Vance
meekly put his hands behind his back to let her cuff him. His eyes pleaded, Why?
Nastassia read his mind. “I do anything Ms. Brandenburg wants me to do. Hold
that pose,” she tormented him, and then whacked him on the butt with her
nightstick. Noticing more pre-cum oozing from his cock, she laughed and whacked
him again. “This is fun! After Ms. Brandenburg explains how thoroughly fucked
you two bitches are, I’ll thoroughly fuck you.”
Sable stood before Vance, practically thrusting her breasts into his face. “Now
that Nastia and I have caught you two red-handed—Quit masturbating, Matt! We
could turn you over to the police and thoroughly ruin you. But we’d rather ruin
you ourselves. And collect the spoils of your destruction.”
Nastassia took the phone from her pocket and handed it to Sable. Pacing over to
Matt, she administered the hard slaps they both richly cherished. She said, loud
enough for all to hear, “I brought my dildo.”
Vance stirred violently.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Sable stroked his chin with her gloved hand.
“No,” Nastassia said. “I have a special treat for you. To teach you to love Ms.
Brandenburg when she screws you financially, so you’ll beg her to take more of
“I’ll use Nastia’s sexual expertise to increase my leverage over you until I
clean you out financially,” Sable said. “You haven’t earned Brandy Heaven
yet—not even a whiff of me. Nastia, do your number on him. Play Magic Gloves.”
Returning to Vance, Nastassia produced a pair of elbow-length black latex gloves
from her pocketbook and laid them on the bench. Taking out a can of baby powder,
she sprinkled some inside each glove to lessen the friction in sliding them on.
When each hand and arm wriggled into its glove, Vance felt an erotic rush racing
through him. Nastassia took out a special lubricant and glazed her gloves with
the liquid. Vance thought he’d explode.
Matt started whacking off again. “I can’t help it,” he whined.
“I’ll tell you when,” Sable said, almost soothingly.
“Stand up!” Nastassia commanded Vance. As soon as he was on his feet, she rammed
her left hand into his ass and grabbed his cock with her right hand. She shoved
her left hand in deeply, but teased his cock with her right hand, slowly
building on his frenzy of anticipation, instigating his urgency for relief.
Nastassia adroitly increased the tempo of her right hand until Vance felt
himself verging on a climax.
Glancing up, he saw Sable, taking pictures of him—and felt totally defenseless
and thoroughly victimized. His nudity and unguarded, reckless surrender to
ecstasy made him an easy target for blackmail. The graphic photographs of his
collapse in morals and characters would be priceless—but lucrative to Sable—in
the hands of his enemies.
Despite the swift pangs of degradation and despair, Nastassia’s dexterous hands
quickly lured Vance back to capitulating to her touch. She compressed her
punishing attack into his ass with the teasing, tantalizing ecstasy she whipped
into his cock to heighten the tension, like putting a firecracker under a brick
to maximize the impact of the explosion. Nastassia deftly eased off with her
right hand when Vance approached ejaculation. Then, abruptly, cruelly, she put
her index and middle fingers on the sides of his penis, just behind its head,
and pressed up, hard, with her thumb.
His cock deflated like a balloon with all the air let out.
“Now that I have these lovely pictures of you,” Sable explained, “I’ll tell you
what you must do to prevent me from downloading them to my computer and printing
out copies. Would you like to hear?”
Vance nodded his head frantically.