Hey there Wipsters, like I promised here is the next portion chemistry, this time you get a little Thomas perspective. It’s from a chapter in which we learn more about a supporting character from Book 1. Her role will grow significantly in Unorthodox Chemistry so yes, the readers will be in for mixed kink, even if the maledom/femsub will be predominant, no pun intended. Maybe that is wrong from target point of view but damn it, these are my favorite kind of books. I’m currently past the 30k mark and getting further and deeper in the juicier parts of the plot. Next week you may get some hot club action.
Unorthodox Chemistry is Book 2 of the Unorthodox Trilogy, a sequel of Unorthodox Therapy.
I put on some slippers that she must have left for me by the bed, as well as the T-shirt and boxers, and walked out the door. My gait was still unsteady and I had some pulsing headache but at least I wasn’t the vomiting, pathetic creature I had been before… how much time had I spent in that nondescript room?
Either way, my sense of smell was also recovering remarkably well. The seductive fragrance of coffee was alluring me to Allie’s kitchen. It’s been way too long since I had a high-quality caffeine in my system and I was ready to even take her dark witch poison, strong enough to kill a horse.
She lived in a spacious studio in a neighborhood close to Marina, a different place than her professional realm of a dominatrix. One would expect that someone like her would be a lot more minimalistic and would avoid the clutter like it was the plague, or that she’d keep her color scheme in blacks, whites and grays, chrome and black leather, aesthetic to the last detail. Instead, her walls were painted in a cheerful pink, the living room had a whole cupboard, filled with all sort of kitschy souvenirs, as well as some landscape paintings and wooden figurines on the walls. The only room that gave away something of her kinky lifestyle was her personal bedroom, with its king-sized four poster bed and an adjoining playroom. The innocent visitor could easily mistake the door leading to it for a walk in closet.
Then again, innocent visitors had no place in Mistress Sheila’s private chambers. Only those fully aware of what was going to happen to them were allowed to pass through the gate of depravity. Usually after weeks of thorough training.
The hallway from the subs’ room was leading straight to the kitchen. It felt weird to be walking down it. During my visits at Allie’s I have seen so many men and sometimes even women to crawl there, with an anal hook attached to the lead of their collar, supporting a silver tray on the small of their backs. It was one of the ultimate tests she put them through so they’d prove their worth. Some of those really desperate to please her would beg beautifully for Mistress to push them even further and would get the addition of nipple clamps or clothes pins.
I didn’t see myself in such a role but I was watching her like an observant student, always trying to emulate her, in hopes that her dominance would rub off on me. She often consulted me on Lina’s punishments though she had never taken part in our play.
That’s all for now, I must go back to writing. If you visit my website for the first time and you are interested in keeping up with my work, feel free to subscribe to Lilah’s steamy mailing list. You even get a free story – http://eepurl.com/b4sN_H. Meanwhile, if you want to check out some other fantastic writers and their work in progress go to the WIP IT UP Wednesday HQ for more salacious snippets.
Powered by Linky Tools
Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…