“I am still the Executioner’s Girl. You might find me strange or sadistic or even a little deranged, but I know she possesses me and imprints her character upon mine.” Willow Sears, a young Dominatrix has never had sex with a man, but has plenty of sexual experiences to consider herself not a virgin anymore. She thinks she is possessed by a “sprite” or demon. Her confusing dreams lead her to Harvey, a fat hypnotherapist who is completely infatuated with the sultry vixen. Harvey hypnotizes Willow to help her remember her dreams, which range from being a young woman under the guardianship of a prince’s executioner to a Hungarian soldier named Fenech who died by a lance while sodomizing a young man in his army. Willow is most interested in finding out more about Salacia, the Executioner’s Girl, as she believes it will help her land Ariadne, another Domme that Willow secretly lusts after. Ariadne attends an S & M club called SaMmy’s where Mistresses and Masters are worshipped by many different types of people. Willow and Ariadne both make it a habit to take their worshippers home and show them the true spirit of domination; Willow in her Scold Room and Ariadne in her Fuck Room. Willow has many tricks to taunt, torture and tease her minions, including the “Shears Treatment”. One constant person that always attends Willow’s Scold Room is a man she dubs “Blueberry”. She treats him worse than her other slaves as she is disgusted by his blubbering, simpering ways, yet she finds herself fantasizing about his cock inside her. As it is smaller than normal cocks she normally sees, she thinks it may be just the right size to fit in her tight cunny. What Willow doesn’t know is under “Blueberry’s” mask is someone she knows, someone who has used information to get close to her and her wicked ways. Will she find out who the man behind the mask is? Does Willow have any chance of landing the captivating Ariadne? Will Harvey finally be able to break through as to who the Executioner’s Girl really is?

Anoushka wants to be the kinkiest dominatrix there ever was. What could be more irresistible than a curvy vamp who wishes to make up for the wasted years and have all her BDSM dreams come true – now that her husband is gone? Ravenhaired, luscious, and with a wardrobe full of the most fabulous fetish wear imaginable, she’ll do anything, with men or women alike, to feed her kinky cravings. She’s one hell of a woman – except for one serious downside. She’s made herself a widow, and her need to sate her hunger for unnatural lust has just begun. Into her deadly web they all must go: superarrogant Samson and superrich Lionel, drawn by the allure of her sexy stilettos; Madam Destiny, the highclass whore who teaches her all the dirty tricks; Castor and Pollux, the pop stars who take their conquests to bed together. None can resist her pull. Only Detective Stark, who’s investigating the wave of deaths and disappearances in the area, will not capitulate to her allure. He wants her, that’s for sure, but still he resists. As the attraction between the two grows, Anoushka starts to falter, with her instinct to dominate becoming clouded by deeper needs. She knows that only a submissive lover will stay with her forever, so she cannot give in to him. He must give in to her. She’s sure she can defeat him and make him a the one would never think to betray her. However, there’s steel him, more darkness, than even she dared to hope...

It is to be the ride of their lives: a chance to join heavy metal giants Thunderhed on the European leg of their world tour. It is to be done the oldfashioned way, too – all sex, drugs and rock and roll, and then even more sex. For sassy pleasureaddict Sindee it is the chance to get her big break and live out her hedonistic vision of indulgence in the process. She is as yet unaware that Cas Casanove, one of the biggest rock stars on the planet, thinks that she might well be the girl of his dreams. He’s a fighter and a rebel, a charismatic titan who none would even suspect of having a softer side. And then Sindee comes along. She could be perfect, if the woman currently on his arm was not his wife. Willow is there to photograph all of Sindee’s sexual shenanigans for a tellall diary. Although every bit as feisty, Willow is her polar opposite in matters of the flesh, having suffered tragic heartbreak. Will her wild side be drawn out at last? Or will she convince her friend that love should triumph over lust?