As She's Told - Anneke Jacob.pdf - Annabel Jospeh - Gwennah

Winner Of The National Leather Association's 2008 Pauline Reage Novel

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Take two caring, thoughtful individuals with some highly unusual sexuality,

let their paths cross, and watch how far their obsession takes them. That's the

essence of this story about an intense bdsm relationship: extreme, loving,

creative, steeped in imagination, embedded in the real world. What emerges

is a passionate, private sexual reality, in which the balance of power tips

only one way.

Maia and Anders want nothing less than total power exchange, without

games, negotiations or safewords. Any pretence is out of the question; for

both of them the power relationship has to be as genuine as it is absolute, but

Anders is more than aware of the risks to inexperienced Maia if she should

be wrong about what she can handle. Early on, he steers a careful line

between games and gobbling her up. His ownership is established step by

step through conditioning, painful consequences, humiliation and constant

bondage, and before long, Maia finds walking away has become

inconceivable.

Anders keeps his slave increasingly 'like an animal on a very short tether'

something to which she struggles to adjust, in a continuous state of terror

and joy, his love of technology takes some interesting turns, particularly

around orgasm control, teasing and denial. The intensification of Maia's

enslavement is balanced by the pair's affection, sense of humour and

intelligent conversation, and by the real world of work and friends. Some of

these friends become integrated into the meage one way and another, and

help Anders create the setting in which Maia's uttermost submission can

flower.

Graphic BDSM content.

As She's Told

Anneke Jacob

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As She’s Told – Anneke Jacob

Chapter One

Shadow

The flotsam on the front desk didn't need any more rearranging. I'd done

that three times already, with hands more tense and jittery by the second.

Each impatient tick of the clock nudged me; I wanted to heed the exit sign's

word of command and get out the door. At last my colleague of the

afternoon shift arrived to relieve me. Dear Vera. Five minutes late, again.

Before her coat was off I had her filled in: assorted information requests, a

new student coming in at three, and that shipment of energy-saver kits only

half processed. I hoped she'd put my breathlessness down to irritation. If she

did, there was no flicker of an apology; there never was. She just nodded her

imperturbable head and went to hang up her coat. I struggled a little

awkwardly into my boots, straightened, took a couple of much-needed

breaths and flung my coat on. Then I was through the door; under the clock

and exit sign and into the snowy street.

The sun was glittering on patches of brilliant white on the roofs and

windowsills. The snow at street level was the colour of car exhaust. It was

ten after one and the temperature had inched above freezing. I just avoided a

wet attack from the tree branches above me. Later the sidewalks would be

pure ice. Not my problem.

I heard the streetcar before I saw it – that unmistakable metallic roar

accelerating through the traffic noise – and cursed under my breath. The

spreading puddles around the curb were ankle-deep. No time for

circumnavigation; I splashed through regardless.

Luckily the light turned red and caught the streetcar for me. I searched

with a little edge of panic for my token, the one thing in my possession

resembling money. Oh, I couldn't have lost it…no… Then I felt it, wedged

into the furthest corner of my pocket, and the red tide receded. At that time

of day there were empty seats; I perched on one with care, trying to pant

quietly. My ribs strained against tight bands, leather pressing into my flesh.

But I wouldn't be late.

Research questions and collegial irritation trailed after me for a block or

two, and then fell behind in the slush of the streetcar's wake. My covert body

inventory took over instead: a check on each hidden place held captive. Held

As She’s Told – Anneke Jacob

as if by hard, untiring, single-minded hands. The heat under my usual

simmer turned up a notch, and then another. I sat quietly, looked out the

window and hoped for the hundredth time that no one on the streetcar could

read minds. The three blocks from the streetcar stop had to be taken more

easily; I didn't want to be sweating when I walked through the door. Traffic

noise receded behind me; I threaded through quiet residential sidewalks,

between snow neatly piled or left in slushy ridges, past the driveway and up

the walk. I let myself in, and closed the door behind me. Then I sank to my

knees.

***

Anders got into his pickup. In the house behind him was a deconstructed

kitchen, half a truckload of cabinetwork, and his crew sprawled on tile

boxes, eating their lunch with the radio cranked to Q-1-0-Zeppelin. He

pulled his laptop out from under the passenger seat and booted it up, angling

it so that passers-by couldn't see the screen. Sandwich in one hand, he

pressed some keys with the other, stroked the mouse, and made a careful

check on his property. The phone on his belt bleeped.

"Thygesen," he said.

"Hey big brother!"

"Hey Svend! Are you back? How was Greece?"

"Really good. Fantastic, actually. Invite me to dinner and I'll tell all. The

guy who sublet left the place in a nightmare – "

"Let me take you out. You want Italian?"

"Ugh, no, I'm sick of restaurants. Haven't you got some new dishes to

try out on me? Or this new girlfriend of yours, does she cook?"

"Um – no, actually." Anders looked at the figure on the screen,

retreating out of range. He switched to a different image, and watched her

breasts framed between her arms as she passed through a doorway into

brighter light. "Svend – not tonight."

"Oh, come on. I'll even do the shopping. Don't you want to show me

this house of yours?"

"There's something I'm going to have to explain before you come over."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong; it's just –"

"Wait a minute…. Something tells me…. You kinky degenerate, you

got lucky, didn't you?"

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