{"id":336,"date":"2014-12-31T01:19:38","date_gmt":"2014-12-31T06:19:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=336"},"modified":"2014-12-31T01:19:38","modified_gmt":"2014-12-31T06:19:38","slug":"the-viscountess-investigates-by-cameron-quintain","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=336","title":{"rendered":"Viscountess Investigates, The by Cameron Quintain"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>ebook $6.99
\nISBN 9781613900352
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\n67,890 words; 212 pages<\/p>\n

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The ebook edition is also available at: Amazon<\/a>, Barnes & Noble<\/a>, Smashwords<\/a>, Kobo <\/a>& AllRomanceEbooks<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Also available in paperback!<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Packed with sf\/fantasy film, book, and gaming references, The Viscountess Investigates<\/i> is both a romp through BDSM subcultures and a geeky fantastical delight.<\/p>\n

About the Author:<\/strong>
\nCameron Quintain is a quiet librarian by day and a swashbuckling superhero by night. He is already at work on his next Dominion Erotic mystery.<\/p>\n

Look under the cut for a hot excerpt!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cEasy, Snuzzle,\u201d the driver said, pulling back on the reins. The pony girl began to drag her feet, throwing up a small cloud of dust and gravel until the forward motion of the cart was under control.<\/p>\n

The driver gave her human mare a few seconds to catch her breath, then brought the carriage whip down smartly across her shoulders. The pony girl moved forward at a gentle trot, lifting her legs high and making the bells on her breasts chime with each step. The small purple hearts tattooed across one buttock and down her right thigh were quite visible.<\/p>\n

The driver steered her carefully down the gravel road and into the quarry. The cart went down the path to the punishment wheel. The guards ordered the prisoner to halt as they stared at the newcomer.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid I have to cut this short,\u201d the driver\u2019s cool, sophisticated voice said. \u201cI have need of him.\u201d<\/p>\n

The prisoner felt his heart beat faster. He had known it was her from the second she had appeared, but even so, hearing her voice sent a quiver of excitement through his body.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe belongs to you then?\u201d the blonde guard asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA poor thing, but mine own. Here are his papers. I need him hosed off and shaved as soon as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

While the guards were checking his paperwork, the driver crossed over to her pony slave and pressed a lump of sugar past her bit gag. \u201cGood girl,\u201d the driver said softly. Snuzzle stamped her feet and gave a whinny of pleasure. She was far too deep into her Persona to respond with words, even if the bit had allowed it.<\/p>\n

Standing still, at last, but still chained to the wheel, the prisoner heard her approach. He wasn\u2019t allowed to make eye contact with her, but he didn\u2019t have to. He knew exactly what she looked like. He could see a perfect memory of her face, with its moody grey eyes, and proud Roman nose. He often thought of her as an ancient queen reincarnated. She had the kind of a face that would look appropriate if carved into a marble statue, or stamped onto a coin.<\/p>\n

He knew every inch of her. He knew the pale skin and lustrous black hair, the full breasts and shapely ass. He knew the hands with their long fingers that could so easily give pleasure and pain. She would be wearing something that both displayed and revealed her body. She would have her belt on, with the two whips, the cruel single tail called Tears-Like-Rain, and Hornet\u2019s Sting, the wicked little flogger. No doubt Hornet\u2019s Sting was already twitching against her thigh, anxious to be in use.<\/p>\n

She was coming closer to him. The delicious scent of her body, sweat and leather reached his nostrils. He could feel himself becoming aroused. A gloved hand reached out and gently lifted his head, allowing him to look her in the face. She was actually more beautiful than he remembered.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnjoying yourself, slave?\u201d she asked. Her grey eyes danced with merriment.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Viscountess,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry to end your vacation, but I have need of you.\u201d She saw the expression on his face and smiled. \u201cDon\u2019t pout darling, you\u2019ll enjoy this one. It looks like murder.\u201d<\/p>\n

An hour later the prisoner was standing in the prison yard in front of the warden\u2019s office. He had bathed in the hose, and had been shaved. The hair on his face was gone, along with every bit of hair from his body below the neck. The guards had also given him something to eat and all the water he could drink. As he stood in the sun, drying off, his wrists were held behind his back with leather cuffs. There was a collar around his neck whose leash led to the back of the pony cart.<\/p>\n

He had missed his collar over the last few weeks. He had to take it off, since it didn\u2019t fit the mood of the Dominion. He had felt naked without it, which was odd, since he had been naked most of the time. Now he was equally naked, but he felt at peace with himself now that the strip of leather was back around his neck. There was a metal tag on the collar which read \u201cMy name is severin\u201d followed by his slave registration number on one side and \u201cI belong to the Viscountess\u201d on the other.<\/p>\n

The Viscountess stood in the shade of an awning, luxuriating in the waves of submissive energy that rippled off of him. She admired his bowed head, the curve of his well-marked ass, even the small, half erect cock that jutted out at an odd angle.<\/p>\n

The warden emerged from her office with his release papers in hand. She was a squat, powerful woman with biceps the size of most people\u2019s thighs. She had a wide-brimmed hat and was carrying her favorite flagellation instrument, strips of an inner tube nailed to an axe handle.<\/p>\n

\u201cI swear that boy of yours is the best buck I ever did see,\u201d the warden drawled. \u201cHell, the last time he went over the wall he dammed near escaped. We had to use the dogs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEscaped?\u201d the Viscountess raised one eyebrow quizzically. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound like him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf he didn\u2019t escape, we wouldn\u2019t have no reason to put him in the hot box, or stake him out for the fire ants, ain\u2019t that right, boy?\u201d The warden grabbed one of his testicles between thumb and forefinger and gave a hearty squeeze.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Boss, thank you Boss,\u201d he gasped.<\/p>\n

The warden roared with laughter and spat some tobacco juice on the ground. Seeing it, Severin couldn\u2019t suppress a shudder. It brought back too many memories. There were some things even he didn\u2019t enjoy.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for taking such good care of him,\u201d the Viscountess said. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure to recommend this Dominion to all my friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI sure would appreciate that, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Viscountess drew up the leash until she had tugged him very close to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose next you\u2019re going to tell me that you\u2019re too tired to run behind the cart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Viscountess,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery well,\u201d she sighed theatrically, \u201cYou may lie on the floor of the cart, face up.\u201d<\/p>\n

He got himself into position. She settled into the seat and placed both feet on his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cComfortable?\u201d she asked with a faint smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Viscountess.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent.\u201d<\/p>\n

She cracked the whip and Snuzzle shot forward at full gallop. The cart went through the open gates and onto the road. Every little bump sent her heels into his chest, but he lay there, almost contented, at her feet.<\/p>\n

As they travelled down the road, the man felt a familiar, queasy sensation. The sun seemed to go down, then come up again. Things shot past them in a blur. The Dominion of the prison work farm fell away. Everything became a jumble and they were suddenly falling, or flying, or running, because he could still hear the jingle of Snuzzle\u2019s bells. Everything seemed to be spinning about them.<\/p>\n

As the vertigo and nausea struck him, he reminded himself that he could turn a wheel until he was ninety and he still wouldn\u2019t be a real pony slave. He had worn the harness and even carried some women, but it wasn\u2019t in him to be a true pony. He could never cross that yawning void between Dominions and the Real World.<\/p>\n

Everything became light, then dark, then light again. A world seemed to be forming around them, one piece at a time. A building appeared, then another. The wheels of the cart struck pavement. What had they been rolling on before? he wondered. He could hear car engines and smell their exhaust. They were now on a busy street. In the prison Dominion it had been midday, here it was early morning.<\/p>\n

The Viscountess fought to get the cart back under control. They were wedged between two cars in bumper to bumper traffic. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to them.<\/p>\n

\u201cNew York,\u201d the Viscountess explained.<\/p>\n

That would explain the smell. Lying on his back on the floor of the cart he had an odd view of things. He saw people on the sidewalks, men wearing clothes and speaking without permission. There but for the grace of God go I, he thought.<\/p>\n

The Viscountess brought the cart around to a narrow alley. She gave water to Snuzzle, then drank a bit herself. When she was done, she freed his hands and tugged on his leash, forcing him to prostrate himself on the pavement before her. Her dominant energy flowed freely down the leash, sending a shudder of submissive desire through him.<\/p>\n

To his horror he saw that dust from the prison yard had settled on her boots. Each particle of dust marred the perfection of the perfect black leather. He drew himself up to his hands and knees and leaned forward. He was so upset that he almost forgot to ask permission.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, Viscountess,\u201d he begged.<\/p>\n

She did not answer verbally, but simply snapped her fingers and pointed. Immediately he went to work. His tongue worked its way around the tip of the boot, licking the dust away. The black leather was cool and smooth, sweet as chocolate to his hungry mouth. He felt her toes move beneath the leather, and she laughed at his eagerness.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me, slave, what do you know of the Algophilia Society?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re very rich and powerful,\u201d he said, gulping down some gritty mud he had just taken off her boot.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn fact they\u2019re probably the richest and most powerful group of S&M adepts in the city. They became much more popular when people stopped taking the Hellfire Club seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, what do you expect? Appearing on The Avengers is one thing, but when they let themselves appear in the X-Men comic, well\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The Viscountess took Hornet\u2019s Sting off her belt and with a flip of her wrist sent it hard across his ass. It was a wicked little thing and made sure to catch his balls with its moosehide strands.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t criticize your betters,\u201d she said, then added softly, \u201cEven if you are right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you Viscountess,\u201d the slave said, keeping his face close to her boot. He was working on the instep now, a delicate process that required he lie on his side.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Board of Directors wields a great deal of authority, and unfortunately one of them just passed away. Eric Powers. I\u2019ve known him for a few years. He\u2019s a collector of rare erotic artwork and a master of forniphilia, the art of human furniture. I once rented a pair of sculptures to display at a garden party, lovely girls, do you remember them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Viscountess.\u201d He was almost done with one boot, going across the toe a second time to make sure he hadn\u2019t missed anything, \u201cI was staked out in the grass and couldn\u2019t see them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that\u2019s right. Well, at any rate, he\u2019s passed away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is what we\u2019re going to find out. We have an appointment to see John Masters, the president of the Algophilia Society.\u201d The Viscountess gave a sharp tug on the leash. \u201cAnd we don\u2019t want to be late.\u201d<\/p>\n

* * * *<\/p>\n

The Algophilia Society owned a huge stone building which seemed to fill a city block. A doorman took charge of Snuzzle. The Viscountess and Severin walked up the stairs to the door. He had developed the knack of keeping his head down while still being aware of everything around him. He kept just enough tension on the leash, matching his strides to his owner\u2019s. She didn\u2019t have to tell him to be on his best behavior.<\/p>\n

Touching the doorbell produced a cute, college-age girl in a very short maid\u2019s outfit. It didn\u2019t quite come up enough to hide her pierced nipples, and the skirt wasn\u2019t low enough to hide the fact that she was completely shaved. She was balancing precariously on eight-inch heels, the shoes held on with small padlocks. Although her wrists were free, her elbows were chained behind her back. She had managed to get the door open, but for the most part her arms could do nothing but flop around like the tiny forelegs of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.<\/p>\n

Apparently they had interrupted her in the midst of dusting, or at least attempting to dust. A bright red ball gag about the same color as her lipstick was buckled between her teeth. The front of it had a hole, and into that hole had been inserted the end of a feather duster. She had to dust using only movements of her head.<\/p>\n

No doubt when she failed to do a good enough job, she would be subject to some exquisite punishment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the Viscountess. I\u2019m here to see Mr. Masters.\u201d<\/p>\n

The maid made a sort of murmur from behind the ball gag and nodded her head. She backed away from the door with careful steps and led them over to an elevator. She moved like someone on stilts.<\/p>\n

She took them to a small elevator and nodded towards it, holding up the fingers of one hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cFifth floor?\u201d the Viscountess guessed. The maid nodded.<\/p>\n

The Viscountess did not thank her, but merely stepped into the elevator, followed by Severin. The maid shuffled back to her duty. She was engaged in dusting a group of small, delicate-looking bottles that were on a low table. Viscountess winced at her clumsy attempts to dust as the elevator door slid shut.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d she asked when they were alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo this is how the other half suffers,\u201d Severin mused, glancing around the polished brass and mahogany elevator. He saw his naked body in a mirror on the ceiling. There were also rings set in the walls so slaves could be secured in a variety of positions.<\/p>\n

The elevator was almost silent until it reached its destination. They found themselves facing a long hallway with plush carpet. Heavy oak doors lined the hall and there was a secretary at a desk guarding the largest and most impressive door.<\/p>\n

The secretary was a well-built ,middle-aged woman with a blouse stretched very tightly across her large breasts. Her lipstick was subdued, but her long fingernails were fire-engine red. Her hair, a shade too red to be natural, was pulled into a tight bun. She wore glasses with cat\u2019s eye frames perched on her nose. She looked vaguely like a school teacher or librarian from the 1950s. It was a good look for her; somehow she seemed to be both conservative and smolderingly sexy at the same time. The little sign on her neat desk read, \u201cMiss Fellatrix.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d Miss Fellatrix said, glancing up from her computer. She looked at them as if they had just tracked mud across the carpet.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the Viscountess. I have an appointment to see Mr. Masters.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne moment please.\u201d She lifted the phone and pressed a button. \u201cSir, there\u2019s a Miss Viscountess and slave to see you. Yes sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Fellatrix rose from her chair with some difficulty. She had to take the arms of her chair and pull herself to her feet. Once she was standing the reason for her problem was clear. There was a dildo of no small size permanently mounted onto her chair. There was no way she could sit without impaling herself on it.<\/p>\n

The secretary steadied herself on her black patent leather pumps and smoothed the tight skirt across her well-rounded ass before leading them to the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis way,\u201d she announced, opening it for them and following them in, apparently to see if her boss needed her to take dictation or something.<\/p>\n

John Masters was the perfect image of an alpha male dominant. He was an imposing figure while seated and when he rose it was with the power and grace of an ex-athlete. Although he was casually dressed, everything he wore was very expensive. The diamond on his pinky ring was so small it was scarcely noticeable. His face was handsome, but not too handsome, rather it looked rugged and a bit worn, perhaps from sailing around the world on his yacht. There was a touch of gray at his temples, as if to remind visitors that he was both older and more powerful than them.<\/p>\n

\u201cViscountess,\u201d he said, taking her hand and expertly kissing it. \u201cIt\u2019s an honor to meet you. Please call me John.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was making sure that she didn\u2019t have to call him by his title. It didn\u2019t take a genius to guess that in his club he was always called Master, which was both his title and his last name. By allowing her to use his given name he was accepting her as an equal.<\/p>\n

In front of the desk there was a comfortable seat for her and a circle of bare floor for her slave. Viscountess settled into the seat and made a circular motion with one hand, indicating that Severin should sit rather than kneel.<\/p>\n

As Masters took his seat the Viscountess was aware of his gaze on her. He was admiring the swell of her breasts as they rose from the silk corset, and her legs in the tight leather pants. A current of sexual desire flowed out of him. She accepted this as the compliment that it was and made sure to give no sign either verbal or nonverbal that she reciprocated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know about you,\u201d Masters said. \u201cBut I haven\u2019t had my morning coffee yet. Would you like some?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd your slave?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing,\u201d Viscountess said.<\/p>\n

Miss Fellatrix had been standing at attention waiting for orders. He glanced at her and nodded. She bowed slightly and left the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is quite a place you have here,\u201d Viscountess glanced around the office. \u201cIs your organization entirely male dominant?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all. We have several dominant female members, and a few switches of both sexes.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Viscountess nodded. She had the feeling that he was one of those dominants who saw submission as a sign of weakness. In the privacy of the club men might submit to the power of a woman, but it was all in good fun, not like the complete submission demanded from the female slaves.<\/p>\n

Since no one was paying attention to him, Severin looked around the room. For the most part it could have passed for an office at any business. Even the rack of whips and canes was discreet and tasteful. Nipple clamps were on a silver serving tray. Everything gleamed as if recently polished. There was a magnificent view out the window, plush carpet everywhere but the circle he sat in, and wood paneling on the walls. It looked like what it was, a very old and wealthy men\u2019s club.<\/p>\n

Several pictures on the wall intrigued him. There was a lithograph from one of the original editions of 120 Days of Sodom, and a signed, original Bishop. Several framed photos dotted one wall. There were pictures of Masters with a few celebrities, some of them in leather, others in bondage.<\/p>\n

Interestingly, many of the pictures were of Miss Fellatrix. There was a shot of her naked, on her knees looking dazed and exhausted surrounded by a roomful of nude men. Her body looked as if she had taken a bath in semen. She had a slender crown on her head, and a banner pulled across her chest read \u201cBlow Job Queen 1989.\u201d There was another shot of her and Masters having a vanilla wedding. She looked radiant in her gown, and equally radiant in the next picture where she was wearing only her bridal veil and having the letter M branded into her right buttock.<\/p>\n

The door opened noiselessly and Miss Fellatrix herself entered the office. She was accompanied by a maid, a human serving tray, and a woman wearing only a collar and a waist cincher. The maid was dressed much like the one downstairs, but her hands were free, and she had normal heels instead of the cruel spikes the other one wore. The woman who was the serving tray was naked from the waist up. Below that she was wearing stockings and a garter belt and high heels. She was a big girl and her large breasts with the prominent nipples swayed with every step she took. Around her ample waist she had a serving tray with a half circle cut out of it that hugged her tightly. It was supported by chains that went around her shoulders. The tray contained a silver coffee pot, two cups, and a bowl of sugar.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you like your coffee, ma\u2019am?\u201d the maid asked, making sure she did not make eye contact with the Viscountess. She was a pretty thing, dark-haired and slender, breasts the size of grapefruit visible above her uniform.<\/p>\n

\u201cLight, with two sugars.\u201d<\/p>\n

The maid poured the coffee, added the sugar, then carefully positioned the china cup and saucer on the tray. Taking one of the woman\u2019s breasts in both hands, she squeezed, sending a thin stream of milk into the cup.<\/p>\n

After a quick stir with a silver spoon, the maid knelt and held out the cup of coffee in both hands. The Viscountess did not take the cup right away, but made the maid kneel motionless.<\/p>\n

Miss Fellatrix did not need to ask how Masters took his coffee. She made it with expert precision and placed it on his desk. Only then did the Viscountess take the cup and saucer from the maid, who remained kneeling. The nearly naked woman immediately went to the side of the Viscountess\u2019s chair and dropped to all fours, offering her back as a table.<\/p>\n

\u201cI always find that a little oral service is the best way to start the day.\u201d Masters announced. \u201cWould you care to join me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease don\u2019t go to any trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, it\u2019s no trouble, we\u2019d be honored,\u201d Masters smiled graciously.<\/p>\n

The way he phrased it, it would be impolite to refuse. The Viscountess glanced at the maid, still kneeling, but looking at her with eager anticipation.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery well.\u201d The Viscountess carefully placed the saucer on the waist cincher of the human table and unbuckled the front of her own pants, revealing the hidden zippers. The pants could be turned into a pair of chaps. The maid\u2019s face positively glowed at the sight of her, she glanced up, making sure she had permission before leaning in and applying her tongue.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile Miss Fellatrix was making herself comfortable underneath the desk. She fit so easily under there that the desk had to have been built with this purpose in mind. All that was visible of her was the back of her head bobbing up and down as the sound of sucking and slurping filled the room.<\/p>\n

Viscountess was not surprised to find that the maid was quite skilled at her job. The woman ran her tongue up and down the length of her lips, teasing the clitoris slowly to life with long broad strokes. As the Viscountess lifted the coffee cup she noticed that her hand trembled slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is excellent coffee,\u201d the Viscountess said, adjusting her position on the chair. She draped one leg over the maid\u2019s shoulder to give her better access.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s grown at a plantation in South America worked entirely by slave labor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo it\u2019s sort of unfair trade coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, ah,\u201d Masters made a noise that sounded more like pain than pleasure. Miss Fellatrix\u2019s head was bobbing up and down so fast that it was a blur. \u201cWe send a few girls down every year for some hard labor; the locals love it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can imagine,\u201d the Viscountess let out a soft moan. The maid\u2019s tongue was now moving in deft circles around her clit. Obviously further conversation was going to be difficult\u2026<\/p>\n

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