In BONDAGE SLAVE NIECE, we find people seeking truth in various ways — ways that may or may not be acceptable to the general public. Diane DeMarrow has found a truth. She has found a life that suits her perfectly. She has found a life that fulfills all her needs. But could you accept her way of life? Can you read the escapades of Diane DeMarrow and still call yourself a “non-judgmental” person?

The bell above the door rang and Melissa rose to answer the summons of her cruel mistress, Diane DeMarrow. She quickly stood, spun on her heels and turned to leave the tack room.

“Oh, my God!” Melissa gasped as she found herself looking into the evil brown eyes of Bruce. Bruce was blocking the doorway, standing up straight, with his arms crossed and leering at her with a look of lust pasted to his handsome face.

“Well, hello there Melissa,” Bruce hissed. He licked his lips and surveyed the curvaceous lines of her body. Then he stared right at her, piercing her eyes and making her shudder with fear.

He was certainly a good-looking man, she thought. A big man, with a massive chest, muscular arms and a thick shock of black hair on his head. Yes, Bruce was handsome. But he sure was a mean son of a bitch.

“I think it would be a very good idea for you to suck my cock, Melissa. I’m in a rather sexy mood and your cute little mouth will satisfy me for the present. So get down on your knees and suck my prick, you little wench!” As Bruce spoke, he pulled his big, thick cock out of his pants and wagged it obscenely in front of him.