Fourth Wall by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Fourth Wall – Written in an open first-person style in which the main character talks directly to the reader, exposes her thoughts and plans and enjoys every moment of it! In effect a POV view of the world for the reader, because she knows who you are, what you are and what you need! Not that Monique is going to allow you to get away with naughtiness!

Monique, a woman whose pastimes and business coincide. Creating toys for the use of those that can afford something quite special. This present contract is for a couple, a matching pair of helpless slaves for a couple who demand just that little bit more of their intimate pets. The research is done, the candidates selected, the training decided upon… Starting with seduction, moving on to the education that is required, Monique speaks to the reader as she makes her moves and enjoys the experience of asserting her dominance.

Breaking them down, discovering their weaknesses, manipulating and humiliating the couple chosen for her clients, Monique moves step by step, recreating and rebuilding her victims as the reader watches from the sidelines. Of course there are ups and downs, attempts to throw off her strict grip, but then this is all part of the challenge for a woman who enjoys her business as much as Monique does. It is not just for the money that Monique plays these games, she plays because she enjoys every moment!

And, best of all… the reader is manipulated just as Charlie and Susan are. Spoken to, controlled and brought to understand that they might just be the next one on her list…

Setting: UK

F/m, F/fm, F/f, FM/m, Maid Service, Humiliation, Chastity, Corporal Punishment, BDSM, Slavery, Caging, Pet Play.

Strength 7/10 – 72,000 Words

Written 2016 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Fourth Wall

An Interlude – Monique’s Path

Start with abstinence for him and intense pleasure for oneself, that always sets the tone of the relationship. That is a sort of motto of mine, but actually, I don’t really believe in mottos and written rules, I tend to make things up as I go along. Unplanned is the rule, just follow the basic principle that sex allows a man to be guided and trained and then, he is mine. I have stated my principles above, but, you will have skipped them as you raced to start reading my narrative. Naughty boy, go back to the start and pay attention, read and understand, learn to obey. You see, I have decided to take you into my world and allow you to see it through my eyes. To realise how easily a man can be broken down and his staunch sexuality revealed as a passing phase.

This is going to be the way that you and I are going to get along. I will occasionally allow a little latitude; a small loss of self-control and you will be called on to submit! Now that you have read my principles we are going to get along just fine.

You are a man, so obedience comes naturally! Women are different, but they too can become whatever is desired of them as long as the suitable bait is dangled before their lips. That too is part of the tale, but then let’s just relax and see how it happened…

Let’s start at the very beginning, when the sun still shone on a world that Charlie and Susan fully understood. Well at least as much as anyone can understand the world. I’ll pass on what goes through my mind now as I tell the tale and hope that you realise that I know who you are. A man who can feel himself panting as he strokes and massages his pathetic little dick as my words scroll past his gaze.

Not yet, my dear, not yet; I decide… Another motto comes to mind, perhaps this one is more of a rule! I never allow a man to fuck me unless his cock is longer than my heels. That has always been a problem for me, there are not many men who qualify… and you have no fucking chance!

But, this is not a place to make light of you, it is something quite else! It’s what happened when Monique (that’s me) found her true love, how she made mistakes and why she is panting in climax even as she writes this, a little tale of sex and obsession. So, I shall go to the start, well not the very start, but the start of this story.

It must be a year ago now, that moment when it all started, when I finally made contact with the man that I had chosen. The man who will be mine by the time that the tale is done.

A deception needs a willing victim! The prey needs to willingly step into the jaws of the ambush blindly and the hunter needs to honey the bait to make it the only thing that motivates. After the trap closes, then comes the nectar! It is not the fatal step into the jaws of the trap that defines the moment, it is the moment that the trap closes that marks the moment.Monique was the hunter.

The honey, sweet and alluring, was me. Between my thighs is the greatest mantrap there is!

Excerpt from: Fourth Wall