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The Story of L Box Set

By: L.A. Cloutier
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2013 by Blushing Books� and L. A. Cloutier
45 chapters, 192,000 words
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Odyssey

Trey loves L's submissive heart, but he wants more from her. He wants her to be his slave. He arranges to offer her as a pledge to his secret society. L knows little of what she is about to experience, but she knows that Trey loves her and she wants to make him happy any way she can, even if it means enduring two weeks of slave training at The Inn.

One of the Masters takes a special interest in L. He knows it could cost him his job, but something grips him deeply about her, driving him mad! He too, wants her to be his.

Enlightenment

L is in store for a few new surprises when she finishes her slave training at The Inn. Trey has taken the liberty of moving her out of her apartment and telling her employer she has quit her job. He has decided to take her on a vacation to the Caribbean Islands.

While on their trip he explains to her why he has entrusted Clay to take care of her discipline and punishments. As L settles into her new life, Trey gives her some reading assignments in order to help her better understand what it means to be his slave. L remains contemplative about what Trey really wants from her until he announces an upcoming business trip. And although L doesn't know it yet, he has a surprise in store for her just before he leaves.

Not wanting L to be alone during his absence he arranges to have her stay with Clay.

Clay is intent upon making the most of her stay with him and holds a few surprises of his own, but all does not go according to plan when something unexpected happens that affects them all.

Redemption

Although free from her duplicitous master, L is anything but free. Now she has reason to believe that he has stolen her identify and embroiled her in his embezzlement scheme. Worried that she will be implicated, she works to clear her good name.

Clay is ready to finally make her his and his alone. However, that hope dwindles when L expresses her desire to end her membership at The Inn. She no longer wishes to be a pleasure slave or to have another Master in her life. What will that mean for their future together?

In the final book of the trilogy, L's odyssey into the world of BDSM continues. But after a betrayal from her last master, can L learn to trust again? Will she trust Clay enough to share both her heart and her secret? Can this turbulent couple learn to set aside the pain from the past and find Redemption?

Odyssey, Chapter One

L sat, fully dressed to perfection, wearing exactly what she had been instructed to wear, at a little white table, on a little white stool, in a small room with white walls, no windows, and two doors. One door, through which she had entered, the other, by which she may, or may not leave, contingent upon her signature to the papers set on the table, which read.

Thank You, L, for having considered our offer. We expect that you have showed up, precisely on time. If not, please read quickly. The door facing you will un-lock at precisely 10:05 pm. If you should sign the document before you, you are expected to exit this room, by means of that unlocked door. You will have thirty seconds, L, from the time it un-locks to walk through it, then, it will be locked again. If you sign this document and do not exit by means of the door facing you, the document will be burned and we will NOT contact you again.

Please read the attached with careful consideration. If you agree to ALL terms and conditions, we, the members of the: Sacred Sacraments of Service’, invite you, L, to become a sub-member of our elite group of members. Know that this IS a legal and binding contract, that, when signed, you will be held responsible and accountable for your signature.

S.S.S

L turned the page, her laced gloved fingers being ever so careful not to bend, or crease the corner of the parchment. Following the cover page were the stipulations of what would constitute �The Contract!

I,-her legal name-, being of sound mind and body do hereby relinquish any and all rights that I may currently have regarding my existence of, �Her legal name-, while in the care, or company of the S.S.S. I agree to be known only as L, to be treated only as the S.S.S sees fit. To be used, only as the S.S.S sees fit, to be governed and controlled to the extent in which the S.S.S sees fit.

As L: I agree to obey and oblige every command issued by the S.S.S. I agree that I am to be punished, if I do not. I agree that any use of my body no longer belongs to me and that the S.S.S may use any or all of my body in whatever manner they see fit.

I agree that I am no longer allowed to make my own choices in regards to anything concerning myself. I agree that I will not speak, unless asked, or otherwise forced to make utterance. I agree to surrender my mind, body and soul, utterly and completely to, any and all members of the S.S.S at anytime it is requested of me from this day forth.

Furthermore, when I am not in the care, or company of any member of the S.S.S, I agree, that if I am contacted, requested or required, that I will appear promptly and presentably on time and without hesitation or excuse. I agree to keep the S.S.S informed at all times of any updated information about my whereabouts and ways in which I can be contacted day or night.

Lastly, I agree that I shall not speak of the S.S.S to anyone who is not also a member or sub-member thereof. In breach of this, my contract shall be destroyed and my services shall no longer be indemnified.

All Civil and Constitutional rights shall be returned to me while not in the company, care, or companionship of any member of the S.S.S.

I accept these terms and conditions and agree to be bound by them until such time as the S.S.S releases me of obligation from them in writing.

Signature:___________��� Date:__________

L anticipated the terms of the contract simultaneously with the amount of time she had left before she heard the lock on the door click.

The material of the startling, long sleeved, heavily decorated, sparkling white wedding dress was making L very warm. She wished to remove the delicately laced gloves from her hands and undo at least two of the satin buttons near her throat that closed so tightly around it. Every time she swallowed, she could feel it slide past the buttons. The long ruffled petticoat under it caused L’s thighs to become itchy. She looked at the black elegant ink pen that had been placed above the documents on the table.

The stiff thick material of the gown seemed to creak as she moved, extending her hand for the pen. It was slippery under the lace gloves as she slowly picked it up. She could feel her fingers shaking, the closer she drew her hand to the paper.

She knew that for at least the next two weeks her body would be used in every way a body can be used. She knew that when she signed her legal and full given name at the bottom of the document that her fate would become sealed, that she would then belong not just to Trey, but to every member of the Sacred Sacraments of Service.

Whether Man, or Woman, she would be at their disposal and required to comply and do without question or hesitation, anything they wished. For a moment she almost felt regret for having asked Trey if they would ever be married.

He had smiled that dark tight-lipped grin of his, as he spilled himself into her core. She had whispered “Marry me, make me yours forever,” as he plunged so deeply into her, gripping her hair tightly.

�When he had finished with her, he told her that he would do better than marry her. He would give her something deeper than marriage. He would give her a placement in his secret society. That it would do him an honor greater than being his wife, if she would accept his proposal.

He explained what it meant to be accepted into the S.S.S. How great the privilege was and how refined she would become by her submission into the �lite group of its members. He told her that the journey into their passage would not be an easy one, that at times, she may even pray and beg for her former freedom, and that such requests would not only be ignored, but that she would probably be punished for them.

He kissed her wet cheeks with the utmost of tenderness and cradled her naked body close to his while he held her in his lap. If she were to be accepted, she would have to sign legal papers giving her consent to all that would happen to her, as part of becoming such an �lite member herself.

For the first two weeks after signing those papers, she would go through the placement process. She would be examined, judged, and tested in a wide variety of skills, at the levels at which she was personally able to handle them. That the Elder members of the S.S.S would, at the end of her two weeks, inform her of her place and what level in that placement she had earned. Only then, would she wear his mark. A mark on her body that showed she was owned, belonging to him, and at times every member of the S.S.S.

Unlike a wedding ring that can be taken off and unlike a marriage certificate that can be undone by means of a divorce, this mark was more permanent than either of those two things.� This would be their bond and their marriage for life because once she had earned her mark it would not, and could not, ever be completely removed.

“Trey,” she sobbed, “I only want to be owned by you.”

He brushed her hair from her eyes and tilted her chin to face his. “My love, my darling sweet and precious gem, I know that you do not fully understand the scope of that which I am offering you, at least not right now. And I am not at liberty to go into explicit details of the society in which I belong until you also become a part of it, legally. But you must trust me and know how very much I love you, how much I am truly in love with you.

“The members of our society do not live by means of traditional wedding ceremonies. We are governed by higher principals; we live by different standards and laws. Because I am already a member of the S.S.S I cannot now, nor ever, make the proposal of a traditional marriage to anyone.

“The offer I am making you is far greater and means a great deal more to me, than putting a ring on your finger to signify that you are mine. As you know, I am thirty-nine years old, you are only twenty-seven. This is an offer I have never extended to any woman in my life, until now. Should you accept it, I will never be allowed to offer it to another for as long as I live. So you see, it is in fact, a bond, and a decision, I must not make lightly.

“I feel that you have promise and sincere desire to serve me the way I enjoy and demand to be served. You have denied me no part of you at any time over the last year. Not your heart, not your body, or your mind, and now I will ask of you one more thing, I want your soul, my love.” �He paused to kiss her forehead.

“In choosing to allow me that, I promise to you, that you will indeed be cared for and protected in every possible way for the rest of your life, even when I am no longer around. The members of the S.S.S are like family; we always take care of our own. It would honor me greatly to have you marked as such. Know this however,” he paused, looking deeper into her eyes, “I will always be your first or Grand Master because I am the one granting you this great privilege.

“There will be others, especially in the beginning, that will help to mold and train you into what I wish for you to become, and probably on occasions thereafter as well in which you will be used or conditioned to and for my liking. During such times you are to remember that everything you experience and receive are extensions of my very own hand. That I wish for it and that I myself am allowing it.”

It was just then that L heard the click of the door facing her, meaning it had just un-locked. She gasped, pulling herself from her thoughts and signed the document quickly but carefully.

Her heartbeat started to increase with anticipation as she stood up, lifting the heavy white material of the wedding gown and the petticoat. Her white open-toed heels clicked with each of the six steps it took her, before she placed her gloved hand around the shiny gold knob and opened it.

When she opened the door she was greeted with a much darker room. The walls were painted a dark blue. On the floor was a low Berber grey carpet, which silenced the click of her heels as she stepped over from one room to the other.

Trey was sitting comfortably on a black suede loveseat. In the corner, behind the loveseat, hung a globe lamp suspended from a chain, the only source of light in the room. A small mahogany table to his right held a bucket with a chilled bottle of champagne and a single fluted clear crystal glass. He watched with careful eyes as she closed the door behind her. Their eyes met and he smiled at seeing the trepidation in hers as she lowered herself to her knees, greeting and offering herself to him as she had graciously done so many times before.

Trey wore what would almost constitute as a black tuxedo. His ruggedly handsome face was cleanly shaven with the exception of his mustache. His broad shoulders squaring off his black jacket and the white shirt under it had the first five buttons undone, showing off his masculine well-muscled chest. His seductive smile gripped her as she eased into her position, lowering her eyes just slightly as if waiting for his approval, or his order for her to come to him.

“You've passed your first test, and have embarked on the voyage of your training to pleasure me.� You have followed my command, which is to be the first of many that you will be expected to follow without hesitation.� You have obeyed without question and verified your desire to participate voluntarily into the induction of the Sacred Sacraments of Service, as my proffered pledge,” he said calmly, as he admired the lovely full-length sparkling wedding gown she was secluded under.

“This night is to constitute your official declaration to embark on the journey of becoming my complete and utter slave, L. You have done me the greatest honor a man in my position could ever ask for. You have entrusted me from this day forward, to claim you as my own. To do with whatever I so wish, at any given time, and without the scarcity of a word or breath of refute.” He stood up from the loveseat and walked mannerly over to L until he stood right before her. Being 6’4”, he bent slightly as he offered her his open palm.

“Thank you, Sir,” L said easily, accepting his hand.

“NO L, you will no longer call me Sir. Tonight, I become your Master as does every other man or woman in the society in which you have just so shortly ago agreed to become a part of. I am going to forgive you only this one time because it is a very special night. But need I remind you L; you no longer have a voice. There is no longer any need of your thanks or your gratitude in words. You are no longer my submissive companion, L, you are now my slave. Your thanks and gratitude will now be shown explicitly in actions alone. Please show that you understand this with a short nod of your head.”

After hearing this, L simply nodded.

Trey helped his symbolic bride to her feet and walked her over to the black suede loveseat where he then instructed her to sit down in the very middle of the plush cushioned fabric.

L sat squarely without crossing her legs as Trey had taught her long ago she must not do while in his presence. She placed her hands in her lap and folded one over the top of the other and waited for what he would say or do next.

He walked around behind the loveseat and bent over, taking first her left hand, pulling it to his dark Italian mouth, he kissed it softly before attaching her wrist to the black suede cuff attached somewhere behind the loveseat. A mild tremor crept up her left arm. He also did the same with her right hand and after the cuffs were secure, he tightened them, making sure she could not move her hands or arms more than a couple of inches forward or back.

He then took the open champagne and poured the crystal glass full. He stood before her holding the glass and said. “Welcome to the S.S.S, L. Let us celebrate this once in a lifetime occasion and opportunity, a consummation of a Master to his slave.” He then took a mouthful of the bittersweet bubbly, moved over the top of L, tilting her head back against the loveseat and offered her a sip directly from his mouth to hers.

His olive toned, large Italian hand, pressed into the top of her shoulder as he leaned over her. The tiny pearl sequins near her collarbone making their presence known as he pressed his thumbs into them. She stared up into his pale blue, well-spaced eyes, as she opened her mouth to receive his offering.

The cool sparkling liquid streamed into her mouth at the rate of a trickle, oozing slowly down the back of her throat. When his mouth was empty he kissed her savagely, filling her mouth with his tongue, pulling a soft little moan from her as his reward. He pulled abruptly from the kiss but kept his face close to hers. In a soft and mild mannered voice, he told her this would be the last night they were going to spend together for the next two weeks.

He gave her another swallow of the sweet cool liquid before setting the glass back down on the table and kneeled down between her legs on the grey Berber carpet. He reached up under her long billowing gown and pulled down the petticoat from her hips, instructing her to lift them as he slid the heavily tooled material over her curves, down over her knees and to her ankles and then completely off.

After pulling out and discarding the petticoat, he moved his hands back to the middle of her thighs and opened them as wide as the gown would allow. He then took her left foot to the edge of the loveseat and secured it with another suede cuff, doing the same thereafter to her right. When he was finished he stood up and took the crystal flute into his hand and drank the remaining champagne while his eyes combed over the contained mounds of her bare breasts pressing so tightly to the thick fabric of the dress.

“Oh dear,” he said with a devilish grin. “I’ve completely forgotten to remove this beautifully tailored gown from your body before immobilizing you.” He reached into the front pocket of his well pressed, smooth black pants and pulled out a pocketknife. L’s eyes got a little wider as she watched him open it, the light behind them glinting off the sleek sliver blade.

“I suggest you hold very still L, it’s very sharp and I wouldn’t want to slip and nick your beautiful soft white skin.” His voice was getting deeper and huskier. L knew this tone in his voice and she knew what it meant. He walked around behind her and pulled all of her soft elegant auburn hair from her back and splayed it against the suede backing of the loveseat while pulling it firmly, causing her to lean her head back once again. “Now hold still, L,” he said sternly and brought the tip of the blade to the first tightly cinched button beneath her chin and sliced it.

She gasped, thinking it a pity to ruin the beautiful old timeless treasure that currently adorned and concealed her naked body. He continued to slice through each button one at a time, carefully with one hand while the other pressed harshly into L’s breast. Her breath hitched and she held it still when she felt him dip the knife against the material right at the hollow of her neck in order to get under the lace securing the satin button.

“Good girl,” he said softly, bending down to kiss her more delicately than he had the first time, leaving her lips in want of more. L now realized why he had instructed that this dress fit her so tightly. He wanted the buttons to pop easily when he cut the dress from her tethered body. He cut through three more buttons, opening the front of the dress just enough that he could see the swell of pasty white flesh that was, her cleavage. “There are my gorgeous little beauties,” he whispered and pulled the knife away setting it on the table next to the champagne.

He slipped his right hand into the now open necked dress and gripped her breast, pulling up on it and squeezing it before passing his thumb over the soft nub of her nipple. His left hand also wedged its way into the open flap of material and then suddenly he gripped both sides and rent the front of the dress all the way to her abdomen. She let out a stark little cry of surprise as buttons and pearly sequins flew in all directions. He chuckled softly and then adjusted a bar along the back of the loveseat that allowed the backrest to recline. He let it fold all the way down, thus, turning the loveseat into something like a makeshift bed.

His eyes lusted to take her as he folded her head and torso back towards him, until the backrest clicked into place. Her hair still hung over the edge and now wisped the carpet. Her breasts, plump and most pleasing to his eyes now rose and fell as they peeked out at him from the rent material. He knelt at her head and bent over her body not being able to stop from biting and sucking at her newly exposed, dark pink nipples.

Holding her gloved hands in his, reached his face down further, licking at her smooth, soft belly and swirling his tongue into her belly button that always caused her to writhe and squirm. His growing need pried into her cheek as he pressed his body down on hers, trying to still her. Most of her chest and torso were available to his eyes thus far. Trey often liked to un-wrap her slowly. �It’s like a present every time, he had once told her. But really, he very much liked not undressing anymore of her than he intended to use at one time. He enjoyed torturing her more often than not, half clad body.

Trey reached over to the table and took the champagne out of the bucket. Filling his mouth with a good sized swallow of it, he drizzled some of it into her mouth, then some in between her breasts, then the last bit of it down her belly and let it pool in her belly button. He pulled the fabric near her left breast aside and placed the ice chilled and still wet bottom of the bottle onto her breast. Her body jolted from the shock and a curt moan erupted from her lips.

“Shhh, be still L, you’ll make a mess,” he said and removed the bottle, watching as her nipple hardened to a stiff little peek, which he then saw fit to bite with some severity before enclosing his lips around it and sucking it back to warmth. A shrill little cry erupted out of her as he also did the same to her other breast before licking the pooled remains of champagne from her torso. The light musky smell of her arousal caught in his throat as he sucked the wetness from her belly button.

He took hold of the remaining intact portion of material that still covered her thighs and forcefully ripped it open, until the heavy material was completely rent down the front. He smoothed it out flat to each side, covering nearly the entire black suede cushion she was fastened too. She was now fully exposed to him with the exception of the sleeves that still covered her arms.

Her pubis had been waxed. It was soft and baby smooth, as he rubbed his cheek over it, a low moan rolling up from his throat as he grazed his lips over the top of it, kissing and nibbling while he reached to his waist and unfastened his belt. Wasting no time he opened his pants, freeing his now throbbing member.

Her scent intoxicated him as he forced her thighs to open even more, so that he could witness her wetness. “Keep them open, just like that!” he growled, as he righted himself to an upright position on his knees. He held and positioned her head until it hung just off the back edge of the loveseat and then rubbed her lips with the mushroomed head of his large Italian cock.

He told her to open her mouth and he poured a little taste of champagne into it, at the same time he forced his large head between her succulent lips, telling her to suck. He worked open her mouth until he felt her throat open and stretch to accommodate him without gagging too much. Then he bent over her again, spreading her open and poured a lavish amount of chilled champagne onto her wet open sex, which was immediately followed by his mouth eagerly licking and lapping it up. Her clitoris started to swell from the mixed contrast of the cold and then the heat, of his mouth.

She was moaning loudly while he jutted joyfully into her mouth, pleasing her with his at the same time, until her clitoris was fully engorged, making her squeal when he pulled it between his teeth. He pulled his mouth away before he let her reach climax and again righted himself so that he could look at her exposed slender neck and her plump bottom lip, as he held himself still in her mouth. “L, you are mine, completely mine. And although after today, others will use you for their own satisfaction in various ways. For the purpose of your astute and absolute training, I am ordering you not to allow yourself to come by way of their ministrations. Your orgasms belong to me and to me alone. Is that understood?”

L nodded her head to the best of her ability keeping a firm hold of his cock between her lips. “Good girl” he paused, nudging forward a little. “I want you to know, I will be giving that information to the Elders when you are delivered to The Inn tomorrow. You will be punished if you should fail to obey this order.” Trey pulled out of her mouth, his heavy, thick veined throbbing cock, wrapped securely in his hand.

He stood up and walked around to the other side of the makeshift bed. He pulled her down hastily by her thighs until her bottom reached the edge of the cushion. Wedging his cock between her sloppy wet folds, he thrust into her core, hard, causing her to scream. Holding himself still within her, he pried her thighs open until the ankle cuffs would no longer allow them to go any further. He liked to watch as he took her.

“This is the last orgasm you will be getting for a while, little girl. I hope you enjoy it,” he bleated, ramming into her with forced furry and passion while he strummed her clit frantically, wanting to feel those inner muscles clench and squeeze around him. Milking him, urging him, and begging him for his seed to be spilled into her.

She was moaning and panting frantically, pulling at the cuffs as she erupted, squirting spurts of hot female ejaculate out past his pumping cock. “That’s it, come for me. Keep coming for me, L, drain yourself of every last ounce of it.” He demanded as he plunged wildly into her. Her pussy started its familiar spasms, tugging and gripping his cock like millions of tiny fingers stroking it all at the same time in waves of deep massage.

One thing, Trey both loved and hated about L, was that she was very multi-orgasmic. Trey had staying power and he learned quickly how to manipulate L. With the right words at the right time, with the right touches or caresses he could keep her peeked and rolling over in a constant state of bliss for nearly seven minutes. Trey loved driving it home when L was in this state. It always made for a powerfully explosive orgasm of his own. On the other hand, it was hard to keep her from coming when he didn’t want her to, for whatever reason.

L’s head was rolling from side to side as she lamented in blissful whispers that would soon find her in big trouble at The Inn if she disobeyed him. But tonight, this was what he wanted out of her. He knew that once she came back to him after two weeks, certain things would be changed about the L he loved so much right now. She would be more dignified, much quieter and far more reserved. All of which he wanted for her but he hoped, that once she endured her time with other members of the S.S.S at The Inn, she would not give way to loosing site of herself so completely that she lost her playful spunk and ingenuity either.

Trey was pumping his finger into her behind while he forced her to keep hold of the multiple orgasms she was currently having. Her body was so utterly amazing when she lost sight of herself this way. Come, oozing out of her and sliding down as lubricant for his steadfast fingers while he pumped her hard enough to scoot the loveseat across the floor until finally he could hold out no longer.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. L always had a hard time taking him this way, but The Inn, would change that about her too. He smiled deviously, and she cried out mournfully, forcing himself deeper into her rear, pulling her thighs up as high as he could with them being attached to the bottom part of the loveseat. He loved watching his cock disappear into her ass.

Trey groaned a long deep guttural moan on the fifth agonizing plunge into L’s ass and he felt the eruption forcing itself. He growled roughly, not wanting for it to end just yet, he never ever did.

“Look at me,” he growled, cupping her face and turning it just as the first jet of white lighting shot into her.

L opened her eyes to meet his, hooded, dark, demanding, forceful looking eyes. His brow was furrowed with his face almost touching hers as he rocked his hips forward just a little more, making sure to fill her as deeply as possible. He enjoyed seeing the pain in her eyes as she withstood this for him, and the last spurting eruption, shot from him. His seed coursing through her backside and crawling up inside of her made him feel he had claimed her once again. He collapsed onto her body and closed his eyes with one word, still replaying in his mind. MINE!

Enlightenment, Chapter One

“I have to go out of town for a couple of weeks. I don’t like the thought of you staying here in the apartment that long all by yourself. I think you should stay with Clay while I’m gone,” Trey called from the bathroom as he finished shaving.

L groaned as she pulled herself from their nice warm bed and walked into the bathroom.

“Did you hear me L,” he asked, watching her naked backside in the mirror. She looked adorable in the mornings before she was fully awake.

“Yes, Master,” L mumbled, sounding anything but pleased.

“What’s the matter, Pumpkin?” he turned to face her as she made ready for her morning shower.

“I just don’t like when you have to go out of town,” she sighed.

Trey approached and hugged her tenderly kissing the top of her soft auburn head. “Your list for the day is on the table in the kitchen. We are going to Club 9 tonight, be home by no later than 5:00. I’ll call you and let you know what time to meet me. Understand?”

L nodded as Trey released her, “Yes, Master.”

“Let me see that sweet little smile of yours before I go.”

L looked up into her Master’s pale blue eyes and smiled. His rugged good looks could always make her smile. His short dark wavy hair

Katy Beth McKee on 04/03/2014 06:19pm
I think I had a bit of a love-hate relationship with reading this a part of a box set. There were times when it was hard to keep going but oh the ending was so worth the journey. Each book seems to have it's own flavor. In Odyssey is so very hot and seems to very much about the sex. You seem to be unsure who to trust and what is driving the characters. You do see that L is coming to grips with her own feelings through it all. In Enlightenment - Confusion seems to reign supreme throughout the book. We see that Trey and L have moved along in their relationship and it seems so much has happened to L without her truly understanding what is going on. And then Clay seems to pop up and you just not sure what is happening until the very end. Which leads right into Redemption we move from the physical through the mental and now its time to face the emotional aspect of the lifestyle. We see that L is much stronger than we thought. We get to really met lots of great side characters and so many sweet surprises await the reader of this story.
Katy Beth McKee on 04/03/2014 06:19pm
I think I had a bit of a love-hate relationship with reading this a part of a box set. There were times when it was hard to keep going but oh the ending was so worth the journey. Each book seems to have it's own flavor. In Odyssey is so very hot and seems to very much about the sex. You seem to be unsure who to trust and what is driving the characters. You do see that L is coming to grips with her own feelings through it all. In Enlightenment - Confusion seems to reign supreme throughout the book. We see that Trey and L have moved along in their relationship and it seems so much has happened to L without her truly understanding what is going on. And then Clay seems to pop up and you just not sure what is happening until the very end. Which leads right into Redemption we move from the physical through the mental and now its time to face the emotional aspect of the lifestyle. We see that L is much stronger than we thought. We get to really met lots of great side characters and so many sweet surprises await the reader of this story.
Laurel Lasky on 04/02/2014 11:17pm
This is a trilogy of The Story Of L, a women's experience of becoming a slave and of her masters, some good and some evil. It is well written with some character development and fascinating storyline. In the first book L meets Trey and how quickly he entices her into undergoing training using BDMS to turn her into a slave for him. Clay is one of her trainers. At first I found it hard to read about L giving up all her rights so she could offer her submission to a master. In the second book she is more of a possession whose owner thinks of her as an object like a stapler and not as a human being. You get caught up in the story which is so well told, you can't put it down. It's dark and intense and then the third book, called Redemption is like a bright light has been turned on. There is action, adventure, suspense, romance and love.
Laurel Lasky on 04/02/2014 11:17pm
This is a trilogy of The Story Of L, a women's experience of becoming a slave and of her masters, some good and some evil. It is well written with some character development and fascinating storyline. In the first book L meets Trey and how quickly he entices her into undergoing training using BDMS to turn her into a slave for him. Clay is one of her trainers. At first I found it hard to read about L giving up all her rights so she could offer her submission to a master. In the second book she is more of a possession whose owner thinks of her as an object like a stapler and not as a human being. You get caught up in the story which is so well told, you can't put it down. It's dark and intense and then the third book, called Redemption is like a bright light has been turned on. There is action, adventure, suspense, romance and love.
Marybeth on 03/17/2014 02:35pm
Story of L: an Odyssey Book 1 by L.A. Cloutier I wasn’t going to buy these books. It didn’t sound like anything that I would like. I like BDSM, but the thought of being a slave was a little too much for me. But, I finally broke down and bought them and was pleasantly surprised. Yes, it is consensual non-consensual. What that means is that L consents to whatever the trainers would like to do to her. Once she said yes, she lost all her rights. Still, that was a hard concept for me. But, I persevered and it was a really good book. This book covers the time it takes for her to be trained, there is some reminiscing about how L and Trey met. There are lots of spankings and punishments and I always enjoy reading about that.. I really do recommend this book. Enlightenment: Story of L Book 2 by L.A. Cloutier This story is a little different from the first. We see how L is treated by Trey. Mostly as a possession. While she was in training, he gave notice for her at her job, he emptied out her apartment and put what HE thought she didn’t need in storage, he cancelled her credit cards, he got rid of her cell phone. He wanted her dependent on him. L isn’t happy about it, but she accepts it. Trey and Clay have also come up with a way for both of them to have her. L lives with Trey, but sends her to Clay when she needs to be punished. And the punishments are impressive! I had a harder time with this story because L is a possession. Not my cup of tea. But, that is a personal problem, not a problem with the story. It is well-written and flows well. So, I do recommend this book so that you can understand the last one! Redemption: Story of L Book 3 by L.A. Cloutier This is the last book in the Story of L. We start with L being devastated because Trey has betrayed her. She has been staying with Clay while Trey is away on business. Then, she finds out that Trey has stolen her identity and has her involved in his embezzlement of the company he works for. So, L feels lost. She thinks that she no longer wants to be a slave and wants to be released from her contract. But, Clay has feelings for her and wants to keep her. Everything does work out, but I was a little surprised at the ending. This was an excellent series!
Marybeth on 03/17/2014 02:35pm
Story of L: an Odyssey Book 1 by L.A. Cloutier I wasn۪t going to buy these books. It didn۪t sound like anything that I would like. I like BDSM, but the thought of being a slave was a little too much for me. But, I finally broke down and bought them and was pleasantly surprised. Yes, it is consensual non-consensual. What that means is that L consents to whatever the trainers would like to do to her. Once she said yes, she lost all her rights. Still, that was a hard concept for me. But, I persevered and it was a really good book. This book covers the time it takes for her to be trained, there is some reminiscing about how L and Trey met. There are lots of spankings and punishments and I always enjoy reading about that.. I really do recommend this book. Enlightenment: Story of L Book 2 by L.A. Cloutier This story is a little different from the first. We see how L is treated by Trey. Mostly as a possession. While she was in training, he gave notice for her at her job, he emptied out her apartment and put what HE thought she didn۪t need in storage, he cancelled her credit cards, he got rid of her cell phone. He wanted her dependent on him. L isn۪t happy about it, but she accepts it. Trey and Clay have also come up with a way for both of them to have her. L lives with Trey, but sends her to Clay when she needs to be punished. And the punishments are impressive! I had a harder time with this story because L is a possession. Not my cup of tea. But, that is a personal problem, not a problem with the story. It is well-written and flows well. So, I do recommend this book so that you can understand the last one! Redemption: Story of L Book 3 by L.A. Cloutier This is the last book in the Story of L. We start with L being devastated because Trey has betrayed her. She has been staying with Clay while Trey is away on business. Then, she finds out that Trey has stolen her identity and has her involved in his embezzlement of the company he works for. So, L feels lost. She thinks that she no longer wants to be a slave and wants to be released from her contract. But, Clay has feelings for her and wants to keep her. Everything does work out, but I was a little surprised at the ending. This was an excellent series!
chloe on 02/05/2014 03:47pm
LA Cloutier's The Story of L: an woman's BDSM journey sure to make you squirm and tingle. Darkly intense, sexy and at times romantic but there are some scenes that are not for the faint of heart. BDSM goggle this one up right away. It features Masters both good and bad, and a real villain who I wanted L to get the chance to dominate, just once.... The adventurous heroine is looking for a man worthy of her submission and thankfully there is a HEA, but I won't spoil it for you. The L Trilogy has it all and some parts will have your pulse racing and leave you gasping fo breath and begging for more. .
chloe on 02/05/2014 03:47pm
LA Cloutier's The Story of L: an woman's BDSM journey sure to make you squirm and tingle. Darkly intense, sexy and at times romantic but there are some scenes that are not for the faint of heart. BDSM goggle this one up right away. It features Masters both good and bad, and a real villain who I wanted L to get the chance to dominate, just once.... The adventurous heroine is looking for a man worthy of her submission and thankfully there is a HEA, but I won't spoil it for you. The L Trilogy has it all and some parts will have your pulse racing and leave you gasping fo breath and begging for more. .

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