The Connoisseur: A Romance of Sexual Capacity

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The submission of a strong woman is worth more to a connoisseur than that of a weak one. The smallest submissive act from a strong women makes his heart leap. The involuntary submission of the weak is empty and unsatisfying. The dominant gentleman longs for strong women. The more equal she is in strength and intellect, the more beautiful the gift of her submission. A gentleman earns his slave.

There are men who aspire to be dominants.

And then there are men like Jack Corwin, whose dominance is as natural as his love of women. In fact, Corwin is so good at bringing out a woman’s inner submission that he’s turned dominance into a career. For a fee, he will train a specially procured young woman into the perfect sex slave.

He’s never had a failure, and plans to end is career on a high note by training an exquisite young woman named Sarah for yet another faceless client.

Jack Corwin has everything under control.

Or does he.

Sarah is different than any other woman Jack Corwin has experienced. Sensual and incredibly intelligent, her desire to submit matches Jack’s desire to dominate. And when the unthinkable happens and he develops feelings for a woman he’s training, there may be more at stake than he ever realized.

If you’ve ever dreamed of being physically and emotionally dominated by a man of unrivaled sexual and mental skill, you just may find yourself falling for Jack Corwin.

Newcomer J.C. Avery’s intelligent writing and mastery of plot also makes this one of the most riveting and sexy reads we’ve ever published.

Contains dubious consent, anal play, menage and so much more….
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Sample Chapter

1. The Game

I keep a brownstone in the city for ? entertaining. I mention it because there’s a game I like to play when I bring a woman there for the first time. Oh, she knows she’s there for sex. Raw, passionate, primal. We’ve talked and flirted enough that my intentions have become abundantly clear. She’s confessed her deepest, most secret fantasies to me. This is not a sudden fling or a one night stand, mind. My seduction has been a slow, careful, and precise dance.

Likely she’s read 50 Shades of Grey, or something like that, so she knows she’s going to be bound.

?Perhaps she knows she’ll be spanked.

If she doesn’t know, she hopes. I’ve done my homework.

But that’s all she knows, of course. She doesn’t know the truth.

Some part of her, at least, thinks she’ll be in control, saying what she likes, saying, too hard, or too soft, or enough for now, please. If she calls me Sir, she thinks it’s a game. Just something to add spice, something to get the juices flowing, as it were.

She is very wrong.

I know more, of course. I know who she really is: a natural submissive, rare as a miracle and more precious than a mountain of red diamond. I know what she needs, even if she’s never been able to admit it, not out loud, not even to herself. Maybe she herself doesn’t know what it is she longs for.

But I know. Oh yes.

She is a woman who doesn’t want to be asked. She wants to be taken.

But I was speaking of my little game.

She comes to my threshold for the first time, trembling a little, wondering if perhaps she’s made a mistake. Does she dare cross? Does she dare not? She turns to say something, probably to make some little joke, or even to offer an excuse and flee. But I meet her gaze. Eyes lock. She has such lovely eyes. The women I choose always do. In certain circles, I’m rather famous for that, if I do say so.

For a long moment, she holds my gaze. And then, trembling, she looks away.? Down, usually, but sometimes back, wondering what surprises I have waiting for her inside. She doesn’t bolt. She knows if she does, she’ll regret it forever. And besides, she doesn’t really have anything to run to.

Like I said, I’ve done my homework.

Our courtship has been long and slow.

At that point, she makes another little joke. Something to break the tension. Or maybe she tries to spark conversation by bringing up something we talked about over dinner or drinks, or some fragment of small talk we began and abandoned. She never brings up any of the things we talked about online, or in our late night conversations, the secret confessions ? the wishes, the hopes, the fondest, forbidden fantasies. No, not that. They are dangerous, the night talks, and right now, she wants safety.

Except that she doesn’t. Not really.

And if I offer it to her, she’ll hate us both.

So I offer her nothing. Especially not a choice. A spell has been cast, you see. It must not be broken. No indeed, never that. Like a spider, I must continue to weave, for a while yet, anyway, until I have her caught well and proper.

By that point, I’ve removed my silk tie. I use a different one with each woman; it seems the least I can do. While the trembling girl, with her lovely, doelike eyes, bites her lower lip nervously, trying to think of something else to say, I take her right hand in mine, and begin to wrap the silk tie around her slender wrist. Then I capture the left, encircle it, and finally I tie them together.

A knot, and she’s mine.

I smile at her then, and use the loose ends of the knot to pull her closer and kiss her. The kiss lasts a long time. There is no taste sweeter than a first kiss, deep and lingering, especially when it is sweetened by a woman’s lust. And her fear. Fear has a taste, you know.

When we break the kiss at last, I push her inside, never letting go of the tie that binds her wrists, pausing only to lock the door behind us. It’s a heavy lock, and the loud click of the tumblers echoes ominously. It’s a nice touch. The girl swallows nervously.

The decor of my open first floor is tasteful of course. Elegant luxury, the best of the best. She has an impression of marble, brass, and dark, polished wood. We don’t linger there.

We pass through my parlor. A winding staircase with a rail of delicately wrought iron leads down.

I release my grip on the girl’s bound wrists and move behind her. Holding her by the hips (shapely?naturally, I insist on that. I appreciate a woman with curves) I guide her to the stairway. Down we go, her hands bound before her, down into the wine cellar. I chose a bottle as we pass through, always red, always fine. I will not abide a poor wine, especially not when it is to accompany an exquisite woman. Both must be selected precisely, paired expertly, and prepared carefully. The bottle I open and affix an aerator to the neck. The woman I disrobe. It’s best to do it here, before we continue into the next room.

When a woman is nude in a gentleman’s home, especially if he is still clad, she has already surrendered.

I’m happiest when I can manage to undress her without untying her wrists. How I love a woman in a strapless gown! That’s not always possible, more’s the pity. Usually, alas, I must hold one wrist, firmly, while I lift or unbutton, and then unsnap. Blouse or dress falls to the floor with only a brief rustling sound, soft as a whisper, and lingerie is pulled swiftly but gracefully away. Cool air washes across suddenly bared skin, raising goose bumps. And then, as her hands rise to cover her suddenly bared breasts, the tie snakes around them again, quickly and surely. She doesn’t even have time to gasp. It doesn’t do to give her even the illusion of freedom again, not even for a moment. The gentleman must retain control, naturally.

Besides, if I’d wanted her to cover her lovely breasts, I wouldn’t have bared them in the first place.

If she’s wearing anything else ? a skirt, panties, stockings ? they, too, drop to the floor. Now she is nude, save for the silk tie that still holds her wrists, tightly bound.

Exactly as I desired. And as she dreamed. Secretly, and for so long.

The game. Yes, I digress.

I try not to touch her too much at this point. A hand on her shoulder, yes. A casual, almost accidental brush against the swell of her breast, where the nipple is already pebbling. She blushes. She looks down; she can’t bring herself to meet my gaze. She trembles again. They always do, and I want to drink her. I am a creature of pure appetite; I long to consume all that she is.

In due time.

And then, with my hands again on the swells of her now nude hips, I guide her across the cellar, to where a door waits. It’s not hidden, not exactly. Still, it’s easy to miss if you don’t know exactly where to look. I carry the old brass key on a chain. I reach around her, keeping one hand firmly on her waist. A turn, and the door swings open. I smile at her then.

“One last chance, my pet. Would you like to turn back?”

I don’t give her a chance to reply, of course. My hand moves to the small of her back, just above the bare rise of her round bottom, and I guide her.

And then, like tourists through a magic wardrobe, we are inside.

Behind her, the doors falls closed with an echoing boom, and I turn the heavy lock. The iron key drops safely into my pocket. Her eyes grow wider as her head turns, slowly.

There is light, of course. What little is electric is indirect and hidden. The rest comes from candles and gas lamps, each lit automatically by hidden devices of my own design as we first descended to the cellar. In the gentle, dancing glow, all is the color of gold, gentle and warm. I love the way warm light accentuates the deep ruby of a good wine, and how the glow enhances the smooth perfection a woman’s bare flesh. One must pause to appreciate the finer things.

She turns slowly, naked, her breasts rising and falling as her breath quickens with her apprehension, her hands still bound with silk in front of her, and I, fully dressed, behind her. Her first impression is of old, polished wood and wine dark leather. Wood paneling, brass rails, cushions of the finest leather.

And then the details come into focus. Whips and floggers on the walls. Paddles of hard wood, worn smooth with time. Chains. Cuffs. Ropes. Cages. Pillars. Platforms.

And she wonders: Will I soon be bent over that, bound and helpless? Will I be chained to that? Or will I be taken to the bed, my wrists chained or tied to the wrought iron headboard, helpless and open?

Yes, my pet. Of course you will.

In good time.

I give her a sip of the wine. Another. As much as she wants. She’ll need it. I kiss her again and taste the wine on her full lips. I fill the glass again. We share it.

I let her walk and explore. I follow, watching the muscles move beneath the toned flesh of her shapely legs and the slopes of her round and ? as yet ? unpunished bottom. I watch her eyes, wide, and her delicate hands, trembling, as she pauses to gaze, to examine, to touch.

And then, soon enough, I guide her.

I have a favorite device; I nearly always begin with it. I lead the nude and quivering girl to a platform padded generously with superb burgundy leather of the most excellent grade. I bend her over the near end. It is raised, keeping her ass high and so inviting for what is to follow. The bench slopes downward, so that her head is slightly lower than her delicious raised bottom. It ends just above her ribcage, so that her breasts hang low, free and available to me. Most of my devises leave the breasts free. I do so love a woman’s breasts, to the hold, to caress, to suckle, to pinch, or yes, even to kiss with the supple fingers of a breast flogger. I have quite the collection of breast whips, you know.

When the girl is bent over the bench, I strap a belt around her waist quickly. Now she is helpless, even before the rest of her bonds follow. Leather cuffs, simple but effective, fix her ankles to the legs of the bench, holding her legs open wide. I untie her wrists then. Time for something sturdier than silk. Last, I wheel into place a wooden stocks, with leather padding on the three holes where I capture her shapely throat and wrists. The dye and the grain of the leather match that of the bench perfectly. One must pay attention to the details. When I’ve lowered the heavy wood of the top piece into place, I snap an antique brass padlock in place to hold it shut. The girls always jump a little, a much as they can in their bonds, when they hear that fateful click. It’s too late, too late to turn back now.

It always was, my pet. It always was.

Thus pilloried, she starts talking again, of course. She makes more of those nervous little jokes. She flirts. She asks questions. Anything, yes, anything to relieve the tension.

I don’t bother to answer. I never do. I want the tension to build, after all.

When she is secure at last, I touch her ? gently, at this point. I feel her body relax as my hands glide over her back, over the pale and smooth hemispheres of her naked bottom, and, as I move forward, under to cup her full and swelling breasts. Ah! The nipples grow harder. I play with them, gently at first. She sighs. She moans. And then, harder. A twist. Just to remind her. She cries out, and then she is silent. Aroused and afraid.

I walk around now, back to where I can see those lovely, lovely eyes. I hold her gaze again. A hint of a smile teases the corner of my lip.

“What are you going to do to?” she asks, or some variation thereof. The question is always the same. I only smile.

She tests her bonds. The chains and cuffs at her feet. The wide leather belt holding her waist. The heavy wood with its great brass lock holding her neck and wrists. They do not give. She is helpless. She is at my mercy. She is just beginning to realize how very helpless she is.

“W ? what are you going to do to me?”

I let the smile blossom.

As I was saying, there is a game I like to play when I have a beautiful woman naked and bound and in my power.

I give her a safe word ? something to say if the play gets too rough, the pain too severe, the sensations too intense. Say the word, and everything stops. Right away, no questions asked.

I give her a safe word, and I make her repeat it. Twice, just to be sure there’s no mistake.

And then I gag the lovely little minx.

18 reviews for The Connoisseur: A Romance of Sexual Capacity

  1. Marybeth

    Jack Corwin is a trainer. He, and his partner Jane, find women who are submissive and don’t really have a family and seduce them into becoming sexual slaves. Now, Jack has scruples. He always gives the submissive a choice on whether she wishes to continue in the lifestyle and if she wishes to be sold to a Master. We start out the story with him training Caroline, or Alice as she will be known from then on. He has trained her and brought her along to gain pleasure from pain and service. Eventually she is sold to her master and Jane has found the next submissive for Jack to train. Except, Jack has feelings for Sarah. He spends a long time training her and he realizes that she has feelings for him as well. We spend a lot of time learning about his training methods for Sarah. I really liked this story. Yes, Alice and Sarah are going to be trained and sold as sex slaves. But, they must agree and there are safeguards in place if they aren’t happy. I do think that the ending is rushed, but it was a good story. There is a HEA, but with a twist. I give this 4 stars.

  2. Marybeth

    Jack Corwin is a trainer. He, and his partner Jane, find women who are submissive and don??t really have a family and seduce them into becoming sexual slaves. Now, Jack has scruples. He always gives the submissive a choice on whether she wishes to continue in the lifestyle and if she wishes to be sold to a Master. We start out the story with him training Caroline, or Alice as she will be known from then on. He has trained her and brought her along to gain pleasure from pain and service. Eventually she is sold to her master and Jane has found the next submissive for Jack to train. Except, Jack has feelings for Sarah. He spends a long time training her and he realizes that she has feelings for him as well. We spend a lot of time learning about his training methods for Sarah. I really liked this story. Yes, Alice and Sarah are going to be trained and sold as sex slaves. But, they must agree and there are safeguards in place if they aren??t happy. I do think that the ending is rushed, but it was a good story. There is a HEA, but with a twist. I give this 4 stars.

  3. Meg

    Jack and Jane are partners – they find unattached women leading lives that are unfulfilling and lonely. When Jane finishes her research to find the perfect Master for each woman, charging huge fees for the opportunity to own such treasures, Jack becomes their trainer. Each woman spends weeks or months under his authority learning how to please, how to service. Lessons in pain and pleasure are constant for they must be proficient in all ways to serve their new Master. But what happens when the trainer discovers he doesn’t wish to let his newest student go? This book contains extremely harsh discipline and sexual lessons. It is not a sweet, loving romance but does an excellent job in detailing what methods are used to allow a woman to let herself go, to embrace what her soul needs to finally find complete fulfillment.

  4. Meg

    Jack and Jane are partners ??? they find unattached women leading lives that are unfulfilling and lonely. When Jane finishes her research to find the perfect Master for each woman, charging huge fees for the opportunity to own such treasures, Jack becomes their trainer. Each woman spends weeks or months under his authority learning how to please, how to service. Lessons in pain and pleasure are constant for they must be proficient in all ways to serve their new Master. But what happens when the trainer discovers he doesn??t wish to let his newest student go? This book contains extremely harsh discipline and sexual lessons. It is not a sweet, loving romance but does an excellent job in detailing what methods are used to allow a woman to let herself go, to embrace what her soul needs to finally find complete fulfillment.

  5. SH

    This book has quite an interesting plot idea. At least the principal players in the business had some ethics, until one of them didn\’t but I did appreciate the ending and all that it entailed, and was happy it was an HEA for all involved.

  6. SH

    This book has quite an interesting plot idea. At least the principal players in the business had some ethics, until one of them didn’t but I did appreciate the ending and all that it entailed, and was happy it was an HEA for all involved.

  7. char1972

    I loved this story, especially the ending. I did not want to put the book down, it was a page Turner from start to finish.

  8. char1972

    I loved this story, especially the ending. I did not want to put the book down, it was a page Turner from start to finish.

  9. Redrabbitt

    This is a twisted tale of Beauty, Sarah and the Beast, Jack Corwin. Jack describes himself as a connoisseur of fine women. For years he has worked with a woman named Jane, she does the leg work of locating women who have no family, no social life, and are just existing, but show submissive tendencies. Jack\’s position is to train them to be sexual slaves for new masters. These masters and slaves are paired using precise algorithms. What happens when one slave knows who her true master is and makes him fully aware before it is too late. Jane finds a new direction in her life, even if she didn\’t realize what it would be. This is a story that is told as one would be telling a story, and not so much one with much conversation between people.

  10. Redrabbitt

    This is a twisted tale of Beauty, Sarah and the Beast, Jack Corwin. Jack describes himself as a connoisseur of fine women. For years he has worked with a woman named Jane, she does the leg work of locating women who have no family, no social life, and are just existing, but show submissive tendencies. Jack’s position is to train them to be sexual slaves for new masters. These masters and slaves are paired using precise algorithms. What happens when one slave knows who her true master is and makes him fully aware before it is too late. Jane finds a new direction in her life, even if she didn’t realize what it would be. This is a story that is told as one would be telling a story, and not so much one with much conversation between people.

  11. Denise (verified owner)

    This is a slave/master book. Slaves sold to other men, or on some occasions women made to bow to their husbands requirements. Something was mentioned in the summary about a strong women is a better challenge. I did not witness a strong woman here.
    There are two women who are portrayed in the book Alice and Beauty. These woman and stalked, they are manipulated into doing what Jack and Jane want them to by having them get fired from their jobs and not finding other employment. Having too many bills to pay and they are about to lose their apartments. So whether the woman want this or not, it\’s almost like they don\’t have a choice, in fact Beauty brings that point up. He tells them they have a safe word and then he gags them. Another reviewer mentioned safe guards for the slaves. I never noticed any safe guards. No one goes back, weeks, months or years later to check on these so called slaves, so how do they know they are safe. They are transported in a crate, chained down, with a plug and dildo in them for the time they are in their transit, for ever long that will be. The one girl Alice we know came out okay, but it was written that way for the story. So many things could be going wrong. It seemed so unbelievable to me that any woman would let someone else do this to them. I basically skimmed through most of the book and finished with reading the ending when he decides he has made enough money on selling women to other men that he doesn\’t need to do this anymore. So not what i thought it would be, as you can tell by my rating. However, if this is your thing, the writing is done very well, which is why i gave it a two not a 1, so you should enjoy it. It is written almost always from the sadistic slave trader\’s point of view, until Alice comes back into play and tells what happened to her after she was shipped out to her new master.

  12. Denise (verified owner)

    This is a slave/master book. Slaves sold to other men, or on some occasions women made to bow to their husbands requirements. Something was mentioned in the summary about a strong women is a better challenge. I did not witness a strong woman here.
    There are two women who are portrayed in the book Alice and Beauty. These woman and stalked, they are manipulated into doing what Jack and Jane want them to by having them get fired from their jobs and not finding other employment. Having too many bills to pay and they are about to lose their apartments. So whether the woman want this or not, it’s almost like they don’t have a choice, in fact Beauty brings that point up. He tells them they have a safe word and then he gags them. Another reviewer mentioned safe guards for the slaves. I never noticed any safe guards. No one goes back, weeks, months or years later to check on these so called slaves, so how do they know they are safe. They are transported in a crate, chained down, with a plug and dildo in them for the time they are in their transit, for ever long that will be. The one girl Alice we know came out okay, but it was written that way for the story. So many things could be going wrong. It seemed so unbelievable to me that any woman would let someone else do this to them. I basically skimmed through most of the book and finished with reading the ending when he decides he has made enough money on selling women to other men that he doesn’t need to do this anymore. So not what i thought it would be, as you can tell by my rating. However, if this is your thing, the writing is done very well, which is why i gave it a two not a 1, so you should enjoy it. It is written almost always from the sadistic slave trader’s point of view, until Alice comes back into play and tells what happened to her after she was shipped out to her new master.

  13. Margaret Corcoran (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. It starts slowly and I did not know if I would finish it but then it hooked me and drew me in. I was sorry when I finished it. I highly recommend this/

  14. Margaret Corcoran (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. It starts slowly and I did not know if I would finish it but then it hooked me and drew me in. I was sorry when I finished it. I highly recommend this/

  15. La Crimson Femme

    Connoisseur embodies what is so attractive about capture sex slave fantasies. In Connoisseur, Jack Corwin is a master trainer. With his partner, Jane, they find women who are better off as sex slaves. The selection process is careful and lengthy. They find women who are submissive to begin with and ones who are easily removed from their current life due to lack of friends, job and family. Really, Jack and Jane are doing these women a favour. Whisking them out of a dull dreary bill paying life into a life of pampered pet is like winning the lottery. What more can these downtrodden women ask for?

    This story started out very slow for me. Not a fan of first person narrative, I needed to push through the first two chapters before my attention is captured. Jack is in the process of training Caroline who will be renamed to Alice. The man who purchases Caroline has a fetish for Alice in Wonderland and places an order for a blonde hair, blue eyed, innocent English girl. This is perverse and twistedly depraved.

    The concept of this story is good and the scenes are erotically enjoyable. It is one where a reader could definitely benefit with a sex toy nearby and handy. The submission Jack teaches his charges is sexy and many a submissive female\’s sexual fantasy. The spanking, flogging, bondage and forced orgasms are all so good. The scenes are well described for a good visual. The plot of the story is also decent and presents a tightly woven ending fitting for a dominant like Jack. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and the ending made me smile with delight. Perhaps author Avery will grace the reader with a follow up on Jack\’s partner, Jane. My hope is that story will be darker, more intense and humiliating. Here\’s hoping there is a lot of F/f domination mixed with Jane\’s story. Perhaps a bit of body modification with piercing, tattoo and branding would be possible. *shameless begging on my part* This sexy slavery fantasy is recommended for kinky readers who enjoy romantic D/s happily ever afters.

  16. La Crimson Femme

    Connoisseur embodies what is so attractive about capture sex slave fantasies. In Connoisseur, Jack Corwin is a master trainer. With his partner, Jane, they find women who are better off as sex slaves. The selection process is careful and lengthy. They find women who are submissive to begin with and ones who are easily removed from their current life due to lack of friends, job and family. Really, Jack and Jane are doing these women a favour. Whisking them out of a dull dreary bill paying life into a life of pampered pet is like winning the lottery. What more can these downtrodden women ask for?

    This story started out very slow for me. Not a fan of first person narrative, I needed to push through the first two chapters before my attention is captured. Jack is in the process of training Caroline who will be renamed to Alice. The man who purchases Caroline has a fetish for Alice in Wonderland and places an order for a blonde hair, blue eyed, innocent English girl. This is perverse and twistedly depraved.

    The concept of this story is good and the scenes are erotically enjoyable. It is one where a reader could definitely benefit with a sex toy nearby and handy. The submission Jack teaches his charges is sexy and many a submissive female’s sexual fantasy. The spanking, flogging, bondage and forced orgasms are all so good. The scenes are well described for a good visual. The plot of the story is also decent and presents a tightly woven ending fitting for a dominant like Jack. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and the ending made me smile with delight. Perhaps author Avery will grace the reader with a follow up on Jack’s partner, Jane. My hope is that story will be darker, more intense and humiliating. Here’s hoping there is a lot of F/f domination mixed with Jane’s story. Perhaps a bit of body modification with piercing, tattoo and branding would be possible. *shameless begging on my part* This sexy slavery fantasy is recommended for kinky readers who enjoy romantic D/s happily ever afters.

  17. ScarlettPhoenix

    Through the entire read, I was waiting for the romance to begin. We are introduced to Jack Corwin, the trainer of women who will eventually be sold/sent to their Masters. During the course of the text, we travel through all of the training methods he uses and, after a while-it gets tedious. The same scenes are played out over and over again. By the time the romance kicked in, I didn\’t much care anymore. A great twist at the end saved this review from being only two stars.

  18. ScarlettPhoenix

    Through the entire read, I was waiting for the romance to begin. We are introduced to Jack Corwin, the trainer of women who will eventually be sold/sent to their Masters. During the course of the text, we travel through all of the training methods he uses and, after a while-it gets tedious. The same scenes are played out over and over again. By the time the romance kicked in, I didn’t much care anymore. A great twist at the end saved this review from being only two stars.

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