The gifted Elliot Freund enters the world of femdom literature with a tale of one man's intimidation and submission at the hands of a very strange and even more dominant family. One drunken night of poker and a marker he cannot make good on to a Los Angeles crystal-meth dealer is about to turn a womanizing and divorced man into the most abject of indentured servants. "Take instruction? Hands behind my back? Was the bitch serious?" The unspoken question was superfluous, he knew. How could he not? With every passing moment his situation not only worsened but became more? outrageous. Here he was, a man in his mid-forties, handsome still by any reckoning, standing naked before one of his former wife's friends. The cock she complimented as impressive but "Not up to Rahul's standard" completely visible to her as it remained understandably flaccid. ? It was, he told himself, like a situation from some sicko novel. And he was the poor fuck on the wrong end of it!"
