‘Why don’t you call me by that other name?’ Sarah whispered. ‘I won’t mind if you do.’ When Charles Hunter loses his highly-paid job, his wife Sarah decides to indulge his long-hidden fantasy of living as her slave. To begin with the change feels easy, almost natural, but soon they are enacting the strange rituals of sadomasochism, partners in a devil's-dance of love and pain, cruelty and desire -‘I’m serious, Charles.’‘You can’t be.’‘Oh, but I am,’ she said, folding her arms, and keeping her manner clipped and stern. ‘And just to prove it, I have a request to make of you, a request I expect you to carry out without the slightest complaint.’‘Do you indeed?’ said Charles, trying to laugh away her nonsense, but his laughter had a false ring to it.‘I do,’ said Sarah, holding to her course. ‘I want you to kneel.’‘Kneel?’ he said, unable to hide the panic in his voice.‘Yes, at my feet,’ she said, oddly calm. ‘I think I’d like it if you did that, and I have a feeling you’d like it too.’‘I can’t do that,’ he protested.‘Of course you can,’ she said. ‘Just get down on your knees, it’s not difficult. Anyone could do it.’‘It’s ridiculous,’ he said, wondering why he was even discussing it with her.‘Of course it is,’ she said. ‘That’s what makes it fun. The great Charles Hunter on his knees before his wife. Who could imagine such a thing?'‘Stop it, Sarah,’ he said, fighting his arousal, trying to sound forbidding and manly.‘Why?’‘Because I won’t do it.’‘Actually, you will, Charles, or you’ll be in trouble.’‘Trouble?’ he said as if she’d gone mad.‘Yes,’ said Sarah, holding to her course. ‘Very serious trouble.’‘This isn’t happening,’ he said, feeling dizzy. ‘It can’t be.’‘I’m afraid it is, Charles,’ she said sternly. ‘Get on your knees.’‘I’ve told you, no.’‘Don’t keep me waiting,’ she said, strangely sure of getting her way. ‘You’ll only make me angry.’Charles shook his head in an attempt to clear his brain. Of course he wouldn’t kneel. Sarah truly was being ridiculous. He’d never do such a thing, it was out of the question, but there was something about her manner, the matter-of-fact certainty in her voice, that made his brain swim. And the third button on her blouse had come undone, and he glimpsed the pretty lace of her bra. And somehow her perfume smelled stronger, and the curve of her smile seemed both mocking and infinitely sweet. He told himself to get up from the couch and leave the room before this foolishness got the better of him, and he went to do exactly that, but then, with a roaring in his ears, he found himself sliding to his knees until his eyes were level with the glass of wine she was holding in her lap. When Sarah spoke he heard her voice as if in a dream.‘That’s the way,’ she said, her voice warmly encouraging. ‘You’ll feel better now. You’re where you belong, Charles – at your Mistress’ feet.
Charles and Sarah Hunter are married, have grown children and are well off enough to afford their lifestyle when Charles loses his job as interim CEO to a man he promoted.
With Charles vulnerable, Sarah begins to tease Charles verbally and brings forth a hidden desire to submit to her. Layer by layer, she exposes Charles to his submission as he reveals his excitement in her stories about how she intends to have him submit.
As the story progresses, much of what Sarah takes from her husband is the former confidence of a man who was a leader, someone who could run a company, someone who was not afraid or timid. Her methods are seemingly invisible but, over time, have a dramatic effect on Charles.
The author, in this book, delves deeply into the psychological aspects of reversed roles with Sarah Hunter becoming a leader in her company as the memory of Charles’ boardroom successes fades for him.
I found myself hoping for more severe female dominance, but the story is quite compelling and beautifully told. Highly recommended.
This is such a sexy book merging the fantasy and reality of domination submission and above all the sexual humiliation of Charles by his Mistress Sarah. Can't wait for more and couldn't stop touching myself imagining me as Charlie. Hope he gets a strong caning to go with his other punishments. Thank you Mistress Molly
Well written and emotionally intense! Love the growth of their relationship leading to cuckolding. Love how she enjoys her power and her selfishness as well as his emotional pain.
There are only a few stories that leave me at times breathless with the intensity of the situation. Serving Sara does that. Poor Charles (Charlie) is fighting demons and you can feel the intensity as each chapter builds to the inevitable conclusion.
The only disappointment with this book was the realisation I was on the last page. I wanted more, just craved the furtherance of Charlie’s humiliation. How I wish it was me!
His desire for submission causes him to give her up to his greatest rival, as he let's her completely emasculate him. Completely sabotaging his attempt to recover himself, and refusing to allow him a second attempt.
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Serving Sarah by Molly Sands was published in 2018 with 171 pages. When you enter a rabbit hole you never know how far away the bottom is or the debris which hits you along the way. Molly paints a luscious picture of an FLR (female-led relationship). We start with an average couple in a happy marriage and walk along a twisty path where unexpected events unfold. This marriage turns a corner and becomes a Mistress and slave. It is well written and continues to draw the reader in. If this is your genre it is worth a read. It would be good even if this genre doesn’t work. (It might be too intense for some. No physical violence) 5 stars