The Whip Master #WIPitUp Wednesday

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We’re finally back on the Wip It Up bandwagon and perfect timing too. This week I am finishing edits and hopefully handing in The Whip Master which will be the first book in the Fifty Maids of Graye series.
The Whip Master
The time of the annual Festival had arrived and Graye Manor bustled with a frenzy of activity.  Its rolling, manicured grounds echoed with the sharp sounds of a whip striking human flesh and a shrill cry filled with both pain and pleasure followed, bringing excited smiles and eager anticipation to the faces and hearts of the listeners. The theme this year was Cirque de Sade and, with it, the magnificent display of skills, beauty, and selfless service that would end at the auction block.  Guests would be arriving from all over the globe to be served, and entertained, by the staff of this unique establishment.
The outside world knew nothing about its purpose, or the real history behind the cold stone walls, and Dorian Graye intended it to remain that way.  Things happened in the Manor- things that the real world would never embrace.
Pride, Integrity, Loyalty and Love, the acronym of PILL, was a hard one for many to swallow in the eyes in today’s society. In honor of his mentor’s vision for a rich alternative to the old world ideas of domestic service, Graye Manor was founded. Select applicants, known as Graye’s Maids, were trained in the classic skills of a domestic- with one major difference. Each was drawn to the darker side of service and flourished under the command of a hard palm upon a bare backside or even, in more hardcore cases, the slash of a whip.
Dorian Graye was a master of the Florentine long tail whip, and had made an art form of throwing the braided snakes to paint a human canvas. Like his namesake, he played hard, but he loved even harder. Under the slightly sadistic exterior was a man whose greatest desire was for each of his beloved maids to find happiness. He allowed nothing to stand in the way and was willing to sacrifice anything to grant them their hearts desire. Even if the journey to that desire meant suffering as the door to previously unspoken taboos were opened and explored.
 
The Whip Master is a story about power, surrender, difficult choices and sacrifice during the decadent Cirque de Sade where anything is possible, and everything is probable.
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Yes, Graye Manor was an entity of fulfillment unto itself and had expanded to proportions that Dorian offered training and placement to forty-nine qualified women whom he affectionately referred to as ‘his little maids’.

Cup of mint tea in hand, Dorian ventured from his private wing and into the quarters to silently observe the excited preparations of the graduates. It had been a difficult journey for most of them, even under the supervision of a kind, but strict and demanding master. Each greeted him with a loving smile and a hug, for he did not demand protocol be practiced when he entered their world. Many dipped before him out of both habit and respect, and several eyes misted at the realization that their time with their beloved Grand Master was coming to a close.

“Fifty?” He beckoned to a short, curvy brunette. “How is your foot feeling?”

“Much better, Mr. Dorian. See? No more swelling.” She happily displayed her ankle to him. He chuckled at the title that only Fifty dared apply to him. He had allowed it because of her special circumstance.

“And your bottom?”

That question always demanded action, no matter where it was asked. The young woman blushed and turned her back to him. She lowered herself to her knees, lifted her dress to her waist to reveal her bare hindquarters, and placed her forehead on the ground. Several faded welts remained from the strapping she had received several days prior after she had taken too many sips of the rarely permitted wine.

He patted the tender flesh and affectionately ran his hand over the smooth mounds. With a sharp smack, he dismissed her and continued down the hall.

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