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Every little girl dreams of Wonderland; the fluffy white bunny, the grinning Cheshire Cat and the playful tea parties…
Chastity Lyster is numb. She can’t feel anything; no pleasure, no pain, and especially not love. She’s tried everything she can think of to fix it… shrinks, service Doms, talking to her best friend Lara–but nothing has worked. While she understands the reasons behind her complete disassociation, she has no idea how to stop it.
When Lara suggests that she asks her friend since childhood, Dr. Zachary Rebianco, for help, Chastity is sceptical but figures she has nothing to lose. She knows he’s a qualified psychiatrist and a service Dom himself, but what she doesn’t anticipate are his dark good looks, adorable sense of humor and, most intriguing of all, his ability to shine a light into parts of her she was always too afraid to explore by herself.
With the help of her favourite childhood story, Alice in Wonderland; an antique leather Border belt; and a fluffy white rabbit, Zac takes Chastity through the Looking Glass into a new world; one of Daddy Doms and babygirls, one where she can be herself and act out… so long as she’s willing to accept the consequences on her bottom. Here, in her own private Wonderland, she at last is able to feel: desire, pleasure, pain, safety, happiness and, eventually, love.
This story contains anal scenes as well as loving ageplay and spanking. If you are offended by such material, please do not purchase this book.
“He had a tow truck drive my car here and then babysat us all night. He is not a happy camper.”
“Fuck. He is going to kill me.”
“I don’t know about killing, but he certainly made some comments about the amount of trouble you’re in. He won’t use that belt, will he?” She gestured to the Border belt that was slung on the quilt rack before handing the older woman a mug.
“He has never strapped me before, but then, he might be a little fed up with me. I used to be pretty good at talking him out of things, but I have a feeling that he won’t be listening this time. What else happened?”