Sunday, June 4, 2017

Book Spotlight~ Surrender Agreement by DF Krieger

Surrender Agreement--Mistress May I Book 2
D. F. Krieger
(Self Published)
LGBT (Lesbian) BDSM Romance

Whoever said life kicks you when you’re down certainly knew what they were talking about. Homeless? Check. Humiliated? Double check. Hurting? Hell yes. Deserving of the fallout? All I can say is you reap what you sow.

So, what’s left when life leaves you with nothing? 

For me, it started with reuniting with my Master…even if that epitomizes a deal with the devil. That’s exactly what I did too. I lost everything for him, including myself. When even the devil abandoned me, though, what else was I supposed to do except take the one out I’m given. She cautioned me that it means I'll have to give up everything. Can't she understand I've nothing left to lose? The only thing I have to offer is my surrender—and all my scars—to my new Mistress.

**NOTE: The page count does not accurately reflect the final product's page count. This page count reflects the pre-order product only, not the ending, available product releasing June 12th.


Our fingers intertwined as we approached the first viewing room. Already, several bystanders stood at the rope across the front of the room, watching the performance. Butterflies danced in my stomach, nearly forcing me to regret my decision to eat at all. How did I know the sub participating even wanted to be watched?
The scene contained two men. One of them lay across a padded bench, completely naked. His left side faced us, and his arms and ankles were in soft shackles at a comfortable height. The submissive’s eyes were closed, but the loud moans and gasps he rendered made it clear he didn’t experience pain. Well, if he did, he liked it.
The dom held a candle, and trickled wax in patterns I couldn’t discern on his sub. My fingers tightened around my Mistress’ as my skin prickled at the sight. Not in a pleasant way, either. I imagined the stinging heat of the wax as it slithered across my skin like little lava worms. Burning me. Adding to my scars.
“Come on, darlin’. We’ll try the next one,” Mary Anne murmured in my ear as she pulled me away.
“How…how did you know I didn’t like it? I didn’t say anything.”
She stopped us in the middle of the hallway, well away from the group watching and the scene. “You watched them, and I watched you. You should never play poker.”
I chuckled at her assessment. “Never could school my face. It’s caused me a lot of trouble too.”
“I’m glad you can’t. I like full honesty from people.”
We wandered past the next room that sat empty and stopped at one with a throne in the center of the room. Cushions lay scattered on the floor, and thick mauve drapes hung on the walls. The whole set up screamed medieval. I didn’t remember the room looking like this when I used to come here, but chances were they changed the themes out to keep things fresh and interesting. What caught my attention the most was the woman on the throne. Not necessarily her, but the fact a man knelt at her feet.
He wore a collar, and black straps across his chest and thighs. The sub massaged her one of her feet, and his concentration as he worked his long fingers over the dainty appendage appealed to me. I didn’t want him to touch me, but the idea of tending to Mary Anne like that—pleasuring her in ways beyond carnal—sent a shiver of delight through me.

About the Author

When D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. By the time she pens her final book with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of thinking, and captivating characters.
When she’s not writing, she can be found surrounded by rescue cats who call her, “Mom” while she’s cross-stitching, crocheting, painting, or playing video games. Her family loves that she plays video games, though they refuse to play first person shooter games against her anymore because she makes an awesome sniper.
You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put up with her random bouts of laughter—over things she can’t explain—and journal collecting fetish.
Wanna keep an eye on D. F. online? You can find her at her website where she updates what she’s working on and occasionally posts to a blog.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for featuring my book on your site. I truly appreciate it.


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