Sexual Freedom in Chains: A Forbidden Tale of Submission and Desire By Any Other Name An Erotic Novel of Suppression and Freedom http://randwrand.wordpress.com/the-books/ Prologue "Forgive him, for he believes that the customs of his tribe are the laws of nature." George Bernard Shaw (1856–1959) Winner of the 1925 Nobel Prize in Literature "Corazoncito, flagelo y soy flagelada. No hay medio más seguro para despertar mis pasiones que una buena azotaina"(108). Donatien Alphonse Francoise de Sade (1740–1814) from Julieta o El vicio ampliamente recompensado [1795] First Spanish Edition, Distrito Federal, Mexico (2006) _________________________________________________ Madrid, Spain Late April The spasms subsided halfway through the heavy Guns N' Roses beat, and the young woman's breathing slowed. Hanging upright, she raised her head but could only hold it up long enough to swallow through a dry mouth and throat. Her head felt so heavy, and the music—so loud—enveloped her in thunder. The base seemed to pound in time to her pulse. Chafing burned at her wrists strapped overhead, the sensation returning like a foggy memory, but her fingers and toes still felt numb. She hung from her wrists, feet barely able to support her weight, shoulders throbbing. ¡Delicioso! A sense of loss clouded the delicious pain. She did not want the coming change, didn´t want to lose what they had together. Cool air chilled the sheen of sweat covering her naked body as the wave of hot pleasure faded. The coolness seemed odd because she recalled that the room had felt warm before. …but everything was about to change
