The Master of Ironwood

 
The Master of Ironwood. To legions of devoted readers, the very name of Ironwood 
evokes images of the strong and the beautiful, men and women, caught in the 
relentless pursuit of hedonistic pleasures. It is a dream kept alive through 
generations of pretty girls, mothers and daughters, who find themselves captive 
to their masters' desires. Today's Ironwood is a closely-guarded secret, its 
existence known to very few. Carefully kept from public view, it remains a place 
where that eternal tradition lives on -- a hidden garden of earthly delights. 


Excerpt from THE MASTER OF IRONWOOD: 

Once I had lovely Amanda on her knees before me, her face only inches from the 
crotch of my tented pants, I reached around to slip open the top drawer of the 
desk and extract from it, a ribbon of black velvet that I had planted there for 
just this moment. It was perhaps two inches wide, with a small clasp at the 
either end that could be joined to form a loop. From it hung a small sliver disk 
with the name "Amanda" inscribed on it. She would wear the choker during her 
stay at Ironwood: a slender band of black velvet with its shiny disk, the 
profound meaning of which an Ironwood girl would contemplate each time she 
looked in a mirror. 
  
  


  
Master of IW