Mother was knitting. Anna mended socks. It was a typical Sunday afternoon. Or was it? With John Benson, nothing is ever typical or predictable or mundane. Enter the Slut-Peddlers armed with shackles and scissors to cut through the fabric of aMoreMother was knitting. Anna mended socks. It was a typical Sunday afternoon. Or was it? With John Benson, nothing is ever typical or predictable or mundane. Enter the Slut-Peddlers armed with shackles and scissors to cut through the fabric of a respectable-length gown to make an indecently short gown suitable only for a slave to wear.
And what happens to slaves in the world of John Benson? They are slutted and spanked, and often experience a fear of being punished which somehow changes into an overwhelming desire to be punished, and be welded into a helpless horny sluttiness. Here, bad girls twirl, so cute in their short, short pleated skirts. Bad girls squirm and pout while mean men merely smile in a world where one might encounter a Bignasty - a world where magic is no protection against womans ancient power.