Two Weeks to Submission is book two in Bette Jene Adams’ Naughty Girl series. With a bit a sleuthing, I’ve learned that the first book in the series, The Training of Master’s Girl, primarily chronicles the initiation and training of a female submissive by Master Jonathon. In it, somehow the never-named (other than naughty girl) woman came into Jonathon’s care by way of a Catholic orphanage or adoption agency when she was in her late teens.
Despite her alluring innocence and beauty, he managed to control his prurient inclinations until her 18th birthday… mostly; apparently they engaged in an unspecified amount of canoodling before she shed her jail bait status. Once she was of age, with the help of some other masters Jonathon set about molding his naughty girl into a sex object extraordinaire, a pleasure slave with insatiable appetites for providing and receiving pleasure and deriving pleasure from pain.
The beginning of Two Weeks to Submission is a little vague about what transpired in the previous book and why in this book Master Jonathon decided to basically rent his naughty girl out to a society of doms — located on a private island off the coast of Africa — with an elaborate facility for training and using comely submissive women. With very little set up, the pleasure/pain protege’s adventure begins in earnest and quite literally never let’s up until just before the book’s end.
Perhaps to make up for the minimal plot elements, the author has written this book such that it consists of almost nonstop sexual and corporal punishment scenarios. And if the sheer volume of these events were not enough, they are all extremely intense. Even though the erotic descriptions are remarkably well written, their impact is muted considerably by the unrelenting parade of them. Indeed, what could and should be arousing to readers with an affinity for extreme BDSM erotica instead becomes a mind numbing ordeal that requires frequent breaks to get through.
It almost seems as if there are two authors of this book. One is able to write fluidly and imaginatively about sexual pleasure/pain experiences ad nauseam, while the other struggles to produce engaging exposition when the story shifts from incessant BDSM activities to a brief episode in which the naughty girl is kidnapped by a cruel and crazed master. Previously the reader has been subjected to a veritable BDSM marathon, but then the story wraps up with dispatch, the evil malefactor gets his comeuppance, and the naughty girl is returned to her master considerably worse for wear. Next, like in an old potboiler, the author announces that Mary Margaret (her given name finally revealed by Master Jonathon, but no known surname) will continue her adventure in book three.
Sigh! Someone should introduce Ms. Adams to an editor. Perhaps then the two writers in her could produce a more accessible and polished BDSM erotic tale. This one is uneven at best.Powered by Sidelines