The Man Whisperer Institute is located in a Medical Arts Building down on Harlow Street. Their Program is simple: Break Your Husband in Thirty Days. Bailey and her husband Bob used to "play" dominance and submission games in college; on the cusp of thirty, they've long given that up. Time to be grownups, after all. But Bob has been pestering Bailey for some time, for what he thinks he wants. Finally, she gives in. In short order, Bob is chastised, regressed, and cuckolded: "A Bad Little Boy," obsessed with and entranced by his "Strict Mommy" and her parade of boyfriends. Now, Bailey's sister Lily "wants one too." With help from Bailey, and The Institute - and a humiliating assist from Bob - Lily's husband Rico is quickly broken as well. Does that mean everyone has what they want? Life is rarely that stable. And love, however tangled and kinked a relationship may be? That's just always and inevitably?complicated.
She is being poisoned. Not to death, but slowly into submission... There's the waxy taste again, numbing her lips and tongue; then a hollowness rides low down. Her nipples ache. Her vagina is open territory. She's overwhelmed by the desire to do something evil, and ready to be consumed. The young journalist from Miami arrives on an island, chasing the story of her career. But the decrepit plantation house holds more secrets than she bargained for: The house boy in the linen closet, a sexual encounter with the au pair, a 'brain-dead' fieldworker she uses indiscriminately for her personal pleasure, as well the chauffeur and the local village boys, all falling prey to her lusty advances. Though appalled by her behavior, she stands on the brink, ready to spiral down into sexual deviancy. She yearns for the opportunity to slide languidly into the arms of anyone, man or woman; anyone who cares to take an interest in what she has to offer. And her offerings are considerable. But when a ghostly apparition descends from the ceiling of her ancient bedroom, there to feast on her open thighs, she wonders if she's gone mad.
