Troy Francis - Fifty Shades Of Game Volume 1: A Step-By-Step Blueprint for Attracting And Seducing the Sexiest Women in the BDSM & Fetish Scene

50 Shades

Of

Game

A Step-By-Step Blueprint for Attracting
And Seducing the Sexiest Women
in the BDSM & Fetish Scene

The Seven Laws of Seduction: How to Attract Beautiful Women and Enjoy a Supercharged Sex Life

Text Game Mastery: How to Get Her Off Her Smartphone And Into Your Bed

How To Get Hot Girls Into Bed: A Guide For The Modern Casanova

How To Be An Assh*Le That Beautiful Women Love

Still In the Game How Men Over 40 Get Results Dating Beautiful Women

50 Shades

Of

Game

A Step-By-Step Blueprint for Attracting
And Seducing the Sexiest Women
in the BDSM & Fetish Scene

Copyright 2017 Troy Francis

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To all the party people at Torture Garden, Kit Kat Club, Insomnia and on the BDSM circuit worldwide.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

Marquis de Sade

I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his innate strength. And every manI know this very wellas soon as he falls in love becomes weak, pliable, ridiculous. He puts himself into the womans hands, kneels down before her. The only man whom I could love permanently would be he before whom I should have to kneel.

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus In Furs

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Many thanks to: Dr. Yen, David Wood, Larry Tee and all at Torture Garden and Kit Kat Club for the fun and unforgettable nights.

Dominique at Insomnia Berlin, the Berghain staff, Carly, Brigi, Jane and the other girls. Shauna, Rafael, Christoph, Rob L., Pete N., Nigel, Dad, Mum and Trevor, Marc, Paul Janka, Rish, Sam, Nick, The Marquis de Shard, Roosh, Tom Torero, Craig Cassidy, The Path of the Seducer, Gary PUA, Tom (tddaygame), Donovan Sharp, Charles Sledge, BK, Fisherman Alkali, Chocolate Power, Kevin Ibanz, Spaniard, Adrian Olivas, Chad at Writing Nights for his great work editing and formatting this book and to everyone else who has supported me along the way.

PROLOGUE

I

ts dark and the music pounds harder than a whip on the ass of some poor unfortunate victim. Around me are the night people, those who only come out after dark. There they are in their latex and their leather and their burlesque finery.

The lasers flash. In photographic bursts of light, I am treated to close-ups of the faces of my fellow revelers. Beautiful girls are all around me, wearing lingerie in red, black and gold.

There is a girl in angels wings, face a Pierrot, a tear painted on her doleful cheek. Next to her, a muscular guy in a leather thong with a harness around his torso, his stern face red and puffed, out of breath. A group of petite Japanese girls, each prettier than the last, flutter by. The music is building into a storm. This is techno at its hardest, thundering in our ears. And theres the smell, the sweet smell of aftershaves and perfumes intermingled with the softer aroma of the leather, the latex, the lace.

Looking around, its as if I have fallen out of the real world and landed in a weird, dystopian movie, all mixed up and uncertain of its genre. Is it sci-fi? A sex comedy? Is it a historical romance? A war movie? I mean, there are guys dressed up as officers here. Or is it some crazy Mad Max-type film where the real world has been overturned and left in its place is this strange, inexplicable sex planet where people wear the craziest things and do whatever the fuck they want?

Before me is a golden cage. I walk towards it. The lights are dim. I want to get a better look at whats going on. Inside, I see a beautiful petite girlone I saw earlier. Shes Brazilian, I think. Her face has that uniquely Brazilian look that many of the cutest girls Ive met around London share. Her body tooJesus Christ that body! Its petite, yet gloriously proportioned, its wonderful litheness combined with a hip-to-waist ratio that would shame a Victorias Secret model. Her long dark hair showers down her back, glossy and springy. Her back is slender, her perfect little butt peeps out of her tiny ballerinas skirt like an insouciant malcontent.

She has her back pushed up against the side of the cage. In front of her, a tall, jacked, dark-haired guy has his tongue in her mouth. He lunges at her. You cant mistake the violence of true passion.

Down below them, a blonde girl has the brunettes knickers hitched out of the way with her thumb, her tongue working the girls slit and clit, up and down. That tongue is skilled at its work. Its getting everywhere. The brunettes writhing crotch tells you everything you need to know.

I am impressed. This is not the sort of thing you normally see in London. But then I am always impressed when I come to this place. This is Torture Garden, the UKs, no Europes and probably the worlds biggest, boldest and baddest BDSM sex party.

T

orture Garden runs parties in London once a month at different venues around the city. Theyve been going for 25 years now, and every year seems to bring with it new entrants into the scene, new starry-eyed young ingnues keen to be introduced to the sorts of kinky things they read about in Fifty Shades of Grey .