Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 107: Don’t wash!

Lynette had decided to join us, though she’d missed Raylene’s first two strokes. I looked down at Dorabella, still filming the development of the second cane stripe. I said, “The irresistible pulling power of your sister’s arse.” 

She tilted her head in acknowledgement, still focussed on filming Raylene’s stripes. “It must be magic.”

“Yours’d have the same effect.”

Dorabella shook her head. “My little sister. She’s braver than me.”

kneelI figured that was enough affirmation for Raylene, so I bent down and kissed Dorabella’s forehead, then nose, then, when she lifted her head, her mouth. We kissed, softly, a standing clothed man and a kneeling, near-naked woman. I’d been there before. The cellphone in her hand filmed the carpet. But I straightened up. “Hang on, you two. Don’t go away. Raylene, don’t get up and don’t you dare say a word.”  

And I went out to the corridor to greet Lynette. I could have just let her let herself into the room, but I wanted to get an idea of her mood before I resumed Raylene’s caning. Anyway, it might be Raylene’s bedroom, but she wasn’t allowed to move. Or speak.

So I must be the host.

Lynette had reached the landing. Like Dorabella, she looked first at my face, and then dropped her attention to the front of my jeans. There wasn’t much I could do about that: erections can be blatant, and anyway I still had the cane in my hand. Lynette looked up again, quickly enough. Dorabella had thought the state of my cock was hilarious. Lynette, it seemed, was more ambivalent.

She’d changed into one of Dorabella and Raylene’s mother’s skirts, with a swirling maroon and purple pattern. It was a mini-skirt when the mom wore it, but Lynette was a waif, a gamin. It came down to her knees. And she wore a black blouse, from the same source, which had probably also provided her glowing goth lippy. 

unsilliedShe hadn’t been able to shower, but she’d changed her clothes and made herself up. She wanted to look her best. That said encouraging things about her attitude to the frankly weird stuff we were up to in Raylene’s bedroom.

But what occurred to me just then was the question of whether Lynette was wearing yesterday’s knickers, or none. I didn’t really care which, but I did care about whether I’d get a chance to find out. I still didn’t think much of my chances. But I said, “Hey! That skirt really suits you! You look great!”

“And you look, uh, happy.” I laughed at that, mostly from relief. It was almost as demure as the outfit she was wearing, but it was an erection joke. I revised my chances slightly upwards. Still under under 50 per cent, though. When I laughed Lynette stopped walking towards me. She was waiting, or considering. Still, she was smiling, with big red lips and lots of kohl about her eyes. She looked like Homeless Cleopatra. So since she wasn’t walking towards me, I walked towards her.

Don’t be a fucking idiot, I told myself. Don’t try to kiss her. And if you tell her she smells good – which I was thinking – she’ll think you’re making some sort of non-washed cunt reference. That makes you a sleaze-bag. So don’t tell her she smells good.

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 106: The third girl

Raylene lowered her body so her breasts and belly rested on wood that, even through her t-shirt, must feel cold and hard. She straightened her legs again so her arse arched and offered itself. I nodded. She didn’t see that, so I said, “I know it hurts, Raylene, but you’ll get through it. Just twelve more with this cane, then we’ll give you a short break. Ok?”

caned speakRaylene had to take several ragged breaths before she could answer.

“Yes, master. Um. Do I say, ‘One, thank you, master?'” 

I’d spanked her in Lynette’s room when she’d asked a question instead of waiting for me to tell her what to do. But I didn’t want to add to her punishment just then.

Not when she was so obviously trying to be helpful, and good.

So I put my hand on her arse above that first red stripe, and squeezed lightly so she knew it was affectionate. “No, love. I want you to concentrate on what you feel. Counting distracts you. It makes it easier.” This isn’t really true, by the way, though having to count can stop a submissive from floating into subspace. I just didn’t want to have to give her extra strokes when she got the count wrong, as she inevitably would. “And I don’t want you to have it easy, girl. So just do what you’re told. Leave the rest to me.” 

That must have reminded her, too, of the spanking she’d had in front of Lynette. “Course. I’m sorry, master.” That sounded sincere. She was.

“It’s ok, love. You’re being good. I’m proud of you.”

Raylene paused, thinking about that: this was praise for being properly submissive while getting the cane. Not many people got that kind of praise, and now she was one of them. “Thank you, master.”

Dorabella crept a little closer, presumably to get a closer picture of the first stripe, now slightly raised, and my hand. The end of the cane she held between her thighs poked the back of her robe from her body, leaving the tops of her thighs and her hips uncovered.

“You’ll need to come back beside me, Dorabella.” She dropped to her knees, and crawled backwards, trying to keep the phone level and steady. I touched the top of her head, and then put my fingers to her mouth as a caress and so she could kiss them if she wanted. She did. Then she looked up at me. She was happy, bright-eyed, though I suspected she had some message she was trying to signal to me, that I couldn’t read.  

flinchI raised the cane and drew it back. Dorabella swung the phone to capture that. I tried to look serious for the camera. Then I struck, and Dorabella swivelled.

She missed the instant of impact, but filmed Raylene’s reactions, her muscles straining as she held herself nearly still. The second stripe rose and colored, more or less horizontal with the first but three centimetres higher.

Raylene tensed then relaxed, her upper body flat to the desk. “Fffffff….” 

She arched her ass up for the next. I said, “That’s good. You’re being very brave.” 

Raylene wasn’t ready to speak. Her knuckles were white. She gripped the front desk legs for dear life. “Ahhhh…” 

I raised the cane again. 

But there was bustle on the stairs. “Hold it! Sorry I’m late! Sorry! Can you … wait a sec?” 

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 104: Three hearts, and two sisters’ asses, beat as one

Raylene made a little noise: “nn”, nasal, falling in two notes. I took it that she was disappointed that Lynette hadn’t turned up, not fearful because she was about to be caned. But she dropped her hips, seeking firmer contact with my fingers in her cunt and my palm under her. She was taking consolation of a kind, and demanding that there be more consolation to come. 

How I imagined Raylene and Lynette. The state of Lynette's ass was wishful thinking on my part. So was my possible presence, which depended on Lynette's attitude. So that's Schroedinger's Penis at lower right: it may or may not actually be there.

How I imagined Raylene and Lynette. The state of Lynette’s ass was wishful thinking on my part. So was my possible presence, which depended on Lynette’s attitude. So that’s Schroedinger’s Penis at lower right: it may or may not actually be there.

But consolation should come later. I took my fingers out of her and smacked her bottom wetly. I said, “We’ll still try.” Meaning we’d try to get Lynette into the same bed as Raylene. Even, I thought nobly,  if I wasn’t in that bed too. Maybe that was too noble. I wiped my fingers dry on her t-shirt, so she could feel me being ungallant

In the meantime, she was going to feel what the cane was like, which she seemed to be looking forward to. And there was me, urgently needing to fuck her as soon as Dorabella had left us. I knew that was consolation too. I trusted her need and want for me, even if a day and a night with Lynette and me might be better still. 

Anyway, it was time. Hardship leads to the stars, Raylene’s old school used to tell her. In Latin, so they must’ve meant it. Still, the hardship had to come first. “Get that ass up, girl. And keep it there.”

Raylene complied, still spectacularly, the backs of her thighs stretched and straight. “Yes, master.” Her voice was cheerful again. 

“And keep still. You don’t get up till I tell you you can. That’s an order. And what happens if you disobey an order?”

“Fif. Fucking hell, Jaime. Master! Fifty-two strokes. So…” 

“That’s right. So you’ll stay in position.”

For some reason Raylene seemed to relax. This wasn’t familiar ground yet, but at least there was certainty. I raised the cane. Dorabella stepped back, stumbling on one of Raylene’s shoes. “Come round to my left side, Dorabella. I don’t want to catch you with the cane. Accidentally.”

My brain on vasopressin. (A male arousal hormone. Noted for its brain-fuck capacity.)

My brain on vasopressin. (Vasopressin is a key male arousal hormone, noted for its capacity to reduce blood flow to the brain. My brain, anyway.)

I hadn’t put any stress on  accidentally, but Dorabella blushed again. She crossed behind me and stood close on my left side, almost touching. I breathed out, shakily. I’d imagined, for less than a second, the other threesome. Dorabella naked and splayed beside Raylene, the two girls well-striped across their asses and upper thighs, holding hands and waiting for my cock. That vision had seemed immensely real, vibrantly coloured, and powerful.

I shook my head. 

 

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 103: A male dom, the straight girl and the bi girl: No more waiting

Raylene had just just been told her caning would double if she disobeyed me again. I’d liked her reaction, so I tried to extend it. Stretch it out like a Jaime Mortimer story. “So you’re going to start doing as you’re told, Raylene?”

“Yes, master. And … thank you. For letting me off with just a warning.”

Raylene was in what had already become her element. Sex is best complicated, but happiness is best simple. She was happy.

I thought I might be able to spread some of that happiness around. I took the other, heavier cane, and passed it to Dorabella. “Hold that, please, in the meantime, Dorabella. And pass it to me when I ask.”

That's the cane grip of someone who expects to use it.

That’s how someone who expects to use the cane might hold it

Dorabella took the cane, holding ot at the thickest end. She swished it in the air, impressed at the sound it made. I said, “No, Dorabella. You hold it in the middle.”

She changed her grip. Then she understood why I’d told her to, and her face flamed red. “Yes…” There was hesitation because she’d had to stop herself falling into Raylene’s speech pattern. She wasn’t going to call me master. Or sir. Still, it had been a late catch. She compromised. “Yes ok. I can do that.”

“Thank you.” I patted her bottom lightly, a caress and not a threat, then drew her in close for another kiss. The cane was awkward in her right hand, so she only put her left arm round me. But her body pressed hard against mine, and I grunted with simple animal pleasure when her belly came into contact with my erection.

I mouthed at her, “I want to fuck you. So. Much.” She didn’t react, just watched me as if there had to be more. So I added, aloud, “And I will. Fuck you. Tomorrow.” She nodded: I’d better, if I knew what was good for me. It seemed that Raylene agreed.

I wondered what had happened to Dorabella’s erratic boyfriend. He must have annoyed her enough for her to dump him, or else he’d left her. Either way, the man was a moron. But his departure was one reason why she was back wanting me. Also, she’d had more time to think about the bdsm, and not be shocked by it any more. That, along with Raylene’s obvious enjoyment, was apparently intriguing. And it’d released the competitive thing she and Raylene had going.

But now Dorabella was holding it like someone who expects to have to hand the cane over to have it used on her. Or, maybe, her sister

But now Dorabella was holding it like someone who expects to have to hand the cane over soon enough, to have it used on her. On her sister, in this case. But holding it like that still set off a chain of ideas

I put both hands on her ass, so she could feel the slender cane in my hand touching her, pressing against her right flank and down the back of her leg. We held each other firmly. Dorabella stepped even closer, placing her feet outside mine. She wasn’t as mischievous and manipulative as Raylene, not quite, but the two of them did have equally perfect asses.

But this was as sexual as Dorabella and I could be for now, because today was Raylene’s. Though Raylene would have been perfectly happy with Dorabella as our bed guest, and even happier if we managed to bring Lynette in. With Lynette she’d be fucked by two people at once, which wouldn’t happen with Dorabella.

Me, I’d committed to doing what I could to assist Raylene’s Lynette project. But I’d prefer to have Raylene to myself for a day first.

Anyway, it seemed a shame that Lynette didn’t seem to be coming. I’d thought that Raylene had done a formidable job of enticing her this morning, and that she and I had made some progress away from loathing and towards sexual interest. Raylene had been sure that watching her ass dancing while I caned her would have brought Lynette into our bed as soon as possible. I’d have insisted that it not be before tomorrow morning. Lynette would have set her alarm clock.

On the other hand, time had passed and Lynette wasn’t here. I applied a final luxurious squeeze to Dorabella’s ass and let her go, the robe sliding back to cover her.

before cane cunt strokeI took a step forward and touched Raylene’s hip with the cane, then slid it over her skin until it pressed across her buttocks. I tapped the target a little harder, just above the crease of her buttocks and thighs, and Raylene’s left hand, the one I could see, tightened its grip on the table-leg.

I stroked her, my fingers entering her cunt for the first time in a while, to remind her how much she needed to be fucked. She kept her head down, but her ass dropped to meet my hand. She whimpered with pure desire and need. 

“Sorry, Raylene love, we’re a guest short. Pity. But we’ll begin now anyway.”

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 102: A male dom, a straight girl and a bi girl stop waiting for Lynette

Raylene had turned her head to see what all that silence behind her was about. It probably seemed unfair that I was rubbing Dorabella’s ass and not hers. She was the star this morning, after all. I took a step forward and rubbed, squeezed, fondled and stroked Raylene as well, left-handed, while still keeping my right hand on Dorabella. A sister’s ass in each hand. That was interesting, tactilely and socially.

Raylene laughed. “Your face! You’re in heaven, aren’t you?”

head downI grinned back at her. She was right, of course. But I made my voice sound angry. “Raylene, did I tell you to look down at the floor?”

“Yes, master.”

“And..?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, master.” She bent her neck, and her face dropped out of sight.

I smacked her bottom, still not very hard, and picked up the lighter cane again, tapping her ass with it. “Do you think you should get extra strokes?”

There was a moment’s silence. Followed by another moment. With no sound. Eventually, Raylene said, subdued, “Yes, I’m sure I should.”

She didn’t say “master” that one time. But she did like the word. I wondered where it had come from. I was sure she’d never had a master before, or even played much beyond getting an unenthusiastic spanking from some boy who wasn’t into it. Maybe it was something she’d read. But I couldn’t think what it would be. The Master and Marguerita? Hardly. I’d have to ask her. In the meantime, I’d been drafted into the role. And, looking at Raylene, it was impossible to regret this.

cane begin“You’re right, girl. That’s two extras. You’re getting thirteen with the light cane, and thirteen with the heavier cane.”

Dorabella moved, a little shocked by those numbers. But she didn’t move away from me. I still held her ass, and I didn’t let her go: just squeezed reassuringly. Raylene said, “Yes, sir. Sorry! I mean, yes master.”

“And that’s not a punishment, Raylene. That’s just a warning. Disobey me again, and I’ll double it. Twenty-six strokes with each cane.”

Raylene, head down, said, “Ahhh, yii! I’ll be good! Seriously good.”

And Dorabella said, “Oh.” Numbers again. I patted her ass lightly. Unthreateningly. But otherwise I ignored her, for now.

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 101: A male dom, a straight girl and a bi girl wait for Lynette 2

Dorabella dropped her eyes from eyes from Raylene’s cunt when she saw I was looking at her. She told me, “She’s very turned on.” As though she’d been making scientific observations.

bellie smackedI stepped beside her, and pulled her dressing gown up, to hold her left buttock. Round she was, and firm, and her skin cooler than Raylene’s ass, for obvious reasons. I said, “You were ogling.”

She smiled, as if pityingly, and shook her head. So I slapped her bottom, where I’d been holding. Not hard, but not a pat. It was an experiment. My hand settled back on smoothly round skin, and rode the rapids while she rocked her hips, forward and back. She turned to look at me, so I kissed her.

After a while she drew back and opened her mouth. Then she thought better of whatever she’d been going to say, and closed it.

I tried not to look triumphant. She said, “Smug bastard.”

I rubbed her ass to remind her that my hand was still there. She looked worried, then comfortable when it appeared that I wasn’t going to smack her again. After all, having her ass rubbed isn’t such a bad thing.

Still, Dorabella had been enjoying the sight of her sister’s arousal. I didn’t know why Dorabella and Raylene seemed to be so close sexually. In those threesomes they did together, I was sure they both concentrated on the male guest and didn’t do anything with each other, but still…

I can see the attraction from her point of view. But the fact is, neither of those guys would be me.

I can see the attraction from her point of view. But the fact is, neither of those guys would be me.

Dorabella was het; so am I. But no matter how much I wanted to please a woman, I wouldn’t bring another guy into bed with us. I’d be happy for her to enjoy herself with two other guys, but I wouldn’t want to be there myself.

It’s just more intimacy than I’d want to have with any guy. Let alone one of my brothers. The awkwardness would more than cancel out any sexiness.

That’s just me; I’m het to an almost embarrassing extent. But so was Dorabella, so why would she join her sister and me in bed?

I didn’t know, but there were some things I had worked out. I was so sexually popular in that house just then mainly because of Dorabella. The night she’d taken me to her bed she’d had a good time. So had I. I never fully understood why she’d left something so good after just one night.

Though I suspected it was partly because of the domming thing. She’d asked me about it because she knew other women I’d had sex with. Bdsm was part of my sexual reputation, for good or ill. She’d accepted it when I told her about it, and she she didn’t think it was wrong or anything. But it wasn’t for her. A bit later a previous boyfriend who’d changed his mind and wanted to come back turned up, and Dorabella had given him another chance.

When I’d told her I was writing a piece about the boot boys, she’d mentioned Raylene’s time with them, and said she’d ask her if she wanted to talk to me about it. When the two of them talked, Dorabella would have given me a good sexual review. And mentioned bdsm. That had to be why Raylene had steered things into a sexual direction so fast, and given me cues that had led us to this point.

I’d thought I’d been pushing her towards submission but she’d been driving things too. She was quite strongly submissive, and as submissives will, she’d got what she wanted. All I’d had to do was turn up, not be too much of a creep and keep my nerve, and here I was, being addressed as “master”.

It's no bad thing, being a man her friends had warned her about.

It’s no bad thing, being a man her friends had warned her about.

That’s one of the good things about having a reputation as a kinky man. It has its downsides, but the caution, “look out! he might want to push you round, hold you down and smack your helpless little arse” also works as advertising. The female half of my circle of friends all knew that about me, some from direct experience and some from gossip, and being out to that limited extent had never done me any harm.

Raylene had tested and found that I was as advertised. So here she was, doing as she was told, waiting for the cane, in her bedroom. 

While I had my hand on her sister’s ass. 

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 100: A male dom, a bi girl and a straight girl wait for Lynette

raylene over desk 2Dorabella looked around. Raylene had invited her to sit, but the only chair was near the window, where the desk had been. I picked it up and carried it, placing it beside the bed. Whosoever sat in that most special chair would have a perfect side view of Raylene’s caning, capturing the impact off the cane on her ass, her facial expressions, and her belly and left breast crushed into the tabletop.

The view would be even better when Raylene raised her upper body, as I intended she’d do after each fourth, harder, stroke. It would be the best seat in the house,

Dorabella smiled at me gratefully, and took a step towards to the chair. “No,” I said. “You stand.”

“Oh?” Dorabella was puzzled.

“The seat’s for Lynette, if she comes. You, on the other hand, stand.”

Dorabella’s mouth dropped open. That seemed to be information about the sexual pecking order in this room, and it caught her by surprise. She touched her upper lip with her tongue, raising her brows and stared at me. It was an appeal: could I mean it? I smiled at her. “You can be beside me.” That sounded like another privileged position, and Dorabella smiled back and joined me.

raylene strokedI put my hand on Raylene’s ass and squeezed. “Just a few moments more, I think.” Raylene turned her head at the touch, and smiled. But there was strain there, in her eyes. She was getting nervous. In the meantime that would be sexy for her, if I read her right, but I shouldn’t keep her waiting too much longer. I let my thumb stray between her buttocks to rub her cunt, without entering.

Her face relaxed a little. “Look at the floor, love,” I told her. “Good girl.”

I pressed a little harder against her cunt and she hissed in air. Then breathed out, long and slow, while I moved the side of my hand down, and then up, pressed hard against most soft, moist and puffy skin, still without entering. But that was my farewell. I stepped back.

Dorabella, beside me, had watched this interaction intently, but she still gazed at Raylene’s ass. I didn’t understand that part of what was happening. Dorabella wasn’t into girls, she’d often said, and I believed her. Anyway, your own half-sister would be a … controversial choice for a lust object. But something about this titillated her. More than titillated. I didn’t understand that part. 

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 92: Raylene’s back and Lynette’s coming 3

Lynette and I looked at each other. I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I had no idea what to say to her. She seemed to have the same problem with me. I wasn’t even sure what my intentions were. I’d wanted her to witness Raylene get the cane because Raylene would find it deliciously humiliating.

Now I’d seen that Lynette fancied Raylene, it was a little more complicated. She’d been in the middle of a seduction that would probably have worked, if her timing hadn’t been so terrible. I didn’t mind, not because I don’t take sexual competition from women seriously, but because I knew that Raylene and I were both very interested in and excited by each other.

Anyway, once I’d thought about it properly I’d realised that I was giving Raylene too little credit. She’d been up to mischief when she sprawled out on Lynette’s bed with her arse on display, that display featuring irresistible cuteness, also blushes and bruises. She was making sure Lynette was sexually interested in what Raylene and I were up to.

cold creamThere was no way Lynette could have avoided doing something helpful like smearing on the cold cream and rubbing it in. Slowly and gently. At least at first.

Which raised a question about the extent to which Raylene had been playing me, all the time I was thinking that it was me taking the initiative. I shook my head. This was no time to get distracted. Lynette saw that and scowled, assuming that I’d had a negative thought about her. So I said something that was true, and probably helpful.

“This is kind of awkward, but it doesn’t have to be.” She said nothing.

I shrugged apologetically. “Anyway, I’m certain it’ll get easier. But what I really wanted to say is that Raylene really wants to be caned this morning. Yeah, I know you know that. But, you know, the official reason, in inverted commas, is that she was rude to you last night. And you should know that that’s just nonsense. It’s just an excuse, because it seems hotter if there’s a reason. But you’re not, in any sense, responsible for Raylene being about to get a hot arse. Well, hotter.”

caned tableLynette still looked at me without speaking, but her stance had relaxed a little. I plunged on. “I mean, if you come up and watch, which she really would like, then she’ll say sorry to you, and so on. But if it hadn’t been her being rude to you last night, it would have been something else. Still this morning. Still the same number of strokes. So you did no harm, not to anyone.”

“Hmmm.” I hadn’t gotten her past dubious yet. Raylene’s approach had probably been better. But she might not like my arse as much. 

So I said, “The real reason, truth to tell, is that she’ll love it, and she’s got a cute arse. Ahm, as I guess you noticed.”

There was a second of silence and stillness. Then Lynette’s eyes opened wide and she blushed. The blush transformed her face. Suddenly I liked her a lot more. She said, “Ah, I -“

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Lynette considers Jack

standing spanked 2This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site.

 

In this episode, Jack and Lynette flex foils, and find their enmity starting to dissolve under the solvent of lust.

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

 

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I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon.

 

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Raylene’s back and Lynette is coming

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site.

coldcreamIn this episode Jack finds Charmie and Lynette on Lynette’s bed. Charmie lay stretched out on her front, with her t-shirt pushed up to her armpits, while Lynette rubbed cold cream into her cute and spectacularly red bottom. Lynette probably thought she was seducing Charmie.

Jack is pleased with Charmie for drawing Lynette into the situation, but he shocks Lynette further by spanking Charmie on front of her, and sending her away to wait for her caning, upstairs. Jack and Lynette regard each other, warily.

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

 

Get your copy!

I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon.