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Every relationship, every encounter, whether personal or business, involves a power exchange of some sort. Even if it’s your money for their coffee. At 6 am, trust me, the barista has all the power. As you know, a consensual D/s relationship is based on the power exchange between two people. The submissive chooses to give certain rights and responsibilities to the Dominant. WinningCait_HiRes

I would like to think that I knew pretty early on that I needed a dominant man, even if I didn’t know what Dom (with a capital D) meant at the time. I actually wonder if my first Dom even realized that is what he was? Does he realize it now? Regardless, he helped to shape my sexual-self. After leaving my hometown I fell into a relationship which would lead me to writing this post 20+ years later.

He was/is ten years older than me, and at 20 that seemed like a lifetime. A strong, confident creative professional… he was larger than life. I won’t say he had my heart with that first kiss, but the rest of my anatomy was totally engaged. It was a toe-curling, take no prisoners kind of kiss, followed by his first command – to be sure I wanted what he was offering because he wouldn’t be ‘just my friend’.

Oh yeah! I wanted it. I wanted him to tell me what to wear for our dates, for him to take me shopping for panties, dresses and sex toys. He didn’t need to leave a mark on me for me to know I was possessed. Every time I pulled on my panties, I knew who I belonged to; who would keep me safe. Despite his ownership of me, he never held me back. School, career, a life outside of him… knowing that when I come home to him, I am home.

A power exchange is going to look different for everyone, and there is no one way to be in a relationship. My favourite part of writing is exploring the power exchange in various types of relationships. What makes someone want to give up control? To what extent? What makes the Dominant want to take on the responsibility? What does their, the characters, particular relationship look like?

In Winning Cait, she’s been in a total power exchange and has struggled to learn to live without that type of control/support. To give herself to Jackson means giving up some of the hard won control over her own life. It was fascinating to write what that could look like. I am currently writing the story of Cait’s best friend Sophie, and her journey from sub to domme and back again.

Over the last twenty years, the power exchange in my relationship has ebbed and flowed with great regularity, but the fundamental doesn’t change. I know who I belong to.

About Zoë Mullins

The only reason Zoë learned to type in high school was so she could improve her word count. A prolific writer, even in elementary school, she was forever jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance – usually during math class. After years of working in corporate communications, she decided to refocus on the kind of writing she loves – hot, sexy romances with strong, independent heroines.

Winning Cait – Blurb:

After more than a decade, Cait returns home to St. Augustin and the Dom she left behind. A pampered sub, now widowed, Cait has had to adjust to making decisions for herself for the first time in years. With some help from her friends, she’s been able to begin the business she always wanted.

Then Jackson walks into her studio and it’s as if their years apart never happened. As if she hadn’t left him for his best friend. Their intense chemistry is still there, but she’s already balancing running a new business and making ends meet. Does she have room in her life for Jackson, or better yet, is she willing to relinquish her newfound control?

He’s not going to give her a choice. This time he’s determined to earn her submission, and have her back, not only as his sub, but as his wife.

Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

An adult BDSM romance from Ellora’s Cave

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The Dominion of Brothers Series finally brings you the most anticipated couple: Diesel Gentry and Paris Dalqeaute in—

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MM / some MMfM, MMMM, & Mf / Erotic Romance / Drama / Action / BDSM – D/s / Explicit Hot Language

Diesel Gentry knows exactly want he wants. Like his brother, he wants a Unicorn, a life slave to surrender her every desire and need to him— who is, in essence and body, the very same woman his brother, Trenton Leos, already possesses. He also wants Paris Dalqeaute.

He had that powerhouse body in his domineering grip once before, but Diesel purposely let the fallen angel slip through his fingers. Being a Master of Doms within the BDSM lifestyle, Diesel knew he had to set Paris free— thinking and hoping Paris would eventually come back to him, submit to Diesel willingly, and not just because Paris’ job description required him to. After all, Paris had been hired as the director for the fetish and BDSM events down at the island resort Diesel and his brothers owned. Except Paris never did return; while he proved his value to his title, he has also been using his work to hide from Diesel.

It’s been a year now and Diesel’s bed and life have remained empty ever since. It’s time the running stopped.

Finding Paris wasn’t going to be the hard part— breaking down his walls to trust the two of them to commit to a life together was going to be the real challenge.


But even if Diesel succeeds, there is a problem with their future— what’s to come threatens the lives of everyone Diesel loves— and he doesn’t even know it yet.

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Right One 4 Diesel is a part of a series that, until now, has been comprised of largely standalone books. In this next installment to the series, that readability is no longer the case. Right One 4 Diesel is not a standalone read; it is an action-packed novel that does not allow room for re-introduction of its supportive characters who were introduced in Books 1 through 4 of the Dominion of Brothers series. While it is recommended that you read all of the books in the series, Books 1 and Book 4 are needed to be able to follow along with the least chance of encountering “holes” in information or plot.

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“Did you come here to surrender to me?”

There was the question that frightened Paris the most.


He wanted Diesel. He was trembling, he wanted Diesel so exuberantly; had wanted him again and again ever since that night in New York. Only Paris wasn’t sure he could give into Diesel’s demands of submission like that ever again— and be his slave.

Paris could feel that little panic storm lighting up again. He’d not felt it since that time he sat in Dominus Trenton Leos’ office while Patronus ordered him to strip down and surrender his wallet and hotel key over to them. Once again, he could sense it crawling out from whatever deep hiding place he’d managed to stuff it away, like some keepsake in a trinket box long since forgotten.

He glanced down his body, watching as Diesel unzipped his slacks then peeled them open. He could make out a bit of the mischievous grin on Diesel’s face out of the corner of his eye as Diesel peered over Paris’ shoulder and gazed down to soak up the sight of Paris’ body, just as he himself had. All while Diesel’s firm hands carried on with an agenda— pushing all the way down into Paris’ briefs. Followed by fingers that snaked around the hardening flesh of Paris’ cock and began stroking him gently while he felt a much thicker and harder cock press against his backside.

Diesel’s hand moved farther down to cup his scrotum before returning to the erection that was growing fiercely behind the ever tightening fit of his clothes, made tighter by the present demand of Diesel’s hand fisting around his shaft. Another lick on his cheek, a caressing slide of his tongue with a tease of suction— taunting him. “Paris— tell me you want this—”

“Of course, I want you. That’s why I’m here.” Paris panted.

“But do you want to surrender to what I can give you?”

Paris shook his head— not that he didn’t want to submit, but he didn’t know what Diesel was offering to give. He was confused. Diesel had demanded he be his slave. Only, Paris wanted to be far more than that and that was even scarier for him. He’d never wanted to be with anyone, let alone stay with anyone before. But surrender and stay were not the same words.

Sex with Diesel would obliterate the ranks of any previous lover Paris had ever bed with. But it would be all the more painful when it was over. He wasn’t sure he could handle it; not again. It’d been hard enough the first time, not knowing the feelings he had. It had confused him— ruined him.

“What do you want, Paris? Do you want me to stay— do you want to feel my cock deep inside you?” Diesel’s hand pumped on him harder.

Damn, it was too much. Paris gripped his pants and shoved them down to release his cock, giving it over to Diesel’s fist. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped once he was in the full grip of Diesel’s clutches. He dropped his head back on Diesel’s shoulder— fear and walls slipping to the seductive needs of a wanton manwhore— he was folding. How could he possibly escape this man? He couldn’t possibly refuse Diesel his service. Oh, he could surely trybut he did want Diesel inside him, wanted to be fucked like no other had ever fucked him. The first and only time such desires had scared Paris. Terrified him like no other. Yeshe could try, but not a night would pass before he’d find himself following the man around the island, licking at his boots for another chance to take him up on the offer. But dammit, he was the director of this place. How was he supposed to be the man in charge of the resorts special events and kneel at this man’s feet in front of everyone at the same time? The very question burned images in his mind of just how certain Paris was that Diesel had every intention to have him completely nude, exposed, and vulnerable in front of all eyes on the island. Paris knew he would not be spared or denied any of the resort’s tantalizing moments it had to offer, though they would be humiliating for him. Diesel would see to it Paris was delivered to him as a slave and then exploited and nurtured to the fullest satisfaction.


He could not go through with it.



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We Came— We Saw— and then we made it sexy.

And that’s pretty much how the Twins came to write Erotic Romances and Dark Fantasies. Both Talon P.S. and Princess S.O. have been writing together since they were kids, always challenging and competing with each other, and always each other’s biggest supporters.

Writing has always been an affair creating Fictions of Dark Apocalyptic Fantasy and Film Scripts in the Action/Drama and a few Sci-Fi’s. It wasn’t until they began an ancient history tale that the works turned to the Erotic Genre and they’ve been hooked ever since.

After a life time of gathering experiences, and honing their story telling skills, they have finally started putting them to novel size tales. Sadly, Talon passed away in 2012 leaving the books he started with his twin, entrusting her as his ghost writer, making her promise to see them completed before joining him.

So have those book moments ready, as Talon always says—

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Daddies. Littles. Even in the BDSM community, people who identify as part of this subset are on the fringe. Though the BDSM community as a whole is misunderstood and maligned, even within the community, this dynamic leaves many people scratching their heads. I had the occasion to meet many littles through a Facebook group that I joined. My interest piqued, I researched the dynamic. After all, I knew that papi means ‘daddy’ in Spanish, but it’s also slang for a hot guy. Was this pretty much the same thing?

Of course, my writer brain churned this new knowledge. It mixed with characters I’d already created, and I had a Eureka moment. I’d been struggling with Amy and Jordan. I knew they belonged together, but it wasn’t until I researched the Daddy Dom/little (D/l or DD/l) dynamic that I understood what they were hiding from me. Then I followed up on my research by interviewing several people who identify as a DD or lg. (Please note that there are Mommies and little boys, but I haven’t encountered any, so I restricted my writing to focus on male Doms and female subs.) That’s when Re/Defined coalesced for me. Jordan is a Daddy Dom, and he’s on the hunt for his little soul mate. Of course, Amy doesn’t know she’s a little. She’s never heard of the concept.

Let’s take a moment and clear up the most common misconception:

  • The relationship between a Daddy and a little is not the same as between a father and daughter, and there is no age play involved—that’s something else entirely.

In fact, in Re/Defined, Amy is six years older than Jordan. Like any worthwhile dominant, Jordan, as a Daddy Dom, is a responsible alpha male who feels a driving need to take care of his submissive. He’s playful and indulgent, walking that fine line between spoiling and reining in his submissive. In this case, he wants to guide Amy in her journey as she discovers who she really is.

That leads to clarifying another common misconception:

  • Littles are grown women with all the wants, needs, and complications that come with adulthood.

Littles are women who sometimes feel like part of them is still a child. Amy likes to color, watch movies aimed at children, and she likes to wear clothes with flowers on them. She has a childlike spirit and an underlying innocence, and Jordan is very attracted to this aspect of her personality. He enjoys having fun just as much as she does, which shows in the places he chooses to take her on their dates.

Finally, let’s clear up another big misconception:

  • The sex in a D/l relationship is no different from sex in a vanilla or BDSM relationship. The kinks are separate from the D/l dynamic and are specific to the people involved.

Jordan is into bondage and sensory play. The sexual element of their play does not take place when Amy is in “little” headspace. Re/Defined (Doms of the FBI 4) follows a woman as she falls in love and finds out who she really is—while running from a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to get rid of her.

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Blurb: Amy Markevich nurses fantasies about dominant agent Jordan Monaghan, but she knows they’ll never come true. He’s younger, to-die-for handsome, and so very different from her. She settles for friendship and dreaming from afar, even when he agrees to show her the platonic side of submission.

Jordan has always known what he wanted, and as he gets to know Amy, he’s convinced that she’s the complete package. Her sexy curves and passionate nature contrast sharply with her childlike innocence and exuberant joie de vivre. She calls to him—body and soul.

Just as he’s about to reveal that he’s a Daddy Dom and that he suspects Amy harbors an inner “little” and a submissive side, Amy witnesses a gruesome murder, and a terrorist organization puts her on top of their most-wanted list.

As they are forced to run for their lives from this unexpected enemy, Jordan helps Amy to accept her true nature—as a little—and to redefine everything she thought she knew about belonging to him.

Warnings: anal play, mini-golf, bondage, sensory play, suction cups, and laser tag.


Did she want steak or lasagna, or did she want to let Jordan tie her up and do things that belonged to the mysterious Sensory Play category? Amy frowned as she lined up her shot for the sixteenth hole. He was putting no pressure on her at all. After they’d finished their ice cream, he hadn’t brought it up. She felt his touch on her hip, pushing it into alignment to improve her aim. Relaxing, she let him correct her stance. “Thanks.”

“You’re getting better. By the end of the course, you’ll have it down.”

It had occurred to her that she could continue doing it wrong just so he’d keep touching her, but then, she reasoned, he’d eventually give up, and she’d still be doing it wrong. She hit the ball a little too hard, and it sailed past the cup. “Darn.”

“Not bad. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You came close, and that’s an improvement.” He lined up his shot and sank it neatly.

“Would we negotiate everything beforehand? Plan out every detail?”

“No.” He didn’t pretend to not know she’d changed the topic. “If you had any experience, then yes, we could do that. For this, I’d try a few different things so you could decide what you do and don’t like.”

She thought about that as she tapped her ball into the cup. “What if I don’t like it?”

He retrieved their balls. “You’re familiar with the concept of safewords.”

She didn’t have the sense he’d asked a question, more that he wanted her to explain what she knew. “I know the stoplight system. Red halts everything. Yellow pauses the scene for communication, adjustments, and bathroom breaks.” Once she’d come to accept that the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t a form of abuse, her sister had opened up about many of nitty-gritty details. And she’d heard the guys talk about being dominant. They took the safety precaution aspects of it very seriously.

“So you’ll have safewords. I’ll be talking to you a lot so you’ll know you’re not alone.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that he would leave her alone when she was in a vulnerable position. She set her ball on the tee, lined up the shot, and took a swing. It rounded the bank perfectly, bounced twice from the edges of the narrowed curve that linked the two parts of this tricky hole together, avoided the waterfall, and went straight into the cup. Her draw dropped. She looked at Jordan, her eyes so wide she felt they might pop out. “You saw that, right?”

He wore a wide grin. “Your stance was perfect.”

Dropping her putter, she clapped her hands over her heart. “A hole in one. I never thought I’d be able to do that.”

He hugged her with one arm and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You can do anything you set your mind to, little one.”

“Yes.” She didn’t necessarily agree with him, but she was no longer talking about her amazing feat. “I want to try it with you.”

“All right. Let’s finish this, and then I’ll take you to my place.”

She’d never been to his place. It made sense that they’d go to his apartment because that’s where his equipment would be located. The drive took a little time because he lived two counties away. They mostly chatted about movies and television shows. She figured he wanted to keep the conversation light to put her at ease.

His apartment was exactly like Jamie had described—pristine and sanitary. Amy chalked that up to his modern décor. There was too much shiny metal and not enough color. It could use some fabric and softness to make it homey. Normally she wouldn’t judge anybody’s home, but this seemed so unlike Jordan. Standing there in a black fitted shirt and worn jeans, his face scruffy from a day’s growth, he didn’t seem to fit. The lack of color was him, but the sharpness of the furniture reminded her that perhaps she didn’t know him all that well.

“What do you think?”

“It’s clean.” She wasn’t going to say anything critical, not to a guy who was planning to tie her up.

He frowned. “You don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. I just pictured your place with more leather, and maybe framed photos of your family on the walls.”

He gestured to the sofa. It was the kind with an exposed metal frame and thin cushions for the seat and back. “It’s more comfortable than it looks. Take off your dress and sit down.”

She hadn’t expected him to say that. She looked at her bright yellow sundress, the only spot of real color in the room. “You want me to get undressed? In here?”

“I need to do a few things before we can begin. If you need to freshen up, the bathroom is the down the hall, first door on the left. When I return, I expect to see that you’ve followed orders.”

His tone had shifted, becoming harder and more commanding. This was definitely his Dom tone. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. Finally, being with a Dom seemed right. “Should I call you Sir or something?”

“Let’s hold off on titles for now.” He disappeared down the hall.

Amy made use of the bathroom. She combed her fingers through her hair and redid her ponytail, and then she checked to make sure she didn’t have anything weird going on with the parts of her skin that would be exposed. Standing in front of the mirror wearing only her bra and underwear was a sobering experience. Though she’d worn her prettiest, laciest underthings, there was no way Jordan was interested in her as anything more than a friend. With a sigh, she hung her dress on a hook on the back of the door. He found her a few minutes later perched on the edge of the sofa, which was surprisingly comfortable, without her dress.

He sat down next to her, but he leaned back and stretched his arm along the back. “What’s your color?”

She stared at her hands, folded neatly on her lap, and hoped he hadn’t meant for her to be completely naked. “Green.”


My first publisher was quite literally a pioneer in ebook erotica and initially published electronic books in whatever format was state-of-the-art in 1999. Probably due to its origin, more than a decade into its existence it still viewed itself as an ebook publisher rather than a “publisher” and the contracts it offered authors were for ebook rights only. After the excitement of getting my first ebook published had dissipated some I started exploring what options were available for selling the print and audiobook rights for my book but quickly found that other publishers wanted the book rights in all formats, even if they had no real intention of publishing in print or audio unless the book became very popular.

It wasn’t until Ariane Arborne asked me to review the audio edition of one of her kinky books that I stumbled across a way to get my writing published in audiobook format: Through Audible’s production arm,, anyone who owns the audio rights to a book can get it produced and published through their vast network of narrators and producers then distributed worldwide. Many of their narrators and audiobook producers will even contract on a shared royalty’s basis so the rights holder doesn’t have any upfront out-of-pocket investment. While the above stated information may seem like an advertisement, it’s just intended to be helpful for anyone interested in exploring the audiobook option on a limited budget.  The-Accidental-Domme

As it happens, I ended up hiring the same narrator that produced Ariane’s book and our collaboration has turned out really well. Listening to Hollie Jackson animating my dialogue and narratives the first time was absolutely thrilling and it made me an erotica audiobook enthusiast for life. There is a growing market for audiobooks in a variety of erotica genres, including BDSM, and I have now published all of my books in audio, and recently started publishing ebooks and audiobooks for other authors as well. A unique feature of audiobooks is that they are a hands-free way to get your kink fix; you can even listen to them while blindfolded in total bondage―now that is pretty damn cool!

This past summer I suggested to a moderator of the BDSM Group on that it would be a good idea to add some audiobook-related content to the group. I see now that I was naïve not to expect that my innocent suggestion would be perceived as an offer to help create and moderate an entire section geared toward kinky audiophiles. ;-) I am now the moderator of a new section called BDSM Audiosmut, which went live at the beginning of December.

Anyone who already frequents Goodreads should consider dropping by to check out BDSM Audiosmut and help it grow by providing suggestions, adding to the lists of kinky audiobooks and authors, learning about new releases, and taking advantage of giveaways and promotions. You’ll also be able to find out where to buy the audiobooks of BDSM authors, including yours truly, and listen to free samples.

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BeautifulBoyFSSubmission and Serving—when it’s not something you enjoy

This particular little idea came up in the course of editing that really made me sit back and think. As a submissive, it’s a concept I understand very well. For instance, I may not like being gagged with a cock in the back of my throat, but if my Dom likes to throat-fuck me, then I will do it.

The excerpt below started a conversation that surprised me. When my content editor went through it, she made a comment when Kyle talks about pain he doesn’t like, asking why he doesn’t use his safeword.

To understand this, it might help to understand one concept that many people not part of the lifestyle don’t: the difference between hurting and harming. We are often hurt during the course of our service when engaging in BDSM play. Especially pain play. However, hurting someone does not necessarily cause harm—i.e., lasting damage either physical or emotional/mental.

If I am not being harmed, if nothing is otherwise wrong (like muscle cramps or something like that) and my Dom/play partner hasn’t violated my hard limits, I am not going to call my safeword. I’m going to keep going to the best of my ability because I’m serving—and I get a different kind of fulfillment out of it than I do in receiving pain.

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I whined as I strained to hold back my orgasm. Somewhere in there, my whines turned into pleas for his pleasure instead of my own, much like the first night we’d been together. “Come, Master! Please come!”

With a roar, Master thrust hard, burying himself balls-deep in my ass. His cock twitched hard, and I could have sworn I felt the hot flood of his cum inside me.

That was all it took. Without permission, with my own near scream, I lost it. The pleasure hit me harder than I’d ever felt before. I shook in Master’s arms, muscles clenching around the thick length still deep inside me as the climax screamed through me. The intense orgasm yanked my cum from my desperate balls, spraying over his hand, my legs, and the counter.

I slumped forward, holding on to the bar by sheer force of will. I gasped in air as Master continued to stroke my oversensitive cock. I whined, trying to move away from it, but he held me anchored to him. With his cock still firmly buried in my ass and his arm like a steel band around my waist, I could go nowhere.

“Oh no, boy. I want your cries,” he said, chuckling darkly.

I gave them, unable not to, as he continued stimulating me. “Please, Master!” I groaned, but he ignored it. His hand moved faster, tightened a bit more, and I sobbed as the pain in my cock—pain I didn’t like—grew. I begged with incoherent sounds, but he kept going for another few moments.

“You can take this for me, boy, I know you can,” Master murmured in my ear.

And he was right. I wanted to take this, I wanted to do this for him, show him I was able to serve him even when it was something I didn’t like. The knowledge that I was pleasing him thrilled the submissive in me. I still gave him my grunts—it was painful—but I bore it much better with that realization.

When he finally let go of my tormented cock, I realized, oversensitive or not, I was still hard—very hard. He slid that hand down to my balls and cupped them, massaging them. “I bet there’s another load in here, now, isn’t there, boy? Balls nice and full, hmm? Bet if I carry you upstairs and pound this ass more, I’ll get you to spray that new load, won’t I?”

I had no idea for sure, but his words alone were arousing me all over again, making me moan.

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If Kyle can get past his fears, he could see what his beloved Master Mal does: a beautiful boy that deserves his collar–and heart.


Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.

College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.

But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.

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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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The Year I Became a Submissive. mariecover

Growing up and into my adult life, I never pictured myself enjoying the Sub-Dom roles. I absolutely hated getting my ass slapped or any kind of physical pain. Most of my sexual encounters were spent with me being the Dominant or the aggressor. Sexually, I was never really completely satisfied, always wanting more. This may be a cliché but after reading Fifty Shades of Gray my mind began to wonder more about changing my role, more about the lifestyle. Now that did not say I would find a Master right away. Every time I tried to role-play as a little slut or be a good little whore, my mind really could not wrap itself around the idea. Ok to be honest I hated the idea of being called those names. I had a very hard time expressing my desires to my partner and him accepting or understanding my needs. When I met my Master, of course at the time we met he was just a friend, a co-worker someone to have a really good time with. It took several months for me to open up to the idea of being spanked, or even called outside my given name. It was a trust issue, mostly on my part. Surprisingly enough he never pushed me he was patient. He waited for me to give him what he desired. I am not sure how he knew that I would, but I did give into his world.

One day, during a heated and passionate moment, I called myself his little slut, he thrives on dirty talk, and I of course hated talking during sex, and was really bad at it. But on that day, I let down my guard; my barriers and all preset notions of sex and allowed myself to be free. Over the next several months, we explored. We explored bondage, and spanking, my complete role as a submissive, yes Master, yes sir. We explored my limits and even pushed them. I found myself craving to be controlled by him. I even purposely was disobedient so that he would have to throw me over his lap and punish me for being a bad girl.

My role in sexual play changed that year. I became a submissive, a person who needed to be controlled, who craved positive attention from her Master, a person who has never felt freer with any other sexually partner. A person who had become addicted to him, and the position he allowed me to be in.

In day-to-day life, I am always in control. I am not submissive; I actually have a very dominant personality. But with him, in my submissive role, I feel no worry, no stress, and the ability to let go. I have never ever had to use a safe word. All hard limits are discussed and revaluated after new limits are pushed. I find myself willing to be more expressive and to open to things that I never imaged I would like, or even think to trying. I troll the Internet and porn sites looking for new ways to be bound, and to ask permission for us to try them.

I must say that the roles of a submissive and Dominant are not at all what I thought they would be. I am still very much in control due to the fact I can say our safe word at any given time, to let him know that I have reached my limits its totally up to me. This lifestyle is not for everyone, most people will not be comfortable with the roughness, of it. To appreciate the tenderness it can bring.

This last year of becoming a submissive, to my Master, has completed me sexually. Even though I am still in training, still learning and exploring I would not change anything. I have tried to have a non-submissive/dominant free lifestyle, but I find myself needing it, wanting it and only enjoying sex in that role. I have a respect for my Master, he is a man that can take in all of my worries, and allow me to be free. I know this is a burden that he proudly carries day to day. And I thank him for it. Being owned by him, and allowing us to explore this lifestyle outside of the bedroom is not easy, but in some areas of my life have made me feel safer than I have ever felt before.

Again I have only been a new submissive in training for the little over a year. It has been a wonderful lifestyle change. I know there are a lot more roles, or expressive play that I could try and maybe we will. I am in fact still learning, so I am on the beginner level.

As a writer, I research the hell out of the BDSM and the submissive/dominant role. I try and free my mind to explore the lifestyle and the culture past what I have experienced. My Master has helped in giving perspective on how characters would actually act. Remember I am still new to the lifestyle. And something’s in my personal life with this lifestyle are true hard limits. But that doesn’t mean my characters can’t explore them.

About Marie Deen:

I’m Marie Deen! Mother, serial entrepreneur and author. For as long as I can remember, I’ve  written my erotic visions. I specialize in Erotica for the soul, tantalizing thoughts that will excite you, and fire up your mental passion. My first book The Boss’s Property- Submitting is a story that I envisioned, so I wanted to share with all of you. It’s the perfect tale of innocence seduced by her Master. I love BDSM. My alter ego loves being a sexy sub, its fantasy! Smut & Erotic Author and best of all I obey my Master!

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As a writer, there are a couple of characters I take special pride in having invented – and they are remarkably similar.

In my story “The Bath Attendant”, the title character allows the beautiful female lead to stay after hours at a swimming bath, then forces herself on her. The added twist is that he’s physically unappealing to our heroine: “No, he definitely wasn’t her type: A big, thickset man, his crew-cut hair was a remarkably light shade of blonde, and the backs of his hands were covered with blonde hair. Yes, his entire body was probably hairy. Nicole shivered at the thought.”

And in my recent story “Outdoor Service”, a grotesque, flabby male character (although with amazing sexual stamina) ended up taking over the story (and its attractive female characters):

“She turned her head and saw that the fat man had began to undress. His skin was pale; he had a big belly and chubby legs. And Rachel almost burst out laughing at the sight of his cock. It was now hard and stiff – but was almost the spitting image of its owner: A bit short, but rather thick and very pale. Its head was almost spherical and as bright red as the head of the fat man himself.”

This kind of contrast holds a fascination so strong that it may well be called a fetish – which I tentatively name “transgression”. It is of course a variation on the general erotic obsession with contrast (as in interracial sex, big cocks/tight pussies, older men/younger women). There’s also a hint of non-consensual sex and rape play in the women being “taken against their will” – or at least overstepping their own limits of what they find sexually acceptable.

But I believe “transgression” is more than that: It is a fetish that works by exaggeration current gender stereotypes.

Like it or not, we live in a culture that objectifies females as “the fair sex”. And I put it to you that this has cast men in the interesting role of “the ugly sex” (or “the scary sex”, if you like). Coupled with society’s just as stereotypical notion of men’s uncontrollable sex drives, this conjures up a male character so ugly no woman will voluntarily sleep with him, but possessed by sexual urges so strong he forces himself on any attractive female in sight.

But – what’s in it for the object of his desires? Perhaps – as so often in the affair of sexuality – it is a trade-off: If the attractive female (who will have many other more likable suitors to choose from) can overcome her repulsion, the grotesquely ugly male can satisfy her desires with his equally grotesque sexual prowess.

I don’t find it hard to apply this to classic stories like “The Beauty and the Beast”. I mean: Suppose the beauty doesn’t fall in love with the beast despite his ugliness – but because of it?

“The Bath Attendant” can be found in Frank Noir’s “Tales of Lust – Vol. 1″ ( “Outdoor Service” is in Frank Noir’s “Tales of Lust – Vol. 4″ (

Hello and welcome back to the Turning His Life Around blog tour! I am doing something a little different with this tour and, I’ve put together a running short story. This story happens a couple of years before Turning takes place, when Ian is learning he’s in love with Kane but hasn’t quite accepted what all that means for him yet, since Kane doesn’t return that love.

The story goes for all nine tour stops! You can start it at Charley Descoteaux’s blog and follow the rest of the tour from the link at the bottom.

Be sure to catch each one because everyone who reads all nine and can answer a scavenger hunt questionnaire based on the story will be entered to win $25 a Dreamspinner Press!


But before long, Kane bucked against him then grumbled, “Fuck, stop teasing and just fuck me already.”  TurningHisLifeAroundFS

Ian sat back to grab the lube. He knew Kane had a point—they’d just been together that morning, it wasn’t like Kane needed a lot of prep. Still, he wanted—needed—to stretch their time out.

In annoyance, he pulled his hand back and let it land hard on Kane’s ass. Kane moaned loudly and Ian’s cock jumped at the action and reaction. He blinked briefly at his friend and they held there for a suspended moment what just happened sank in. Ian had known Kane liked to have his hair pulled during sex, but that was not the same as this.

He leaned forward over Kane’s back, his mouth near his friend’s ear. He ran his hand over the spot he’d just smacked. “Did you like that?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” Kane answered, breathlessly.

“Do you want more?” It was almost a growl, Ian’s cock jumping at the thought.

“Yes… please,” Kane managed, still sounding like he was struggling for air.

Ian sat back and lifted his hand again. He shifted enough so that he could see Kane’s face and brought it back down, cock jumping at the slight crack that sounded. Kane writhed again, more moans coming out. Ian bit his lip to keep his own sounds contained and did it again and again. Ian’s body was reacting as much to giving the swats as Kane’s seemed to be to taking them. All the while, as he took in Kane’s sounds and movements, the need that spawned from it took his breath, making the whole thing incredible.

“More. God, more,” Kane groaned and Ian couldn’t have resisted the request—the beg—for anything. He started in again, letting his hand fall where it would, though only a short time later, it was starting to smart. But he pushed himself for a while longer and when he stopped and looked down, the cheeks were a nice red, his cock twitching again at the view in front of him. Kane writhed, his ass bright and hot and the combination was enough to make Ian fight hard against the urge to line up and just take, just push his cock in hard and fuck.

He dragged his nails across the abused skin instead, listening to the groan that came from it. Kane’s warm ass caused Ian’s cock to strain at what he’d done. Fuck, he’d really enjoyed that. And so had Kane.

As he held there, suspended for another moment, the book he’d read came back to him. When it did, the memory of dusty back shelves of an old bookstore and a stranger’s face—and dick—flashed behind his closed eyes, but he forced himself to ignore that and think only about what he’d read. Masochistic didn’t necessarily mean submissive, he remembered that much, but he also remembered some of the things he’d read about being submissive and how well Kane had fit that description.

Did he try it? Would Kane want it? What was the worst that could happen?

He could lose the time he did have with Kane. But no… he knew that even if it didn’t work out that way, his friend would never completely walk away, wouldn’t freak out. No, he’d say he didn’t like it or something, throw Ian a weird look. Maybe tell Ian to get moving. But that was about all.

And Ian made a decision then that he would never come to regret.

He leaned back into Kane’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Gonna fill your ass with my cock and fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name…” he paused when Kane groaned at the talk and his heart pounded in his chest. He gathered his fears and shoved them to the back when Kane reached down to start fisting his cock. “Not yet,” Ian murmured. “Keep your hand off your cock until I tell you to.”

He paused, breath held as Kane stopped moving, but didn’t let go just yet. Then, as the words seemed to filter through the haze of arousal, Kane groaned and his hand slid up to grip the sheet instead. “O…okay,” he managed, his voice breathless.

“Good,” Ian purred and watched in awe as Kane shivered at the reply. “Mm, I think you like that,” he whispered and Kane nodded.

“Yes.” It was barely a breath, but Ian caught it and his fears fled. He settled back on his knees, worked latex over flesh and kept himself steady enough to coat his cock in lube. Then he lined up and pushed in slowly.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” Ian grunted, squeezing his eyes closed. Kane always did, but maybe it was the combination of the spanking and the control or maybe it was something else that made it so much better, Ian didn’t know for sure. It just felt fucking incredible.

Kane gave a grunt of his own in reply and Ian slid one hand along Kane’s back then wove his fingers through the spikes. He pulled on them, not hard, just firmly until Kane’s head was tilted back. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” It was a growl and underlying it, there was the feeling that it wasn’t really a question. It was more tease, more delay—taking things at his own pace. It was that he was going to, because it was up to him, though he still waited for Kane’s answer, even knowing what it would be.

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Can Kane recognize what’s right in front of him before he loses everything?

When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.

Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.

It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.

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About Grace:  noh8

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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wendyWhy Vanilla Can Far More Abusive Than BDSM by Wendy Leigh, author of the “Unraveled” Trilogy.

With the publication of EL James’ “Grey” in which she affords a glimpse into the mind of a Dominant/Sadist, revealing, amongst other things, his yearning to insert a peeled ginger root into his submissive’s nether regions prior to punishment (a horrific departure for the average romance reader to contemplate) the accusations that BDSM is abuse have skyrocketed.

And they are certain to escalate further with the June 29 publication of my “Unraveled By Her” (the second book in my ‘Unraveled” trilogy) in which my hero subjects my heroine to an extensive and kaleidoscopic range of BDSM delights, and she adores every single second of them.

My answer to all those accusations?  Apart from being erotic, inspiring, exhilarating, dramatic and just plain pleasurable, BDSM is the most honest type of relationship available to men and women.

Unlike in Vanilla relationships, (which are generally shot through with subterfuge, so that, at the very least, participants in a Vanilla relationship often have to spend half the time straining to decipher one another’s unspoken motives, desires, emotions or lack of them) in a BDSM relationship, the participants know exactly what to expect from another in advance.

In BDSM, the boundaries are clear, the roles are defined ahead of time, there is no artifice (other than that agreed in advance for role play) and no need for false declarations of love and passion when the goal is sex and only sex.

From the outside looking in, and to the uninitiated, BDSM may appear to be abusive, but – by and large – that isn’t at all accurate.

The reality is that BDSM is generally practiced by sophisticated grown-ups who are clear about what they need, what they want, and who are honest from start to finish.

Vanilla love can be fuelled by unspoken power struggles, simmering anger caused by not being able to articulate desires, plus frustration at being afraid to act out fantasies. Whereas BDSM lovers put all their cards on the table from the first, the lines are drawn ahead of time, participants know what they want, and are unafraid to ask for it.

And I think it’s time for some distinguished academic to weigh in and conduct a serious study of BDSM relationships via Vanilla ones and come up with statistics on which of the two flourishes, which of the two is truly abusive, and which is not.

The end.

“Unraveled By Him,” and “Unraveled By Her,” and “Unraveled Together” (coming in October) by Wendy Leigh are published by Pocket Books, a division of Simon and Schuster.

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“So you’re telling me in those dark scenes, with a knife, blood and pain, that you never thought you were going to die?”

“Not exactly. I was afraid. That was part of the scene. He’s dangerous enough he could kill me. I know that. But he trusted me and I trusted him.”

“Why would he have to trust you? He was the one with the knife.”

I love to explore the different facets of what a BDSM relationship can entail.  I’ve read a lot of stories centered around the trust a submissive must have for the Dominant, but not so many centered around the trust the Dominant must have in the submissive.

Add in some edgier play, and trust becomes paramount.

I love the play between power and being powerless. A submissive deliberately makes herself powerless, but still has the power to stop the scene. A Dominant receives the power to control the scene, but is powerless if the sub calls a halt with her safeword.  It’s a subtle, intricately beautiful dance of trust, and I got to thinking more and more about the power a submissive has to stop the scene.

What if the Dominant is afraid he’d go too far? If he has some darker needs involving blood play and he has serious concerns that he won’t be able to stop? So much self-doubt, in fact, that he ceases playing all together.  He doesn’t trust himself.

But SHE trusts him.  In One Cut Deeper, Ranay learns that she has more power than she ever thought possible. She can bring a dangerous man with a thirst for blood to his knees with a single word. Only she can stop him. Only she can save him.

If you enjoy darker, intense stories with knives and blood plays, I hope you’ll give One Cut Deeper a try!  

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Her needs are dark. His are dangerous.

Charlie MacNiall has been bringing his beautiful king shepherd to the vet clinic where Ranay Killian works for the better part of a year. She doesn’t realize he’s been slowly wooing her. She certainly has no idea that he picked her deliberately—that she is to become his. A broken heart and a desperate desire to be dominated make her the perfect victim.

His perfect victim.

Charlie fixes Ranay, testing her emotional limits while pushing her sexual boundaries past anything she’d imagined possible. Pain is their shared pleasure…until Charlie disappears and Ranay is all but destroyed.

The FBI says the man she loves is a serial killer. Ranay can’t deny there’s a darkness in Charlie, a monstrous hunger that drives him to the brink. She even believes he could kill. But Charlie’s hunger is what bonds them—it’s the foundation of their love. Would he actually kill her?