Category: Guest Blogging

Excerpt from ‘Still’

 

“So, you live here now?” Male bondage

“Yes.” She glanced at him then back at the road. “I bought some land outside of Austin.”

“Where at?”

“Southwest of Lakeway. Where are you calling home?”

He fiddled with the door. “Right now, just an apartment down by Buda.”

“Is that where your family is? I remember you mentioning something about your mother being a high school teacher in Buda.”

Surprise crossed his weary, but still handsome features. “Yeah. I didn’t realize you were paying attention.”

“Wyatt, I’ve always paid attention to everything you said.”

“Me too, Doc, me too.” He shifted like he was going to touch her, then clenched his hands together in his lap. “So how’re ya liking Austin?”

“It’s nice.”

She glanced over at him and her heartbeat picked up. From the moment she saw him she wanted him but, first, he needed to know some things about her. She wasn’t going to change who she was but, at the same time, she really wanted to get to know Wyatt better. Something about him called to her heart, and to her soul, in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

“I found a local club that I go to now and again.”

“Really? What club? Maybe I could meet you there sometime.” He cleared his throat and quickly added. “You know, to catch up and stuff.”

“It’s called Lila’s.” She waited for his reaction, half expecting him to say that yes he did, indeed, know of the BDSM club and went there often. It wouldn’t surprise her one bit to find out that he was a Dom.

“Never heard of it.”

Remembering the first time by Deena Ward

No, I don’t mean that first time. I’m talking about the first BDSM novel you read. Businessman_Final_JPEG_400_264

Regardless of where their tastes might take them or what new authors they might prefer in the future, the multitudes of readers whose first exposure to BDSM fiction came courtesy of the FSOG trilogy, will likely recall Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele with eternal favor, as their firsts.

We all have firsts. I remember mine. It was special, secret, and felt like it belonged exclusively to me in an odd way.

When I initially found myself interested in BDSM (more years ago than I care to claim, thank you), I lived with my partner in a rural area with no kink community, so we sought out a virtual online community. I guilelessly slipped into a BDSM chat room one night and politely typed in that I was a curious female needing information. You can imagine the response I got: instantaneously cyber-collared by several dozen tough-talking poseurs.

It took a while to find people who actually lived the lifestyle, but I eventually did and formed a platonic friendship with an older male dominant who became a mentor of sorts to my partner and me. When he learned that I enjoyed writing, he suggested that I write down my fantasies and share them with my partner, creating a different way for us to connect.

I gave it a try, liked it, and later passed some of my scribbles along to my Dom friend. He encouraged me to do more, and then, he told me a secret.

Werewolves, Panthers, Ménages and BDSM all in the one book. Why not?

I’ve always had a taste for erotic romance. Likely I was the only child in middle school who’d read “Forever Amber”, “Sons and Lovers”, and “The Story of O”. cara (533x800)

I was the kid who, when we visited with friends, would sit in a corner reading the family’s books, while all the other kids ran around wrecking the house. I read anything: comics, children’s books, and a lot of stuff a kid shouldn’t know about. I just loved to read.

I guess it was inevitable that I’d try to write a book of my own. My first book was about best friends Jennifer and Genevieve, and was written in the back of a school notebook. I can’t remember much about it now, but likely it was just as well it was thrown out with all my other school books at the end of the school year.

More recently I’ve enjoyed reading about shape-shifters, ménages and BDSM. One day someone said to me, “Why don’t you put them all in the one book.” That was an enticing concept. I hadn’t read an erotic romance with all those elements in it. So I did, and the “Unchained Love” series was born.

It started off as a very simple concept. A man, hiding the fact he was a werewolf shape-shifter, in love with a woman and both of them emotionally tied to another man. The werewolf was a Dom. The woman and other man both subs. But where would they live? Where could such a group of people practice their ménage love and taste for BDSM freely? Gradually Carnal Connections, a BDSM community came into being.

Why BDSM?

Most people don’t know the history of my little Holiday Doms Series. I actually had no intention of writing a story after Bondage on the 4th of July. Mostly because the story was only intended as a quick holiday read for a holiday most people don’t write themed books about. I felt bad it was forgotten considering it is my favorite holiday.

Fireworks? FUN! BBQ? FUN! Light drinking? FUN! Bondage? FUN! Bound_FINALCOVERB

So, I stuffed the story full of not just some light BDSM play but also a fun little ménage that I dashed in to give it an extra dose of fun.

It was primarily just a fun, quick, read, that could make people smile, and maybe make a few people care. What I never told anyone but my husband (who writes with me) is that the characters invaded me. I had Kenny, Tom, and yes, even Millie screaming in my head, stomping their feet, asking for their stories. Oh, and Millie REALLY wants to get married! She’s a little upset the Christmas story wasn’t a Vegas Wedding. I had to sit down my impulsive submissive and let her know that she deserves more than a Vegas quickie, she replied with, “But quickies are fun!” –but I digress.

I had to tell more stories. First came, Tom, with Halloween Submission. He is my favorite. For some reason I just like this normally very emotional man that is one sexy, sexy Dom. Then came Kenny—Oh, my poor broken Kenny, in A Slave for Christmas.  They all had something to say, and they all wanted their own submissives to play with. So, out of this little storm, in a market saturated with BDSM came the Bound Collection.

Thank you to the wonderful Lady Lucretia for having me over today at BDSM Book Reviews! In the spirit of bondage and spankable moments, I crafted a new scene that comes months after  Ceri and Herne meet in Beltane Fires.   I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Ceri in Bondage

“Stand still.”  Herne grasped Ceri’s left wrist and tied it to a young sapling, securing her in place. BeltaneFires_ErzabetBishop

Ceri  moaned, her eyes shielded by the blindfold he had placed over them. Her pussy moistened and her senses screamed for release.

“One more.” He bound her right wrist to another nearby tree, pulling her taut between them.

“Herne…” Ceri’s whispered plea echoed in the empty woods and she felt his warmth against her back as he ground his jean clad hips against her naked backside.

“Ceri?” Herne’s voice was clipped.

“Yes, Sir.” She panted, desire pooling between her thighs. Rubbing them together to try and ease some of the discomfort, she heard the click of Herne’s tongue behind her.

“Naughty girl. I think you just earned yourself a few more paddles for that.”

“But…”

“No.” She heard him move behind her. “You will count each stroke and thank me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ceri smiled. She had dreamt of this moment since the first night they met in the woods all those months ago. Her love for her Forest God and Dom had grown into a fiery inferno that couldn’t be quenched and she hungered for his body like no other.  The Goddess had truly blessed her.

“We begin.”

Crack!

“One.” The sting of the paddle brought tears to her eyes.

“And?” Herne’s voice became silken, but stern and she quivered in her bonds.

I flove you, babe

Should I assume everyone knows what the word ‘flove’ means? It’s always been one of my favourite words—so full of pure, raw emotion. A word used when ‘love’ just isn’t enough.

So how do you know when the characters in a book flove each other? Well, it’s not when they’re sitting in a field of wildflowers, gazing tenderly into each other’s eyes. Those big long monologues consisting of 101-reasons-why-you’re-the-one-for-me don’t cut it either. What about when the man kneels and pulls out a ring? OffsideTour

Nope.

Flove, in my opinion, is that moment where you’re not sure whether you want to kiss someone or kill them. The moment when you realize you just might hate this person, but you’d be willing to sacrifice your heart and soul for them. It’s an extreme that’s almost more than you can bear. Flove leaves you feeling such violent emotions you feel like you’ve been beaten to a pulp on the inside.

True love is rare, but flove is almost nonexistent in real life. Which is a good thing, as far as I’m concerned. Letting anyone in that deep scares the hell out of me, but it’s fun to fantasize about. Kinda like being an assassin or having super powers. The repercussions in reality would make both much less appealing than they seem in fiction. Because while true love isn’t always rational, flove can be insane.

To name two movies where I would consider the romance flove, I would have to pick Pride and Prejudice (works for the book too ;-) ) and Ten Things I Hate About You. There’s nothing quite so thrilling to watch as two people falling in love and then telling each other to go to hell. That’s real flove!

A Smutty Research Nerd annm1

The other day I was talking with a reader about one of my books, Sodom and the Phoenix, in which I did a rather creative scene involving some heavy virtual reality role playing in a BDSM themed virtual zoo. She asked me in a very excited whisper if I’d ever been to a real zoo like that. I could tell by her expression that she was hoping the answer was yes, and that I’d let her know where it was so she could attend. Sadly I had to break the news that I’d never been to a real zoo like that, but not wanting to crush her dreams I assured her that somewhere there probably was such a place.

I was extremely flattered that she asked me this question because it told me that I had written that book well enough that she actually believed it was real and that I had visited there. For an author that is a huge compliment. We want you to feel like not only are you living that book, but that it such a fantastical place could actually exists. For those that have read my work you know I write just about every genre of romance there is, from historical to sci-fi. One over lapping theme to all of these stories is that I try to make the characters as realistic as possible, have them be living people who you can identify with no matter how strange and new the world they live in is to you.

Hazel:  Good Friday Evening, Master Chris.  This interview is for a group that is…shall we say fond of BDSM.  Feel free to speak your mind in that regard, Sir.  Could you let the readers know how things are going in your relationship with your submissive, Sara?

Chris:  Even though I am in a relationship that most would consider kinky, I do not share what happens behind closed doors.  I will say that Sara and I are well suited for each other.  She is the epitome of submissive beauty, yet she still has enough bite inside her to keep things interesting.

Hazel: Would you consider her a bratty submissive, then?

Chris:  There have been a few times that she baits me for what she calls, “funishment,” but I usually turn that around on her.  (laughs darkly)  You should have seen her face the day I showed her the paddle that leaves the word “Brat” on her skin.  I haven’t had her try to goad me into anything since!

Hazel:  (wriggles in her seat) That sounds, um, painful. 

Chris:  That would be the point.  (hard Dom glare)

Hazel:  Okay…. How about you share something about Sara that most people wouldn’t know?

Chris:  Hmmmm…..She hates, I mean HATES IT when a man says the word panties.  (grins his All-American grin).  So, like a good boyfriend, I don’t allow her to wear any.

Hazel:  I hate to be sassy, but wouldn’t that be considered “sharing what happens behind closed doors?”

Chris:  (quick shrug) She usually isn’t allowed them outside of the loft either, so technically, it is not behind closed doors.

Hazel:  Well, then…if you are in a giving mood, maybe you would relent and share a more intimate scene that you and Sara have participated in?

My first Mischief novella is called For Her Pleasure. It is my first foray into femdom erotica so I thought writing a guest post about femdom and whether or not readers want to read it would be a good angle. But the truth is, I just don’t know. I think I’m way too green to say. I didn’t start out writing femdom because I thought there needed to be more of it in the market or because I wanted to provide an antithesis to the now typical FSOG submissive woman, or because I wanted to stand out or be different or anything like that. To be perfectly honest with you, believe it or not, when I started writing with these characters about a year and a half ago – as short stories initially – I was so green I didn’t even really have the term ‘femdom’ in my head yet. Or if I did consider femdom at all, it was strictly as something that involved really severe looking women wearing leather, carrying riding crops who screamed and demanded and called wimpy looking men names like ‘worm’ or ‘slave.’ And it can be those things. The stereotype is there for a reason. But what I’ve understood since writing this story is that there can be another side to femdom. A softer one. One that includes sensuality. Romance. Even laughter. As anyone who has experience in femdom knows, sometimes things can get downright hilarious. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that femdom has a wider appeal than I think many people know about, including me circa 2011. So if you’re new to this subgenre, I hope you’ll give it a chance. If you’re used to a harsher femdom plot, maybe a lighter style will provide fresh appeal. Either way, I hope you enjoy For Her Pleasure. And I’m always interested in your comments. Tweet me @kyokochurch and let me know what you think!

This latest book of mine, “Take Me, Break Me”, is not a plain and simple BDSM story, it’s in a fuzzy zone.

I was talking to someone recently who was quite unhappy at how many so-called BDSM books are not BDSM. Though I agree with her in a way, I also pointed out a couple of things.

One is that people talking about books are starting to use BDSM as a vague term that means the book contains some of the elements of BDSM, but they may not even be happening in a consensual way. I’ve seen the administrator of one internet BDSM group call this BDSM fantasy. To me this is people morphing words to mean slightly different things. If it happens enough the word becomes that new meaning too. One word can have many meanings, which is maybe why people miscommunicate so much. But there’s nothing you can really do if the world population decides to use a word in a way that wasn’t intended at first. It’s happened throughout the centuries and dictionaries will never keep up. You can say until you’re blue in the face that ‘sock’ only means a thing on your foot, but when everyone uses it to mean hitting someone, it means that too.

The other thing about books being labeled as containing BDSM is that sometimes the story changes – which is what happens in “Take Me, Break Me”.  It begins as an arranged capture fantasy, morphs into what are possibly dubious consent scenes, but by the end it is true BDSM.