Hello ladies! Thank you for having me to your blog today. It’s wonderful to be surrounded by so much sexiness!
To finish my tour I want to talk about something I’m starting to feel more and more strongly about in a sexual context. That is, turning a negative into a positive. We all know in life it’s good to be the kind of person to make the proverbial lemons into lemonade. This can be the case with regard to sex and sexual hang ups too. People can recover from shame, learn to accept themselves and their kinks and even turn the shame from it into a kink itself!
I know of a few ways that this has happened for people, like it does for my character subPaul in For Her Pleasure. And I’m interested in hearing more! It’s part of the reason I’m contributing to an anthology on the topic. Hopefully my submission will be successful. In the meantime, if you find this topic interesting, arousing or amusing, I hope you’ll check out my book. And let me know what you think!
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Excerpt:
As instructed, he knelt on the floor of her office in front of her. At her feet.
He’d barely caught a glimpse of her before he prostrated himself. His position did, though, afford him the ability to look closely at her choice of foot wear. Heels again. Perhaps she always wore heels to work. Today they were a hounds tooth pattern with black spiked heels, again open toed, with a little black bow going across the top, underlining the very small opening. God, the way he could see just the tiniest bit of two toes drove him crazy! He imagined himself on his hands and knees, cramming his tongue into that tiny space. His cock shifted in his pants.
She pulled out a box from her desk drawer. It was about the size of his fist and it was gift wrapped. Automatically he reached up to take it but she pulled it back a bit.
‘Ah, ah, ahh,’ she said. ‘Not quite so fast. If you read my email thoroughly, I believe you have something to say first?’
Suddenly it was hard to breathe. It was hot. He knew what he had to say, what she wanted him to say. And yet it seemed impossible to say it. He could barely form the words in his mind, much less have them pass over his lips.
‘Aw, are you having a hard time, love?’ she said. ‘How about I help you along. Why are you here?’
He swallowed. ‘You, um, said you would help me.’
‘I did say that, yes. And now, what is it again you need help with?’
Oh god. She knew what. He knew what. He knew she knew. Why was she making him say it?
‘I uh, I sometimes have a little trouble … lasting.’ He paused. ‘You know, sexually.’
She stared at him a moment. Blinked. ‘Sweetie, I hope you’re not intentionally being obtuse. Or maybe you just didn’t read my email carefully enough. Which is also disappointing because I put a lot of care into my correspondence and I expect close attention to the details in return. If you want me to work with you on fixing this then I am going to need more willing cooperation going forward. Do we understand each other?’
His pulse was racing. Was she chastising him? She was. He was at her feet, she was lecturing him, his heart was slamming in his chest and it was making his cock so hard. His brain was a jumble. Fuck.
‘Yes. Yes, I think so.’
She sighed. ‘No, I don’t think so. That answer alone proves otherwise.’ She walked over to her desk, put the gift wrapped box on top of it and turned to him, crossing her arms delicately over her ample chest. ‘I am going to help you out and remind you of a few things this time, because I understand that you are learning. But for next time just keep in mind that I am not normally so lenient.’ She paused and walked back over to where he knelt. ‘You are to address me as Mistress or Miss or Ma’am.’
He did remember that. Her use of those words combined with how she addressed him – sweetie, love – could not help but call to mind the portion of her presentation that he knew she would be doing this very afternoon at X Architects on how the use of diminutive names in a workplace setting can cause offense or humiliation to an employee. Did he feel offended? Definitely not. Humiliated? Yes. God, yes. In the best way, yes.
However, when he first read what she wanted him to call her he just felt ridiculous actually saying it. But now there were her eyes. One look into the depths of those fiery, dazzling eyes and somehow it seemed anything but ridiculous. Somehow it seemed totally and completely right.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Better. Now I told you specifically what words to use to describe your problem.’ A beat. ‘Didn’t I?’
He looked down. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Look at me.’ He obeyed. ‘I know this is hard for you. But this is your one chance.’ She bent down and put her face close to his. ‘You need to say it. And you need to say it now. And if you can’t,’ she looked at him so hard right then, so hard he felt it all the way through him, felt her glare zinging all through his body, making it pulse and almost vibrate. ‘Then you can just get up off my floor, turn around and go back to your self-imposed prison.’
Oh. Oh! She understood. If there was any doubt before there was none now. This was it. She was right. He had to. He had to say it.
‘I –’ he started, and he didn’t think he could. But her eyes. Again, her eyes. They were not stern now. They were compelling, willing him to speak.
‘I suffer from … premature ejaculation.’ The last two words spilled out of him, like a sigh, like a waterfall, like an exhale. He waited for something horrible to happen now that it was out there. In the room. In the world.
But, of course, there was nothing. Nothing like that.
What there was, was her.
‘Well, sweetie,’ she said, placing a slim finger under his chin and raising his gaze to meet hers. ‘That was well done.’ She smiled lovingly at him. ‘There’s just one last thing. If you want my help you need to agree to obey me. To submit to me. Always. Do you agree?’
He hesitated a moment. Only a moment while he thought of words like inappropriate, vulgar, reprisal, lawsuit. But he cast those aside. Cast them all aside because all he could think of now was what she said about his self-imposed prison. And how he couldn’t go back to it.
‘I do.’
And he was rewarded with another one of those heart crushingly sexy smiles.
She walked back to her desk, picked up the box and handed it to him. ‘Let’s move to the couch while you open your present, shall we?’
His heart hammered in his chest as he sat beside her. She was giving him a gift! What could it possibly be?
He opened it and immediately was puzzled. What at first glance appeared to be a watch, he could see after a second, was not.
‘I know it doesn’t seem so, but it was actually very expensive. It’s vintage, you know. They don’t seem to make them anymore.’
He continued staring. The numbers around the edge going up to 60. The two hands, one bigger and red, the other smaller and black. The two silver buttons on the side.
It was a small stopwatch. With a wrist strap.
His heart pounded harder, although he still wasn’t quite sure why. He looked up at her, not knowing what to say.
‘Aw, you’re confused, aren’t you darling? Well don’t worry. I’ll explain it to you.’ As she spoke she took the gift out of the box, took off his own regular watch and began strapping this new one on his left wrist. ‘This is your collar. It has two purposes. One is as a visual reminder. Your cock belongs to me. When you see your watch throughout the day, I want you to repeat that in your head. My cock belongs to Mistress. Say it now.’
‘My, my … cock belongs to Mistress,’ he stammered as she finished strapping on the watch. She turned his wrist over and they both stared at it.
‘And since your cock belongs to me, I get to say when you come.’ He swallowed hard. ‘I have the feeling you come way too often.’ The last three words came out like daggers, each one landing – thwack! – right into him, making him burn bright with shame. ‘Am I right? Was I right in my email when I said you like to jerk it in the shower? Did you do it in the shower this morning, love? Be a good boy. Be honest.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ he said. Then a little shakily, ‘And in bed last night.’
She put her face into a pantomime of horror. ‘Why you horny little wanking pervert! In my office, in bed at night, in the shower this morning. God, you really need to learn to control yourself.’ He winced and squirmed. Her chastising words buried their way into his humiliated heart. ‘And since it seems perfectly obvious that you can’t, then I will.’ Oh no. No, no. ‘Your first rule of submission to me is this: No coming unless I expressly allow it.’ Shit. ‘Do you understand?’
It’s no big deal, he told himself. Except, oh god, he enjoyed it. He wriggled and squirmed at the realization of how much. He needed it. Frankly, to not have that release scared the fuck out of him. And yet.
He nodded. ‘And I don’t see my allowing it happening any time in the foreseeable future.’ Oh good god, what had he gotten in to? ‘OK, sweetie?’ Her smile returned.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Very good,’ she said. ‘The second purpose of your gift is with regard to time. Time is your issue, isn’t it? Or rather, timing. So this stopwatch is perfect. Because your submission will be a lot about timing. As in, timing you.’ She pressed the top button. Tiny ticking noises burst from his wrist as the red hand glided smoothly around the dial.
Oh god. GOD! His face burned bright, the hottest it ever felt. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her and he couldn’t stop his mind from racing to picture himself doing – god knows what! – while that ticking measured his performance. Or lack thereof.
She chuckled as she watched the realization dawning on his face. ‘Oh sweetie, your face is priceless. Honestly!’ She sat back on the couch and smiled. ‘Well enough about that for now. I imagine you need to get back to the office.’
He glanced automatically at his watch, saw the stop watch instead and immediately felt a twinge of heat. My cock belongs to Mistress. God, already. He looked at her face. Knowing was plastered all over it.
‘Yes, I, uh,’ he swallowed. ‘Canavan actually texted me on my way here. He wants to discuss something.’
‘Oh yes, I know. We spoke earlier.’ Oh shit. His head whipped around to stare at her, his eyes bulging.
‘Your first act of submission to me is this: When Mr Canavan asks you what he’s going to ask you I want you say, “Yes, Ed. I did say that was a good idea.”’
That’s when he knew he was fucked.
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Blurb:
Imagine an average guy with a wife, a job, average house, average car, average sex life… Well, not exactly. He has a secret he finds so embarrassing that he never talks to anyone about it. And then one day he meets her…
An architect chairs the newly formed Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee. When the consultant he hires to help him organize the new committee turns out to be a red haired bombshell, he tries to rein in his untoward thoughts.
But when she uncovers his embarrassing little secrets, this married man ends up in a relationship that’s so wrong on every level of his carefully put together life.
How long will he let his burning carnal desires threaten everything he’s worked so hard for?
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Kyoko Church discovered the power of the written erotic word when she was 16 years old and penned a very explicit missive to her boyfriend detailing all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. When he received it, boyfriend was impressed. When he found it, father was not.
For the next 18 years she hid her naughty thoughts in shame. Until she found a community where they were once again appreciated for the well-imagined smut they are. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by Black Lace, Rubicund Publishing and Xcite Books. Book One, Nymphomania, and Book Two, Sapphic Secrets, in her Draper Estate Trilogy were published by Xcite in 2012. For Her Pleasure was published by HarperCollins Mischief in February 2013.
A Canuck by birth, she has recently made Australia her home. She is currently learning to drive on the left and say G’day convincingly.
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Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
The Sacramento Sheriff’s Department is no place for airy-fairy wimps, and Ben McCullough is the toughest of the tough. He tells himself he’s bedding the luscious Elena Lautari only because she’s a babe, not because she’s a card-carrying member of the Northern California Church of Wicca. Ben thinks she’s a feather away from an arrest for fraud, since she makes a living telling fortunes and making charms for the lovelorn. He can’t see her as a lifelong mate even though she’s more than a match for him in the sack, and losing her is unthinkable.
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Blurb:
THE PHALLUS OF OSIRIS
Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
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