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Risk/Reward

I’ve been lucky enough in this life to have had some amazing, powerful, transcendental experiences. 

I’ve published multiple novels…including one on the way! I’ve ridden a horse in the wee hours of the morning through the streets of the city. I’ve made love on a beach in the Caribbean. I’ve watched the sun rise from the summit of a volcano. I’ve skied through mountains with the pine air caressing my skin. I’ve fallen in love with every fiber of my being and have had my heart broken into millions of pieces—more than once. I’ve savored the sweet nectar of submission as it coursed through my veins.

It occurs to me that each and every one of these experiences involved a risk/reward calculus. And, on occasion, I’ve taken some pretty significant risks—some of which make me shake my head in disbelief when I think about them. I’ve placed myself in a few dangerous-as-hell situations, situations that would give Mr. Elise a twitchy palm just to hear of them. (Please don’t tell him!) 

But I’m fortunate enough to still be here to tell the tales and to revel in the woman I was, the woman I am, the woman I’m becoming. The rewards for such risks are self-evident. 

And yes, sometimes you risk it all and your reward is pain. 

And yes, sometimes that’s the reward you were seeking the whole time.

He Wraps Me in Silk

He wraps me in silk to complement my softness.

A softness that only He sees.

He wraps me in silk to remind me of my strength.

As He restrains my wrists to use my body.

He wraps me in silk to reinforce his dominance.

The fabric an extension of his hand around my throat.

He wraps me in silk to tell me I’m beautiful.

As He spanks me to tears to take away the pain.

A Little Love for the Lurkers

Release Date Set!

Mmmm…damn. I put one of those hot button words in the title, didn’t I? Well, it was worth it! 

I just found out the release date for my next novel! On April 18, Punished by the Doctor will be published and live, and I can’t wait to share it with you! Although, I also admit to being a little nervous, too. 

Not only will this will be my first publication in seven years, but it’s also a little bit of a departure for me. Oh, fear not, there’s a feisty heroine, a firm-handed hero, and plenty of D/s goodness to constitute a great one-handed read. But Punished by the Doctor also layers in some futuristic/post-apocalyptic elements that are new to me. I’ll be interested to hear what you think!

I’ll include a blurb below, and I’ll be sure to share some teasers and excerpts over the coming weeks!

Hundreds of years in the future, in the repressive, post-nuclear Republic of New Cascadia, Leila Jones, a defiant foot soldier in the resistance and a closet submissive, is on a one-woman mission to fight the system any way she can. When she gets caught defiling a public building, her third offense, she’s remanded to a state-sanctioned Reprogramming Facility. Her sentence is three months in The Chair, a device designed to pleasure convicted criminals into making the right choices.

Dr. Jens Kelly, a counselor at Reprogramming Facility 629 and a man with secrets, is determined to guide and support all the prisoners with whom he works. When he comes up against Leila and her willful noncompliance, he’s going to have to tap into his dominant nature, some good old-fashioned spankings, and all of the naughty devices embedded in the Chair to give her the correction she needs.

But as they begin to fall in love, will they be able to trust each other long enough in order to escape the grasp of The Republic?

A Little D/s Vignette

Thank you to nora, Jon Grey, and Dark Tingles (from Bluesky) for contributing their hot button words in the comments of one of my recent posts. As promised, I’ve written a naughty little D/s vignette that incorporates our chosen words. I hope everyone enjoys! 

The blindfold heightened her senses in ways she hadn’t anticipated. 

The clean, neroli scent of his soap blended with the fresh sweetness of the rain that pattered against the open window and splashed onto the sill. The sound of her own heart beating kept time with his soft footfalls as he circled her naked form. Her knees ached against the hardwood floor as her nipples tightened, aroused by the delicious bite of pain. The thick plug throbbed in her ass, training her for the illicit pleasures he’d alluded to in their correspondence.

“Why have you come here today? What do you seek?” His voice rang out, clear and strong, startling her from her reverie.

“I come to serve you, Sir. I seek to please you.”

“Mmhmm. I see.” His footsteps stopped in front of her and she instinctively corrected her posture. “And what is it that you’re offering me?”

“I offer my submission, Sir.”

“Your submission in exchange for what?” His voice was closer now, his breath warm on her neck as he poured his question into her mind.

“I-I don’t know, Sir,” she whimpered, afraid to disappoint him.

“Allow me to help you then, little one. You are offering me your submission in exchange for my dominance. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?” She nodded as he brushed his knuckles across her taut nipple. “Use your words,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir, it sounds simple enough.”

“Good girl.” His praise washed over her, bathing her in soothing warmth. “And yes, to submit is simple, but it’s by no means easy. I’ll be providing you with discipline unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Dominance and discipline that will require every last ounce of your submission to endure and retain. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered as the arousal seeped from her exposed pussy.

“And is this what you truly want?” His finger trailed up her collarbone, across the pulse point along her neck, and settled under her chin, tilting her blindfolded face upwards.

“Yes, Sir. With everything I am, Sir,” she replied.

“Then you shall have it, little one.” He paused. “But be careful what you wish for.” His sinister laugh shot through her veins like ice water. 

The blindfold may have concealed the windows to her soul, but she’d been laid bare before him. There was no turning back. 

She was now owned.

In Praise of Older Men

Throughout my adult life, I’ve always found myself attracted to older men. Sometimes older by a couple of years…and sometimes a couple of decades. While not always true, it’s generally been my experience that older men—especially more dominant men—are in possession of more knowledge, self-control, gravitas, patience, and perspective. And I can’t get enough of these qualities.

Mr. Elise is a bit older than yours truly. In fact, it’s one of the first things that attracted me to him. I was in a frenetic period in my life, and he provided balance, perspective, and care. He gave me the space to forge my own path while equipping me with structure and guidance. The attraction was irresistible.

Of course, it can be easy to over-romanticize our older gentlemen. After all, not every silver fox has a heart of gold. But for what it’s worth, I’d choose my older man again in a heartbeat. 

Hot Button Words

Does any one else have a word that triggers their kink-dar? I’m talking about those normal yet sneaky, seductive words that form part of everyday conversations at work or with friends, and when somebody uses one…wow. You’re squirming in your seat, adjusting yourself under the table, and thinking all manner of lascivious thoughts. 

You know the words I’m talking about, don’t you? 

Okay, in the interest of pulling back the curtain a bit, I’ll go ahead and share one of mine with you… Training.

Seems harmless enough, right? 

Well, maybe it was harmless until it entered my twisted little mind and burrowed its way into my submissive soul.

A Dom training a new submissive to give and receive pleasure, to perfect new positions, to adopt new practices, to come alive in the beauty of the gift that is their submission.

That same Dom training his submissive’s cute little ass to take his cock. 

A submissive training their mind to be still in the face of challenges and to look to their Dominant for comfort and reassurance.

Is it getting warm in here??

What are the words that ping your kink-dar? Please share in the comments, if you’re comfortable doing so – I’d love to weave these into a decidedly non-vanilla story for all of us to share!

Doms need TLC, too!

Following up on my piece on truthiness in erotica, I wanted to touch on the fallacy of the “Dom as cool, calm, collected, and in control at all times” notion. 

As someone with (ahem) submissive leanings, I would love to believe that Doms inherently know all the right things to do, say, and share at any given moment. Of course they do, right??

For example, I sleep better at night without worrying about the things that Mr. Elise has placed outside of my control. But even he catches the occasional man cold or gets stressed about work. He’s human.

And the Doms in my novels)? They’re seasoned (and devilishly handsome) experts at tuning into the needs of the women in their lives. But even they struggle with their own anxieties and shortcomings—agoraphobia, PTSD, navigating loss, etc. They’re human…well, kinda sorta.

The point is that occasionally Doms, just like the subs that adore and serve them, need some TLC, grace, and special attention. As Mr. Elise often reminds me, “We take care of each other, just in different ways.” 

So whether it’s a case of Domdrop, anxiety, frustration, stress, or something altogether different, it’s vital to find a way to tune into their needs, to meet them where they are, and to forge a path forward.

After all, they’re human.

Verisimilitudinous Kink

So, if you made it past the title and are now reading this, thank you for hanging in there! Despite what you might think, one of my kinks isn’t using big words…although I am an unabashedly hardcore sapiosexual.  

For those of you who don’t know and aren’t in the mood to waste a browser tab on looking it up (and I don’t blame you one bit), “verisimilitudinous” means having the appearance of being true or believable. It’s truthiness. 

I won’t speak for other BDSM, D/s, fetish, and/or erotica authors here, but from my own experience, I find that I skirt a razor’s edge of verisimilitude every time I sit down to write. 

I have to capture how the characters navigate their world, making sure that it’s sexy, yet focused enough to drive the plot. 

I have to describe intense scenes of power exchange, Dominance and submission, unorthodox practices, and sexual delights and torments that, in some cases, don’t even exist while capturing the very real emotional struggles and growth that come with these exchanges.

I have to draw from personal experience, when possible, while also making sure to not share too much.

The best kind of kink, for my money, is the verisimilitudinous kind. The kind that gives you just enough reality to suspend disbelief on some of the more far-fetched fantasy. The kind that pulls you into its world and holds you captive with curiosity, desire, and longing for what the characters are experiencing. The kind that sinks its teeth into your core and doesn’t let go until it’s through with you.

But for those of us who write erotic fiction, verisimilitudinous kink can be a liability. Where does the fantasy end and reality begin? How can you reconcile the extreme practices of some of your characters within the bounds of safe, sane, and consensual? 

And, most importantly, how to write this truth-y fiction without baring your soul to the entire world? 

There Should Be No Should

I’ve written elsewhere about the notion of the word “should.” It’s an insidious little word that sneaks its way into conversations all too easily and to great detriment to all. 

Are you sure you should do that?

Maybe you should try taking things slower/faster/a different way…

Even though this feels good, I shouldn’t want it, shouldn’t need it, shouldn’t crave it.

We’ve all said it; we’ve all heard it. And it never feels good. “Should” implies judgement of ourselves and others. Why bind ourselves to narrow, externally imposed constructs of what “should” be right, “should” be acceptable, “should” be pleasurable? (Unless, of course, being bound is what you like…)

And specifically, within the context of the BDSM, D/s, and other power exchange communities—provided you’re engaged in safe, sane, consensual practices—there should be no should.

I encourage us all to critically examine* our use of the word “should” and adapt accordingly.

* You know, I really shouldn’t split an infinitive like that.

(Here’s a link to the song I reference in the image above, in case you’d like to have a listen.)