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January 10, 2016
Sending His Sub on a Dirty Shopping Trip #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Today I am sharing a snippet from my book, Her Web Master, an erotic novel about a jilted kindergarten teacher who finds an online Dominant to introduce her to the ways of submission. Sophie’s new Dom is a real “do-it-yourself-er” when it comes to making training toys. Near the beginning of their relationship he sends her a list of things to acquire for their upcoming sessions in an email with the subject line SHOPPING TRIP.
Her Web Master
Sophie,
It’s time to take your submissiveness and put it on display in public. As you shop you will know what a dirty girl you are and maybe some strangers will pick up on it too, but the truth will remain your secret.
As you shop, you need a reminder in place, other than the articles you are shopping for. You will be shrouded in a deep, dark secret as you go about your business. Instead of your usual bra you will bind those sweet breasts with the duct tape I asked you to procure. Wind it around your body so that it holds those tits firmly in place. Wear a comfortable top and a skirt with no panties. You will need access to your fuckhole as you drive. I want you finger-fucking that cunt until you reach a red light, which will tell you to stop and remove your fingers. Once the light turns green, you will be back to fucking until you’re signaled to stop again by a stop sign or red light. You will keep fucking yourself until you get to your destination.
Most of the listed items will be readily available at a discount store but you may need to search elsewhere. As you select each item you will say aloud to yourself, “Thank you, sir.”
Once back on the road home it will be back to finger-fucking your sweetness.
When you arrive home you can release those aching breasts and write me about your experience with a cock inserted deep. In your response you will tell me what you believe is in my devious plans for each of the items.
If you believe you’ve been a good girl, you can take a shower and make yourself come hard.
WARNING: I have used this task before and believe me, your responses will tell me if you complied or not.
SHOPPING LIST
Small bag of 2” to 3” long wide elastic bands
Plastic spatula
Small plunger usually with a small red rubber end.
2 approx. 6’ plastic skipping ropes
Set of children’s wooden blocks
Roll of coarse twine (usually beige)
Clothespins
Pair of terrycloth wristbands
2 – 9” colored candles
Let’s keep the lust building.
MC
As I read his message, a tremor of anticipation rolled through me. Did he know just how important it was for my public persona to be that of a dignified, upstanding woman in the community? That I was just thinking about that before I read his email? He couldn’t have. He must be operating from the position that horny women who would agree to be submissive to a total stranger online would be the types who would be turned on by having a dirty little secret. I mean, that was the premise to the whole situation, right?
It didn’t mean he knew me.
I did as he asked, binding my breasts with the tape. It took more tape than I expected, and since I was worried about getting enough support for my D cup breasts, I may have overdone it. The result was a stiff, uncomfortable mass of tape that made one of my boobs start to ache before I even left for the store.
I threw on some clothes and drove to the big-box store in my neighborhood, finger-fucking myself all the way. The discomfort from the tape bra distracted me from finding much pleasure in the self-stimulation, but I followed directions, only ceasing when I stopped at the one stop sign between my house and the store.
Once I started finding items on the list, I mumbled, “Thank you, sir” each time I tossed an item into my cart, and to my surprise, it aroused me. While I perused the store, looking for things, my breasts ached even more. I was tempted to go to the restroom and rip off the tape, but I didn’t dare. After a while, the pain subsided, but soon it started to hurt again. I couldn’t wait to get home and remove that blasted tape bra!
As I crossed things off my list, I tried to figure out what MC would use them for. The elastic bands could be used to snap against my skin to cause pain. I wasn’t sure which kind he meant, so I got both the kind for tying one’s hair back and the rubber band kind. The spatula had to be for slapping. They didn’t have the plastic kind of jump ropes he requested, but I got two of them made from actual rope. If that wouldn’t work I’d have to find plastic ones somewhere else. I guessed those would be for tying me up. Just thinking about being bound made my heart race faster.
The blocks and the plunger? I had no idea. But the twine might be used for bondage, though it was kinda small. Maybe bondage for a Barbie doll… The wristbands, perhaps you tied them together with the twine somehow? I was scared the clothespins would be clipped to sensitive spots, like nipples, and the candles must be for dripping wax. They only had 8” candles in the whole store, so I got them. He said 9” ones, and I had no idea how much of a stickler he would be. I could envision myself returning them and having to visit sixteen stores trying to find 9” ones, or suffer the wrath of Sir. And even though I didn’t really know what that might entail at this point, I was pretty sure it would be undesirable.
On the way home, fucking myself was a turn on, and before I came back into the house I licked my juices from my fingers, feeling incredibly wanton. As soon as I brought my purchases in from the car, I removed my shirt and tore off the tape. It stung slightly, and left a tingly, tender-type feeling on my breasts for about ten minutes, and I was never so happy to put on a regular bra in my life.
I emailed MC my reactions, my guesses as to their uses, and told him that I found everything on the list except the blocks. I would have to go to another store to find those. At the end of the message, I added the following:
I wondered about your warning. Of course I would do this task. You needn’t question that. I am enjoying training, and I wouldn’t tell you I’ve done something if I didn’t.
Honesty is important in this process, on both sides. I think I behaved like a good girl. Now I’m really looking forward to making myself come.
Thank you, sir.
~Sophie
Sophie,
This shopping trip was a very good experience for you, and you performed well. Do you now have a better understanding of where we can go with your training?
You do need the blocks, and you will let me know when you have them.
For the most part you have a good idea of what the items will be used for, and the others will remain a mystery until we need to use them in a phone session.
I hope you made that cunt come hard today… you were a good girl so you earned it.
Here’s how a phone session will work. We will set up a time and date. I will supply you a set of instructions hours before we meet, and you will have everything in place, set to go, and be dressed as per my instructions. There will be no personal conversation about how we are, or the weather, etc. I will take you immediately into the session provided you are completely ready. If you’re not ready, the first part of the session will be all about punishment. Understood?
The best way to set this up will be using Skype without the video feature. That way you keep your privacy, there are no long-distance charges, and you have both hands free to do what is instructed.
You will need to set up a Skype account, which is free of charge. My Skype is MasterC. Let me know when you are set up with Skype and what your username is. We will set up a session for Wednesday or Thursday around midnight CDT.
Be a good li’l girl and look for your next task soon.
MC
My pussy creamed. A phone session. That meant I would hear his voice. What would it be like? Harsh? Deep? For sure. Sexy? Definitely. At least in my mind it was. I stripped down and floated into the shower. Thank God for handheld showerheads…
You can pick up your copy of Her Webmaster here:
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Her Web Master
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
What are People Saying about Her Web Master?
“Sinfully Delicious & Wickedly Naughty” ~Kindle Nation Daily
“Probably one of the dirtiest books I have ever read. No, hands down, the dirtiest… ‘Her Web Master’ absolutely pushes boundaries, is completely original and all consuming right from the start (but do heed the warning). The writing is impeccable, the characters likable and intriguing and the sex BLAZING HOT!” ~Author Natasha Knight
“Pure Genius…My favorite book boyfriend of all time.” ~ILuvReading.com
“Hands down the dirtiest talker I have ever read.” ~Mommy’s A Book Whore
“Dirty, sexy and hotter than all hell this book is smoldering. Need something to stir you up, then you have picked up the right book!” ~ 5 Stars, The Book Fairy Reviews
“Who would have thought having a Dom on the internet could be as exciting as this?! This book is one sexy, gratifying tale!” ~5 Stars, EBooks Galore
Pick up your copy of Her Web Master today!
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Please remember to visit the other Masturbation Monday participants.
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January 8, 2016
First Chapter FREE – Her WEB MASTER!
The first chapter of Her Web Master is really the prologue. Here, in this sample from the beginning of Her Web Master we meet Sophie who has been having an online/phone D/s relationship with a Dom she’s never seen before – and the two are about to meet. Take a look…
Prologue
I stared at the ice cubes in my glass, all that was left of my first drink. I was only allowed two, so I relished the sensation as bourbon sank deliciously into my bloodstream, numbing me ever so slightly. I tried to wait patiently for the next cocktail to arrive, but patience had never been my strong suit. As an only child, spoiled rotten by parents who’d all but given up on having children when I came along, I wasn’t accustomed to waiting. But today of all days, I needed that next drink to calm my frayed nerves.
The restaurant at the Omni Hotel wasn’t crowded, about what one expected late on a Thursday afternoon. The elegant décor looked to be the result of a recent remodel, and I wondered who had done it. My mother would want to know the name of the designer. She served as the director of Fort Worth’s Junior Cotillion, as well as on a number of museum boards, and she’d taught me to stay abreast of all things related to the arts, but right now the hotel’s new look only helped distract me from an imminent meeting with the most important man in my life.
I was excited yet anxious, because this would be my first meeting with my lover.
Our first meeting face-to-face.
He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear. My hair wasn’t choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It always misbehaved.
I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my friends had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.
Sure it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that could never have been met by my philandering husband. I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.
What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir,” but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated via Skype, email, chats, and the occasional phone call, never seeing one another. That is, until today.
I had insisted we not use cameras, even though he implored me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher at one of Fort Worth’s finest preparatory schools, and I couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped during our play sessions. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination.
But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
The waiter set my second bourbon in front of me. Always cognizant of my manners, I thanked him with a smile. I had been born into one of the wealthiest families in Texas and I’d been given every advantage. I attended the right boarding schools, wore the right clothes, and behaved as any proper debutante should. And what had that gotten me?
An unfulfilling marriage to an unfaithful jackass and a lifetime of trying to meet other people’s expectations rather than my own. I sipped my drink then smiled. But not today. Today I was doing what I wanted for a change.
I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past few months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d daydreamed about.
Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero in a book. When a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. It was always a disappointment.
I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I pictured him wearing glasses, and possibly a beard.
In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that was captivating. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that. I wanted to please him.
Draining my second drink, I considered a third. I sighed deeply at the thought of the swats that MC would rain down on me for breaking his two-drink maximum. It made me wriggle in my chair, and the excitement between my legs spread down into my toes. My phone showed it was 5:12, and my tummy tightened. Any minute now… He told me he would be here at 5:15. The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice came from behind my chair. It was a sound I’d come to crave, and hearing it sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in time, to stop while things were still beautiful between us, before reality could mar the fantasy.
A hand circled my nape. His touch was like an electric current, setting my skin aflame. I leaned back against his fingers, shamelessly aching for more, though I knew I should maintain my composure because we were in a public place. But it was all I could do not to moan out loud.
He wrapped my long hair over his wrist and gripped it firmly. “I see you were looking at your phone. Did you think I’d be late?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Good. I’m going to sit beside you, to your left, but you will keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?” He pulled my hair tight, and I immediately wondered if anyone in the restaurant noticed.
“Yes, sir.” My heart thumped hard in my chest.
“That’s better.”
He let go of my hair, and I yearned for him to touch me again. I kept my eyes closed, though I knew I must look an odd spectacle.
“Was that your second drink?”
I nodded.
“I expect you to answer me properly.”
I squirmed in my seat. “Yes, sir.”
“Would you like another one?”
“Yes, but you said I could only have two.”
“Do you plan to be a good girl today?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Since you followed my directions so well and this is something of a special occasion, you may have another one. What would you like?”
“I’ll have a bourbon and water, please, sir.”
“That’s a mighty strong drink for a young lady.”
I wasn’t that young, but I appreciated the chivalrous thought. “My grandmother taught me that if you drink bourbon and water it won’t sneak up on you the way sweeter drinks will. That way a lady can always take care of herself.”
“Smart woman, your grandmother.”
I listened as he ordered more drinks, my eyes closed the whole time, feeling ridiculous. Then I gave up and lowered my head, pretending to look at the ground. I’d spent my entire life being worried about what people thought of me. It was exhausting, trying to be perfect all the time.
Part of me was dying to cheat, to open my eyes to see what this dynamic man actually looked like, while the other part was enjoying the game and wished it could go on forever. Because once I saw his face, nothing between us would ever be the same. The fantasy would disappear, replaced by a yet-to-be-known reality, with only a few of the fragments of our mutual projection remaining.
“Give me your hand under the table.”
I obeyed, and the sharp tongs of a dinner fork stroked my fingers, my palm, then they traveled up my wrist, up my forearm to the inside of my elbow.
I exhaled.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What does that remind you of?”
“Other things you like to do with forks.”
“Where do you want to use those forks?”
“My breasts,” I said, hearing the catch in my breath. Then I heard the clink of glasses indicating that the waiter had arrived with a tray of drinks.
MC leaned in close, and I caught a hint of his warmth, his woodsy scent. He was more intoxicating than the liquor. He snaked an arm around me and growled, “Don’t you dare open your eyes.”
I felt faint with lust and I grasped the sides of my chair to hold myself steady, grateful I was already seated.
“Here are your drinks,” the waiter said cheerily.
“Wonderful! We’re just playing a little game here. Aren’t we, dear?” MC said evenly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good, sir.” I heard the waiter scurry away.
Something cold and wet touched my lips. A glass?
“Take a sip.” His voice soothed me. Hearing it so close made me want to reach out and touch him so badly, but I didn’t dare. Not without permission.
Taking a drink, I savored the velvety texture of the alcohol as it slid down my throat.
“You are being such a good girl tonight, Sophie. I think you just might earn those forks after all.” Under the table he caressed my thigh with his palm. “I see you’re wearing a skirt like I asked. Stick your fingers down there into your pussy, two of them. I want to see how wet you are.”
“Right now? Here?” I felt a blush creep into my cheeks.
“Of course. No one here is looking at you. No one but me knows what a hungry little slut you are. But I want you to show me. Show me how wet you are for me right now. I want to see it on your fingers.”
I bit my lip but nodded my assent.
The fact that I wasn’t supposed to open my eyes made the task all the more terrifying. I had no idea whether people were looking at me or not. Would he tell me the truth about that? The situation forced me to throw caution to the wind and trust him. I prayed that no one was paying any attention. Thank goodness a tablecloth sheltered me.
I slid my right hand under the tablecloth, hiked my skirt up between my legs, and pushed my panties to the side. Plunging my index and middle finger into my wetness, I swirled them around, retrieving the honeyed evidence of my arousal for his inspection.
With my hand still under the table I asked, “Now what?”
“Now I want you to taste your juices.”
I gasped. “You can’t be serious. I can’t do that here.”
“Oh yes, you will do it here.”
I whimpered. My pussy was on fire with desire, and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything in my whole life.
I lifted my moistened fingers to my parted lips and tasted myself.
“Good girl,” he said, and I heard the familiar hoarseness that I knew meant he was aroused. I swallowed hard, waiting for further instructions.
In that gravelly, commanding voice I’d grown to adore, he said, “Now my dear, I want you to open your eyes.”
Pick up your copy here:
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Her Web Master
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
What are people saying about “Her Web Master”?
“‘Her Web Master’ absolutely pushes boundaries, is completely original and all-consuming right from the start…The writing is impeccable, the characters likable and intriguing and the sex BLAZING HOT!” ~Bestselling Author Natasha Knight
“Pure Genius…My favorite book boyfriend of all time.” ~ILuvReading.com
“Hands down the dirtiest talker I have ever read.” ~Mommy’s A Book Whore
“A kinky, sexy as sin read!” ~Book Boyfriend Hangover
“This book made me step out of my comfort zone and take a leap of faith. It was dirty. It was wrong. It was intense. It was passionate. From the very beginning, you are drawn into this story… wanting answers and to meet this mysterious man…Erotic romance at its finest except this author took those boundaries and pushed them to the max.” ~Brianna at Renee Entress’ Blog
“Sinfully Delicious & Wickedly Naughty” ~Kindle Nation Daily
“Who would have thought having a Dom on the internet could be as exciting as this?! This book is one sexy, gratifying tale!” ~EBooks Galore
Pick up your copy here:
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
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January 1, 2016
Snowed In? Let this Sexy Online Book Boyfriend Keep You Warm
Welcome to my stop on the Snowed In? So Read Giveaway Hop. I’m Normandie Alleman and I write erotic romances for readers 18+. As a thank you for hopping with us, I’m giving away an eBook of your choice from my backlist. I also have a special Winter Giveaway for a Kindle Fire and a $25 Amazon Gift Card that I’d love for you to enter.
My latest release, Her Web Master, is about a jilted kindergarten teacher who decides to expand the bounds of her sensuality via the computer and stumbles upon a Dominant who offers to “cyber train” eager submissives. Curious, Sophie signs up with the caveat “No cameras.” But the more addicted Sophie becomes to the man she calls “Sir,” the more she craves the experience of being with a real man of flesh and blood.
Since we’re at the beginning of a new year, I thought I’d share an excerpt from the beginning of the book, and the beginning of a new journey for our heroine. Sophie’s husband has left her. Her friend convinces her to go out and have some fun, and they run into a handsome young man who has BDSM experience, though Sophie doesn’t know it yet…
(Rated R) Excerpt from Her Web Master
Tapping Brett on the shoulder, I shouted over the music. “I’ve got to go home.”
“Let me take you,” he said in my ear.
“You don’t have to.”
Brett grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. Shelby saw us leaving and waved from the dance floor. Outside in the parking lot, the air was damp and the clouds cloaked the moon from view.
His hands were on my face, and his lips covered mine. My arousal had been building all night and I wanted to be kissed badly, so I surrendered to him. My mouth opened to meet his, eager for his assault. Hungrily, we explored each other, and I wound my hands around his waist.
He released me for a moment and led me by the hand around the side of the building. He pressed my body up against a brick wall. His left hand climbed up my right stocking until he got to my crotch. Even though it was pitch black I sensed his excitement as he caressed me.
Brett licked his lips. “What? You didn’t think I was going to find your pussy?” His right hand reached my crotch after traveling up my other leg. “Surely you know better than that.”
“Oh god,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. If we were anywhere else, I’d want him to fuck me right now, but not in a parking lot.
“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded, my inevitable embarrassment tempered by the alcohol I’d drank.
He brushed his hand across the top of my blouse. “I’ll bet your nipples are hard.”
I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t used to anyone speaking so provocatively to me.
“You’ve got my dick so hard. So hard that I might just break right through those stockings.” He pressed his bulging erection against the inside of my thigh, making me gasp.
“See that white BMW over there?” Brett asked. It was difficult to see in the dark, but a white car shone in the dim light from a faraway streetlamp.
“Y-y-yes.”
“I want you to bend over and put your hands on the front of it,” he commanded.
A slight tremor of fear rocked me, but my pussy creamed and my breasts strained against my blouse. “I-I can’t have sex with you.” My voice trembled. It had been a long time since I’d been in a situation like this.
“That’s all right. What I want to do to you is for your pleasure. You don’t have to give me anything in return. Just do what I say.”
His offer made me skeptical even with the alcohol buzzing my brain, but I wanted him and I was feeling rebellious so I walked with him over to the car.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
“But…”
“Close them,” he snarled.
“Okay,” I squeaked.
“I’m going to take care of you, Sophie. I’m going to give you what you need, but you have to trust me. Okay? Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
He pulled up my skirt, and a cool draft of air blew across my ass. I felt my stocking rip, exposing my bare bottom cheeks. Then he tore away my thong, leaving my cunt exposed to the entire and complete world. I whimpered, and my body began to shiver, not from cold, but from the humiliation of it.
Her Web Master
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
What are people saying about “Her Web Master”?
“‘Her Web Master’ absolutely pushes boundaries, is completely original and all-consuming right from the start…The writing is impeccable, the characters likable and intriguing and the sex BLAZING HOT!” ~Bestselling Author Natasha Knight
“Pure Genius…My favorite book boyfriend of all time.” ~ILuvReading.com
“Hands down the dirtiest talker I have ever read.” ~Mommy’s A Book Whore
“A kinky, sexy as sin read!” ~Book Boyfriend Hangover
“This book made me step out of my comfort zone and take a leap of faith. It was dirty. It was wrong. It was intense. It was passionate. From the very beginning, you are drawn into this story… wanting answers and to meet this mysterious man…Erotic romance at its finest except this author took those boundaries and pushed them to the max.” ~Brianna at Renee Entress’ Blog
“Sinfully Delicious & Wickedly Naughty” ~Kindle Nation Daily
“Who would have thought having a Dom on the internet could be as exciting as this?! This book is one sexy, gratifying tale!” ~EBooks Galore
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December 28, 2015
Happy Holidays! – New Years Writing Inspiration
Happy Holidays!
Since I’ve become a writer I’ve developed a sincere appreciation for this song by Dan Fogelberg. It’s poignant, touching, and something most people can relate to. As a writer, I love how he creates a mood and affects your emotions. Hope you enjoy the video.
Happy New Year!
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December 23, 2015
Kinky New Year’s Blog Hop with Her Web Master #Giveaway
Kinky New Year’s Eve Blog Hop
Welcome to my stop on the Kinky New Year’s Eve Blog Hop. As a thank you for hopping with us, I’m giving away an eBook of your choice from my backlist. I also have a special Winter Giveaway for a Kindle Fire and a $25 Amazon Gift Card that I’d love for you to enter.
My latest release, Her Web Master, is about a jilted kindergarten teacher who decides to expand the bounds of her sensuality via the computer and stumbles upon a Dominant who offers to “cyber train” eager submissives. Curious, Sophie signs up with the caveat “No cameras.” But the more addicted Sophie becomes to the man she calls “Sir,” the more she craves the experience of being with a real man of flesh and blood.
Since this is a kinky blog hop, I’m sharing an excerpt to give you a taste of the kinky things these two get up to with an email from her online Dom, MC to Sophie about their upcoming phone session.
On the day of our first phone session I received this message:
Are you going to be ready to play tonight?
Have you been a good girl and tried your fuck-chair arrangements?
Do you have all your toys built?
Are you ready to be my fucktoy?
Are you ready to be taken and abused on Skype?
Are you ready to come hard like a helpless bitch?
MC
Nervous but excited, I sent him back a message answering in the affirmative to his questions. Then I got everything ready—my chair with the elaborate setup that would allow me to ride a cock, my headset and microphone for hands-free play, my array of toys all close by on the bed, and a fully charged laptop. Now if I could just survive the wait… My stomach churned with a mixture of nerves and excitement all day.
My skin felt clammy, so I cranked up the air conditioner. I wasn’t just nervous about the pain that I was afraid might be inflicted upon me (or that I might inflict upon myself at the command of the man on the other end of the line). It was also the fact that I would actually be talking to him.
Up until now, I had been following along with his instructions via email. Because of the medium, his communications should have had all the personality of a paper how-to instruction manual. Yes, somehow his persona came through anyway. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that a guy who’d had fifteen subs in the past wasn’t recycling a majority of his material. I mean, he acts as a teacher of sorts, and I was familiar with that. I knew when you utilize a certain curriculum the best you can do is try to tailor it to the individual student.
But tonight, our interaction would be give and take—a conversation. And even if he used “old tricks,” he probably wouldn’t be reading from a script, though he did seem organized and so serious about training that I wouldn’t put it past him to refer to a set of notes.
Tonight I would hear his voice for the first time. He would become a real person to me. Like Pinocchio becoming a real boy, he would transform from a cold, wooden voice on the other end of a cyber-connection into a flesh-and-blood man, at least as far as my ears were concerned. The prospect both thrilled me and made me want to vomit.
The whale-call sound of Skype broke me of my reverie. I took a gulp of air and clicked the cursor to “answer” with my already-sweaty finger.
“Hello?” I squeaked.
“Sophie?” he asked. His voice was low and gravelly, not unlike what I’d expected.
Her Web Master
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
What are people saying about “Her Web Master”?
“‘Her Web Master’ absolutely pushes boundaries, is completely original and all-consuming right from the start…The writing is impeccable, the characters likable and intriguing and the sex BLAZING HOT!” ~Bestselling Author Natasha Knight
“Pure Genius…My favorite book boyfriend of all time.” ~ILuvReading.com
“Hands down the dirtiest talker I have ever read.” ~Mommy’s A Book Whore
“A kinky, sexy as sin read!” ~Book Boyfriend Hangover
“This book made me step out of my comfort zone and take a leap of faith. It was dirty. It was wrong. It was intense. It was passionate. From the very beginning, you are drawn into this story… wanting answers and to meet this mysterious man…Erotic romance at its finest except this author took those boundaries and pushed them to the max.” ~Brianna at Renee Entress’ Blog
“Sinfully Delicious & Wickedly Naughty” ~Kindle Nation Daily
“Who would have thought having a Dom on the internet could be as exciting as this?! This book is one sexy, gratifying tale!” ~5 Stars, EBooks Galore
Pick up your copy here:
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
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December 15, 2015
Winter Giveaway – Enter to Win a Kindle Fire and a $25 Gift Card
I’m giving away a PINK Kindle Fire HD 6 & $25 Amazon Gift Card!
This is my NEW Winter Giveaway – It ends January 9th. Enter the Rafflecopter below for a chance to win a PINK Kindle Fire HD 6 (USA only) and a $25 Amazon GC (International).
Extra special hugs for my readers who sign up for my new release text alerts as an entry. Text subscribers will have access to an awesome contest just for them next year. Plus, if you like my books, it’s such a quick and easy way to know a new one is out. No spamming of course. Please tell your friends about my giveaway.
Good luck and Happy Holidays!
(Here’s a mobile link in case that doesn’t work for you on your phone.)
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December 13, 2015
Will CyberTraining be Heaven or Hell? #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Today I am sharing a snippet from my latest release, Her Web Master, an erotic novel about what happens when a jilted kindergarten teacher finds an online Dominant to introduce her to the ways of submission. This excerpt is from the beginning of her training when Sophie is still getting to know her new Cyber Dom and she has lots of questions.
Her Web Master
As I read it I felt the intimacy between us build. It was as if I were hearing back from a lover, and in a way, I guess I was.
Sophie,
First of all I would never ever share any information with anyone else. When it comes to training, trust is the most important ingredient. Both parties need reassurance and the right comfort level to keep moving forward while increasing intensity.
I need you to thoroughly understand that this is all about you and your growth as a good plaything. I need to know that this is something you want and feel you absolutely need.
We can definitely do chat and phone as well as emailing tasks, but not knowing your time restraints yet is cumbersome. We will develop a better understanding of when the play times are best for both of us as we go deeper.
My best work is done over cam and by limiting the forums we use it will also stunt your growth as a sub. We can always work around it, and as we progress you will get a much better feel for how play sessions evolve.
My goal is to make you ache every single day and have your training at the top of your mind at all times. You will see as we advance, the thought of our play will creep into your life and keep you on edge, looking forward to the next task or play time.
Training never really ends, although you will always take experiences away from what you’re learning now. You will build a hunger like you would never experience in a vanilla lifestyle.
I will be sending a new task with a set of instructions sometime later for you to play tomorrow. This task is a little more intense and the expectations to do it right are greater. I will also work on putting together a list for you so that you will have the materials you need for our play. The supplies will not be very expensive, as I like to use ordinary household objects to construct toys for the most part.
Tonight when you go to bed you will lie on your stomach, legs spread, hand underneath you where you can work your little clit with your finger. I want you to keep drawing letters to build words relating to BDSM. ie: b-o-n-d-a-g-e, w-h-i-p-s, c-u-m-s-l-u-t, and any other words of your desires and fetishes.
While you toy with your fuck bud you will suck, bite, and nibble on the thumb of the other hand as you would a hard cock.
Tonight you can make that sweet cunt come but make sure you pleasure that clit for as long as you can hold out.
Understood?
You will write me tomorrow morning and detail your bedtime play. Understood?
Be a good girl.
MC
MC,
I understand your instructions. I have one more question. What does MC stand for?
Being good,
~Sophie
Sophie,
It stands for Master Commander.
Will you be working that hot little clit and sucking cock tonight?
Be a good girl.
MC
I giggled as I wrote:
MC,
Now I’m going to be picturing you as Russell Crowe in that movie, Master and Commander.
Oh yes, I will be.
Do your cyber-subs get attached to you?
~Sophie
Sophie,
You may picture me however you like. It is your fantasy.
I have been cyber-training for about the last five years and had as many as fifteen sub-sluts over that time. Of all those, only one became very attached and sadly we had to part ways for that reason.
Make sure you work that clit good. Tease it and don’t give in to the desire to come. Make it last, make it swell, and make that fuckhole come hard. Find many, many words to spell before you allow that sweet, needed release.
Be a good girl.
MC
His words thrilled me, but they scared me too. What if I became attached to him? Having recently been rejected by my husband, I must be needy. What if I was the next sub he had to cut loose—the next one who lost her head over him and his addicting control? Here I was escaping into this fantasy world of the internet… The entire experience smelled of danger, but I continued on like I’d fallen down a dark, slippery slide, even though I wasn’t sure if I’d wind up in heaven or hell.
Want more? You can pick up your copy of Her Webmaster here:
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Her Web MasterAn online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
What are People Saying about Her Web Master?
“Sinfully Delicious & Wickedly Naughty” ~Kindle Nation Daily
“Probably one of the dirtiest books I have ever read. No, hands down, the dirtiest… ‘Her Web Master’ absolutely pushes boundaries, is completely original and all consuming right from the start (but do heed the warning). The writing is impeccable, the characters likable and intriguing and the sex BLAZING HOT!” ~Author Natasha Knight
“Pure Genius…My favorite book boyfriend of all time.” ~ILuvReading.com
“An erotic exploration that pushes beyond boundaries and even further down a path to self-discovery. Sophie and MC will take you above and beyond the status quo–the inventive ways MC masters from afar will leave you panting for more. I’ll never look at a fork the same way again.” ~Miranda, Mommy’s A Book Whore
“This book made me step out of my comfort zone and take a leap of faith. It was dirty. It was wrong. It was intense. It was passionate. From the very beginning, you are drawn into this story… wanting answers and to meet this mysterious man…This book was hot, sexy, and so freaking naughty that it made me blush. It is erotic romance at its finest except this author took those boundaries and pushed them to the max.” ~Brianna at Renee Entress’ Blog
“Dirty, sexy and hotter than all hell this book is smoldering. Need something to stir you up, then you have picked up the right book!” ~ The Book Fairy Reviews
“Who would have thought having a Dom on the internet could be as exciting as this?! This book is one sexy, gratifying tale!” ~ EBooks Galore
Pick up your copy of Her Web Master today!
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Please remember to visit the other Masturbation Monday participants.
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December 11, 2015
Dildos, Spatulas, and Phone Calls #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I will be sharing a passage with you from my book, Her Web Master, an erotic novel about what happens when a jilted kindergarten teacher finds an online Dominant to introduce her to the ways of submission. In this snippet, Sophie and her Dom are engaging in their first phone session with her Dom, and he has just asked her to count while spanking her bottom with a spatula.
Her Web Master
“That’s a good girl.” The words dripped from his lips like the sweetest honey, and my cunt creamed. I closed my eyes and shivered. That was what I wanted, what I craved—his approval. Him telling me I was a good girl. It spoke to something deep inside me, and I knew then that I would do anything this man asked.
“Keep going.”
I jarred myself from my lusty daze and kept spanking myself, each time verbalizing a number, in the back of my mind praying I wouldn’t lose count.
When I got to ten, he said, “Good girl. Now straddle that cock and ride it.”
I was wet enough that I parted my legs, sat down with my lips hovering over it, and the dildo slid inside me relatively easily. My ass landed on the pillow and I was filled with cock. I closed my eyes and almost forgot it was made of rubber.
Her Web MasterAn online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
What are people saying about “Her Web Master”?
“‘Her Web Master’ absolutely pushes boundaries, is completely original and all-consuming right from the start…The writing is impeccable, the characters likable and intriguing and the sex BLAZING HOT!” ~Bestselling Author Natasha Knight
“Pure Genius…My favorite book boyfriend of all time.” ~ILuvReading.com
“Hands down the dirtiest talker I have ever read.” ~Mommy’s A Book Whore
“A kinky, sexy as sin read!” ~Book Boyfriend Hangover
“Smoldering” ~ The Book Fairy Reviews
“Who would have thought having a Dom on the internet could be as exciting as this?! This book is one sexy, gratifying tale!” ~5 Stars, EBooks Galore
Pick up your copy here:
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Please remember to visit the other Saturday Spankings participants:
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December 5, 2015
25 Days of Authors – Holiday Kindle & $25 Gift Card #Giveaway
Meet 50 Amazing Authors and Enter to WIN a Kindle Fire and an Amazon Gift Card!
Dec. 2nd
Marsha Casper Cook
Kellie Wallace
Dec. 3rd
Cleo Scornavacca
Alexandrea Weis
Dec. 4th
Lauren McKeller
Sharon Bayliss
Dec. 5th
Jessa Jacobs
Jeanine Binder
Dec. 6th
Sidonia Rose
Lee Ryder
Dec. 7th
L.L. Hunter
Alivia Anders
Dec. 8th
Eliza Tilton
Christy Sloat
Dec. 9th
Kinsey Taylor
Jessica Gomez
Dec. 10th
Cheryllynn Dyess
Zrinka Jelic
Normandie Alleman
Dec. 11th
Twyla Turner
Dec. 12th
K.A. Last
Misha Elliott
Dec. 13th
Daniele Lanzarotta
Jennifer Lane
Dec. 14th
Belinda Boring
Colleen Nye
Dec. 15th
Stacey Nash
Melissa A. Hanson
Dec. 16th
Kelly Moran
JC Stockli
Dec. 17th
Rae Z. Ryans
AJ Storm
Dec. 18th
Apryl Baker
Dee Bockler
Dec. 19th
Karli Rush
Bridget Blackwood
Dec. 20th
Dzintra Sullvan
Dorine White
Dec. 21st
ML Preston
Alathia Paris Morgan
Dec. 22nd
Desiree Aragon
Nona Raines
Dec. 23rd
Sherri Crowder
L Wilder
Dec. 24th
Alaina Stanford
Julie Bailes /Jewel Nicole
Dec. 25th
Margarita Felices
Solease M Barner
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December 1, 2015
Poor Little Daddy’s Girl Nominated for Golden Flogger Award – Best #BDSM Book of the Year
The third book in the Daddy’s Girl Series, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl has been nominated for Golden Flogger Best BDSM book of the year in the Light BDSM category by the BDSM Writers Con for 2016. I’m so honored to have my book nominated. The list of nominees is outstanding. You can check them out here.
Poor Little Daddy’s Girl was released in January 2015, and it tells the love story of rich girl Charmaine and Hunter, the firefighter who makes it his mission to tame her. (And I have to admit, of all my Daddy Doms, I think I am the most in love with Hunter. I’m a sucker for a firefighter.)
Poor Little Daddy’s Girl
Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamour hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.
When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.
Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?
Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.
What are People Saying about Poor Little Daddy’s Girl?
A Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK!
“I’ve always said that Daddy’s Game by Normandie was my go to for a naughty read and that it was my favourite but Natron and Carmen…you gotta go!! Because there is a new couple in town and they are taking over everything! In this book we have the very ‘oh good lord’ handsome Hunter, he is a firefighter we met in Daddy’s game and he is also the big gorgeous hero who saved Charmaine after she was a very careless naughty girl!! I will continue about Hunter but first can I just say that I think Hunter is the best Daddy so far!!…This book had me at start to finish and it’s my favourite one now because these two made me laugh and made me blush but also made me weep. All in all, this is a great read for anyone who has all different kinks up their alley, Normandie done it again and written a brilliant book and one that will be my go to. I can’t wait to read more by her.” ~JoAnne on Amazon UK
“It’s extremely hard to find an author who can write a Daddy/little girl book with great character development and storyline without heavily focusing on the smutty aspects of the relationship. Don’t get me wrong, there is some seriously hot smut in this book, but the story is there to provide a great balance. Not to mention amazing character development and growth…If you are a fan of romance with a twist of kink and a bit of the forbidden side of a BDSM relationships this is the book for you.” ~The Head Whore at Mommy’s a Book Whore
“I snapped this book up and devoured it…This book is well written and a page turner. And the sex is hot, Hot, HOT! I don’t normally read Daddy/babygirl stories, but this is twice now that I’ve read them by Normandie Alleman. There isn’t a lot of age play, but you get the point that they are Daddy and babygirl without it. Ms. Alleman writes about the lifestyle, of which I’m a part, with respect and well researched stories.” ~nd, Goodreads Librarian
“A great story filled with love, loss, hurt, betrayal, understanding and sex that will leave you panting.” ~Samaris on Amazon
“Charmaine is a character who grows on you, one you will eventually end up loving… another great story.” ~Amy B. on Goodreads
“I loved the first two Daddy’s Girl series but this one is my new favorite…” Laurel on Amazon
You can read the first chapter here.
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