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November 30, 2015
The Web Master’s SLUT Test #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Today I am sharing a snippet from my new 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. One of the first things her new Dom has Sophie do is answer the questions in his SLUT TEST. The language is rather graphic, but he uses this as a bit of a test to see if she can handle the intense nature of his cybertraining. Here’s a little taste from his email to her:
Her Web Master
So you think you’re ready to be an obedient little fucktoy?
Here are some questions that will delve into the core of you. Some questions are extremely important, others not as much, and others are meaningless. They are all mixed together, and you will have no idea which ones are which. I do this to keep your answers honest. You must answer all questions as truthfully as possible rather than giving answers you think I seek.
Of course to make these questions much more appealing, you will have a dildo pushed deep inside you while you answer. As you type the answer with one hand to each question you will also draw the answer letter-by-letter on your clit with a vibe or your finger. There will be no coming before, during, or after the test is complete. You may only select ONE answer for each question.
Make sure you type each answer and draw it on that fuck bud at the same time your cunt is filled…Understood? Are you ready to play?
You have twenty-four hours to complete this task.
1.) I need to…
a.) suck cock
b.) be mouth fucked
c.) taste cum
2.) Are you…
a.) a fucking sub-slut
b.) a pain whore
c.) a hungry li’l girl
3.) I need my nipples…
a.) pinched, twisted, and stretched
b.) clamped and pulled
c.) used and abused
4.) I need my ass…
a.) turned cherry red
b.) left burning from stings
c.) clawed and marked
5.) I come hardest from…
a.) my cunt being pounded
b.) my clit being hummed
c.) my ass being filled
Is that cunt wet yet?
6.) Training…
a.) I want it all
b.) I need it all
c.) I crave it all
7.) I am…
a.) an obedient plaything
b.) a hungry girl with a greedy cunt
c.) ready to be taken and shaped
8.) Control…
a.) I am so ready to give up control
b.) It scares me but I know I have a need
c.) Please, sir, help me explore
9.) Bondage…
a.) I ache to know more
b.) Make me tremble
c.) Show me the way
10.) Masturbation…
a.) I love the taste of my juices
b.) My cunt is my pet
c.) My clit aches to pop out and play
Are you building toward that sweet release?
11.) Cyber-training…
a.) I was wet all day thinking about the next session
b.) Oh, please, sir, I will comply
c.) It scares me but I know I have a need
For the rest of the test – 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
“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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November 29, 2015
Close Your Eyes, My Pet – Her Web Master #ScintillatingSunday
Welcome to Scintillating Sunday! Today I am sharing more with you from my new 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 picks up where last week’s left off, with Sophie about to meet the mysterious “MC” for the first time.
Her Web Master
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 things 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. Do you understand me?”
“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.”
Her Web MasterIntroductory price of .99 cents for a very limited time!
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 today while it’s at the introductory price of $0.99 (for a limited time)
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Please remember to visit the other Scintillating Sunday participants:
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November 22, 2015
Unmasking the Fantasy Dom #ScintillatingSunday #BDSM
Welcome to Scintillating Sunday! Today I will be sharing a passage with you from my new 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 picks up where last week’s left off, with Sophie about to meet the mysterious “MC” for the first time.
Her Web Master
I always insisted we not use a webcam, 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! 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 flesh, 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’ve 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 four 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, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. 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, possibly he had 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.
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?
“Refreshing…Captivating.” ~ Alpha Book Club
“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 today here:
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Please remember to visit the other Scintillating Sunday participants:
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November 20, 2015
CyberTraining – Demanding Dom Directs #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I will be sharing a passage with you from my new 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. 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
“Do I start with ‘one’ or ‘two’ since I already did one?” His clipped tone had me so flustered I wasn’t sure what to do.
“Begin again. Start with one and make it loud enough for me to hear.”
“One.” I struck my rear end with the spatula.
“Louder!”
“Two.” I did this one harder. “Is that better?”
“Is that better, sir,” he corrected. “Harder!”
I whimpered. “Sorry, sir. Three.” I hit myself with significantly more force this time, and it really hurt. Involuntarily, I drew in a quick breath, giving him an audible cue to my reaction to the pain.
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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November 19, 2015
Her Web Master #Excerpt #New Release #Giveaway
Her Web Master
by Normandie Alleman
Publication Date: November 11, 2015
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Genre: Erotic Romance
Synopsis
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity turned 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, and 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 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, dashing my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
Despite the knowledge that for every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.
And I am going to pay…
Excerpt
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. An only child, spoiled rotten by my 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 on a Thursday late 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 considering 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 only via Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
I always insisted we not use a webcam, 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! 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 flesh, 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’ve 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 four 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, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. 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, possibly he had 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 things 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. Do you understand me?”
“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.
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November 14, 2015
First Face-to-Face Meeting – Her Web Master #ScintillatingSunday #NewRelease #BDSMcouple
Welcome to Scintillating Sunday! Today I will be sharing a passage with you from my new release (priced at 99 cents for a limited time!), Her Web Master, an erotic novel that follows a jilted kindergarten teacher who finds an online Dominant to introduce her to the ways of submission. In this snippet, Sophie is about to see the mysterious “MC” for the first time.
Her Web Master
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. An only child, spoiled rotten by my 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 on a Thursday late 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 considering 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 only via Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
Her Web MasterIntroductory price of .99 cents for a very limited time!
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?
“Refreshing…Captivating.” ~ Alpha Book Club
“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
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November 13, 2015
Long Distance Spanking #SatSpanks #BDSM #NewRelease
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I will be sharing a passage with you from my new 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. In this snippet, Sophie has her first phone session with her Dom, and he proves to be quite the task master.
Her Web Master
“Are you prepared for our session? Did you do everything I asked?” He sounded angry, as though he expected me to answer “no” and was ready to punish me for it.”
“Yes,” I managed.
“Yes, sir,” he snarled, and I could have kicked myself for forgetting, but he’d gotten me frazzled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Grab your spatula and smack that ass with it.”
I picked up the black rubber spatula with the open slits running down the middle and whacked my backside with it. “Yes, sir.”
Her Web MasterIntroductory price of .99 cents for a very limited time!
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.
Pick up your copy today while it’s at the introductory price of $0.99 (for a limited time)
Amazon Amazon UK FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
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November 11, 2015
Meet “Her Web Master” #BDSM #NewRelease
Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM
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.
**AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED**
Introductory price of .99 cents for a very limited time!
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. An only child, spoiled rotten by my 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 on a Thursday late 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 considering 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 only via Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
I always insisted we not use a webcam, 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! 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 flesh, 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’ve 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 four 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, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. 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, possibly he had 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 things 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. Do you understand me?”
“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.
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of children, hunky husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587.
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November 10, 2015
Becoming Daddy’s Girl – Military Romance #TeaserTuesday
Becoming Daddy’s Girl
When Kimberly’s boss, Charles, deploys to Iraq before she can admit that she’s fallen in love with him, she intends to do her best to let him go and move on with her life, but everything changes after Charles suffers a near-fatal injury and comes home temporarily to recuperate.
Wounded or not, Charles isn’t going to let a girl like Kimberly slip through his fingers, and he doesn’t hesitate to let her know how he feels. She responds beautifully to his dominant lovemaking, and her willingness to submit to him only increases his desire for her. But when duty sends Charles back overseas, will it tear them apart or can Kimberly’s love for her daddy withstand the storms of war until he comes home and she can be his little girl again?
Publisher’s Note: Becoming Daddy’s Girl is a stand-alone prequel set in the world of the Daddy’s Girl series, and it incorporates characters from the first three books in the series, Daddy Morebucks, Daddy’s Game, and Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more.
What are People Saying About Becoming Daddy’s Girl?
“An amazing story about finding love when it is the worst possible timing and fighting for it with your last breath.” ~5 Stars, Jenny B. Harris, Goodreads
“Normandie Alleman is the best author of Daddy Dom/little girl romances around, and she always manages to make this slightly taboo BDSM kink sweetly romantic and extremely hot.” ~5 Stars, JJ’s Kinky Books
“I have read all of Normandie’s book and I believe this is one of the best…a realistic love story.” ~5 Stars, Laurel L., Goodreads
“An incredible love story fraught with fears of rejection on many levels. Charles is one of the most amazing male characters ever. In this world of rapid responses and hash tags and abbreviations the series of deeply touching letters (email) harken back to the days of quills and parchment paper and letters touching the heart. This book is so much more…I wish there was a sequel. I don’t want to see this story end!” ~5 Stars, Jan (Goodreads)
“When [Kimberly and Charles] finally get the chance to come together as a couple, the passion is not only off the charts hot, but beautifully emotional. The connection they have is deep and you can feel it in every page. Becoming Daddy’s Girl is by far the most emotionally charged book from Alleman to date…Amazing.” ~Five Emotionally Charged Stars, Miranda (Mommy’s a Book Whore)
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October 29, 2015
Cover Reveal – Her Web Master
Her Web Master
by Normandie Alleman
Publication Date: November 10, 2015
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Genre: Erotic Romance
Synopsis
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity turned 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, and 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 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, dashing my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
Despite the knowledge that for every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.
And I am going to pay…
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Meet the Author
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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