Today I’m starting a new feature here at Beyond Romance: Friday Friends.
I’ve been part of the erotica and romance writing communities for two and a half decades. I’m grateful to be surrounded and supported by so many talented and creative people. Over the years, they’ve critiqued my works in progress; shared my books through their blogs and social media; reviewed my stories; and buoyed my spirits when I’m feeling frustrated by the difficulty of reaching readers.
Beginning this week, at least one Friday per month I’ll be creating posts that showcase my author friends and their work. This isn’t just marketing. In many cases, I’ve read and reviewed their books, and can recommend them to my own readers.
Today I want to introduce you to the work of Lawrence Westerman, who writes femdom erotica that is sensitive as well as sensual. Although Lawrence’s work is sublimely kinky, it’s also intelligent and character-driven. His personal fascination with powerful, dominant women comes through clearly in every story he creates.
Here’s a sampling of his books.
Adoring slobs become devoted subs on the Hubby Improvement Plan!
Devin must clean up his act. He secretly loves serving Uma, but does he have what it takes to succeed?
Uma will settle for nothing less than absolute perfection. When Devin confesses his desire to serve, they embark on a journey from which there can be no return. Together they explore the outer limits of female domination—domestic servitude, strap-on play, corporal punishment, remote control domination, electro-play, enforced male chastity and sexual humiliation.
What happens when a loving couple plunges headlong into femdom? Sign up for the “Hubby Improvement Plan” and find out!
Only the fortune teller knows how deep the rabbit hole goes.
When Martin confesses his kinky desires to his beautiful wife Nicole, he doesn't know what kind of rabbit hole he’s fallen into. She enthusiastically embraces the dominant role. As she takes him deeper, he wonders—is she trying to put the spark back in their marriage—or gain control?
As Nicole reveals part of her past, he must confront his deepest fears. Can he endure the humiliation of being Nicole’s submissive cuckold? Only the fortune teller knows for sure.
Take
a deep dive into the dark heart of dominance and submission.
Bootboy has done the inexcusable. He stands accused of disrespecting Commander Lenore and defying her orders. Now he must defend himself before an unforgiving judge and nine pitiless, black-robed counselors, or face being banished from House Anais.
Why has Commander Lenore forsaken him? In a matriarchy like Ortheria, none will believe the word of a lowly male slave. Without his commander to serve, Bootboy's life will lose all meaning and purpose.
Never in the history of Ortheria has a slave been permitted to defend himself before the High Court. Bootboy has no memory of committing the offenses of which he’s been accused. He knows the charges against him are false, but his fate rests on his ability to win over the judge without knowing who is accusing him or why.
Bootboy’s Baptism of Fire is the first book of The Bootboy Chronicles, a trilogy blending femdom fantasy with sword and sorcery-style action. It takes place in Ortheria, a matriarchy where women rule and men are slaves. The stories chronicle the adventures of Commander Lenore and Bootboy as they defend Ortheria against rebel bandits and other dark forces seeking to destroy it.
Will Commander Lenore and Bootboy end up as flies caught in the Spider Queen’s web?
Bootboy is Commander Lenore’s devoted slave—serving at her feet, polishing her boots till they gleam, and protecting her with his life. Whether brandishing a sword in her service or satisfying her voracious carnal appetites, Bootboy’s allegiance is always to his commander.
When the sultry Lieutenant Sierra comes to visit, he must serve his female superiors on his knees while they make passionate love, laugh at his expense, and use him in the most intimate ways imaginable.
What more could a humble
slave ask for?
With the matriarchy in the grip of a terrible
plague, the commander, lieutenant, and Bootboy are called upon to
vanquish a malevolent force deep in the heart of Ravenwood. Frivolity
soon turns to terror when they are confronted by dark forces beyond
their understanding. In shadowy places far beneath the earth, their
strength and endurance are tested like never before. Caught between
two opposing forces, Bootboy is buffeted about like a rag doll in the
wind. Only his courage, loyalty, and devotion can prevent the
destruction of everything he loves.
I particularly love Lawrence’s Bootboy Chronicles series, which combines femdom tropes with epic fantasy. Here’s a spicy excerpt from Curse of the Spider Queen.
Excerpt
“Aren’t you going to say hello?” She pushed back her hood. Lieutenant Sierra seemed not to have aged since the last time I’d seen her. Her skin was impervious to wrinkles and had deepened to the color of chocolate in the sun. Her generous mouth seemed almost too wide for her face, but her smile lit up the room. When she removed her cloak, I saw her hair was bound in braids that hung around her shoulders and down her back like long black snakes. She wore brown leather armor and brown knee-high boots. Her body was sleek, muscular, and battle-ready. My heart filled with joy at the sight of her.
“Lieutenant! I’m so happy to see you! It’s been so long!”
“Lieutenant Sierra! You’re a sight for sore eyes! Welcome to House Anais!” Commander Lenore entered the room, hair tousled, with a blanket wrapped around her. She embraced her friend in a warm hug. As she did, the blanket dropped to the floor revealing her nakedness.
“It’s wonderful to see you again, Commander!” Lieutenant Sierra stood a full head taller than Commander Lenore. She placed a possessive hand on the commander’s bottom, pulling her in closer.
I watched transfixed as they kissed. The rich brown of the lieutenant's complexion was an enchanting contrast to the commander’s creamy whiteness. The commander opened her legs, pressing her mons against the lieutenant's leather boot as their tongues intertwined. When they finally disengaged, they grinned at each other.
“How long has it been?”
“Over ten years!”
“You haven’t aged a day. A wood nymph must have enchanted you.” Commander Lenore snapped her fingers. “Bootboy, where are your manners? Take the lieutenant's cloak and hang it up!”
“Right away, Commander.” As I took the lieutenant’s cloak, a little brown spider skittered outof the folds and ran up my arm. I hurriedly shook it off and crushed it underfoot.
“Another one of those spiders?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I replied with chagrin.
“Apologies. They seem to be everywhere these days,” she said to Lieutenant Sierra. “I’m so glad to see you. So happy you made it here safely from House Octavia.”
“Thank you, Commander. I almost didn’t. We encountered bandits on the road.”
“I was afraid of that. The roads aren’t safe for women or beasts anymore. Bootboy, have you forgotten how to greet a superior when she enters the room?”
Glaring at me sternly, Commander Lenore slipped on an elegant, black, satin robe. Her black hair was clustered, bushy, and unkempt around her face. A long silver streak ran dramatically down one side, so vivid it could have been painted there. She’d been napping and sleep still clung to her eyes. There was something infinitely adorable about her when she’d just awoken. Sometimes, I almost forgot she was a warrior capable of wiping out an entire platoon single-handed.
“Beg pardon, Lieutenant.” I knelt before Lieutenant Sierra and reverently kissed the toe of her boot, dusty and caked with mud. She reached down and ruffled my hair.
“I like his beard. It makes him look more like a boot man than a boot boy.”
“Thank you. It suits his position as my bull, though he’s really more like my slave. I can also lead him around by it.”
Lieutenant Sierra giggled.
“Remove her boots, slave. You'll clean and polish them later when you have time.”
Lieutenant Sierra extended her foot so I could remove her boot. I knelt before her, doing my best to pull it off without falling over backward. She offered me the other boot and I removed that one too. Her feet were fragrant, having been trapped in leather boots all day. I eagerly kissed her toes, savoring their delicious aroma.
“Don’t get carried away!” Commander Lenore laughed. “I have big news. At my request, Lieutenant Sierra is taking over as our captain of the guard. That means she’ll be taking over your combat training as well, little one.”
I hope you’ll check out Lawrence’s work.
https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B072BMFFGX/about
In addition to his books on Amazon, he also publishes on Medium.com. His bio is short and to the point: “As a lifelong devotee of femdom, I relish putting my fantasies & experiences into words.”
