Whips, Wax and a Wicked Confession

By Jasmine Hill (Guest Blogger)

Hello everyone! I am delighted and privileged to be here at Beyond Romance today and I would like to give Lisabet a big thank you for inviting me. I am thrilled to announce that I have recently published by debut novel From Leather to Lace through Total-E-Bound publishing.

Entering the world of publishing has been a very exciting time for me, complete with various learning curves. I have had to venture into the confusing (and to me, seemingly limitless) domain of social media. I have also had to learn how best to establish and promote my pen-name and book, and cut my teeth on blogging and everything involved with that aspect of public sharing and posting. All that being said, I have decided to share with you today, an experience of mine that has provided, in part, my novel inspiration and interest in BDSM.

BDSM has always intrigued me. I think it’s a combination of things – the lifestyle, the toys, the Dominant/submissive aspect and of course the naughtiness! I can spend hours on the Internet studying BDSM paraphernalia and BDSM websites – all in the name of novel research of course!

Dominant heroes also give me a thrill. You know the type – the quintessential alpha male. The hero with the brooding, dominant and possessive qualities all wrapped up in one yummy, handsome and masculine package!

A number of years ago, in Sydney CBD there was a nightclub called The Black Market Café that on Thursday evenings became The Hellfire Club. One Thursday evening I decided that it would be a good idea to check this club out. So, outfitted in suitably sexy attire and with a number of friends along for encouragement, I ventured into the bowels of Sydney’s BDSM scene.

Well, it was an eye opener! It is difficult to adequately describe everything that could be found within the walls of The Hellfire Club. Of course, it was the epitome of what one imagines a BDSM club to be – dark and sinister with an abundance of scantily clad staff and patrons. Black leather and latex were the textiles of choice, with a “less is more” attitude –suddenly in my boob tube, jeans and stilettos I felt woefully over dressed. Never one to shy away from a challenge however, I took all this in my stride – head held high and oozing with the confidence that only a few pre-night-out drinks can produce.

Dotted throughout the club were numerous, what I can best describe as, pens – small enclosures featuring various BDSM scenes in action. There were pens containing benches and people receiving spankings, pens featuring animal play and others still showcasing mind boggling sexual acts. I quickly realised that I had left the ordinary and entered the extraordinary.

It wasn’t long before I met Matthew, one of the Hellfire staff members – a young, bare chested guy, with great abs, dressed in black leather chaps. He informed me helpfully that I could tap him on the shoulder at any time and he would gladly whip me! Well, that was an offer too good to refuse and after some enthusiastic encouragement from my girl friends (less so, from my male friends!) I headed into the main area of the club. This was a large, central area, in the middle and at the front of which, was a cordoned off space, separating the patrons from the BDSM equipment and play. Outside the barrier, people were crowded, six deep, drinking and watching the BDSM arena with interest. Before I thought too deeply about what I was about to do, I caught the eye of my sexy Dominant male, Matthew, and within a blink of an eye I was surfing across the crowd, to be deposited within the BDSM circle.

What followed was largely a blur, although I do recall the salient points. First of which was the fact that Matthew gave me three hand signals to use regarding the force of the whip strikes which I was to use to indicate milder, harder and stop. He then requested that I remove all of my clothing apart from my G-string panties – I still can’t believe that I did this whilst standing in front of a crowd of curious onlookers – must have been an adrenaline rush to the head! When I was naked but for my G-string, he bound me, back facing the crowd, by my ankles and wrists to a St Andrews Cross. Then he started whipping me.

I must admit that it didn’t hurt as much as I initially anticipated and in fact, what I felt most keenly was exhilaration, and an odd sense of freedom. I lost count of the lashes Matthew carefully administered to my back and butt (the following day however I was left with very definite red welts marking the whip trajectory). Then he was undoing the bindings and spinning me around to re-bind me with my front now facing the crowd. This position was a little more confronting for me but I quickly pushed aside my anxiety, after all, it wasn’t that much different from going topless at the beach – right? All thoughts fled my brain however when Matthew affixed clamps to my nipples – WTF! He pre-empted his actions with a raised, questioning, eyebrow but I sill gasped in shock as the cold steel pinched my tender flesh. After the initial sting, a dull throb set in that wasn’t exactly painful but all the same, I couldn’t forget the fact that I had clamps attached to my nipples.

Next came the hot wax, which Matthew dripped across my chest and stomach. It wasn’t hot enough to burn but it was hot enough to produce a very warm, tingling sensation wherever it hit my flesh. He was thorough and not one part of my chest and abdomen was spared the hot wax treatment, with some serious tweaking of the nipple clamps thrown in for good measure.

I can’t forget the noise of the crowd packed around me and the shouted comments and encouragement. The whole experience was quite bizarre but exciting at the same time. I guess that started my fascination with BDSM and my interest in injecting a little (or a lot) of BDSM into some of my novels.

I do hope that you have enjoyed this recount of my wicked confession and I hope you enjoy the following excerpt of my novel, From Leather to Lace.  And if you leave me a comment with your email address, I will enter you in a drawing for a $25 bookstore gift certificate.

Happy reading everyone…

Will her deception threaten her first chance at love?

Sarah Maddox is a beautiful, intelligent and sexy journalism graduate – she is also Mistress Kitty the Dominatrix. Sarah loves her Dominatrix role at Fantasy – the exclusive Sydney BDSM club. Only her best friend knows what she really does each evening and her secret is safe until she meets the charming, handsome and successful Maxwell McIver who turns her world upside down and has Sarah questioning her priorities and wondering – has she finally met the man for whom she would be willing to compromise?

Handsome Maxwell McIver at thirty five is one of the richest men in the country – sophisticated and powerful, Maxwell is accustomed to getting what he wants and after meeting Sarah at a party, he decides that he wants her. He has always avoided serious relationships but Sarah has captivated him and once their romance starts to heat up he decides that he doesn’t want to let her go. But like Sarah, Maxwell is also hiding something, a secret that will threaten their newfound relationship and have Sarah reeling with indecision and uncertainty.

Excerpt

Sarah Maddox zipped up her thigh-length stiletto boot and stepped back to study her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She looked pretty damn good. She had piled her dark hair on top of her head and the eye mask she wore made her look almost cat-like, her full scarlet lips a startling contrast. A leather choker was around her neck. Below the choker her cleavage spilled out of a corset tied gaspingly tight. The black leather mini she wore barely brushed the tops of her thighs. Two inches below started her stiletto boots.

“Perrrfect,” she purred. “Goodbye, Sarah. Hello, Mistress Kitty,” she said to her reflection.

She removed her mask and tucked it into her handbag and after donning a full-length black coat she left her apartment. When she arrived downstairs the car was already waiting.

“Hello, Monty,” she greeted the driver as she slid into the back seat.

“Good evening, Mistress,” he replied as he pulled away from the kerb and smoothly merged with the traffic.

Her place of work was normally only a ten-minute drive from her apartment if the traffic was light, and about eleven minutes later Monty pulled to a stop in front of an understated multi-storey building. After parking, he made his way to the back door and assisted her out of the car.

Kitty thanked him, punched in the security code and entered the building through a discreet doorway. As she did so, she stepped into Fantasy.

From the outside the building looked identical to many others and could have been a typical office complex but on the inside it looked magical. Glittering chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, the walls were adorned with mirrors and expensive pieces of erotic art, plush lounge suites were expertly scattered to ensure privacy, and crystal glasses and expensive bottles of champagne and liqueurs adorned mirrored tables to be enjoyed with caviar and oysters. A selection of Venetian-style masks was also provided in which the clients could relax anonymously. Music was piped in through discreetly hidden speakers—never obtrusive, the music was selected for its mood-enhancing qualities.

Another very important detail about Fantasy was that all clientele were assured absolute privacy and discretion. No real names were used and no contact details recorded. Madam Boudica followed a strict booking system and, whilst convoluted, it ensured that a customer’s privacy was guaranteed. Clients booked under an assumed name that was used for all subsequent bookings. Another assurance against identity exposure was the wearing of masks. There was also one particularly important rule—no sex with the clients.

Mistress Kitty made her way over the plush carpet to the office to check her diary. Each of the girls had their own diary listing their clientele for each evening. The left-hand column recorded the client’s pseudonym, the middle column listed the particular fantasy the client wished to indulge, while in the right-hand column was recorded any particular requests or special instructions. She ran a manicured finger down the list of clients. All were regulars except for her first client of the evening—a Mr X.

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About the Author

Jasmine’s alter ego lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and their Border Collie. She enjoys cooking, travelling with her husband, outdoor activities and skiing.

She loves reading all genres but in particular she enjoys erotic romance novels and thrillers.

Jasmine loves writing and is always looking for new ideas for stories that will provoke inner passions, stimulate the senses and ignite the imagination.

She has won some short story competitions but now she is excited to be publishing her first novel, From Leather to Lace through Total-E-Bound publishing. Later this year, Total-E-Bound will bring out Jasmine's second romance, Serena's Submission.

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