Evolution of a Sadist

By Cari Silverwood (Guest Blogger)

Here’s some of the curious background tidbits behind my latest book, Take Me, Break Me, which is a curious blend of capture fantasy, dubious consent, and BDSM.

Take Me Break Me came about partly because I’d read quite a few capture fantasies where the man, or men, seemed to be there mostly to act as ways for the woman’s sexual fantasies to happen. So they were predators, ruthless, and very dominant, but I didn’t really feel like I could like them as people. I wouldn’t want them as my partner.

I wanted to see if I could write a modern-day story where the man starts out as a good guy, and yet he forces the woman to do things she might not consent to if given a full choice. Because I wanted to understand him, I ended up writing more than half of it in his point of view. I wasn’t sure I could pull this off, but I think I may have gone close. Klaus, to me, is not a monster. He’s a man discovering his true self in a rather abrupt and forced way.

I think this story could be sub-titled, Evolution of a Sadist. Klaus is a sadist as well as dominant. I toyed with putting that on the cover.

Originally, I planned to have multiple endings, as I could see them when I began writing. But, as I developed the character of Klaus, I came to love him so much, to understand him, that I ended up with only the option I chose and wrote. I had darker ideas, but he just no longer fitted them.

This story is set on Magnetic Island, off the coast of Australia. The town on the mainland, that they travel to, is called Townsville, but it’s such a boring name (sorry Townsville!) that I deliberately did not use it. By the way, it’s named after the explorer who discovered the area – Robert Towns. I also did not bother to get too precise about the setting as I would rather it be a little off center and surreal. I don’t want it to match reality.

The bamboo cane that Klaus uses is not really recommended for caning as it can split. However, some people do use it. Possibly green bamboo is safer, and that’s what Klaus uses. Dry bamboo, if it splits, can cause skin lacerations.

Though I planned this to be a story that skirts dubious consent, so far I’ve been surprised at how romantic readers find it. I guess I’m not that hardcore. I find it difficult to write a story where the man is truly unsympathetic to the reader and unappealing to me – even though I do read those types of stories.

The ending was actually difficult for me to get right. I thought it would be the easiest part but once I got there I couldn’t see how to do it. Many of my beta readers told me it was too short, and I knew they were right, but it still took several tries to be satisfied with it. At first it was too short, then it was too ‘vanilla’. I mean this was a story about a sadistic Dom and yet the ending I first had was merely kissing. I added several thousand words before I was happy with how Klaus and Jodie ended up.

Top drop, as detailed in the story, does seem to happen, and I’m not surprised that I does, yet experienced Doms may not have heard of it. Google it to find some references to the problem.

But here is where I read about it - http://sirstompsalot.com/2011/10/20/top-drop/

When I began this story, I put an excerpt on Facebook and I was astounded at how much it appealed to women. When my beta readers read the book that was the part several of them picked as ‘perfect’. Somehow I managed to pick exactly the right excerpt. If you’re curious, when you read the book, it’s the part where Klaus first uses the spider gag. And here is the link on facebook to that excerpt - http://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood/posts/406428382765329

The blurb has changed since then.

Current Blurb:

Jodie is scraping the barrel trying to stay afloat. An idea arrives that could rescue her finances and bring her together in a kinky way with a man she never gave up on. She's terrified and fascinated, and tempted as hell.

Capture fantasies rule her eBook. Re-enacting one in a documentary would surely be irresistible viewing to millions of women?

But Jodie and Klaus discover that inside an ordinary man dark desires may lurk. What will win in the end? The man and lover, or the monster?

Warnings: Capture fantasy; anal play; M/f as well as one m/f/f/m scene; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and needle play. Also contains one beginner Dom who is exploring sadism but is still working out how and when to stop.

Last of all, the cover. Lol

If you were in the Erotic group of Australian authors on Facebook, you’d have seen all the covers I tried to do myself. Some weren’t too awful, but many were. I ended up getting Thomas Dorman to make the one that’s the final version and I’m so glad I did. He’s an award-winning film producer who is diversifying into book covers. Think of him if you’re looking for a cover. I’m more than happy to declare him bloody brilliant, as we Aussies say. He’s on facebook as Dr. Benway and Thomas Dorman.

Excerpt


“I agree. This isn’t working.”

Pure agreeable statement, but she rocked back slightly before she nodded.

“Nice is bad, Jodie? You want mind fuck. You want mean. You want things you dream about. You have no idea.”

Her eyes widened.

 “Starting now. The rules are gone. I make my own rules.”

“Uh. What? They were your rules.”

I took down the list from the door and held it, slowly tapping the laminated paper against my leg. “No. They were not.”

After unfolding the flaps of the cardboard box, I tucked the list down inside and pulled out the two gags. “Rule one. You don’t talk unless I say you can.” As her mouth opened, with the buckles trapped in my fingers, I dropped both gags into view, and dangled them. “Talk and I use these.”

Like magic, her mouth clicked shut. Now I had her attention. That had worked. I was perhaps as stunned as she looked. She touched her tongue tip to her upper lip as I stood before her, and kept her gaze swinging from the gags to my face. I had a feeling I’d never had a woman so rapt in what I said. Addictive. The pulse of excitement had centered at my groin. Nothing I could do about it. I already knew that looking at women in bondage revved my engine. But I’d never done more than look at pictures.

Now I had an inkling that any situation where I got to hold the reins, really hold the reins, was like oxygen to a man in the throes of suffocation. Incredible.

I ran through my epiphany, convincing myself as much as her. Bluntness was called for.

“My conclusions. You asked me to do this because you still want me in your bed. You want me to fuck you.” Her gasp, I answered by swinging the ball gag. She uttered no words. “Somewhere in your plans, you hoped. The rules, I made up those in line with what I knew you’d be thinking. You knew I’d not step beyond, or not much.

“This,” I swept my arm across, “This room was your idea. Your rules. Lock me up. Make me yours for a while, but not too rough or dangerous because that isn’t in my rules.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Though she frowned and shook her head I went on. It didn’t matter if she deluded herself.

“You imagined some safe little love affair, with some kink on the side? Doesn’t work that way. Either you hand over control, or I walk. No documentary. Nod if you agree.”

I waited. I could almost hear the clocks ticking.

When she nodded slowly, my heart kicked back in. If it had beaten at all for those last few seconds, I’d been unaware.

“Good. This room is no longer your prison. The house is secure and private enough. You’re coming upstairs as long as you behave. I’ll install more cameras.”

No protests. Good. For a woman who liked having an opinion on everything this was exceptional. I could have walked on a cloud I was so hyper-aware of everything she did. Were her lips fuller, her cheeks flushed, her breathing faster? I thought so, but she didn’t know what I intended.

“Let me point out what could have happened if this stupid plan had gone wrong. If you picked a less restrained, a less sensible man. You’ve given me a hundred filthy dirty ideas about what I could do to you. I never knew what depths my mind could plunge to. Now I do. If anyone was mind fucked so far, it was me. Another man would follow through. You think these gags are bad? This one with the red ball is simple, it just stops you talking.” I laid the other, metal-and-leather gag across my palm. “This one is a spider gag. With this in, you can’t close your mouth and your mouth can be fucked. Do you have any idea of the things on the internet? Wait.” I held up my hand. “I guess you do, from what’s in those books you read.”

I bent and rested my hands on my knees. Mind fuck. This I could accomplish.

“You want a list? How about the list of things a man could do to you in this situation? I could make you wash my dishes naked with a gag in. I could tie you up, cut your clothes off and just stare at you all day – just because I could. I could make you be a piece of furniture and ignore you. Humiliating? Yes. I could train you to be an anal slut. I could fuck your ass all day long. I could collar you and make you crawl around on the floor like a dog at a convenient height for blow jobs. I could share you with the man down the street, stick needles in your nipples and use them and some string to fasten you to eyebolts in the ceiling. Want to try that one? And at the end of it all, if I was the worst sort of man, I could kill you and bury you out there on the beach.” I swung my arm up to point. “Maybe no one would ever find you.”

Now she was truly speechless, maybe even scared. Served her right. I watched the little swallows she made for a count of five.

“But I’m not going to. I’m your friend. Remember that, no matter what I do.” I smiled one-sided but I’m sure it didn’t reach my eyes. The eyes are the mirror to the soul and right then my soul was very dark.

 Then I squatted in front of her, a couple of feet away, reached out and ran the tip of my forefinger along her plump bottom lip. “My rules. Open.”

A second’s hesitation at most. She shivered and her mouth parted. Mind fuck, here we come.

“Good. Jodie.” Then I very deliberately held up the spider gag, slipped it between her teeth, pulled her head forward, and held her there while I buckled it. Hair made a great anchor point. I slid my splayed fingers into the roots and tilted her head back then I added a rule.

“Second rule. You do my dishes whenever I say. You wear the spider gag. You don’t speak unless I say. But first…” Eyes locked on hers, I advanced one finger into her mouth and stroked her tongue. And she let me.

Had I hypnotized her? She did nothing but stare back. What I wouldn’t have given to fuck her mouth right then and there.

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Steel Dominance – Dankyo’s Story

By Cari Silverwood (Guest Blogger)

The third book in my Steamwork Chronicles is out soon, on January 15^th, and this is the story of Dankyo, my Dom who emerged from Iron Dominance. I had never intended for that to happen, or at least not until I wrote the end of that book. I was even surprised at how many readers wanted to see his story told. This made it hard for me to write! I blame all you readers for my lack of fingers. I’m sure I gnawed a few down to the bone.

Dankyo was not an easy man for me to understand. To make a good story, I needed to know his weaknesses, and he wouldn’t cough up and reveal them for months and months. I persevered. I even found the perfect woman to suit his damn stubborn and introverted temperament. She’s stubborn too, a bit of a steampunk geek, yes there is such a thing, and yet she’s also craving the dominance of a man like Dankyo.

They have some nice fiery encounters, such as this one.

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The door clicked shut behind Sofia, and Dankyo strode past. He sat on the bed, making it dip and creak, and crossed his legs, showing black socks above his black shoes. As if she wasn’t ready to strangle, emasculate, and claw him to pieces, he unlatched his suitcase, pulled out a revolver, and proceeded to check its mechanisms.

The pistol made her pause only a second. He wasn’t going to shoot her. “If that’s for me to kill you, I don’t need it. My fingernails will do.”

He grunted and unloaded, then reloaded the gun.

Two sleeping places.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Alarms rang in her head. “Um…” She almost didn’t want the answer. “Where are you sleeping?”

“Here.” He raised one eyebrow. “I’m here. You are there.” He pointed at the bedroll.

When she only frowned and pulled a face, he added. “Again, you are pretending to be a slave. I can’t do otherwise. There’s no other room in any case. And there are servants and passengers here. I trust no one.”

So she had to sleep in the same room as him? As this gargantuan man with muscles like rocks and a body as wide as a river barge? Surreptitiously, she flicked an assessing look over Dankyo. He was nicely built. Her mother would no doubt approve. God. Snap out of it. Stop drooling. My boyfriends, when I have them, are far less…dangerous than this.

Blurb for Steel Dominance:

A brilliant researcher, Sofia must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Clockwork Warrior or her career will be in tatters. Yet the tomb of the warrior is in the dangerous city of Byzantium, inside the harem of the Emperor. She knew she’d have to pose as a slave—but not that her “owner” would be the incredibly bossy, gorgeous bodyguard she’s been assigned.

A life of military duty has left Dankyo unprepared for Sofia. He’s never met a woman quite like this. She’s smart and beautiful, and she’s something that he’s finding almost irresistible—despite the way she fights against masquerading as his slave, she’s submissive right down to the bottom of her soul. And that’s bringing out every dominant instinct in his body.

But even as he realizes she’s captured his heart, the city explodes into madness. Surviving seems impossible. Can love and a Dom who will never give up overcome sheer bloody-minded evil?

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And here is a little sexiness to show that they do have chemistry between them as well as pistols, napalm, and hissy fits (Do Doms have hissy fits?).

This excerpt is set on the airship, Princess Kay.

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A loudspeaker came on. “Time for disembarkation in twenty minutes. Passengers are advised to have their baggage in order.”

People either side of them moved away, and when only a few were left and Dankyo hadn’t said a word, she made to follow them. He stopped her. His hands tightened on her neck, and he shifted behind her until his lower body pressed into her buttocks.

“Stay.”

She stiffened.

Then he nipped her ear and spoke in a warm, rumbling tenor. His breath carried his words in deep to curl inside her mind and paralyze her with their power.

“This is Byzantium, where slaves do as their Masters bid them. Where no one will know if you surrender yourself to me. Not your friends; not your family.” As he spoke, he slid one hand down her front, following the curve of her breast, then lower, until the flat of his hand rested on her belly. He pulled her back against him, gentle but sure.

“Sofia, will you let me take you to the edge and beyond?”

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I’ll be pooling together all the comments to pick the winner of the book.

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The Dom with a Safeword

By Cari Silverwood (Guest Blogger)

The Dom with a Safeword is out. We released it early due to the big US Hurricane Sandy. This is my first ménage story, first Mff story, and first completely fictional contemporary BDSM story. Well…fictional apart from the characters as they’re loosely based on people we know. This book was written with Leia Shaw, a best-selling PNR writer, and Sorcha Black. We each took a character. I was called on to be the ‘sexpert’ lol. Leia Shaw was the dialogue and humor expert – because she’s a natural smartass herself – and Sorcha Black was our new-to-publishing, but up-and-coming great writer. None of us are contemporary writers normally.

One of the joys I discovered was opening up the doc for the story and finding that the story had moved on without me. The quirks of the people we wrote slowly unfurled and crept out from under the bed without me doing much at all. It was like opening a birthday present most days and added to the whole experience of writing. It helped a lot that we knew exactly who these people were that we were writing. We knew how they ticked and what they’d do when faced by different dilemmas.

I wrote the Dom, Jude. Leia wrote the innocent submissive, Sabrina, who is new to both BDSM and girl-on-girl. And Sorcha Black wrote the bisexual switch Q, who hates her real name and rarely tells it. Both the girls are what is called a brat in the BDSM world – they tend to open their mouths and get themselves in trouble. To them, that adds spice and fun to the relationship.

Be prepared for a bit of humor with this book. We were determined to make Jude like a real man – with a proper sense of humor. He’s not perfect and he can laugh at his mistakes, sometimes. Which times those are may vary greatly so there’s an even chance you’d get your ass spanked for being all smartass to him.

Let’s hear from Q.

Q gave her an exasperated look then released her. “Smartass.”

“You already said that.” Sabrina collected her equipment off the ground.

“You go through life in a perpetual state of smartassery.”

Sabrina handed Q her photography gear, thankful her friend had experience and was willing, for the most part, to help her. “Only for you, sexy.” She winked.

Her extreme smartassery, even when she really needs to hold her tongue, means Sabrina gets around with a red backside for much of the book. But I don’t think she minds as much as she lets on.

Blurb

Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q to get into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

So here’s an excerpt to show you a bit of the naughtiness and humor from the Dom with a Safeword.

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“Do you think he’s ever going to take his pants off?” Sabrina whispered in Q’s ear. “Maybe he shares his penis with another guy and today wasn’t his day to use it.”

“I kept the jeans on so I wouldn’t rush things,” Jude replied, slapping Sabrina’s ass.

“Well it’s not exactly rushing anymore. Both of us are naked, so how is this fair?” she retorted, gesturing at the offending article of clothing.

“I’m the dominant, so I get to make the rules.” His head tilted in a look of smug amusement.

“Fuck that!” Q knelt up on the window seat, leaned over Sabrina and pulled at the button of his jeans. “This is a mutiny, Captain!”

After wriggling free, Sabrina tried to hold him still while he batted away Q’s hands. They had just managed to get the button untied, when he dragged both of them over to sit on his lap. They didn’t quite fit, but he didn’t give them the option of getting up.

“Hold your hair up, both of you,” he ordered.

Looking askance at each other, they complied. The sensation of his breath rippling over Q’s neck sent shivers up into her hair. His mouth latched onto the place where her neck and shoulder met, and Q sighed in contentment. Sucking and nibbling on their necks and shoulders, he held them still for his enjoyment. Eventually he let them go so they could participate.

Sabrina sucked on Q’s bottom lip then trailed tiny kisses down to her chin, past her neck, to her breast. She paused as though she was having an internal debate. Slowly, she backed off Jude’s lap onto the cushion. She shifted onto her hands and knees, grazing Q’s nipple with her lips and making her groan. Her pink tongue darted out, licking the very tip. She looked up at Q mischievously, her ass wiggling.

Both she and Jude eyed Sabrina’s backside with interest, smiling at each other when they realized they were doing it simultaneously. Q’s smile became a gasp as something warm and wet engulfed her nipple. She watched in fascination as Sabrina’s sucking and nipping mouth alternated between her breasts. Her tongue investigated Q’s piercings. Enraptured, Q ran her fingers though Sabrina’s silky hair, the slide of it through her hands sensuous. The elastic that had been holding it when they were painting hung tenuously onto the bottom of a lock of hair, and she tossed it aside.

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Kink Circa 1910

By Cari Silverwood (Guest Blogger)

One hundred years ago people had sex. Shocking, I know. They were kinky too, terribly so, and all before the term BDSM had been invented—for that happened after WW2. Yet the great spanking revolution in France happened prior to WW1. It's even termed the Golden Age of Spanking Literature. No other country got quite so into it as France, although a large part of Victorian pornography involves spanking or erotic flagellation.

I discovered all sorts of fascinating facts about sex in history while researching for my novel, Rough Surrender. Some of it made the grade and became a part of the story. Some I meant to put in but forgot to. Of all the colorful facts that got left out, the one I most regret not mentioning was Franz von Bayros. One of his illustrations was supposed to grace the walls of Leonhardt’s bedroom. You’ll see why if you go and check the links below.

Yes, he drew really kinky! Much of it was lesbian art, or f/f as we term it in erotic romance. Lots of kinky paraphernalia featured in these rather art nouveau style drawings – phalluses, riding crops, ropes going places most ropes never get to go…alas. And there’s one kink he skirts, that never gets a look in with ‘mainstream’ erotic romance – bestiality. So don’t look at those pictures if it is likely to scald your brain cells.

But I do think many if not all of his drawings are beautiful pieces of pornographic kinky art. And I'm sorry, Leonhardt for not writing in one of those for Faith to look at while you flogged her. Actually, I think she was blindfolded, so that couldn’t have happened.

A little quote from that scene in Rough Surrender:
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Then he stood and got her to do so as well, drew her dress over her head. Undid her corset and removed it. Undressed her, divested her of jewelry and let down her hair so as to gather it into a ponytail, explaining that the pins might be dangerous if they got in the way of a flogger.

Flogger?

He put his hand at the base of her neck and caressed her collarbone while she considered rolling the word, sphinx, off her tongue.

“You’re perfectly safe, Faith,” he said, clipping a black leather cuff about each wrist. “I’ll only hurt you as much as you want me to.”

Well then. The breath hitched in her throat. That was all right. Wasn’t it? She swallowed past a lump, raised her wrists to look at them. The night had gotten…interesting. 

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However spanking literature did get a mention in Rough Surrender:

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“Intriguing.” Leonhardt gave her foot a last squeeze then let her lower her legs. “Though not surprising given your taste for adventure. Paris is a hotbed of lesbians and the nouveau flagellation movement -- you can’t turn a corner in some bookshops without a spanking book falling on your head.”

“Um. Yes. I had noticed.” Using a fork, Faith toyed with the last of the waffle on her plate.

Though I cannot imagine this being a common discussion at the breakfast table, there was a plethora of spanking books around 1910. Even before this time there was a well-known establishment where men could go to get their own spanking or flogging kink on. One of the first devices for restraint was from then - the Berkley horse above. If you’re keen, you can buy copies of some of this early spanking literature on Amazon, and probably at antique book stores that don’t mind stocking such books.

In the 1820's if you were a customer of Mrs. Berkeley  you could choose which implement was used on you, as well as the amount of injury to be inflicted. I’m sure their customers were most satisfied.
To read more about her establishment go here

To put it in perspective, people have always been kinky. I think it’s hard-wired into the minds of some of us. So it stands to reason, even the ancient Egyptians would have had their kinks. They just forgot to chisel it onto the walls of the pyramids. Or maybe they did, but someone chiseled it out.

And this is the link to the main page of wikimedia for Franz von Bayros

Rough Surrender was just released on June 4th from Lyrical Press. Leave a comment,  and you might win a copy of your very own! Don't forget to include your email address.

Blur

At a time when airplanes are as new-fangled and sensational as the telephone, Faith dares to fly. The one territory she has not explored is her own sexuality. In Leonhardt she discovers the man who can teach her how a woman surrenders her body and her mind. However, Leonhardt has a shadowed past and his own learning to do. He doesn't have the right to keep Faith from flying, even if he thinks airplanes are flimsy death-traps made of canvas, timber and their inventor's prayers.

Faith has her limits, Leonhardt has his flaws, and sometimes the nicest people get murdered by unscrupulous bastards. Even if Leonhardt can save the woman he loves, the battle for Faith’s heart will be the hardest one of all.

WARNING: BDSM, anal sex, orgasms galore, and a Dom who likes to claim his property with pen, ink and bondage.

~ Cari Silverwood

Scorched Souls, Bound Hearts

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BDSM Stories and Humor

By Cari Silverwood (Guest Blogger)

Otherwise known as:

Whoops, I think the dog’s on the front porch gnawing on the butt plug. And Mrs. Whittacker’s come to visit. And now she’s playing tug-o-war with Rover. No, it’s not the weeny pink one, it’s the big black rhino-size butt plug. That vibrates.

I’m writing this because I had a reviewer recently say to me that although she enjoyed my story, she liked my bio even more. Her husband is a Star Wars aficionado (yes, I like that word because it’s sophisticated and French though I always have to get out my dictionary to spell it), also known as a Star Wars geek. The end of my Bio:

And, dammit, I can’t seem to stop reading other erotica authors either. I have come over to the dark side. Someone please find me a candle...and some rope. 'Cause if Darth Vader's here, I'm going to see if he's up for some bondage and wax play.

After she showed it to him, he said, “That is SO wrong,” then walked away with an amused smirk on his face. When she told me I should consider writing humor I automatically thought she meant erotica plus humor, she didn’t but it set the ball rolling in my head. I have a lot of space up here so it’s still rolling.

In real life funny stuff happens. A friend was merrily paddling his wife’s behind when their cat walked up, gave him the evil eye, and bit him on the leg. Another couple had the cat leap on the husband’s dangly bits while they were doing it doggy style. Perhaps understandable -- he should have been doing it pussy cat style. Vibrators have been known to be used as pretend torches by the kids in front of the relatives.

Seriously, adding humor to any story tends to round out the people and make them more real -- always a good result. How many real people never laugh? Sure humor’s not likely in the middle of an action scene where the villain is being shot or the world is being saved but elsewhere I think it can be wonderful. The point here being that BDSM scenes are akin to action scenes and throwing in humor knocks everything out of focus.

There’s a whole swathe of humor out there covering things the submissive could say or do to the Dom -- like putting super glue on the handle of the flogger. J

But if the submissive says something smart-ass to the Dom or does something silly and you still want sex in there soon, the Dom is rather likely to do something creatively evil and sex-orientated. Does this make the humor die a premature death? Perhaps. I’m not sure myself and may have to try writing it in to be certain.

Right now though, when I write D/s scenes I like there to be tension and conflict. Throwing humor into the mix seems to spoil the whole vibe. I love making the woman unsure of what’s going down (no naughty pun intended). I love doing a bit of a mind fuck. But then I’m an evil author.

If I put humor into a story, I think for these reasons, I’m far more likely to use it outside the sex scenes and the BDSM scenes but since that’s still a large part of a story, there should be plenty of opportunity. So I’m marking this idea down as a plot bunny for the future. Soon I shall need a rabbit hutch up here. There’re a lot of bunnies bouncing around in my head, along with that big rolling ball.

So anyway - speaking of BDSM - here's a definitely non-humorous excerpt from my book Iron Dominance. Oh, and I'm giving away a copy of the book to one lucky person who leaves a comment!

Stay there,” he said.

She could smell him.

She almost opened her eyes to say something, but instead balanced there. Why she obeyed him, she wasn’t sure but it satisfied something primal, something deeply sexual. And letting go like this, made her feel safe.

Anticipation strung her insides tight. She yearned for further caresses. Her cleft swelled.

“Here. Raise your feet.” An article of clothing, both silken cloth and something harder, slid with muffled clicks up each leg. Theo arranged it about her torso, cool beads shifting across her breasts until the garment fitted snugly on her body. Something narrow settled between her legs. She gasped at a throb of pleasure as his fingers played in her moisture. A few more adjustments and he led her off to one side. A light flared on. “There. Open your eyes.”

In a tall mirror, she saw herself, dressed in a black corset paneled with satin. Coming down from a halter, pearl ropes fanned out over each breast with her nipples peeking out between. A tiny skirt of chiffon, divided at the crotch, barely made it as far as her upper thighs. Lines of seed pearls undulated down the satin and a string of larger pearls dove deeply between her legs, emphasizing the split lips of her sex. She could feel it run up between the cheeks of her bottom at the back. Even as she looked, she felt a renewed throb, for every movement she made, from breath to heartbeat to shift of feet, moved the line of pearls and rubbed against her clit.

In the reflection, she saw Theo beyond her shoulder, bare-chested, the ringlets of his black hair stark against his forehead. He raised a satin and pearl choker and positioned it about her neck, clicking it into place. “And these,” he said, holding first one wrist and then the other to snick matching black satin bracelets on her wrists. “They suit you.” From the hardness, metal lurked beneath the black cloth.

Where the choker and bracelets rested on skin, her pulse rose, thumping, to the surface and reminded her of where she was, who she was with, and especially, how dangerous this could be. But…she trusted him.

To her surprise, her throat still worked, though the words seemed to stick to her tongue. “How did you know my size? Where did this come from?”

“Bought while I was away. I have a good memory, especially for someone as striking as you.”

Which meant, he’d planned her…seduction, while she’d been planning escape. She leaned back against him, fascinated by the allure of the woman in the mirror. The heat from his body soaked into her like a glass of wine. She lifted each wrist and examined the bracelets -- identical, and each with tiny loops of steel projecting from them.

“That’s for a chain to pass through,” he whispered, mouthing the nape of her neck. “Does it bother you? Think, before you answer.”

“Yes…” she said slowly, fearful of being again restrained in cuffs.

“And yet?” He pressed a hand against her stomach, holding her against him, making her feel the rigid line of his cock. The pearls slid in her juices, pressing, rolling over her clit and anus. She let out a whimper. “Ahh. You feel them working on you.” He chuckled. “And yet?”

And yet the idea of it, of being restrained by Theo, held a strange and deadly fascination. She shied away from that thought, and shook her head. “And nothing.”

“Ah-h. I can see my first project will be to get you talking more.”

She stood there in silence. The fear she felt came intertwined with lust in almost everything that Theo did to her. Taking her by the shoulders, he moved her to face him, gray eyes inches away, then his mouth descended, covering hers, devouring her. She breathed in his breath, letting him do as he willed. One broad hand held the base of her neck, the other splayed over the curve of her buttocks. His fingers wrapped around the pearl rope running between her legs, tightening it. Desire ran rampant through her, surging higher with every tiny movement of his lips on hers, and the rub of the pearls on her pussy and nipples.

When she put her hands to the belt of his pants, he reached between their bodies, snared both her wrists and pulled them round to the small of her back where he held them with one hand. Again, the pearls shifted. She bit her lip, a moan escaping her as she arched.

Eyes shut, she heard a soft animal-like growl.

“Claire, if you’re not damn careful, I’ll eat you up.”

What? She opened her eyes a slit, still panting, to see that he’d stepped away a little, angling his stance so as to observe her.

His gaze brushed her, lingering on her breasts before he locked on her eyes. “Last chance. Do you want to stop? Are you too sore? It might cause me irreparable harm, but I can stop.” Then he eyed her darkly, as if he’d liked to do exactly what he’d threatened to -- eat her up.

The pain of the bruise at her neck had faded to nothing in spite of the choker. With her whole being, she yearned for more of him. He inflamed her past bearing and knowing that he watched her, swept her excitement to another level.

She licked her lips, aware of her wrists still caught behind her and the display of her body. God, if he didn’t do more than this, she’d surely burst.

“No,” she said huskily. “Don’t stop.”

“Please?”

Ah, how he tormented her. “Please.”

“Over here then.” Still gripping her wrists he urged her toward the bed, to kneel by the side of it, and lie face down across the quilt with her bottom up. He spread her hands, palm down over each cheek of her buttocks.

“Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear. “And I won’t have to tie you.”

Tie me? She almost let go at that. Was this what she wanted? But he held his hands over hers a moment. She stayed there.

“Good.”

His fingers trailed over the backs of her hands, over the ends of her fingernails, and down her thighs. She quivered, sucking in air through the quilt bunched beneath her mouth.

“Spread your legs, Claire.”

She shifted them, feeling even more exposed, a breeze caressing her engorged labia. He traced down the line of pearls, reached her wet cleft and followed deeper where the pearls seemed to have sunk into her flesh. Slick and wet. The scent of her lust reached her. Slowly he went farther until he reached her clit. He circled it, teasing, making her shift her bottom to place the finger just right.

About Me: Though I’d much rather stay invisible and spin you all tales with my words, here’s a little snippet of my world.

I have a lovely family, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what I write, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking meowing, and swimming about the place.

Before writing the novel Three Days of Dominance, I had never dipped my little toes in the hot and lust-swirled sea of erotica. Now every time I turn around there’s someone begging me to write down their story in the most lurid way. I’m sure I don’t where my people learnt their morals. They’re quite adamant about teaching me creative new ways of making love. So I doubt I’ll run out of ideas anytime soon.

And, dammit, I can’t seem to stop reading other erotica authors either. I have come over to the dark side. Someone please find me a candle...and some rope. 'Cause if Darth Vader's here, I'm going to see if he's up for some bondage and wax play.

My website, if you’re curious about my other evil pursuits: http://www.carisilverwood.net/

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