Behind The Scenes With My Naughty Heroine - #CharacterInterview #BDSM @PebblesLacasse

Pebbles LaCasse: Hello, and welcome! Today, I am interviewing Beth McDavid, one of the main characters in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

This book, if you haven’t read it yet, is an insightful story about a couple’s journey into the world of submission, dominance and self-discovery. It’s sexy, taboo, and takes you into the minds of both dom and sub, by each sharing the role of main character. The story is told in such a way that it’s not all about the sex. I tried to take the reader into the minds of Beth and Jake during some of the most in-depth, sexual, mental and emotional situations. I loved writing this book. It’s not just an erotic novel, not by far.

Here is a quick rundown on what My Wife & Master Jake is about.

Henry desires for his wife to be ravished by his sexually dominant co-worker and friend. After his urging, and Jake’s guarantee that she can walk away at any time, Beth agrees to play along. Her sessions with him test her mentally, physically and emotionally. But is Henry willing to do the same for her?

Okay, so let’s get to the interview. Hello, Beth. You must be excited about the book’s recent release. I know I am.

Beth McDavid: Hello, Pebbles. Yes, I am excited and anxious.

PL: Why anxious?

BM: Now that people will be reading all about my sexual adventures with Jake, I’m feeling a bit self-conscious. I’m nervous about people judging me.

PL: As a writer, people judge me, especially for putting my characters in taboo sexual situations. This book is smoking hot! Sizzling, sexy, and the readers will be jealous of all the orgasms you had.

BM: He’s very good at what he does.

PL: So, tell everyone a bit about your life before Jake entered the picture.

BM: My life was great, still is. I’m married to Henry McDavid. We’ve been together for almost twenty years. We have no children--didn’t want any. We have busy careers and didn’t want to give that up. Henry is a chief financial officer for an external auditing firm. I’m a writer, and work from home.

PL: How did you meet Jake?

BM: Technically, we met in a dark room inside your imagination, but in the book, my husband introduced me to him at a work function. Right after he did, he scurried off to go talk to someone else, leaving Jake and me staring at each other. He’s absolutely dreamy. I could stare at him all day long. Don’t tell him I said that.

PL: I won’t, but he is likely to read this interview.

BM: Yes, he will, and he’ll tease me about it. That’s okay, maybe he’ll reward me.

PL: Hey, Jake, if you’re reading this, I think you’re dreamy too! Okay back to the interview. Is that when he propositioned on you?

BM: Yeah, and it shocked me. He was so forward. At first, I thought he was just being nice, but soon, it became all too real. He asked me to meet him for lunch at a café. I wasn’t going to go, but when I told Henry about Jake’s proposal, he urged me to go meet him. Him and Henry are great friends. They set it up. Henry knew Jake was into BDSM and wasn’t a blabbermouth, so he would keep the affair secret. Henry would get excited every time he thought about Jake dominating me.

PL: You met with Jake and he talked his way into your curious mind, and you went home with him. Were you scared?

BM: I was so nervous that I almost turned the car around several times on the short drive to his house. When we got there, I was shaking so much that I thought I would fall down.

PL: Tell us about the first time with him.

BM: Oh, wow! Yes, incredible! After asking me to strip naked, he bound my hands over my head and tied them to a dangling chain from the ceiling. I was standing. He didn’t punish me much at all that first time. He spanked me a bit, pulled my nipples, but he wanted to break me in slowly. It worked, because I was hooked and needed to know more, experience more, feel more.

PL: Tell us about when Henry got to watch the action.

BM: I won’t tell you the whole story, but he enjoyed it very much, all by himself. I think everyone knows what I mean.

PL: He got handsy with himself. Who wouldn’t? Watching something like that play out would be too much to bear without relieving some tension. For the people reading this—the scene in the office… Whew!

BM: It was spontaneous, and we all loved it!

PL: Tell us about your feelings of guilt.

BM: I felt guilty at times. I was having sex with another man. Henry kept telling me that he enjoyed knowing I was getting ‘taken care of’ while he was in a boring board meeting.

PL: But you set him up with someone, didn’t you?

BM: Yes, I did. I’m not going to tell what happened because I think everyone should read the book.

PL: I’ll just say that three is company but four is a party and let your imaginations soar. Beth, I want to thank you for coming here to talk with me about your starring role in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

BM: Thank you for interviewing me, Pebbles. This was a lot of fun.

PL: I hope everyone reads this book - My Wife & Master Jake by me, Pebbles Lacasse. It’s available for purchase on Amazon, FREE on KU, and you can buy the book as a paperback, for all the paper junkies. No judgement--I’m a paper junkie. I just love holding an actual book in my hands. You'll find the BUY link and a CONTEST link below my steam excerpt.

Excerpt (X rated)

“Tell me what you want, Beth.”

What does he want me to say? Does he want details like how fast or slow to fuck me? Perhaps just a rough description. “Make love to me.”

He frowns. “No, I won’t ever do that. Your husband can make love to you. I’m available strictly for sexual pleasure but definitely not lovemaking. If you’re hoping for more than what I’m offering, you’ll be greatly disappointed.”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant, exactly.” How can I not find the right words to describe what I want from him right now? I am a writer, goddammit!

“Beth, in this room, I need you to be specific. What do you want?” I simply shrug, not sure of what to say. “Do you want me to lick or fuck your pussy? Fuck your ass again? Stimulate you another way, perhaps? I don’t often ask, so take advantage. I do what I want within her boundaries. Because I don’t know you well enough to know what you want, I will ask you this one time. What do you want, Beth?”

“Um, I’d like to take you in my mouth.”

“Do you want it to be forced, or should I let you have all the control?”

“A little of both, maybe,” I reply with a shyness that’s unnecessary at this point.

“I don’t ever want you to be coy with me. If you want something and I ask you to speak, answer me precisely; otherwise, I’ll do what I want, and you might not like it.” He insists, “Get down on your knees and tell me you want to suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say while sliding my weary body off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He holds his cock in his fist. I’m looking up at him with my lips parted, ready to take him. He’s looking down at my gaping mouth. He puts two fingers in and slides them along my tongue until they are in past his knuckles. I watch him lick his lips. His eyes admire the depth his fingers have reached. He’s pleased with my ability to evade gagging. He pulls his fingers out, then slides them back in, but now there are three fingers at the back of my tongue. I open my throat and force my tongue against my bottom jaw to prevent me from gagging. I don’t want him to see me as an incapable woman.

“Again, tell me what you want.”

With his fingers still deep in my mouth, I do my best to say, “I want to suck your cock.”

After sliding his fingers from my mouth, Jake says, “This should be fun.” His smile lifts the corner of his mouth as he puts the head of his cock between my lips and tells me, “Suck just that much.”

I tighten my lips around the mushroom head and suck gently, teasing his hole with my tongue. I watch his facial twitches as my lips work the tip of his prick. He bites his bottom lip while stroking the back of my head with his hand. He lifts his chin and looks straight ahead as if to distract his thoughts from my actions. I start rocking my head forward and back, taking more of him in my mouth each time.

Suddenly, Jake grabs my hair and yanks my head back. He bends down until his face is nearly touching mine. “You only suck what I offer you. Don’t be so fucking greedy.”

He stands back up while my heart pounds, my eyes wide open, fighting back nervous tears. Why was he so angry with me? I was sucking his cock. Isn’t that what men like? I open my mouth and wait for him to put exactly how much he wants to in my mouth. Why am I so upset about disappointing him? He didn’t hit me or anything. Fucking get it together, Beth!

He whispers reassuring words. “Don’t cry. You’re stronger than that. You have the power to make it all stop. Do you want to stop?” I shake my head. “You’ll learn to follow instructions. If I tell you to do something, you do it how I say; nothing more, nothing less. When I say that I only want you to suck the tip of my cock, that’s all you’ll suck until I offer you more. Do you understand?”

I nod, still holding the tip of his cock between my lips. I return to sucking softly and licking the tip, staying conscious of how much I’m taking in. I no longer want to cry because he’s right; it’s my choice to be here, and I can leave if I want to.

About Me

Pebbles Lacasse writes tales of steamy romance. She loves taking the characters in her erotic novels on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as they explore their innermost thoughts and desires. She’s written books under several different genres and aliases, favouring erotic romance and BDSM.

Born and raised in southern Ontario, Pebbles never felt a need to stray too far. She still resides in the area with her husband of many years. Unfortunately, their two adult children have moved away to further their educations and careers. Being very family oriented, their absence is greatly missed. Thankfully, internet keeps them feeling close.

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Review Tuesday: Stripper or Nurse by Larry Archer -- #ReviewTuesday #hotwife #smut

Stripper or Nurse by Larry Archer

Self-published at Amazon and Smashwords, 2017

Larry Archer’s erotic novel Stripper or Nurse begins with a heart attack. One of the patrons at The Fox’s Den, a high end gentleman’s club just off the Las Vegas strip, gets a bit too excited watching the lovely dancers and keels over. But never fear. All the strippers at the Den are trained in CPR. Dancers Peaches and Monique take turns working on the customer, keeping him alive until the ambulance arrives—though when he regains consciousness to find himself looking up at two gorgeous, naked girls, Tom wonders whether he has died and gone to heaven.

Concerned about Tom’s welfare, the two girls visit him at the hospital, only to have a run-in with Tom’s rather conservative wife Suzanne. Both jealous and worried, she blames the strip club for her husband’s condition and verbally shreds the young women who actually saved his life. When Suzanne shows up at the strip club to confront the management, she discovers that that the place is not at all what she’d imagined. Instead of a sleazy establishment that takes advantage of women, objectifying them and forcing them into sex, the Fox’s Den turns out to be classy and relaxed, a haven for exhibitionist gals who love showing off. The sensual, sex-drenched atmosphere almost immediately starts to work its magic on the unsuspecting housewife. Before she knows it, she’s fondling the breasts of the scantily clad club valets, wearing scandalously revealing clothing, masturbating in public, and offering her body to men and women alike.

Meanwhile, Tom receives very personal attention from a bevy of horny nurses, as well as Foxy Archer, wife of The Fox’s Den proprietor.

Stripper or Nurse features almost non-stop sex, with a lot of girl-on-girl action and swapping of bodily fluids. At the same time, it’s plotted quite tightly. Larry Archer manages to keep the focus on Suzanne’s enthusiastic transformation from prude to slut. He does an excellent job portraying both her doubts and her irresistible attraction to her new identity as a perpetually-aroused, anything-goes hotwife.

Overall, I really enjoyed Stripper or Nurse. I love the uninhibited sexuality in the story (indeed, in all Larry Archer’s stories), and the generous, affectionate mood. I’ve been turned off in the past by some “cuckold” tales that seem to belittle or denigrate the man involved. In this novel, Tom gets plenty of sex (despite being hospitalized through the entire book!), even as he watches (in high definition video) his wife get passed around to voracious females and well-hung males.

I did find the ending a bit abrupt. Somehow I expected a bit more tidying of loose ends. In the first half of the book, Suzanne keeps talking about a Saturday Couples Night party at the Den, and meeting people who plan to join in the Saturday fun. I expected that to be the big-bang (so to speak) ending, so I was a bit disappointed when the tale ended after a more private sex scene—if you can call a video-recorded butt-fucking “private”!

Anyway, I had a good time, as I almost always do when I enter Larry’s world of good-natured promiscuity. I’m certain I’ll be back.

Review Tuesday: The Watchers by LarryArcher (#hotwife #smut #review @Archer_Larry)

 
The Watchers: Cuckold/Hotwife #5 by Larry Archer

Smashwords and Amazon Digital Publishing, 2016

Poor Gene! He has the most boring job in the universe. He’s married to a beautiful but prudish woman who won’t give him head or try anything adventurous. Fate has even short-changed him in the area of masculine endowment.

However, Gene’s life is about to change. While sitting exhausted in a hotel bar, trying to recover from a mind-numbing seminar about insurance adjusting, he overhears two men discussing an illicit sex show. Taking pity on him, they share information about the location and the rules. In short order, Gene is sitting on one of the couches ranged around the edges of the show venue, watching incredibly filthy sexual activities unfold on the bed in the center.

He’s not just a spectator either. The voluptuous MILF Pam, a regular at these events, takes him in hand, both figuratively and literally, helping to make him more comfortable.

Meanwhile a petite blonde who seems strangely familiar moves around the perimeter, giving blow jobs to every attendee including Gene. Before long she’s been enticed into the spot light and is taking on both men and women. Only when Gene steps into the center of things and penetrates her rear orifice does he realize with a shock that this semen-drenched slut is his wife Theresa.

The Watchers is not erotic romance. It’s not literary erotica. It’s smut, plain and simple, intentionally designed for maximum arousal with minimum complications. This is not a criticism. Sometimes pure porn is what you want, and when you do, Larry Archer is the man to give it to you.

There’s not much plot, though Mr. Archer does give us some sense for the individual histories and preferences of different characters. The sex scenes are raw and rambunctious, with lots of F/F action and a preference for copious bodily fluids. The point of view shifts from one character to another (but not in a way that confuses), leaving the reader with no doubt that every character is enjoying the action.

To be honest, I find most smut of this type boring, but Mr. Archer’s tales stand out due to his personal enthusiasm for sex, his humor and his obvious respect for women. The Watchers focuses primarily on female pleasure. Not that the male characters don’t get off—they do, repeatedly—but the author loves to linger describing the ladies, what they’re doing to one another, what they want and how they feel. Furthermore, his women are not carbon copies of one another. There’s Stephanie, for instance, a building security guard who becomes entangled with the Amazonian beauty Foxy and finds herself acting out the lesbian fantasies she has never dared to share. Or Theresa herself, a good Catholic girl who discovers her inner slut when she gets her first taste of cum. Or fiery-haired Chrissy, big busted and dominant, a sort of ring leader who adores the process of “corrupting” these innocents and bringing them over to the dark side.

The women in Mr. Archer’s story are quite thoroughly used, but there’s no question that they are the ones calling the shots.

The author’s subtle humor helps keep the mood light. Foxy’s husband Larry, a recurring character in the author’s tales, runs one of Vegas’ top strip clubs. On the night of Gene’s initiation at the sex show, Larry’s absent because he’s hosting a convention of Japanese businessmen at his club. Here’s his description, afterward:

Larry pulled into his parking spot and laid his head on the steering wheel for a minute. The big group of Japanese businessmen had taken a toll on him. He wanted them to have fun but they were often a pain in the ass.

They had demanded attention from all the girls and were used to their women being subservient. Larry's girls were to a fault, women's libbers, with an attitude. His girls enjoyed their hold on men and liked to show how they could herd them around like a

sheepdog. This group of Asian men hadn't taken that well and almost constantly Larry was interposing himself in between a stripper and a drunken patron. Then occasionally, one of his security guards was in the mix.

He loved Tiny like a son but this man-mountain could be trying at times. It was funny that someone who looked like a cross between a low land gorilla and a small house could be such a pain in the ass.

Tiny thought of himself as the girl's den mother, especially when some yokel put their hands on one of them; Tiny tended to react negatively.

I have two criticisms of The Watchers. First of all, Mr. Archer needs a better editor. When you’re getting turned on, you don’t want to be distracted by grammar errors or excessive word repetition. Okay, maybe most readers won’t notice these things the way an author like me does, but this kind of problem decreases my personal enjoyment. One particularly egregious error was the fact that the author refers to Theresa by her name, in a scene told from Gene’s point of view, before he has actually recognized the woman as his wife.

Second, I wasn’t very happy with the ending. The final chapter brings Gene and Theresa together for confessions and of course sex. All of a sudden, Theresa changes from a sweet, eager slut to something of a bitch. She lays down the law to Gene, telling him she’s going to give herself to “the Bull” (Larry) and leave him with sloppy seconds. Gene will have to live with being a cuckold, or live without her.

Her behavior struck me as extremely out of character. It also spoiled the “feel good” atmosphere of the rest of the book. I don’t like abuse mixed in with my sex. One reason I enjoy Mr. Archer’s stories is that everyone ends up satisfied. In this case, Gene likes to watch his wife with other guys but he is not, fundamentally, a guy who gets off being cuckolded. Yet he’s being forced into that role. It was as if the author all of a sudden remembered that this story had been labeled as a “cuckold” tale and stuck this ending on as an afterthought.

Overall, though, I enjoyed this over-the-top erotic romp. If you’re in the mood for light-hearted, no holds (or holes!) barred sex, pick up a copy of The Watchers. 

 

The Dark Side of Dominance

By Wayne C. Rogers (Guest Blogger)

 

In 1977, I was managing a used bookstore. That was the year An Excess of Love by Jac Lenders changed my life. This book was my first introduction to female domination and cuckolding. The novel affected me so strongly that I finally knew what I wanted in a relationship.

A year after reading the An Excess of Love, an older woman (Dee) came into the bookstore where I worked. She was thirty-nine, and I was twenty-eight. Dee had on a tight black leather skirt with black pantyhose and high-heels, and an expensive light-blue, long-sleeved blouse. She was also married with five children (her husband was in the military and had just been stationed overseas), and was dominant as hell. In less than a week, we were having a blatant affair that would last for nearly a decade. Her husband was totally against everything she wanted to experiment with in the bedroom. I, on the other hand, was willing to try anything.

I loaned her my copy of An Excess of Love, and that opened up even more areas of interest to her, especially cuckolding. This was a woman who was bored with vanilla sex at home and wanted to try something risky such as having affairs with other men. In time, she would use my apartment for that. Nothing was taboo with Dee. She had no trouble tying me face down on a bed and beating my buttocks hard with a bamboo rod when displeased with my behavior. She also had no problem with having me perform oral sex on her for hours at a time and then leaving me sexually unfulfilled when it was time to return home. I certainly had no problem with her lovers. In fact, when she would tell me about them, it sexually excited me to no end. I kept my apartment cleaned for her and the other men. I made sure my bed always had fresh sheets on it whenever she was bringing someone to my place.

Even when her husband returned home, we continued with the affair. My apartment was a safe haven for Dee as well as for the other men she occasionally saw. She often talked about what it would be like to have me as her submissive husband and doing exactly as she pleased within the marriage. I always thought we would’ve made the perfect couple had things been different.

After ten years, I moved out west, living in Las Vegas for a while, then San Francisco, and finally back to Vegas. It was here in sin city that I first saw the house on Palomino Lane that would become the subject for my novel, The House of Blood. I instinctively knew the house would be perfect for a couple whose lifestyle was based on female domination. Not the loving kind of female domination, but the rough and painful kind that drew blood.

It took another sixteen years before I was finally able to write the book. I wanted to throw everything I could think of into the mix, stir it around, and see what developed. The theme of the story was about two consenting adults who have a marriage based female domination. They buy a haunted house that was once own by the infamous Lady Anne, the Whip Lady of Las Vegas during sixties. Though the novel would start out with the couple having a loving marriage, it would quickly disintegrate into something harsh, brutal, unmerciful, and utterly humiliating for the husband as his wife came under the total influence Lady Anne’s horrible spirit.

I wrote the first edition in 2007 and sold it immediately to Pink Flamingo Publication. The novel, however, didn’t feel finished. I then rewrote it in 2010, eliminating whole chapters and adding fifty pages of new material, upping the ante of what Chris Hill would endure at the hands of his sadistic, dominant wife. I felt the new edition was infinitely better than the previous one. Of course, it was geared more toward a male audience, than a female one. Still, I heard from women who found the novel arousing.

Blurb

Chris Hill is a successful writer of horror fiction. When he and his wife, Katherine, move into the old, Gothic-styled house on Palomino Lane, their lives quickly change for the worse. For Katherine, the dark history of the house draws her into its vile, evil web. The house and spirit of Lady Anne possess her, feeding off the pain, humiliation, cuckolding, and sexual perversity that Katherine inflicts on her submissive husband. Unable to say no to his wife’s sexual desires, Chris finds himself sinking further into a dark abyss with no escape.

Ordering information

The e-book of The House of Blood is available on many websites, including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, the FemDom Cave, and the Erotic Book Network. The trade paperback can also be purchased through the eroticbooknetwork.com.

Biography

Wayne C. Rogers has been writing since the early eighties. He’s had numerous book reviews published, along with one novel, four novellas, and over fifty short stories in both the horror and erotic genres. Barbara Cardy in England, will be publishing several of his female domination/cuckolding short stories in her e-book and paperback anthologies during 2013. JM Snyder Books has recently published his “Countess” trilogy (A Night of Hunger, The Den of Inequity, and The Countess) which deals with a female dominatrix in San Francisco who also happens to be a vampire. The short story, The House of Pain, was just published in the paperback anthology, Peep Show: Volume 2. Mr. Rogers has also written two feature-length screenplays and four short scripts that are based on his fiction.