tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32600865366679526782024-03-14T13:18:13.249-04:00Joelle Casteel- author of bdsm eroticaJoelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-20698854988888801522013-12-31T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-31T00:00:07.374-05:00Topic Tuesday- the best & worst of 2013 and what I'm looking forward to in 2014<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Yes, I groaned when I saw this topic
from Jeff. Sighs, it's been a year. :( Well admittedly, I'm mostly
thinking about November and December- the large personal catastrophes
have overshadowed what happened in the months before. Health issues
with both mother and mother-in-law, change in job situation for my
Master. Of course these all have huge attendant stresses and none is
resolved yet. We even had the rare large disagreement- I hate to say
"fight" because I doubt few people would look from the
outside at the disagreement and label it a fight- voices were never
raised, no swearing happened, no violent physical contact happened.
Specifically looking at the "best/worst" part, I was led to
thinking about my Saturday "joys/sorrows" post on Facebook.
For non-Unitarian Universalists reading this, let me explain this
basic ritual of community that UUs engage in in most if not all of
our congregations. Whether it's lighting a candle at a specific point
in a service, dropping a stone into water, or some other action,
usually with words from our minister or another teacher, we share
joys and sorrows in our lives. Because I'm a lifestyle submissive and
while UUs tend to be rather open-minded about a lot of stuff, alt sex
people (especially polyamorous and kinky people) find less to no
welcome or support, depending on what part of the country and even
from one congregation to another. I go to the online UU church,
<a href="http://www.questformeaning.org/" target="_blank">Church of the Larger Fellowship</a>, and I struggled with what to call my
Master when sharing a joy or sorrow that mentioned Him, so I stopped
sharing as many joys/sorrows; now I do it in my status message so I
can tag if I want, refer to Him as "Master" for my comfort.</div>
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It seems now that all the "best"
I can think of is matched by a "worst." Like I competed in
and won <a href="http://campnanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">"Camp Nano</a>" (like <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">Nanowrimo</a> but in your choice of
April or July; I did July), but I failed to complete Nanowrimo- too
much IRL stress. However, that is balanced by the excitement about my
Nanowrimo WIP by the people who've read snippets of it on my blog- so
I'm pushing to finish it ASAP and hoping that <a href="http://www.blushingbooks.com/" target="_blank">Blushing Books</a> (who's
my first choice to submit to as I mention them in it) accepts the
submission and publishes it. I learned a bunch more about
self-publishing, made friends with a guy who does great work, but my
Master losing His job means there isn't the money to use those
services at the moment- and I'm hoping on two book releases in the
next month. I've had a great year with author blogging- the schedule
has been a great help- but it seems I still worry about how many page
views, how many comments, how to increase both, and what all the
blogging is accomplishing- as I have only a free ebook, I don't have
any "it's helping me sell books" to weigh the usefulness of
blogging by that.</div>
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My 13 year old dog has lost a few teeth
this year, but that fact that she's still alive, happy, and not
having accidents inside the house balance out the teeth lose.
However, it's at the point of "she's very old." Then there
was Xion- the more recent rescue. We didn't have him very long
because he was already old when we adopted him and yeah, it was very
hard when we had to put him to sleep because his body was just
failing. But he was a very loving dog. After the vet put him on a
diet (3 cups of California blend veggies, 1 cup of boiled potatoes,
and 2 cups of dog food) and Prozac, he was even more loving.</div>
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Then there's <a href="http://lifewritingandmiscellany.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Annikka Woods</a>. I'm not
sure where friendship, beta reader, and writing friend all began,
ended, overlapped etc. Nanowrimo was difficult in many ways for her
too and when she was AFK for weeks, I started to get really anxious.
But thankfully one day, she got onto Facebook, explained what had
happened. So now my Master is again hearing "Well Annikka
said..." lol</div>
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2014- I can't handle too much more of 2013, too many bitter spots. I
want changes to slow down. I'm talking major changes here- I'm
looking at becoming caretaker of my mother-in-law (who had a stroke
and now needs constant care.) I want my Master to find a good paying
job that He also enjoys. I want at least two books published, if not
more. I want to find another LGBT book hop to take part in so that my
writing can get out to that audience (yeah, I write BDSM erotica, but
rarely with straight people.) I want to see continued and improving
success at the two gaming stores that make up a large portion of my
Master's and our teen's social life. As I shared on <a href="http://tymberdalton.com/new-years-revolutions-and-a-contest" target="_blank">Tymber Dalton's blog</a>, where doing so could win a signed copy of her book "The
Denim Dom," when I think of 2014 it's about "sharing."
Often several times a day, author friends and acquaintances will say
(especially on Facebook) something like "you're such a good
sharer." Part of "writing in community"- I swear I
remember <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Anastasia Vitsky</a> using that phrase first and she probably
even has an archived post about it on her blog- is that sharing and
it's an important activity to me. Sure, in part, I hope if I share
other's posts, when they see my promo posts that they'll then share.
But it's larger than that. I don't see myself as in direct
competition with these other authors so seeing them succeed too is
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Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-78500667431845184942013-12-27T23:00:00.000-05:002013-12-28T08:35:28.071-05:00#SatSpanks ... little white panties<div class="first-line-indent">
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06;">8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.</span></i></div>
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So I was struggling with what to do a snippet from for this week- still too much IRL stress :( - and I thought of "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three." It's the 3rd book in my Vala's Story serial; it needs some re-writing before it returns to my BR and hopefully is ready to go on to my editor. Vala (because she likes talking directly to my readers) announces early in the book that she's changing the style her and her ghost writer have been using so far in the telling of her story. In a moment of "I want to show something going on in The Queen's world that didn't directly affect me," Vala shared pointed out a spanking that turned her on in the hearing of what happened.</div>
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Scene set-up: In "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" Prisca screws up royally (be watching for announcement on release of the book so you can read her screw up and parts of The Queen's punishment). He's forced her to stammer her way through why she ignored his summons and now he's "resetting the relationship." While it might not look like it, this is his equivalent of the DD/spanking romance where the HoH cuddles the TiH after a spanking.</div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">The Queen pulled Prisca onto his lap and
playfully kissed her neck. He flipped her onto her stomach, on his
lap. He yanked her girlish white panties to her ankles before
smacking her ass hard.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">Prisca moaned questioningly.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">"Don't ever avoid me again! Do it
and I'll chain you to my ankles!" The Queen smacked Prisca's ass
several more times.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">"Ye... yes... my... my Queen,"
Prisca whimpered, her little white night shirt falling towards her
head, her nipples brushing against his legs and growing hard.</span></div>
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<!-- start LinkyTools script --><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=219493" type="text/javascript" ></script><!-- end LinkyTools script -->Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-58684858070392609642013-12-27T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-27T00:00:06.616-05:00Vala is a huge brat- although talking with her did help me some :D<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When
thinking on this "specific kink" or "character
conversation" post, it made sense that I'd start with Vala. Of
course she'd have to brat, but as often with Vala, underneath all
that, she manages to be helpful and to somehow show her innate
kindness. You may get warning- in my post for Thursday- what's
happening in my mind about Friday- or you might not and you'll just
have to be a good little reader and see what possessed my mind when I
was writing. :D</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Now
don't waste my time, Joelle. What music are we listening to as we do
whatever it is you're thinking we're going to do?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><u>Vala
paused.</u> Really? Superchick?
And now I think this is Selah?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Isn't
it time for your maintenance spanking from The Queen, ms mouthy?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>You're
the one who wanted to talk. What? are you and Shaman struggling?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not
like that. Life just sucks at the moment. Too much stress. Part of me
would really like to get back into your story- just reading Skipping
to find a snippet for Saturday Spankings was a treat. Although I
closed it before I got too into reading Prisca enjoying Abrecan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Now
this is better. Marilyn Manson. And older Marilyn. His voice isn't
quite as deep as The Queen's but nearly, and the maturity he brings
to these songs. Funny to think about your Master finding the picture
of him back when he was just dorky little Brian Warner. Of course he
was a dork as a teen.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Thank
the Gods you changed back to Marilyn before trying to write more
today- I was worried you'd continue subjecting me to that
contemporary Christian crap.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hey!
Drop that attitude right now! You know The Queen enjoys some of the
same bands I do- why are you being a brat?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>'Cause?
Yup, 'cause... same answer you give your Master all too often. Oo,
turn up the volume! Love this song!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Okay,
so you've been managing blog posts, but no fiction. What's up with
that? You'd gotten to the point you were dealing with all your
stresses better. You got books 1 and 2 of my story together- you
still gotta get copies to your editor.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I
know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"I
know" what? You need to write some fiction. Like finish that
scene you have going in your ageplay story. You've people waiting on
that book. Try the emailing the books to your editor tomorrow- since
your friend mentioned yahoo mail acting up.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Well,
not necessarily entire fiction, but with your Master and you both so
stressed, why don't you write a fictional sex scene with him?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But
I wanted to go further with Greta's story before The Queen collared
you- at least one more scene so that next Monday's set.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I
say you should finish that AP scene, then a fictional scene before
you consider Greta. After all, she was pretty cooperative in the
writing of what you already have.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">More
cooperative than you normally are. (I grin, waiting for Vala's
offended response.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Shut
your hole!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well
you gotta admit, unless it's The Queen and He's just punished you for
something, you're not very cooperative. And my Master? Why should I
write a fictional scene?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Well
don't go writing about my Master, not when you're bummed and
struggling to write. Leave my Master out of it, brat.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brat?
You're the brat!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I'm
trying to help you, brat. Okay. Think on it. You start with a nice BJ
and let it go from there. You should be able to write it, especially
after you manage to finish at least the AP scene.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah,
you're probably right. This is a decent "first conversation"
piece for Friday. What do you think about for next week? Who might I
talk to if I don't have a specific kink?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>You're
working with Greta- she might be good. If you don't want her both on
Monday and Friday, maybe Joey from your AP would be good.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hm.
yes. I'll put them in as possibilities and not worry about it for
now. Thanks for the help, Vala.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>You're
welcome. Now go talk to Joey.</i></span></div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-28780003784568836652013-12-26T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-26T00:00:08.555-05:00Is Ze/He/She pleased?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am pleased."</div>
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I'm sure I'd be amused by
the results if I counted how many times The Queen says this
throughout all 9 books of Vala's story then the various spin-offs.
Regardless of which slave he's saying it to (I almost feel naughty
using a contraction when talking about The Queen because he almost
never uses them :D ), the slave in question will feel some level of
pleasure on hearing that. Like Tommy, I can almost imagine Tommy
having an orgasm just from hearing The Queen saying those three
little words. At times, in ways, it's almost better than hearing "I
love you."</div>
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I'm lead to thinking about
one of Vala's lessons in "Gates of the Garden: Book Two." I
think I called it something like "The Theoretical Discussion of
Obedience" or something nearly as pretentious :D. One of the
topics that the slaves settle on is how obedience and the positive
feelings from pleasing a dominant are tied together. I don't agree
that "pleasure from pleasing a dominant" is some basic
thing in all submissives, all slaves, whatever "s" type
label one might want to use; there's always exceptions to every rule.</div>
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I don't know. I started this
off with some grand notion. Yeah, in fiction, this phrase fills me
with all sorts of good feelings. Happiness, physical arousal just to
name two. Although at the moment, the level of stress in my personal
life just has me thinking how things can mean so many things. At the
moment, just hearing "it's not about you, it's about me"
from my Master is another way of hearing those words. Nope, I don't
recall my Master every actually saying those three words, but
regularly He says "I love you" and various comments that
equal that. Just recently I heard from Him, "I know you're
strong help to help my mom."</div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-46274284741790251312013-12-23T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-23T00:00:11.926-05:00Greta learns from a different angle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So Annikka
said she'd like to learn more about Greta and I started writing a
little prequel to Vala's Story. I'm having fun. Remember that Greta
had been collared a year before The Queen finally collared Vala. I'll
leave his history with Greta to the brief introduction in "Out
of the Night: Book One" (yes, the re-release is coming!) and
finally to "The Book of Meeting" (working title for a
spin-off planned for afer the completion of Vala's Story). I can't say at the outset how many weeks of Greta you may get :D</div>
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Scene set up-
Greta, a Domme friend of The Queen's, finally begged his collar. First she had her collaring
ceremony then came the excitement of Iona's promotion and her pairing
ceremony with Iona. We join the women waking up in Iona's bedroom the
next morning.</div>
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<i>Back story tidbit- The Queen and Iona
have an unplanned child together, Erik, who's about 1.5 years at this
point in story-time.</i></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta opened her eyes and glanced around
her. She hadn't thought to look around much yesterday after her
collaring ceremony. The pale yellow walls. The smooth deep brown of
the various pieces of furniture. She continued taking inventory of
the things in Iona's room that she could see from the sleeping board.
She lifted her head to look at the lavender throw blanket that the
beautiful domme had covered her with at bedtime last night.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #741b47;">Domme? So I'm no longer the domme,
but Iona has been promoted to that rank within The Queen's stable.
But was does that mean? Iona, the preciously submissive girl that
I've known for years now. She's my domme? Does the d need to be
capped? Breathe. I knew this, begging his collar, his stable, the
system of authority. I even wanted to submit to Iona as well. My
Lady.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta
startled out her thoughts when Iona climbed under the blanket and
cuddled up.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Morning."
Iona kissed Greta's cheek and then settled back down, her head
resting on Greta's shoulder.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Morning,
my Lady." Greta tried to lift her left hand, as if to cuddle
Iona, only to be held by the cuff to the board.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Been
awake long?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Not
very long, maybe a few minutes, my Lady."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Iona dragged
her fingers down Greta's shoulder, over the upper chest, before
caressing one breast.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta moaned.
<i>Her fingers are so soft.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Have
you ever noticed what mornings are like for the fourth class when
you've spent the night?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta's moans
turned to whimpers when Iona pinched one nipple. "Uh... some of
it, my Lady."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Iona held her
upper body up to kiss Greta on the lips. She traced them with her
tongue. "Did you notice how breakfast happens?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"The
Queen makes some sort of decision, but I'm not exactly sure what, my
Lady." <i>How did I not notice more?</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Iona giggled.
"You'll need to pay attention and learn quick." She started
undoing the cuffs. "One of the first things we need to find out
The Queen's pleasure on is breakfast, casual or formal." She
threw the blanket aside and simply looked over Greta's naked body.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta pushed
her lips together, lest she start biting them in anxiety of what Iona
was looking for, at.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Are you
grateful I covered you up last night?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Is that expression innocence? Or
merely attentiveness?</i> "Very
grateful, thank you, my Lady."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Iona
moved to Greta's feet and undid those buckles.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta
stretched her feet, her toes pointed. <i>I'll get used to
this?</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Iona
giggled again. "Earn your way into sleeping with me."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes,
my Lady." <i>Something tells me that's your preference,
my Lady.</i> Greta marveled at the
smile she found on her lips. <i>I'm already learning.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"That's
my girl." Iona tapped her fingers against Greta's lips. "Now
the thing about The Queen making his decision, he'll let us know in a
variety of ways what he's decided. This morning I happened to go
visit Simon and Tommy's room and I found out from Simon that we're
having a casual breakfast this morning."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i><span style="color: #741b47;">Happened? Whatever do you mean, my
Lady?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Because
this is my first day as dom and you as The Queen's slave, we agreed
to have Brenna keep Erik at the loft." Iona cupped each of
Greta's breasts with one small hand. "So we'll get the uniform
on you and that's it. I'm ready for breakfast now and 'casual' means
we'll just go get breakfast."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes,
my Lady." <i>Where did the fourth class eat the last time
I visited during a formal dinner? And we have breakfast and lunch
sometimes as formal affairs too? Shit!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Sit on
the foot of my bed."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta looked
up to Iona's face even as she hopped to her feet- Iona's tone in
ordering caught her unsuspecting. She watched the soft white dress
float around Iona's body as she moved to the pile of her sub's
uniform.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Gather
all that lovely hair up on your head."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes, my
Lady." Greta grabbed her braid and piled it in one hand.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">The bed
shifted as Iona knelt on the bed behind Greta.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Greta
squeaked in surprise, although the sound morphed into a moan with
Iona' s teasing kisses against the nape of her neck.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Such a
good girl." Iona wrapped the heavy posture collar around Greta's
neck.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i>Will each uniform piece be its own
tease? </i>Greta cried out when Iona
nipped playfully at her earlobe with those tiny teeth.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"We'll
have breakfast then go join The Queen in the playroom for your first
lesson."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes,
my Lady." <i>I didn't expect him to get moving this fast.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Be
a good girl and cooperate while I put your harness on you."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Yes,
my Lady." Greta sighed happily. <i>Years ago, but then my
Lady mightn't have been ready for me.</i></span></div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-84739865600381358492013-12-22T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-22T00:00:05.764-05:00Just a little different- from "Vala's Recuperation"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>The Queen gazed at his bed. He sipped
his coffee as he tried to find a tuft of Mearr's beautiful red hair
amongst the pile of blankets.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>"She seems to be resting well, my
Queen."</i></div>
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<i>The Queen slowly looked up the twink
standing in front of him. No, not a twink really because Tommy was
too old for that. But his boy's fragility always touched him so
deeply.</i></div>
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<i>He pulled on Tommy's hands until his boy
knelt between his legs. "I love you, my sweet, baby boy. I take
it you were able to get everything Karl suggested?"</i></div>
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<i>"Yes, my Queen. All put away."
Tommy laid his head on The Queen's jean-covered thigh.</i></div>
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<i>"Things running well at the
mansion?" He dragged his fingers through Tommy's soft black
locks.</i></div>
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<i>"Yes, my Queen. Between Abrecan
keeping everything under control and Ely in his element making
plans." Tommy brushed his fingers over The Queen's other leg.
"Have you eaten yet today, my Queen? Let me make you something?"</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>The Queen grinned. "Am I looking
that haggard that you are so solicitous?"</i></div>
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<i>Tommy blushed, the red flowering high
over his cheekbones. "Not exactly, my Queen. I mean, not worse
than first time Erik was teething."</i></div>
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<i>The Queen shuddered; a teething child
was not good at all, but he refused to pull the rich person's "leave
it all for the nanny."</i></div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-86129095081253601392013-12-20T23:00:00.000-05:002013-12-20T23:00:04.978-05:00#SatSpanks ... What will Master think of Joey and Mommy?<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i><span style="color: #b45f06;">8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked.
Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their
links are at the bottom of this post.</span></i></div>
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Lalalalala.... no, I'm not getting ready for Christmas, although I've been enjoying Anastasia Vitsky's Advent Calendar- how about you?</div>
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So today I'm sharing the last of the snippets from my Nanowrimo project "Mommy." If you haven't been keeping up, enjoy the snippets in this order: Joey earns her spanking; Mommy and Joey go to the guest room; Mommy makes Joey talk about why she's being spanked; the spanking finally happens. Now at the very end of the scene, after Joey has gotten her cuddles from Mommy, Master surprises them, having woken up without them knowing it.</div>
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<i>
"Did she do something to
warrant a paddling? I'm still not entirely sure how these things work
in AP." Master crossed the room to stand in front of us.</i></div>
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<i>"Very rudely, with no actual
provocation from me, she yelled no at me." Mommy's frown sounded
in her voice. "And just because I stepped beside her as she was
finishing putting away the ingredients we'd bought for dessert
tonight. But I reminded her how to be a good girl."</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>"Joey girl, remember that I
hoped Mara's visit would help you deal with me switching over to
midnights. See that it does."</i></div>
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<i>"Yes, Master." I closed
my eyes again and basked in the similar yet different embraces of
Master and Mommy.</i></div>
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Master works swing shifts and Mommy's come to visit Joey when he's making the change from day shift to midnight shift.</div>
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So I've made a decision. I've decided that, depending on my interests and reader suggestions, I'm going to have one of two possibilities on my blog on Fridays- that's during the day in the EST zone :D- if you wait up to 11pm EST, you'll get to enjoy my 8 sentence snippet for the <a href="http://saturdayspankings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Saturday Spankings blog hop</a> :)- but getting back to it lol, I'll have either a) specific kink or b) a conversation with a character. Now "conversation with a character," I've shared with you before (on my "fiction" day) where I've had conversations with The Queen, Vala, and Iona now. For these conversation posts, any of my characters will be fair game and sometimes, they may actually talk directly at you readers :D. I saw a post on Facebook today about it being just 5 days until Christmas; ugh, I'm sadly one of those people for whom the holiday is more about sadness and stress. In light of that, I'm going to give you the first conversation next Friday :). But please do remember the two blog hops I do Friday night/Saturday- <a href="http://seductivestuds.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Seductive Studs and Sirens blog hop</a> is the mini LGBT hop that I also take part in.Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-39875515767343738462013-12-19T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-19T05:32:44.099-05:00Different types of BDSM<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">This
post came to me largely from various negative reviews of Laura
Antoniou's "The Marketplace." Yes, there were some typos
and such that an editor could have fixed- I didn't take issue with
those reviews. My issue is with comments that amounted to "I
don't like this. Let me give it 1 star because this isn't how I see
BDSM. It's military style- where's the love and romance?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">As
I vented to a friend recently: "people, read the blurb!" It
was obvious to me, as a person with decades experience in BDSM, that
this wasn't "BDSM erotic romance." But I digress. Reviews
aren't so much what I'm thinking about as types of BDSM.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">BDSM
as an acronym is an umbrella term- bondage, discipline, domination,
sadism, masochism. And the various kinks, fetishes, interests that
are considered BDSM by people are mind-boggling. Of course even
there, there's disagreement. Like those fur-lined handcuffs? Those
would seem to be bondage, but plenty of "vanilla" or
mainstream couples use them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Giving
a nod to Laura's books (at least the first one that it the only I've
managed to read so far), some dominants want their slaves trained in
such a way and there are probably those out there who would use a
service like that to find a BDSM slave. That isn't my Master however.
We had casual sex at first, started incorporating BDSM. Then He
collared me as His submissive. Love developed over the length of our
relationship and He married me legally when such became possible- ex
had been dragging his feet on giving me the divorce I wanted until he
was ready to remarry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I
find what that reviewer called the "military style" of BDSM
intriguing. The people receiving slave training lived dorm-style.
They had schedules, items allowed them, etc. Their lives during
training were closely controlled. I might not want that IRL, but as
BDSM erotica, I found it arousing. However, I don't think it's as
rigid as all that- parts of the training where most definitely
formulated based on the person's strengths, weaknesses, what sort of
role they'd do best at.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Back
to IRL, I know that there are BDSM relationships (both monogamous and
polyamorous), where the sub was always naked, slept in a cage or
somehow bound. As a mother and an educator, I would point to that
"always"- there's always an exception to the rule :D. But
really, I've had people assume that I'm naked 24/7 because I live in
a "Master/slave" dynamic. Well no. There's a dog to take
outside. There's a teen to raise. There're home chores that are
unsafe to do while naked. It's a regular joke about "Are you
going to put something on to cook bacon?" because I do live
clothing optional lol.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">With
ageplay, I've learned a ton about expectations and about them not
fitting every reality or relationship. It seems online or with people
who don't know much about ageplay, the term is synonymous with
infantlism or "adult diaper play." Of course that's not the
only type of ageplay, but it seems that that's the type that is most
taboo in people's minds, so it's the type thought of. In my Nanowrimo
WIP with the working title "Mommy," I'm experimenting with
a "Mommy/little girl" dynamic (I'm told by other authors
this makes my story different) as well as a "little" who
pictures herself more as a young teen (like maybe 13 or 14).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">So
a message I've said before and in many ways, we need to learn that
our personal squicks shouldn't lead us into judgment of a BDSM
activity- consent is the key, whether that be a man consenting to be
tied to a bed or a woman consenting to her domme to give her an
enema... and millions of other things.</span></div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-11792423295898709172013-12-17T08:29:00.001-05:002013-12-17T08:29:07.282-05:00A blog after my own heart :D TMI Tuesday<a href="http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/">http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/</a> so I saw this on an erotica author list and thought I'd share it. Of course, I don't limit my TMI posts to any given day :D but this is a fun idea :)Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-50873538959780441242013-12-17T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-17T00:00:07.394-05:00In which Joelle wanders...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So if you haven't already made it there, go check out Ana's Advent Calendar <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">http://governingana.wordpress.com/</a> It's great fun! Some days cleaner than others, but we're all having fun. A lot of us are spankos, but not necessarily all. It's not particularly religious, although some of us do talk about our religions. But yes, our wonderful Anastasia Vitsky is doing a great job welcoming us all to her blog this advent season. It's been good to have Ana's calendar. While you may or may not have noticed- I've tried to keep on top of blogging, even on days when it didn't feel like I could- from the beginning of November on, it's seemed like one personal problem after another. Some felt like catastrophes, some others were just unplanned and a bit difficult. Of course there's still a lot coming- my Master is still trying to find a job, we need to get our house ready for the eventuality of my mother- and brother-in-law moving in. I need to find support groups, figure out being a caregiver. All while still doing all the hundreds of other things I already do. Yeah, trying to avoid the pity party, but some days, that's how I'm feeling.<br />
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I got the work done on the first two Vala's Story books: "Out of the Night: Book One" and "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" that I talked a bit about this week <a href="http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/12/whats-happening-with-valas-story.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/12/a-lovely-review-of-out-of-night-book.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And now I'm reading "Mommy" (my BDSM/ageplay polyamory WIP from this Nanowrimo) to get ready to finish up the rough draft. I've had lots of giggles, especially finding various silly typos- I think Master grunting rather than the intended granting has been one of the most amusing.<br />
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I hope to have various author friends guest on the blog soon, so you'll all get to read about other books that are coming out recently (like my friend <a href="http://www.thiadesigns.com/" target="_blank">Thianna D'</a>s "Took My Breath Away" that comes out in about a day, which she'll be stopping by on 12/24 to promote with an interesting post).<br />
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I do hope to give you more fiction- like the lengthy short with The Queen and Vala that I shared <a href="http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/12/a-blowjob-before-punishment-spanking.html" target="_blank">yesterday</a>. And don't worry- whether you celebrate Christmas or not- I don't plan to leave you hanging and I will be posting book reviews on that day as well.Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-83581821574883159562013-12-16T00:00:00.000-05:002014-03-06T16:56:37.356-05:00A blowjob before a punishment spanking? The Queen enjoys ValaIf you go to <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Governing Ana</a> now you'll find her Advent Calendar 2013; all more than a 100 of us have been having so much fun! A short story, in last year's "White Elephant Exchange," I ended up giving the gift of a spanking story to <a href="http://www.reneeroseromance.com/" target="_blank">Renee Rose</a>- I do I feel the editing bug still biting! I will edit's Renee's story and give her an even better one. So when I found the first 107 words of this story sitting in a folder as I was sorting things to work on Vala's Story stuff, that's why this story turned out the way it did :D . I find, the more I read about domestic discipline, the more I want to have this hybrid (both IRL and in some of my fiction) of things thought to be DD and things thought to be BDSM to be mixed in one relationship. If any submissive partner ever needed "taken in hand," I'd squarely nominate Vala, who has taken bratting to an art form that I don't even manage on my brattiest days :D So with the notion of Vala being "TiH" (an acronym used by many DD people), I wrote this in The Queen's perspective. Of course only Renee's read the story I wrote for her- at least as far as I know, nothing says she didn't share it with someone- but this can almost be thought of as "part two." Everyone will enjoy it, but I hope Renee enjoys her part two :D<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master likes the sound it makes on my ass.</td></tr>
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The Queen gazed at Vala. He studied the
curves of her body, the way her ass sloped down to her thighs.
<i>Gorgeous thighs. Gorgeous body. Love my girl.</i>
He moved to the side of the bed, still not touching her bound,
blindfolded body.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala shuddered against the bed, The
Queen's nearness washing over her. She arched her back. Her pelvis
tilted, putting her lips, her cunt, her asshole on display for him.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
The
Queen's hand tightened into a fist against his thigh. He adjusted his
hardening cock in his jeans. <i>Take my time, enjoy this.</i>
He released his fist and reached out to stroke her trembling thigh.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"My
Queen?" Vala whispered.</div>
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<br /></div>
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"Sh,"
he urged her.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
moaned softly from behind tightly closed lips.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
The
Queen brushed his fingers against her inner thighs, marveling at the
softness of her skin. He pressed his fingertips between her lips,
into the wetness of her arousal. A hissing breath escaped his parted
lips at her hips' movements. <i>My slave.</i>
He dipped his fingers into her cunt and then brought that moisture up
to her asshole, first one finger pushing into her body then the
other. Just enough to make her moan again, make her push back into
his fingers.</div>
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<div class="first-line-indent">
The
small of Vala's back arched farther, pushing her more into The
Queen's fingers. She moaned into pillow beneath her head.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Good
girl." The Queen scissored his fingers apart inside Vala's ass,
stretching her. "Whatever should I do with you?"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
moaned questioningly.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i>Smart, obedient girl.</i>
"Yes, I mean you to answer me with words now."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
turned her head to the side, her mouth freed of the pillow. "I'd
thought you'd meant to correct my attitude, my Queen, as I was rather
bratty."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Correct?"
The Queen chuckled. <i>Yes, she's been reading DD again.</i></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Yes,
my Queen. I thought you meant to restrain me, remind me of my place,
then paddle me or do something else that I wouldn't enjoy, my
Queen." Vala paused, licking her lips.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i>Gods, I want to kiss her but I think
she has some more things to babble.</i>
The Queen undid the button fly of his jeans and pushed them to the
floor. He pressed his lips together at the groan that threatened at
his cock freed from its restraint. He moved to the side of his bed
where he could stand directly in front of her face.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
lifted her head farther off the pillow. Her nose flared in delicate
sniffing motions.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
The
Queen leaned against the bed.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"I
beg to suck your cock, my Queen." Vala's mouth caught in a
perfect circle.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"My
pretty baby girl." The Queen placed a knee on the bed and
leaned farther. He groaned openly when her lips enveloped his cock,
taking him in. He cupped her neck with one hand. <i>Not what I
planned, but it works.</i> Even
blindfolded, she suckled his cock, drew it in deep, sucking. He felt
his other knee start to buckle and leaned heavier on his bed. "Do
you want me to come down your throat?"</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Hm
hm," Vala answered around The Queen's cock.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
He
knelt on the bed and took Vala's head in both hands. He held it still
and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, starting to go faster.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
made a small choking noise and her hands fisted above the cuffs.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Good
girl. I know you wish you could touch me. But your mouth feels so
good." The Queen focused on Vala's face, the thick, black
leather blindfold covering her eyes, her lips so beautiful. Her
cheeks pulled in slightly as she pulled on his cock with her loving
mouth. He clenched his teeth. Holding her head tighter, he fucked her
face, short, brutal thrusts of his cock into her wet mouth.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala's
body spasmed against the bed as much as her bonds would allow.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i>I love it when she moves like that in
her arousal.</i> The Queen bared
down, pushing his cock to the base into Vala's mouth, grinning when
she gagged again, unprepared to find herself deep-throating him. He
grunted as the orgasm burst in his testicles and rushed up into his
cock. "My slave," he cried out as he pumped his cum down
her throat.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
struggled to swallow. Her thighs pressed together as if she sought to
control her own desire to orgasm.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Good
baby girl." The Queen crawled over Vala. His fingers worked
quickly to remove her blindfold. He crawled down his bed to unbuckle
her feet. <i>I must thank Ely again for this wonderful
built-in bondage.</i> </div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
He lay down
beside her, their bodies pressed against each other, before he freed
her wrists. "Come here, little girl." He waited for her to
turn onto her side facing him, before he wrapped his arms around her.
"Love my little girl."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Love
you, my Queen." Vala gazed up at The Queen's face, her eyes
moist.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"I
got out of the habit of those maintenance spankings. They shall start
again."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Yes,
my Queen." Vala ran her teeth over her bottom lip.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i>How beautifully dependent she looks
when she does that.</i> "But
now we will have a punishment spanking."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Yes,
my Queen," Vala murmured.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i>How does that phrase, in her small
voice, always make me so hard?</i>
"Ely worked hard to make a special wood brush just for this,
just for me to spank your butt, both punishment and maintenance
spankings. You should thank him when you get the chance."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Yes,
my Queen."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"You
should also email Renee Rose and thank her for her books getting you
into DD." The Queen grinned.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
Vala
responded with a few small giggles. "I will, my Queen."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
The
Queen moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He patted his lap. "Over
you go. We shall see if you have earned yourself release after your
butt is good and red, exactly what you earned with your disrespectful
mouth."</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
"Yes,
my Queen. Thank you for correcting me, my Queen." Vala laid her
body out over The Queen's thighs, shuddering.</div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<br /></div>
<div class="first-line-indent">
<i>I think I do enjoy a little DD.</i>
He pushed the bristles into one asscheek, sighing when she shuddered
harder.</div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-91570344457311484412013-12-15T00:00:00.000-05:002014-02-03T00:01:46.725-05:00A lovely review of "Out of the Night: Book One" by S. J. Maylee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In celebration for the soon release (I swear, I just need to do a few things and then get it to my techy friend who does the formatting) of "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial, I wanted to share <a href="http://sjmaylee.com/" target="_blank">S. J. Maylee</a>'s review of the previous edition:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Out of the Night starts like a rocket, a slow burn and then blasts off. The action and feel in the first pages is scary and heart pounding. The extreme bad luck of the heroine takes a dramatic turn when she’s rescued from rock bottom existence. Her hero takes her in and helps her to get clean and from there the heart of the story really begins.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">The hero is really a BDSM Dom and he takes the heroine to be a slave in his stable. As he introduces each of his slaves and explains how he found them and their place in his stable, you could say the pacing slows. However, each introduction is so interesting that I didn’t care. Character is key and the author has developed a rich group.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">The final third of the book gives you a feel for how the stable functions. The author doesn’t shy away from any of the BDSM realities and her characters can be naughty. The punishments may be harsh, but not unrealistic in the BDSM community. The author doesn’t shy away from taking risks either. There is head hopping, but I was never confused as to who’s point of view I was in.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Joelle Casteel is an author to watch.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Be watching for news of the re-release. I'm pushing to make it happen! And shortly after that, you'll get to enjoy "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" from the serial, further explorations with The Queen, Vala, and all the other slaves.</span></span>Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-10386055952195208512013-12-13T23:00:00.000-05:002013-12-14T10:34:56.864-05:00#SatSpanks ... What a lovely antique paddlebrush<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i><span style="color: #4c1130;">8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked.
Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their
links are at the bottom of this post.</span></i></div>
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So have I teased you enough yet :D? You read Joey earning her punishment before they went to the guestroom. Of course Mara forced her little girl to talk about how, why she earned this spanking. Today you get to enjoy pants, panties down... Joey getting into position and the first smack... enjoy :)</div>
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(Giggles... and yeah, I need my own spanking for going a few more than the 9 or 10 sentences that might be overlooked to maybe 12... but they're good ones :D)</div>
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<i>"Pull your pants and panties to your ankles and then lay across
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"Yes, Mommy." It seemed like my body was of two minds- the
anxious, upset little girl pulling her pants down and the slave,
maybe, getting turned on at the idea of being spanked. The cotton
panties felt weird against my fingers in that moment as they joined
my pants pooling around my ankles. I lifted my gaze to Mommy's pretty
skirt; I wondered a little at how different it would be to spanked on
Mommy's silk covered lap, instead of Master's jean- or hair-covered
legs. My silly shirt with the dogs slid over the fabric as I obeyed
Mommy, my hands reaching out for the bedrail to steady myself.</i></div>
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"I've never been one for the whole 'counting the whacks' thing."
Mommy brushed her warm hand over my naked butt, sending shivers up my
spine. "I will spank you until I'm satisfied with how remorseful
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"Yes, Mommy," I whimpered. The first wallop from the
antique hairbrush caught me mid-breath. The sound of the violins was
oddly teasing as the pain radiated through me- this was nothing like
a regular BDSM spanking, at least not to me. I released the breath
fully.</i><br />
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But I was trying to figure out what to write about and I was just lost. Here is the loose schedule I'm still working with:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Monday:
short stories (often just for the blog)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Tuesday:
"Topic Tuesday" or random, if I really can't handle the
topic that Jeff's suggested</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Wednesday:
What I'm reading Wednesdays</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Thursday:
BDSM educational, philosophy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Friday:
Focusing on a specific kink. Saturday Spankings- a DD/corporal punishment blog hop- goes live at 11pm EST</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Saturday:
Submissive Saturdays, "sexy Saturday"- what is sexy to me,
blog hops</span></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sunday:
Sunday Six Sentences or Sunday Short Excerpt- Watch for Jeff posting
Tuesday's topic on FB</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">From time to time, I struggle with Sundays- especially depending on what's going on with Vala's Story- but I've found it a convenient day to invite others to guest on my blog so I'm able to give my readers a chance to meet other authors. Friday continues to be an issue for me though; ideas that are appropriate for my Thursday theme just come to mind easier. And with Fridays, I sometimes think of something and then the follow up thought comes "but that happens in [whatever later Vala's Story book that's not ready yet]!" So I'm again begging for readers' thoughts. What should I post about? Maybe I need to make Friday more random? Or maybe there's some kinks that readers would be interested in that I haven't written about?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">And a reminder- if you're up at 11pm EST, you can read my 8 sentences of spanking fun (from my ageplay WIP "Mommy") for <a href="http://saturdayspankings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Saturday Spankings blog hop</a>. And an hour after that, my 150 words of Vala and Iona kissing from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" goes live for <a href="http://seductivestuds.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Seductive Studs and Sirens mini blog hop</a>. I hope you enjoy both.</span></div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-33831970907469492322013-12-12T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-12T10:59:55.735-05:00What sort of sex do you like? My thoughts on turn ons, offs, especially in relationships<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I have a lot of winding, sometimes
related, sometimes barely related thoughts on the topic of what turns
a person on sexually or off, what can or does happen to these things
within a relationship. As a writer, I also have thoughts about how
what we writers write can be taken as endorsement of, as "that's
what I like," which isn't always the truth- are people who write
about serial killers asked about killing in the way erotic romance
writers are asked about our sex lives? I think not. I believe that's
mostly what I was thinking of when I decided to write this post; I'm
just glad this isn't an essay for an English class 'cause I'm not
sure that this would be an A+ essay and those were the only type I
found acceptable in school.</div>
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Of course we all know (right, we all
know this?) that what a person likes sexually is a very complex thing
impacted upon by dozens of different factors. Everything from what we
were raised (by our community, our church, our parents) to find
either acceptable or taboo sexually, something we like, something
that affected us. I read, heard somewhere that fetishes often come
from something that affected a person especially during puberty and
not always in the way we expect- it could be something as simple as
seeing a cute girl's tennis shoes when a boy had an erection. Then
there's the massive amounts of money spent on advertising (both
planned advertising and Hollywood-produced movies, which can
sometimes almost be an hour long commercial with the way products are
placed.) Social scientists, pundits, clergy, all sorts of people have
talked about how advertising affects us. Everywhere from blaming
sexualized images as corrupting our culture, of hurting females etc.
I'm not sure the causal links are always what social scientists try
to tell us, however I think we can agree that if you see enough of
one body type of TV, you may like it more than another.</div>
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I'm thinking ahead to the <a href="http://spankingromance.com/spanking-round-table-discussions/">Spanking
Romance Roundtable</a> that <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Anastasia Vitsky</a> is hosting on "fantasy
versus reality" (1/17/14)- yeah, I plan to write up to 2000
words on that one. But on topic here, I think about how "in real
life" and "in a book" enter the conversation of
likes/dislikes. For example, I enjoy some of the talk about things
being naughty, taboo in spanking fiction, but I'm fairly sure that
hearing "You're so naughty" from my Master would turn me
right off- "brat" is the closest I come in that. I've also
been finding myself trying to explain about panties- it's in a trope
in domestic discipline stories for the Head of the Household to lower
the Taken in Hand partner's panties to her (because yes, other than
Thianna D's <a href="http://www.thiannad.com/2013/08/anab1-available.html">"As
Natural as Breathing,"</a> which has a male/male couple, many are male/female with the female being spanked) ankles.
Big admission :D- well it might be big for some, but I'm pretty sure
my regular readers won't be surprised- I only wear under when I need
to during my period or for a Renaissance festival costume. So from a
practical stand point, I don't get the panties-around-the-ankles
thing, it being part of the punishment. I even have this idea about
the phrase "lady like" that I'm going to try to get my
Master to take part in :D.</div>
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Continuing along the "as a writer"
thought, I wanted to touch on the notion of an erotica/erotic romance
writer's sex life. One of the things that had originally provoked
this post was a friend on Facebook asking (big summary of a bunch of
comments here) if it didn't ruin the mystique of an author with me
talking about ageplay not being my thing. I looked over the posts
about ageplay that I'd posted around that time; well I couldn't find
anything that said I actively disliked ageplay, just that my Master
does, while I find the idea quite intriguing. My gut instinct was
that to be angry that she was taking my Master's dislike as my own.
However, re-reading her comments, I came to the conclusion that she
was pondering a bunch in words on things she didn't necessarily
understand so no, no reason to be angry. It was one of those moments
for me though when I want to ask someone "You're into BDSM, why
don't you understand?" But "BDSM" is such a large
umbrella term- there is all too much of "Ew. I don't understand
your kink, but I want you to respect mine." in the various BDSM
communities. So I'm stating here, at least the way it works for my
Master and me, what He likes or dislikes sexually does not keep me
from liking or disliking something- sure it limits the way I can
explore something, but it doesn't change my interest. Like I find
enemas totally erotic- He finds them disgusting- so I write about
them, watch pornography featuring them.</div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-43843462075064580682013-12-10T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-10T00:00:10.414-05:00Topic Tuesday... right, wrong, and thinking on the difference<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
How far would you go to do the right
thing? And have you ever done the wrong thing, only to reflect on it
later and realize you really should have done it differently?</div>
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When Kage gave this subject, I
explained that my first thought was of corporations. Now years ago,
my Master worked at Walmart and as a significant other, I got to see
many of the corporate practices that now have people boycotting and
protesting at their local stores. Especially at the store He worked,
you could see the managers making decisions that were for the bottom
line, that lacked forethought, long term planning. One of the most
irritating was around the number of cashiers. I'd join Him at the end
of His shift for some grocery shopping. He'd tell me "there were
all sorts of cashiers when I was up there last," but we'd find
long lines because they'd sent a bunch of cashiers home (because
there wasn't enough work). Of course the cashiers were unhappy
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Then there's the corporation He just
got laid off from. When He initially got into that job, it was like
we'd won the lottery. After awhile in one plant, He was able to move
to another plant- it was difficult to get into this one because job
openings mainly happened when people retired after happily having
worked in this plant for decades. I forget how long He was at that
plant before things started to change. The term "corporate
culture" belongs here. A new human resources person was hired
and then a new schedule was talked about at meetings. Master came
home telling me about it and how all the other guys in His area of
the plant (the only ones to be so punished and yes, punished is the
only appropriate term for the hellish work schedule). 3-2-2 schedule.
So Him and His co-workers would be working 3 days on, 2 days off, 2
days on, 3 days off, 2 days on, 2 days off. Can you imagine not
having the same day off more than twice a month? That was the reality
we lived with for about two years. Then what had been 8 hour work
shifts were lengthened to 12 hours. 12 hours of heavy manual labor-
well including lunch and 2 breaks, but still. And then there was one
month of day shift, followed by one month on midnights, with only 3
days to make the shift. When accidents started happening, when the
men started getting angry, HR tried to act like they cared. So what
had been a great job stopped being such because they started to look
at the employees only as resources to be used and abused, not human
beings with needs.</div>
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Of course it's easy to think of
bad/wrong with corporations. They usually employee hundreds,
thousands of people; the choices they make easily affect millions of
people. Personalizing this to oneself is trickier. I've lived in some
horrific poverty (as far as what we ever see in the US) as an adult.
When I read Kage's thing, I tried to think of this time. I remember
making different choices that equaled food for my family and other
necessities that we couldn't easily afford. I know there were times
that I found things like a $5 bill and no way to tell immediately who
dropped it- just a trip to the customer services to turn a bill that
might end up in an employee's pocket. So those times, instead, that
bill bought some milk, some ramen for my family. I knew that it was
wrong, however the need for food in my family's belly made me suspend
the care of right/wrong in that moment. Heck, I probably didn't
always wait until later to think of the wrong, but when you have the
huge wrong of a corporation, it can be difficult to worry.<br />
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<a href="http://www.jpadkinsdesign.com/index.php/blog/topic-tuesday" target="_blank" title="Topic Tuesday Blog Hop"><img alt="Topic Tuesday Blog Hop" src="http://www.jpadkinsdesign.com/images/topictuesdayclick.jpg" /></a>Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-46486131286729496312013-12-09T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-09T00:00:07.509-05:00oh my Master<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://allpoetry.com/poem/8495163-Please-Master-by-Allen_Ginsberg#" target="_blank">http://allpoetry.com/poem/8495163-Please-Master-by-Allen_Ginsberg#</a>
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<a href="http://jstheater.blogspot.com/2005/04/poems-ginsbergs-america-to-aunt-rose.html" target="_blank">http://jstheater.blogspot.com/2005/04/poems-ginsbergs-america-to-aunt-rose.html</a></div>
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So a friend mentioned Allen Ginsberg's
"Please Master" poem to me, having a rough idea of my BDSM
involvement although not knowing that- 35 while I may be- I love
Ginsberg's poetry. I don't remember when it was I first heard about
this wonderful poem, but it was amusingly AFTER I'd brought my
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Collected-Poems-1947-1980-Allen-Ginsberg/dp/0060914947/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1386292489&sr=1-4&keywords=allen+ginsberg" target="_blank">collectionof Ginsberg</a> to the writing class I taught at the
uber-conservative home education co-op that I'm so not doing anymore.
I instantly loved it, as you can imagine. Go check out readings on
this poem on youtube.com- you can here a few performances on this,
including one of Allen himself. The top link is a censored version
with comments from various people. The bottom link has the poem
uncensored and two other poems of his.</div>
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oh my Master, yes I know it's a bad
time and i should be relaxing</div>
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yes Master, I probably look a bit scary</div>
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need to brush my hair, change out of
the sweats</div>
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but Master, I'm working on a pretty
good drunk</div>
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and so You may not think I'm in the
mood for a flogging,</div>
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but really I am. please Master.... You
know You wanna get out the flogger</div>
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i'll feel a whole lot better if You do
things that make me</div>
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scream</div>
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and best yet, Master</div>
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yes, Master</div>
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oh Master, I want You to come all over
me</div>
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well not in my eyes, please not in my
eyes</div>
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that stings like a bitch</div>
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oh oh see that Master? like those
domestic</div>
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discipline books I love to read</div>
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You could spank me for that bitch</div>
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and that bitch :D aren't I a brat?</div>
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i'd beg no corner time though 'cause
i'm not sure</div>
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what corner would work for me to put my
nose in</div>
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okay, i'll admit it, Master</div>
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yes, oh my Master, i'm really not a
poet,</div>
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except when You're fucking my ass</div>
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well that's the only time I can really
talk</div>
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when Your cock is filling my ass</div>
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and i'm fucking back, pushing back,
begging for it</div>
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harder</div>
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than i'm a porn star</div>
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but Master, oh, my Master</div>
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a flogging, please?</div>
Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-4945722935977899432013-12-08T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-08T00:00:05.626-05:00What's happening with "Vala's Story"?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.critiquecircle.com/wordmeterbuilder.asp" target="_blank">http://www.critiquecircle.com/wordmeterbuilder.asp</a>
This is a handy site, at least the meter builder; I should probably
check it out some more one of these days. For those who saw it, I
used their bar for Nanowrimo as they have a choice where you can link
the progress bar to your Nanowrimo.org account.</div>
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Especially with my desire to fix a few
things in "Out of the Night: Book One" of the "Vala's
Story" series, I decided I wanted to share my progress with my
readers. I have a series/serial of 9 planned books; while at one time
books 2 and 3 were one book and a beta reader suggested the splitting
into 2 books, I don't see that happening. As well, the main of Vala's
story is told as I want through the 9 serialized pieces. Read <a href="http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/09/serial-series-which-one-is-valas-story.html">here
if you'd</a> like to know more about my thoughts on serials versus
series, the former of which is what I feel I have in "Vala's
Story"- of course in the post, I wasn't able to avoid talking
about one of my favorite serials: Patricia Logan's "Master's
Boys." I'm sure my main beta reader might have some arguments on
my estimated percentages for these bars :D- thankfully I'm open to
her critique. Before I started working with my current BR, I already
had all 9 books written at least in a rough draft. Now I'm going to
share a little bit about each book and where I see its progress.</div>
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<i>Out of the Night: Book One</i></div>
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Yes, I'm fixing up "Night" in
a few little ways. Adding things like "All characters having sex
are 18 years or older" so it can go up on Smashwords and maybe
even go through their premium catalog. Importantly to me, I figured
out that the uniform harness as I've written it is impossible; such
an X harness made of leather with no buckles, going on over the head
like a t-shirt, simply doesn't exist. Maybe most people wouldn't
notice it, but I would and so that needs fixed. I hope to get that
fixing done soon, get the book off to <a href="http://www.jpadkinsdesign.com/" target="_blank">JeffAdkins</a> who does great work with book formatting, book swag,
graphics etc. Take a look at his website here.</div>
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<i>Gates of the Garden: Book Two</i></div>
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"Gates" is also very close to
done. It's been to the editor/proofreader, beta reader. Of course,
having thought on those harnesses, I want to go fix that. There's
also making sure that all the beginning stuff (copyright, age notice
etc) are all there. However, it should be ready to go to Jeff within
a week or two.</div>
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<i>Skipping Down the Primrose Path:
Book Three</i></div>
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At one time I would have said that
"Skipping" was 80% done. However as I've worked on various
spin-offs, web-only short stories, worked with my main BR, I've found
things I wanted to fix, change, beyond even just the harness question
in the first 2 books. I have a file, maybe a page or two in length,
that's going to mean some semi-serious re-writing. Once I get "Night"
and "Gates" ready and to Jeff, I'll get to the "Skipping"
re-write while I wait for the promotion fun to start :D.</div>
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<i>Beginning of Knowledge: Book Four</i></div>
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This is where my 50/50 percentages
become a guess. After I finish rewriting in "Skipping,"
I'll need to see how much "Beginning" needs to be
re-written. I hope not too much; I want to start getting these books
out quicker so you all can enjoy them.</div>
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<i>A Dance of Cultures: Book Five</i></div>
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So yes, I can imagine you see the
working title for book 8, "So Many Changes," but there's
quite a bit of them in this book too. I made a major change in it,
from its first draft, and I'm still working with the ramifications of
that. Remember that The Queen, the Master over the whole stable and
the focus of Vala's life, is polyamorous and this book will force you
to consider what that means.</div>
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<i>"Book Six"</i></div>
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Poor "Book 6" doesn't even
have a working title beyond that. I still have a line or two of words
summarizing the book saved in a file; nope, those words didn't help
me think up a title. I'm really hoping my BR has some brilliant
suggestion (another BR helped with the suggested titles for books 2
and 3, in addition to making them into 2 books) for "book 6."
I think this book needs less work, mostly going to my editor, but
neither of my current BRs have read it yet and it's been awhile, at
least a few months, since I've even read it.</div>
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<i>Oh, Sklavimuth: Book Seven</i></div>
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I'm hoping this book mostly needs to be
fixed in light of my serious change in book 5; I had so much fun
writing this book. I remember writing this in rough draft, with my
initial BR, before she rage-quit on me. Heh, I keep thinking this
would be a good one for a holiday season release.</div>
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<i>So Many Changes: Book Eight</i><br />
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I remember writing the first draft of
this one; there was such a sense of building excitement in this one.
While I'm unsure that I had a sense of it as "the climax"
as I collected these few weeks of Vala's training into one book, it
sure felt like a climax as I read it the first time. Hilarious to be
talking about "climax" in an erotic romance that often
enough is graphic enough that I've questioned "is this truly
erotic romance or is it erotica?" Thinking of one reviewer (of
"Out of the Night: Book One") and my main BR's comments,
yes it is definitely erotic romance, just I'm not willing to count
sex scenes or such. As with "Sklavimuth," I'm hoping to
find a mostly ready book that just needs the touch of a BR and an
editor to make it shine.</div>
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<i>Into the Wholeness of Her: Vala's
Ascendency: Book Nine</i><br />
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Yes, this is the planned ending.
Outside of this book, there may be spin-offs etc; I've actually
started several already and one of them that I have planned for
shortly after this book comes out ("The Book of Meeting"
where The Queen and his slaves tell the stories of how they came to
be together, which I excerpted in my <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/354635" target="_blank">"Joelle's ChaoticCollection of Screwing"</a>- a free ebook). As is meant of a
denouement, whether it be of a novel, a serial, what-have-you, lots
of plot pieces are tied up in it. And yes, Vala definitely gets a
lovely "happily ever after" in this book, although it's not
as simple and straightforward maybe as what you'll find in more
mainstream erotic romance novels.</div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><i>8 or so sentences from writers who love
to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto
the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.</i></span></div>
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Isn't it just so unfair when the dom wants the sub to explain aloud what he/she/ze did wrong? And of course since I'm writing Mommy/little girl age play, that had to figure into my spanking scene :D. If you'd like first check out these snippets: <a href="http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/11/satspanks-little-girls-shouldnt-talk-to.html" target="_blank">where Joey earns her spanking</a> and then <a href="http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/11/satspanks-you-must-walk-to-get-your.html" target="_blank">Mommy and Joey getting into position for the spanking.</a><br />
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But here, Joey is forced to speak; Mommy wants to know her little girl knows what she did wrong.<br />
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<i>"I think you know why you were so rude to me. I want to hear you
say it."</i><br />
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<i>I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to put together the words. "I..."
I fell silent. "I'm just anxious with Master and His swing shift
and um the slide," I babbled, mumbled.</i><br />
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<i>"Maybe you should have asked for more help? Or maybe some
cuddles?"</i><br />
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<i>I felt the first tear drop roll down my cheek. "Yes, Mommy, I
should've asked."</i></div>
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In my nano-novel this month past, I
focused on a male/female Master/slave relationship taking themselves
to a poly triad by adding an age-playing Mommy. "Mommy," as
the Big character was called by the slave/little girl, has been given
the back story of being into BDSM wandering through dominant roles
for over a decade, but not finding anything that fit her, that
fulfilled her. She and Joey, the slave/little girl, take off on a
long distance relationship- using everything from chat programs to
the phone- to learn about ageplay together and what within this
diverse label of BDSM activity interests them.</div>
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Learn together? That notion interested
me. Since I began playing with BDSM, it's always been with people who
had more experience than me in some way. While I had more experience
than my Master looking at BDSM as something that can be a
relationship, the actual physical activities? He had way more
experience there. He'd been through various types of martial arts.
He'd learned how to do choreographed fighting. He'd done street
performing at Renaissance festivals and the like. Like He knew how to
handle a whip, control it, although for acting, not for punishment or
pleasure.</div>
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So learning together? I pictured my Big
and little learning together. They'd both be accessing websites, the
Big in her urban area having a community to go to for more learning.
My initial thoughts were about issues of dominance and submission-
would Mommy be able to assert her dominance over Joey, even not
knowing everything? As I wrote, it became obvious to me as the
storyteller that Mommy could indeed remain in control- doing things
like using proper word choice for instance to get her little back
into role when something threatened that- even as she learned. I do
wonder if it would work like this in real life though.Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-89031726882544328882013-12-03T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-03T00:00:00.872-05:00Topic Tuesday- run away! flee from the horrid stores and the crazy crowds<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Stores opening on
Thanksgiving this year. What do you think about it? Did you partake?
How does consumerism effect your holiday?</div>
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On one hand, I find the consumerism of
"Black Friday" disgusting; however as a woman who has
depended on a spouse's paycheck who didn't mind working on crazy days
like it, I've appreciated when working that day meant a slightly
larger check. This Black Friday, with my Master having just been laid
off, yeah, we were even less in the mood or the position to do
anything for this shopping debacle. Then there's my Master having
anxiety issues with crowds- especially stupid, senseless crowds like
those that form around these sales. I find the people who set up
tents and such around stores to be thoroughly repugnant. We did go
out- I forgot to where (Walmart, Meijer, something like that)- but
the goal was cola to go in Master's rum. This was long after the
crowds were dissipated. We didn't buy anything for Small Business
Saturday (as much as we might have liked to) or Cyber Monday.</div>
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I also didn't go crazy with the menu
for Thanksgiving; it was just Master and myself however, and my
step-daughter for awhile later. As Master only like white meat of the
turkey, I suggested a pot roast. After looking over the pieces of
meat, He picked a pot roast kit that was more economical. The rest of
the food, sides if you're not a vegan like me, I made mostly from
scratch (with the exception of happily including french fried
onions.)</div>
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Consumerism isn't too bad with
Thanksgiving, but it does pick up for Christmas. Religiously
speaking, Chalica is it for me. A newer created holiday for Unitarian
Universalists, that's the one that's meaningful for me. Like today is
for the second principle: "justice, equity, and compassion in
human relations." I'm still figuring out what I might do in
recognition of this principle. Christmas however is more complex. In
my immediate family, we're all somewhere on the continuum between
atheist and agnostic- no Christians here. I'm not sure if my Master
will even be in the mood to do a tree; last year we didn't because He
was so stressed and tired. The day itself, in years past, has meant
driving 2.5 hours, knowing my hateful mother would be at the end of
the drive. There's lots of food (most of it I won't be able to eat
because the majority of the time, my mother a) refuses to ask what
might be vegan, make/buy anything vegan or b) let me provide a vegan
dish that the family might enjoy. There're tons of gifts- yes,
consumerism at its finest. There'll be a check from my grandma, who
will be rude to my mother if I don't send a thank you note even
though I've said thank you in person. Considering the total lack of
empathy when I told my parents about my Master's laying off, I'm
tempted to say "fuck no" to the orgy of consumerism this
year. Just we can really use the money this year.</div>
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<a href="http://www.jpadkinsdesign.com/index.php/blog/topic-tuesday" target="_blank" title="Topic Tuesday Blog Hop"><img alt="Topic Tuesday Blog Hop" src="http://www.jpadkinsdesign.com/images/topictuesdayclick.jpg" /></a>Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-83872450226906294452013-12-02T00:00:00.000-05:002013-12-02T00:00:08.834-05:00Vala wonders "What is this DD thing that Levi and Liat do?"<div class="first-line-indent">
<span style="color: #134f5c;">Before getting into the fiction that I'm
sharing today, I wanted to comment a little bit on what I decided to
do. In creating the story world of The Queen and all his slaves,
including Vala, I wanted to make him and as many of his slaves as
possible into full people, full characters. I didn't want The Queen
to be a stereotypical "Alpha dom," a character type that's
very popular among erotic romances. Part of this included considering
his friends. As he lives in a world where he surrounds himself with
those in the BDSM community as much as possible, that meant
considering different BDSM roles (sub, dom, switch) and people into
different styles of BDSM and subsets within the community. As I've
gotten more familiar with domestic discipline relationships, I wanted
to consider what it would be like for him to have friends in DD
relationship and to see what Vala would make of it, considering her
background of an abusive fundamentalist Christian marriage between
her parents and her limited understanding of BDSM. While I'd be
interested in writing more with these characters, I'm not sure what
more I'd do with them, what would be interesting to the readers of my
blog. Like always, comments are welcome and probably with this piece,
I'd even beg for comments because I'm not entirely sure what I'm
doing here</span></div>
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The Queen accepted a cup of tea from
Vala. "Serve Levi and Liat and then sit on the floor at my feet.
You may sit as you are comfortable."</div>
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"Thanks, my Queen." Vala
turned away from The Queen to cross the room to the sofa where his
friends Levi and Liat sat. She noticed the slightly lowered head of
Liat and smiled in friendship at the submissive partner. She gingerly
picked up one tea cup in her fingers and served it to Levi. She took
one step and then served Liat her tea. "Sugar?"</div>
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"No thanks," Levi said and
then looked to Liat. "But if you'd like some?"</div>
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Liat's sweet smile moved to Levi's face.
"Thanks, Sir, but remember, I helped Simon brewing the tea? He
chose an herbal tea that I prefer unsweetened."</div>
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<i>So she addresses him as Sir?</i>
Vala thought. She placed the metal serving tray on an end table as
Simon had instructed. She licked her lips as she returned to The
Queen. Her gaze fastened on his gorgeously naked feet, she thought of
Chitra artfully sinking to the floor and endeavored to do thus.</div>
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The
Queen reached forward and placed a hand on Vala's shoulder. "Good
girl," he murmured.</div>
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"Thanks,
my Queen." She relaxed into his hand pushing her head onto his
legs.</div>
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"So
to what I do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"</div>
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"We're
on our way to a marriage retreat being held in a Catskills bed and
breakfast."</div>
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Vala
held in a surprised gasp at Liat speaking to The Queen.</div>
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The
Queen brushed his hand back and forth in a calming motion across
Vala's shoulders.</div>
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"So
good to be talking with a friend who understands." Levi patted
Liat's leg. "A co-worker asked me what I was doing with the
vacation time I was taking and when I said 'marriage retreat' he was
confused as what he's seen of Liat and I together at family events,
we seem to have the perfect relationship."</div>
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The
Queen chuckled, the vibrations of his amusement passing into Vala. "I
do not understand why so many people today think that a good
relationship is something that just happens. You two put a lot of
work into it."</div>
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"Work?"
Liat looked down at Vala and their gazes met for a moment. "I'll
never understand how you make polyamory work for you. Just looking at
your stable diagrams makes me want to say all sorts of things that
polyamory books, websites etcetera say are irritating."</div>
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"Thank
goodness for diversity and free will."</div>
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Vala
sighed when The Queen spread his legs and pinned her between them.</div>
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The
Queen squeezed Vala's shoulder between his fingers for a moment until
she twisted her head around to look up at his face. "Did you
want to say something?"</div>
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"I've
just be thinking on how different your friends here seem to be from
us, my Queen." Vala paused to lick her lips. "It seems in
some ways that Liat is very submissive, but there are so many ways
she's not like a submissive in our family, my Queen."</div>
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"Vala,
that's because Levi and I live in a domestic discipline relationship,
not BDSM as you understand," Liat explained.</div>
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Vala
looked up at The Queen. "Might I please read a book about that,
my Queen?"</div>
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"I
shall think on that." The Queen grinned.</div>
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<i>Maybe I can trade a blowjob for a
book?</i> Vala batted her eyelashes
prettily at The Queen. "As pleases you, my Queen."</div>
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<i><span style="color: #351c75;">8 or so sentences from writers who love
to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto
the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.</span></i></div>
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I continue a little further from the snippet I shared last week. Mommy's taken Joey to the guest room, a beautiful room with a picture perfect daybed that Joey has worked so hard to decorate this last month. Poor Joey's anxiety is building. She doesn't know what to expect of the first spanking from Mommy.</div>
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<i>Once all the way through the doorway, Mommy moved around me and to
the daybed. She turned on a stereo and classical music started to
play.</i></div>
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She looked up at me. "Close the door."</i></div>
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I turned around to obey, my hand shaking as it touched the yellow
painted door that I'd been so proud to install. I heard a small click
when the door was closed.</i></div>
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"Now come here."</i></div>
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I took small steps and focused on the floor.</i><br />
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<!-- start LinkyTools script --><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=217996" type="text/javascript"></script><!-- end LinkyTools script -->Joelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260086536667952678.post-64138276627968588832013-11-26T19:58:00.001-05:002013-11-26T19:58:14.070-05:00If only I could live in the world of my books...right now, life's sucking hard- although now a Bill Cosby interview has me pondering "sucks" since it's usually a good thing- but never find. I hope to get it together in a day or so. At the very least, if I don't manage anything useful before then, you'll have posts to enjoy on Friday and SaturdayJoelle Casteelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916035794147846651noreply@blogger.com0