A little bit about Chitra and her first collar

I so love my beta reader Annikka. She and I were talking about our blog posts (she writes fantasy and her blog is here) and I'd asked what sort of extra-novel fiction she'd like to see me do for this Monday. I often use these times to explore further some things that I didn't take the time to do directly in the Vala's Story serial, like the multi-part story "The Queen watches Mearr" (set in story-time before the beginning of "Out of the Night: Book One." Link to thefirst part is here- I recommend it; I had so much fun writing those pieces of my characters!) This week she suggested I do some prequel work with Chitra. At the moment, I only have "Out of the Night: Book One" published and even Annikka as my BR hasn't gotten further than the fifth book in the serial. She said she'd like to see more of Chitra. Now find you, I'm actively working in book 4, while she's back in book 3 after I'd done some serious re-writing, so I said "but I just saw Chitra!" I did, a bunch of her, in book 4 lmao. I'm still gonna have some fun with Chitra here for you though.

First I'm going to share a snippet of "Chitra's Meeting," from the "Book of Meeting" (its release is planned after all 9 planned books of Vala's Story has been published.) A bit of set up: Kaya and some other slaves were at The Queen's California townhouse. She saw Chitra and invited her to dinner. She thought The Queen would enjoy Chitra, so she asked for permission to bring the girl to the party before the monthly stable meeting. Chitra asked to speak to The Queen on the phone before flying across the country on his private jet. Here they are talking over dinner at a steakhouse.

"So would you tell me about your previous BDSM experiences?"

Chitra nodded. "I've been a regular at a few clubs, scened at such places, Sir. I've had a few 'play collars' from doms at the clubs, Sir. It was 'just at the club' type stuff, Sir. I had a short, rather serious flirtation with one dom, but after some reading, I realized that he hadn't been appropriately forward with me, hadn't walked me through before-scene negotiation, Sir." She blushed. "It seems I was taken for a naive girl whose consent wasn't considered necessary, Sir."

"I am sorry to hear that." The Queen ran his fingers over Chitra's hand. "It pleased me that you wanted to speak with me before getting on my jet."

Chitra lowered her eyelashes. She studied his large hand, the way it dwarfed hers. Pulling in a gasping breath, she lifted her gaze to his face. "I'm glad... you were... pleased, Sir."

"I do so love the simplicity of your submissive gestures."

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and Chitra, with The Queen's temporary collar

Mandisa smiled down on Chitra. "Such a lovely thing to collar a submissive." She lifted her smile to The Queen. "Thank you, my Queen, for letting me make this beaded collar for her."

The Queen held Mandisa's hand. "I did not want to assume. After all, you are not Masai, but South African. At least you have never mentioned identifying with a specific tribe. I am just a white American trying to be sensitive here."

"Of course, my Queen." Mandisa lay her head on The Queen's shoulder. "No tribal thing to remember with me to be sensitive; that is something that has slipped my mind over the years." She straightened up. "But we have a darling girl waiting for us."

"Please explain the beads' meaning again."

"Among some other meanings, yellow and orange are most commonly thought of with hospitality. A lovely way to think of the domestic services a submissive provides, don't you think, my Queen?' The Queen nodded and Mandisa continued, "Green is about well-being and prosperity. As in the greenness of grass, the wealth of land."

The Queen released Mandisa's hand to take the beaded choker in two hands. "I have never done a temporary collaring in quite this way."

"I thank you, my Queen, and my Lady Mandisa for taking this time to teach me, to help me decide if I'm ready for such a commitment." Chitra let her gaze move over The Queen and Mandisa.

"Gather her hair up for me."

Chitra moaned at Mandisa's rough hands picking up her hair, piling it on top of her head.

"I think I will enjoy seeing you in my training collar as well." The Queen lay the disk of beaded necklace against Chitra's chest, the beads sparkling in the light. He pulled the two circular ends against each other and secured them with a tiny silver padlock. "Beautiful." He watched Mandisa drop and then run her hands through the girl's long black tresses. "What do you think, my dear?"

Mandisa returned to The Queen's side. "Yes, beautiful, my Queen. I believe Jinny and I will have hours of fun, once you release Chitra to my room."

The Queen chuckled. "I think you have worried our darling girl."

Chitra licked her lips. "Ah, just wondering what my Lady might mean by enjoying, my Queen."

"Tomorrow night, I want her in my bed, but for now, Mandisa, take and enjoy your girl. Dinner will be casual tonight."

"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Mandisa grabbed up Chitra's hair again. "Come along."

Chitra stumbled to her feet, whimpering. "Yes, my Lady."

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And next week, I'll continue with what happened some time after the collaring :D (UPDATE for your reading pleasure :D here's the link to the second part of this series.)

Behavior Does Not Perfectly Predict Identity

So this is the last day of the re-release blog tour of "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial. Please visit this page if you want to catch up on missed posts (or to see updated posts that I reposted on my blog after the link had gone dead.)

How issues of sexual orientation and gender presentation affect Vala's Story...

The Queen. Two words making up one name. The chosen name of a cisgender male.

In sharing snippets from my Vala's Story serial, I find I have to resist the urge (and I often fail) to get angry at people who see "The Queen" and use a feminine pronoun even though I use masculine pronouns with him. He's cisgender male after all. It's not a "men are better" thing though for me; it's an identity thing. I find how I interpret things, often different from other authors I know, comes from my understandings of sexual orientation and gender presentation, experience. Within the world of my Vala's Story serial, there are plenty of times when this becomes obvious.

Let us continue with The Queen. He identifies as a cisgender male. The hair on his head is very long while at the same time he is a large, muscled hairy man- yes, he is my dream "bear." Working with him as a character, he often makes me think of a meme I once saw, a picture of two large leathermen with the caption "we dare you to call us faggots." Because those leathermen, they were large, covered in muscles, and looked ready to fight. Continuing on to sexual orientation, he identifies as bisexual. He enjoys sexual intercourse with men, women, and at least one transwoman that he's allowed me to know of. Sometimes I wonder if he might embrace pansexual or queer as his identity, like I prefer queer to bisexual, as the word denotes a perfect symmetry that doesn't represent my (or his) sexuality.

Now let's consider Mearr/Vala. In many ways, as a person who engages in social justice, I fret about the ways in which she's a stereotype. The back story I wrote for her is a million times worse than parts of my history and I quip that I'm "not a poster child any movement wants." A survivor of sexual abuse and rape- all at the hands of cisgender males. It would seem that Vala, as she renames herself early in the book, is mostly heterosexual, until you get to the introductions to The Queen's other slaves. While Mandisa intimidates her, and uncomfortably so, she has immediate and amorous responses to Prisca and Iona. As to her gender presentation, Vala is almost hyper-feminine. Long hair, slightly curved hips, breasts just grown to be maybe a B cup, now that The Queen has her eating regularly. I'm not sure Vala would willingly call her orientation anything at the end of "Out of the Night: Book One," although she might feel differently by the end of the serial.

So now you have two characters, their sexual orientations, and how they present their genders. Do you see how I am not functioning from a hetero-normative perspective? How my understanding of gender is based on how a person identifies?

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

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Joelle's Bio:

Joelle Casteel has been writing for as long as she can remember. Explicit, graphic, her writing isn't for minors or the easily offended. Once upon a time, she preferred to write on a PC, sitting on a stool- there were those who told her she looked like Tori Amos playing the piano. She's still trying to get the hang of writing in an arm chair instead, normally with a heavy dog's head resting on her feet, whether she wants that or not. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.

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#SatSpanks ... And Vala needed to brat.

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.

With the end of the blog tour for "Out of the Night: Book One" comes a final chance for Vala to brat. She has taken bratting to an art form though :D. And because you were so patient with me two weeks ago- interrupting the stream of The Queen, Prince Synn, Raanan, and Gaelan playing- I will reward you with a bit of Vala bratting at The Queen. Because we all agree that rattan canes aren't for BDSM beginners, right? hehe

Vala cocked her head. "Even if I begged for it?" She curled a chunk of her hair around her finger and pulled it in front of her. She picked up the magazine and flipped through it. "I see you folded the corner of that article, my Queen."

"Yes, but not for you."

Vala pouted. "One of your slaves then?"

He nodded.

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If you've missed any of the tour stops, you can find the links to all of my wonderful hosts here. Also please take a moment to enter my Rafflecopter giveaway. You might win one of the 2 available copies of "Night," a $10 gift certificate for Allromanceebooks.com, or $10 gift certificate for Blushing Books.com.

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

And now that you've enjoyed Vala's bratting, here are the buy links for the newly re-released "Out of the Night: Book One." Sex, drugs, and BDSM- but not in that order :D. This is the final day of the 16 stop blog tour, although you have until 3/31 to enter the giveaway.

Buy it on-

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As they become available, please check on the "My Books" page for links to buy on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, and Allromanceebooks.com, if you'd prefer not to buy at Smashwords.

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I was bad :D

Didn't manage to write anything today, although I did have my plans :D Head over to Sheri Savill's blog- http://sherisavill.com/ - Not only is she hosting my book tour for "Out of the Night: Book One" (it's a fun one, complete with pictures and silliness inspired by Simon) but she's also participating in Spanking Romance Reviews' Round Table discussion about "opening words, beginnings of books, first lines etc." I'll be reading my dear friends' posts, but I just couldn't marshal my thoughts to write for this.

What to do for punishment when pain is desired?

One thing I've often struggled with in BDSM, in real life, in erotica, in erotic romance is pain used for punishment. This can be something as simple as a spanking or as intense as a caning. Now I've never really gotten "pain for punishment," but over the years as I've gotten to more than 13 years with my Master, and we struggle with may things that long-term, married couples do, I wonder about it even more. He's currently injured- a mostly torn Achilles tendon and a minor blood clot- these things don't allow for much in the way of sex or BDSM to happen. I'm wanting that pain play even more now; I'm wanting something... a flogging, pressure point massage, a spanking, something... even more to help deal with my bipolar. A trip in the massage chair at the mall is a coveted thing for me currently.

So for me, pain receiving is definitely a want. My Master picking up a wooden back scratcher by His chair is not going to get me to stop doing something; instead, I'll keep doing whatever until He whacks me a few times with it. Now in His amusement and His limitations (from the injury), He's taken to throwing Bertie Botts jelly beans at me, making me eat them, as a punishment. I'm a big Jelly Belly fan- notwithstanding the CEO supporting various anti-LGBT legislation in California- so the idea of Bertie Botts- jelly beans made by jelly belly to be gross- yeah, it's horrifying lol.

While I enjoy humiliation in a lot of forms in fiction, much of it brought out into life doesn't make sense. Like corner time. Well even if my Master did spank my ass, I don't regularly wear underwear. There are no panties for Him to humiliatingly pull down to my knees, no panties for Him to leave at my ankles while I push my nose into the corner of a room. And from His perspective, He's told me that a bunch of the humiliation stuff like what you often see in BDSM porn just doesn't do anything for Him.

However we don't have a D/s relationship that involves a bunch of punishment; we never have. The focus for my Master and I has always been on mutual pleasure and "getting things done"- like my previous piece titled "When BDSM is about running the house."

Of course, pain, pleasure, sex, BDSM- all these things, my mind has been recently on what I want/need and what my Master wants/needs/is capable of- His injury has made the last one a real consideration. It lead me to thinking of a story in the book "Master/slave" http://www.amazon.com/Master-Slave-Spanking-Stinging-Bottom/dp/0425202690/ref=cm_rdp_product . There are 60 short stories in it, 30 from the Top perspective and 30 from the bottom. I want to mention one story here- I won't endeavor to explain too much because I've been avoiding reading it due to how close to home it hits currently- but there's this short story titled "Rituals" by Kate Dominic. I'll probably read it later tonight, when I try out the new vibrator I bought myself today (Master and I are currently limited to spooning and BJs and I've given myself half a dozen canker sores in my current stressing out). The story starts by the dom rolling his wheel chair into the bathroom (gods, how I hope that's not a part of my Master's recovery after He sees the orthopedic surgeon and some sort of decision is made about His leg). And from there, from this short story that I want to reconnect with later, I see a place where pain, punishment, pleasure, ritual, submission and a dozen other things collide. Just a thought. You'd think a submissive is who writes erotic romance could take care of herself :D.
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BLOG TOUR
Did you enjoy the time with the twins and their dommes on Monday? Well if you continue on to Stacey Price's blog, you can enjoy some snippets of them from "Out of the Night: Book One" and some more chances to win gift certificates to Blushing Books and All Romance Ebooks, or one of two free copies of "Out of the Night: Book One."

#DungeonCrawl ... Massage chair beating

This is a sub being nasty and whiny and unhappy- no, I won't be tagging my Master on Facebook as I did last week :D

Thanks again to Romancing the Kink for hosting- http://rtkdungeoncrawl.com/

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She climbed into her car and started to back out, thinking about the mall. Her car? When had she sloppily allowed such possessives to enter her language? It wasn't her car, but the one He allowed her to use.

Brilliantly emblazoned "gag" shirt. Yeah, a gag all right. "Spank me." She's bought it from the adult novelty store at the mall, the one that people looked around in, far more often than they bought. She wandered into the store, looked at the shirts. She wouldn't be buying one today; she'd come to the mall with a $5 bill in her pocket for a singular purpose... those new massage chairs that felt like the closest she got to a beating anymore- He was too tired, too stressed, too something.

She continued to the display of sex and BDSM toys. Today she didn't hold in her laughter. Faux leather? Starter kits? Things she maybe would have enjoyed as a teen; the mostly black boxes gleamed back at a submissive far too jaded to respond to a little whippy "crop" with a heart-shaped spanking end. She sighed; even that would feel better on her ass than the lack.

She put on a fake smile to be polite at the cashier before she exited the store. Left turn out of the store and she'd be at the massage chair.

If only the mall wasn't so busy. In the conservative little hellhole of a town, the mall was the only place to go, unless you wanted to go to the Wal-mart.

She sat in a massage chair. She had to shimmy into place; these newer massage chairs with their massaging clamps for the legs reminded her of how short she was. She slid the $5 into its spot and watched the digital screen jump in minutes up to 15. It seemed fair- $5 for 15 minutes of pounding, squeezing, pinching from the back of her head down to the small of her back. The clamping, restraining massage of her calves, ankles. The movement of the seat, massaging at her thighs just before that one probing element pressed at her ass, pressed at her crack as if to anally penetrate her, if only she wasn't clothed and this wasn't really a massage chair, but the sex toy her mind imagined.

The knobs in the back part of the chair started their work. The thudding massage pulled her eyes closed for a moment as she imagined it was his fingers pushing into her, preparing her for an even heavier beating. They pushed up, along her spine, up to her neck. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, lest a moan escape and startle one of the conservative matrons walking by the chair. The seat started to squeeze; he was pushing her legs together between his, preparing to take her in the reverse missionary position they both so loved.

The probe pushed up into her ass as the leg restraints- no, massagers, this isn't a bondage toy no matter how amusing the leg clamps are- tightened. Her nipples hardened under the shirt, the jacket, hiding her.

The beating continued. How good it felt, the pushing, pulling, prying. The massaging heads worked on the backs of her thighs, not as sensitive as they would be in the past, not having tasted a flogger, a paddle, His belt, His hand, anything but clothes, in awhile.

She imagined it was his hands, rather than knobby bits in an electronic massage chair.

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"On your stomach on the bed," He commanded as He worked the dimmer switch.

Her next ride in the chair would be different. Thankfully.

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BLOG TOUR

For the "Out of the Night: Book One" blog tour, I'm at Angelica French's blog talking about the uniform that my slaves where during their official training period.

An InLinkz Link-up

#tmituesdayblog ... The sound track of my life

So Taboo Tuesday is sadly over so I'm going to take part in TMI Tuesday today. I think next week I may or may not take a friend's suggestion to do "Tool Tuesday"- as in talking about specific BDSM implements. We'll see :D.

Wouldn’t life be more interesting if it was punctuated by background music in certain situations? Yes of course it would!

Below I have given you the situation, you name the background music that should play. Have fun, it’s the soundtrack of your life.

1. When you wake up in the morning.

Depends on my mood. Some days, something Goth might be nice, like Sisters of Mercy. Other days I'm feeling randy and want Marilyn Manson or Nine Inch Nails. Sometimes Ani Difranco would be good, but sadly she's less common, unless I've enjoyed a middle of the night sex wake up from my Master.

2. When you climax during sex.

Nine Inch Nails. Probably over music of theirs though, when Trent was still doing drugs. Like "Wish" maybe.

3. When you urinate.

Hm, pondering this. Probably something quiet because in the bathroom is one of the few moments just for me, not having dozens of people and/or things wanting my attention.

4. When you walk into your home after a long day of work.

hm. this is harder, since all of my jobs are at home. When I did work out of the home, I'd say something from Eminem, especially "The Way I Am." Now, at the end of a day, I imagine Pink's "Sober."

5. When you take the first sip of your favorite beverage.

Again, Pink's "Sober" :D

Bonus: When you are reprimanding your kids or yelling at your significant other.

Eminem's "Cleanin' Out My Closet"- never to act like my mother did towards me if I can help it.

Bonus, Bonus: When you are having sexual relations.

Depends on what type :D. Rammstein would be good at times, Tool for longer BDSM scenes. If I actually got up the nerve to talk to a pretty woman, well that would be a whole nother set of music :D.

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BLOG TOUR

So not everyone who's here for TMI Tuesday might want to continue on, but for my blog tour for "Out of the Night: Book One," I'm on Thianna D's website talking about whether I'm writing a serial or a series- why I think I do indeed have a serial. Prizes to be won and an interesting BDSM erotic romance to learn more about.

Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia May 2014

http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com/2014/03/hop-against-homophobia-and-transphobia.html
I'm taking part in a hop against homophobia and transphobia, being ran in honor of the International Day Against Homophobia & Transphobia. Sign ups end on May 14th while the hop runs from May 17 to 24.

From the sign up page: "The Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia (HAHAT) was created to spread awareness of homophobia, biphobia and transphobia, and to stand together as a writer community against discrimination of our works. "

While as a queer, kinky, polyamorous woman who writes pansexual, polyamorous BDSM erotic romance, I debated how to label myself- and vented to my BR tons about it lol- I still support this hop and look forward to taking part. It's not just for LGBT romance, so says the FAQ :).

What was waiting for The Queen

I was thinking about what it'd be like back at the mansion the morning The Queen brought Vala home and the rest of the stable waited for them. I wanted to follow Prisca and Kaya, Adan and Ailin- my twins and their dommes. Sighs, as it seems usual for me, I didn't realize it wasn't obvious that the women had their own twin in their own bed- that the 4 of them weren't all naked in bed together. But please enjoy my wander with these lovely submissives.

Prisca cuddled Adan against her body, the girl laying between legs, head against breasts. The sky blue comforter held them.

"Love you, my Lady." Adan smiled against Prisca's skin. She listened to her domme's heart beat, the slightly fast, but constant beat. She reached out to feel her brother's contentment. Still good?

I think we've heard each other enough times not to be discomfited, sweet sister. Ailin nuzzled against Kaya's neck. "Love you so very much, my Lady."

"Good boy." Kaya kissed Ailin's cheek. "Love you." She turned towards him and draped one arm over his still shaking body, her fingers pressing into his back. "Lovely, lovely boy, I didn't make you wait that long to come."

"You know you pull a special sort of submission from me, my Lady." Ailin brushed his fingers against Kaya's neck.

"So Kaya, casual breakfast this morning, with not knowing exactly when The Queen will be arriving with this new girl Vala."

So good to feel her arms wrapped around me still. I love how both our ladies love to hold us post-orgasm, brother. Adan lifted her gaze to Prisca's face to watch the beloved lips as the dommes talked.

"Are either of you excited? It feels like ages since we heard about this girl that The Queen wants us all to help nurture."

"I'm so excited, my Lady." Ailin lifted his adoring gaze to Kaya's face. "Our Lord Tommy mentioned to me that she almost looks like she could be our sister, my Lady."

"Older or younger?" Adan cracked, drawing giggles from the dommes.

"Well our Lord didn't comment on that, sister."

"What about you, sweet girl?" Patricia urged Adan to roll out of her bed.

"I'm most excited for Chitra, my Lady. When my brother and I finished our training and Chitra was alone in training, well maybe the training periods for Chitra and Vala will overlap, my Lady." Adan stopped in front of Prisca's closet. "What is your preference, my Lady, on getting dressed, breakfast?"

"Are any of us so hungry that breakfast can't wait until we're showered?" Kaya stood beside her bed as Ailin straightened the bedding.

The twins shook their heads, their hair rippling. "No, my Lady."

"Come on. Let's go shower." Prisca moved to Adan's side and grabbed her girl's hand. "We'll get dressed after that."

"Yes, my Lady." Adan happily sighed as Prisca lead her into the hallway.

"Such a good boy." Kaya kissed Ailin's forehead. "I think The Queen has some special training in mind for us, sweet boy."

"Really, my Lady?" Ailin blinked and then licked his lips.

"Yes, my love, and probably soon." Kaya buried her hands in Ailin's hair and held him close. "I do so love all your pretty hair, my sweet boy."

"Thanks, my Lady. I love your braids, my Lady." Ailin remained still in Kaya's embrace. "What pleases you most, my Lady? Are we showering now, my Lady?"

"Hm, yes." Kaya kissed Ailin, smiling down on him. "I think since you and your sister did such good jobs pleasing Prisca and I this morning that we can continue to be nice."

Ailin lowered his eyelashes.

"Such a gorgeous boy." Kaya rolled out of bed and then held out her hand toward Ailin.

Ailin smiled at the feeling of warmth wrapped around his body even as he left the cocoon of his lady's room with her.

Adan popped her head out of a shower stall, the clear shower curtain momentarily pushed aside. "My Lady, I started a shower for you."

"Thanks, good girl." Kaya squeezed Ailin's hand. "Come along, sweet boy." She led him into the steamy alcove. " She guided him under the falling water. She brushed the water away from his face. "I love you like this, when you're all hot and masculine."

"Yes, thanks, my Lady," Ailin groaned as he offered his semi-hard cock to Kaya's reaching hand.

"That's my boy," Kaya murmured. "Are you ready to come again so soon?"

"Yes, please, my Lady." Ailin gasped, his cheek pressed against the cool tile. "Please, my Lady, I beg, my Lady."

"It feels so much better when I make you come with my own hand, rather than ordering you to masturbate, doesn't it, boy?"

"Yes, yes it does, thank you, please, my Lady," Ailin whimpered. The whole of him was focused on Kaya's lovely small hand stroking his cock. "Please, my Lady, I'm so unworthy, but I need to come, my Lady."

"Why do you think you're unworthy?" Kaya dragged her fingers over Ailin's chest, caressing his pale nipples.

"'Cause I'm just a silly little slave, my Lady." His legs shook as the orgasm threatened within him.

"Who can judge you unworthy?" Kaya pressed her body again Ailin’s, chest to chest, as her hand continued to move.

"You or The Queen, my Lady."

"Not you?"

"No, my Lady. Sorry, my Lady."

"Come for me. Let me feel the warmth of your cum on my body."

"Yes, thanks, my Lady!" Ailin shuddered, the cum flowing from him. over Kaya's hand, onto her gorgeous chest simmering with water droplets.

"That's my boy." Kaya wrapped her arms around Ailin and held him against her.

Adan's giggles rang out.

Prisca stuck a hand into the stall. "We're off to get dressed."

"Ailin and I'll be there in just a minute," Kaya called out.

Prisca joined Adan in giggling. "We heard you enjoying your boy too."

"He's being a darling."

Prisca took Adan's hand in hers again. "Such a pretty girl."

"Thanks, my Lady." Adan smiled at Prisca. "I think you're the prettiest, my Lady."

"Flatterer." Prisca wrapped an arm around Adan's waist. "You're just hoping to be allowed clothes."

"Never, my Lady. I wouldn't tell you you're pretty just to get to wear clothes, my Lady." Adan grinned at Prisca. "Anyway, did The Queen announce any preference, my Lady? Should we all be dressed so Vala isn't too overwhelmed, my Lady?"

Prisca shrugged. "If we're supposed to be dressed, no upper class slave has told me. But my beautiful girl, I do want to enjoy you in a sundress. We have that cream colored one we just got you."

"Oh, thanks, my Lady!" Adan danced into the room after her domme. Brother?

Prisca threw open her closet. She pulled on a black tank top and a mini skirt before grabbing the mentioned sundress. "Here." She handed the dress to Adan, shuddering softly when the women's hands slid across each other.

"Love you too, my Lady." Adan slipped the dress over her head and let it fall to her ankles.

"Perfect." Prisca kissed Adan's, the lip so soft and warm. "Love you too. Sometimes it feels like you've been mine forever." She gathered her girl into her embrace and they swayed against each other, to beat of their gentle kissing. "I want you to be perfect today, as perfect as you can be. Be good, be precious when The Queen arrives. He'll want to introduce us all to Vala."

"Yes, my Lady," Adan murmured into Prisca's mouth.

"What would you like to wear, dear?" Kaya called out as she and Ailin entered the room.

Ailin smiled quick at his sister. "Something simple, please, my Lady."

Kaya pulled out a dresser drawer. She pulled out a pair of brown corduroy pants. "There." She moved to her closet. "And a shirt." She grabbed masculine-cut forest green shirt, tossed it to Ailin, before returning to look into the dark closet. "And a dress for me." She clambered into the light brown tunic dress.

"And now we're ready for breakfast." Kaya patted a familiar hand against Ailin's ass.

The dommes moved their submissives into the hallway.

The sound of skin hitting skin rang out in the otherwise empty wing. In Gaelan's voice, a desperate sob echoed.

Prisca arched an eyebrow at Kaya.

Something's wrong, sister.

Yes, brother. But what?

"Come on, let's hurry down for breakfast." Kaya smiled at the twins and the group started down the stairs into The Queen's room.

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BLOG TOUR
I'm on Adaline Raine's blog to talk about genre formulas- something I just love to break. :D

Do you wanna excerpt of "Out of the Night: Book One"? :D

Let me see what Vala's up for. I saw her in my imagination yesterday, as Iona, as Abrecan, as The Queen each tried to help me deal with my mood, my slump, my anxiety over personal stuff. Personal stuff that I'm not sharing? Gods for forbid :D It's not like many things at all are really TMI in my book. <snorts>

Okay, Vala here- you can see that Joelle needed me to take over for her, right? I was surprised to find the little crowd of comforting her last night. So sweet to see Iona nuzzling up against her neck. So the blog tour's going- after you're done here, you should hop over to Katherine Deane's blog to read Joelle's post "How Long Will You Wait For Sex?" You'll get a little snippet of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" in addition to an "Out of the Night: Book One" in the post because Joelle had something to teach about in the post. I mean, you've read some about The Queen, right? That long gorgeous jet black hair. His smoking hot ice blue eyes. That body to die for, all muscles, strength, and the amazingly erotic smattering of teasing body hair that draws the eye to just the right spots? Draws me to stroke his skin, whenever he'll allow. Sighs- you wouldn't know he just threw me down on my bed a few minutes ago and fucked me senseless? :D I guess it's only good since Joelle was clinging to the bathroom door as her Master used his hairbrush on her ass and backs of her legs. Sighs. <My Queen, please a flogging now?>

So you wanna excerpt? Another one beside what Joelle already shared over at Katherine's? Why don't you just get down on your knees and beg for it? I'd like to see you, hear you begging for it? :D I'm naughty, aren't I? Being a switch has suited me quite well though.

Not an except but a snippet of fiction- fiction, yes? because I'm a fictional character even though Joelle treats me like a living person?- I'll flash back to early early in the days when The Queen brought me home, before Tommy helped me figure a new name.

"Beauty boy, do you have to have his permission first, or can we just go fuck? 'Cause I'd love to fuck you."

Tommy gazed at Mearr. His lips parted. Fuck. What a song for shuffle to play now. When I'm concentrating on not fucking the girl and Brian starts singing "Pure Morning." "No, I don't specifically need The Queen's permission now, but why would you want to fuck me? So far, you've been flirting with him hardest." He drew closer to her. Gods, fresh female flesh, perfumes, turned on. He cupped her cheek and lowered his lips. "Fuck? Have sex? What are you asking for?"

Mearr tossed one arm around Tommy's neck and used it to pull herself up against him, her breasts pressed against his silky smooth chest. "Fuck me! On a bed, the floor, I don't care. Just fuck me hard and get us both off quick."

Tommy laughed darkly. He snatched a condom from a near-by table before pushing Mearr to the floor. Thank you, sweet Goddess, for The Queen thinking to grant permission for this sort of thing. Condom on, he pulled them both to the floor.

Sighs. Yes, my Lord Tommy's an awesome fuck too. Maybe I'll see if he'd like me and mine in his bed tonight.

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BLOG TOUR
I'm at Katherine Deane's blog today, asking "how long would you wait for sex?"

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How Much Reality Do I want in Vala's Story?

It's day 9 on my blog tour for the re-release of "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial. Because of Saturday Spankings and Seductive Studs and Sirens (please click on the blog hop names to get to the lists of authors participating this week), I have decided to keep this post on my blog. Please visit this page if you want to catch up on missed tour posts.

This is a restructuring, rewriting of a post I originally wrote for Spanking Romance Reviews round table discussions.

I struggle with the notion of "how much reality/how much fantasy" in all erotica that I write or read, or at least in perceptions of the balance. To explain part of why, I must share with you the first "BDSM erotica" I ever read- laying on the bed in the hotel room we'd gotten just for the purpose of being together, my first girlfriend and I read "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" by Anne Rice (under a pen name). I absolutely loved the drama, the titles, the BDSM activities, the sex; however saying this, I doubted the possibility of bringing some stuff into reality. I don't remember so much from "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty," but in the other 2 books in the trilogy ("Beauty's Punishment" and "Beauty's Release"), Anne described "human ponies," male slaves made to pull carts as if they were horses. I just couldn't imagine the equipage being used in real life, what damage that could do to the human body. And finally, Anne wrote it as a fantasy; I believe in places she's described it as a "grown up fairy tale."

As I matured and experienced a variety of relationship situations within BDSM, I came to the point of saying I wanted "lifestyle" or "24/7." I came to want BDSM erotica in which I could place myself- I wanted to be able to imagine that I was the submissive or slave being described in the book... and I just wasn't finding this anywhere. First off, mainstream romance had nothing for me- as a queer female who wasn't looking for the Fabio-lookalike and a sweet ending, the books at the grocery store just weren’t going to do it. I was already writing short BDSM fiction at this point.

Then I met Tom and I fell in lust- he was everything that I could imagine wanting in a Master. It wasn't a straight line forward; there were issues, me still at my parents' home, him living at a coffeehouse. There were fits and starts, but then I decided to write him a story for his birthday- thus The Queen and Mearr/Vala came into fictional life. I had laughed many a time, describing Vala as "me to the Nth degree." I wrote sex and BDSM I knew to be possible- I'd done it or in the case of activities I'm the wrong gender for, I'd watched them enjoyed, often first hand. But then life intruded in a variety of ways and Tom as my Dom just didn't last. After agonizing for 3 months over Tom, my Master finally claimed me. While life has often interrupted- a variety of things from motherhood, chronic health issues, a lazy/selfish beta reader, and just life in general- I've persevered to bring Vala's Story into print for others to read.

Speaking of beta readers- thankfully I have a few new ones who are far more dependable than that first reader who couldn't be bothered to see how I ended Vala's story because she in her selfishness wanted me to abandon the polyamory of the story; she never said it directly, although her comments sure hinted at it. One of my current beta readers likes to lecture me about the my notions of fantasy/reality; well I'm not sure "lecture" is the correct verb, but sometimes it feels like that to me. While the framework of The Queen's extreme wealth, the insulated life he's created for himself and his slaves is certainly fantastic, I wanted most other things as real as possible. Sure my Master just has a duffel bag of a few toys in the closet, not store rooms of BDSM toys, I see it mostly as a matter of degree- He could buy us more toys as we can afford, as He's interested.

My other big problem, from all shades of romance is the notion of a "perfect" man. Most often, there are descriptions of flowing hair, developed pectoral muscles, 6 pack abs... these things are NOT the things that get me interested in a romance. Then you have the variety of demeanors to consider... a whole lot more attractive than your run-of-the-mill romance hero. In my romance, I want a flawed man, with some baggage, a history, who sometimes has a bad day. So yes, in reading "Out of the Night: Book One" and subsequent books of mine, I hope you'll notice The Queen's flaws, that he sometimes has a bad day and even apologizes to his slaves when he's in the wrong- I wanted him that way.

Now I've explained to you how I came to interests in both BDSM and writing about it. I've also explained my issues with one male figure in many romance novels. Another part of why I write BDSM erotica is because I'm tired of those without any BDSM experience writing about it. I simply don't believe that research, reading online articles, or some such is enough. Yes, imagination can go a long way, but I also firmly believe that there's a reality to words when you've lived through an experience that is far richer than simple research. So when I write a submissive, I can put pieces of my understanding of submission into that character; when I write a Dominant, I can think of dominants that I've interacted with directly. While I may be overestimating and misunderstanding things here, this location of truth that I write from makes me call in to question the oft-repeated advice to authors of carefully separating personal and professional lives, especially online. I write because I am a lifestyle submissive and I need to see "me" in print.

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

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Joelle's Bio:

Joelle Casteel has been writing for as long as she can remember. Explicit, graphic, her writing isn't for minors or the easily offended. Once upon a time, she preferred to write on a PC, sitting on a stool- there were those who told her she looked like Tori Amos playing the piano. She's still trying to get the hang of writing in an arm chair instead, normally with a heavy dog's head resting on her feet, whether she wants that or not. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.

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An experiment in conversation and sanity

So as you can see, Iona and Greta weren't quite sure of the conversation that I wanted to have and it did range a bit, but with "Out of the Night: Book One"'s re-release, I was thinking on Iona walking to The Queen and Vala and what Iona must have been thinking.

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Joelle, are you sure? Iona looks at Greta, one eyebrow arched.

My Lady, let's try, okay? We did talk that night anyway, about what we thought of Vala in that first day, my Lady. Greta looks at me, making the smallest nod.

We're good then?

Oh, okay... give me a moment to put myself back then, before my dearest Vala was even the switch in the room beside mine. Iona licks her lips.

So very beautiful. Almost a fragile beauty, like my Lord Tommy, that's what I thought of her as I watched Vala cuddle against The Queen's side, so unsure to meet us all, especially with formal introductions as pleased him that day. I had to prevent the lip biting that wanted to come to me at her gaze, so obviously, so openly taking me in, as if she wanted to devour me.

What of the moment when The Queen talked about your sleeping problems?

With his comments on me wanting to join them in bed? Goddess, I nearly swooned. The images that came to mind in that moment, The Queen, Vala, their bodies twined with mine. Iona kisses Greta's cheek. The four of us have spent many a wonderful time in bed together.

I noticed my Lady noticing Vala. Greta laughs. To see such desire. I felt a small moment of unease, monogamous conditioning trying to rear its ugly head. Of course I was thrilled at Vala's beauty; she is an incredibly beautiful woman, in so many ways. I think my vantage point of "fourth class slave" allowed me to guess at, to see things well before the three of them did. Like Vala's special, growing love for my Lady Iona in those first days after The Queen had collared Vala. But I certainly did wonder- would I wind up with a domme and a sister slave that I'd have to nurture through nightmares?

Oh hush! I don't have nightmares quite as often as I use to. Iona wraps an arm around Greta's waist.

But they still do happen sometimes, my Lady. They can leave me feeling pretty powerless, and not in a good way either, my Lady. Greta leans against Iona as if to ease the frown from her beautiful domme's face. Then to add Vala's nightmares, my Lady? Although at least I had my training in helping rape survivor's to help her, but that only goes so far, my Lady.

But now she has Soma and Eoin to ease her through those nightmares. The poor Queen. Iona giggles. She uses her sleeping board as rarely as I do. Thankfully he prefers "slave in bed to cuddle" and doesn't think too much of our lack of board use.

I still wonder what it was like while she was still Mearr, at the Manhattan loft, my Lady. Greta clears her throat. Are you ever going to finish that WIP and let us read it, Joelle?

And why would I do that, Greta? I just read a conversation with you that we wrote for my blog and you were pretty snarky at me. But I'm trying. I have too much on my plate. If I can get through Vala's Story, I'll get back to that WIP. Since I have it, Week-long, and Book of Meeting to work on. And please remember, the story is complex. I enjoy dipping into many pools of experience, making for a complex story-telling process. And look at you, Greta, not properly using Vala's title now.

Greta snorts. Think on what time period you want us thinking about- I'm supposed to say "my Lady Vala" while thinking on her as a submissive with less authority than myself?

You made the change with Abrecan when he was demoted, did a better job remembering to drop Tommy's title during those weeks when he was being punished for being a humongous brat.

My. Lady. Vala. Does that make you happy?

Iona, would you please punish Greta for being a mouthy brat?

Iona nods at me before patting her lap. Her gaze steady, she watches Greta for a moment before threatening Across my lap before you earn yourself more punishment than I planned to give. Joelle is right; I should have corrected you on Vala's title before this.

Greta glowers at me for a moment. Yes, my Lady. She lays herself across Iona's legs. She reaches behind her to lift her dress and piles it on her lower back. She places her hand on Iona's comforter, partially covering a bright sky blue butterfly.

I draw in a breath. I press my thighs together.

Without warm up, Iona brings her hand down on Greta's ass. The sounds echo as the spanking continues. Is Vala in the same class as you that you can speak of her without a title?

No, my Lady. Please, I'm sorry, my Lady. I'm sorry, my Lady.

I watch subtly reddening skin. Is that maybe enough, Iona?

Maybe. Iona rubs Greta's skin, her hand slipping down to trembling thighs. Are you quite done, Joelle, in asking for remembrances? I'd very much like to enjoy my aroused submissive here?

I grin. I guess. It was interesting to hear some of your thoughts on that first day, about Vala. Thanks. Enjoy Greta. She does look properly subdued at the moment.

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BLOG TOUR

Today I'm visiting Jolynn Raymond's blog to talk about the sixteen introductions The Queen makes for Vala, introducing his slaves to her. Instead of Saturday Spankings and Seductive Studs and Sirens this weekend, I'll be hosting my own post about the balance of fantasy and reality in Vala's Story and then on Sunday, I'll be out visiting again, this time on Katherine Deane's blog to ask the question- how long will you wait for sex?

Are you ready?

So if you're not a regular reader of the Saturday Spankings blog hop, you might want to go back and read my snippet from this weekend. For the first SatSpanks' of my blog tour for the re-release of "Out of the Night: Book One," I shared a snippet of the first time The Queen engaged in a serious and complete with Vala as his submissive- before then, she'd seen him dom his slave Tommy and Simon, had engaged in vanilla (although sometimes rough) sex with him, but never BDSM.

Readiness of course can be about many things. Right now I'm reading Jaye Peache's "Trust Me to Keep You." It's the first book in a series; I'm not sure atm how many books she's put out in the series or how many she plans to. Right now, I'm enjoying as her dominant and submissive learn each other as a new D/s couple, as he learns to deal with things from her past that affect her submission currently.

With two decades' experience, I've thought of readiness in regards to quite a few different pieces of BDSM. While I'd dreamed of being submissive 24/7, I'm not sure I was really ready. There were so many pieces of lifestyle submission, the running of a dominant's home, that I simply wasn't ready for, that my childhood hadn't prepared me for. Thankfully my Master was patient as I learned to cook (and doubly thankfully, He didn't want fussy, fancy food) and He continues to be patient as I try to use things like Flylady to overcome my nature to "organize by piles" and to clean just here and there.

Of course that's a sort of readiness that most don't think about with BDSM and is certainly not what The Queen was talking about with Vala in the scene from Saturday. In specific, he was discussing an article about rattan canes with her. My understanding is that rattan canes are often harsher than other types of canes, especially if wielded with force. My Master doesn't actually have a thing for canes, although I enjoyed the period of time when He was borrowing a kendo training sword from a friend- at least that's what I believe He had; it was some sort of kendo tool anyhow. But then we were also playing harder back then; I wouldn't be ready for that harsh level of play right now.

Readiness can be about being ready for different implements and the amount of pain they can deliver. It can also be about levels of dominance and submission. The first place my mind goes with this is 24/7 submission- BDSM erotica so often makes it look easy; I've tried, in my erotica, to show that there are varying levels of struggle with "feeling submissive" and that this isn't a concern just of the submissive. If the dom isn't acting "dominant," this can cause issues for the submissive.

When The Queen asks Vala if she's ready, I wonder how many uses for this question from a BDSM perspective were in his mind...

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BLOG TOUR

Today I'm being hosted by Felicity Nichols for my post about "What makes a sex scene?" I'm sure I'll be pondering that more as I talk to Iona for my "conversation with a character" post for tomorrow.

#dungeoncrawl ... Pressure Point Subspace

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I'd planned to have this on Monday, but I got another thought for Monday's fiction and this seemed good for the crawl. So here's my bit of fiction. After you've enjoyed the pressure point pushing, go enjoy the other crawlers.

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I lay flat on the bed, a pillow under my chest, my legs covered to the backs of my knees with the comforter. It's still pretty cold outside and the heater struggles. I feel the bed shift as Master joins me. I can't help but shift my hips slightly, His presence felt between my spread legs as well.

He traces His fingers along my back. He stops, His fingers resting on my shoulder blades.

My attention is drawn to the tightness of my shoulders; it's been too long, life has been happening all too much.

He pushed His fingertips into the flesh of my back, just behind my armpits.

I hear my keening moan as if I'm not actually making it, the pain and pleasure so intense. My hips move as if I'm riding Him. My back arches almost as if I was doing a yoga pose.

His fingers move to the other side of my back, the parallel spot, pressing again until I moan and even have the beginnings of a scream leave my trembling lips.

When'd the trembling happen? It's not like I'm a little newbie sub. But this is enough and this is good. My moans continue and my shoulders fall. Pressing fingers aren't even coming close to my cunt, but I feel phantom touches even there.

I'm not sure how much time has passes, but the waves of calm drift through me. Too long since I've enjoyed such a beautiful subspace.

He tucks the blankets around me, cuddles me against His warm body.

I drift off to sleep, not having escaped the shuddering submission He reminded me exists within me.

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BLOG TOUR

So I hoped you enjoyed that snippet that came to me :) And amongst your crawling around, please also take the time to visit Vanessa C.'s blog where she hosted my post about gender and sexual orientation.

An InLinkz Link-up

#taboo2sday ... Watching?

So Emily Tilton inspired me in this post- I like how the taboos she shows often enough seem rather tame to me :D. No offense to Emily- we need all levels of taboo after all. But now, watching or actively being a voyeur, extracting sexual arousal, enjoyment from watching another engaged in something intimate? I have a harder time seeing the taboo; after all, I live in a clothing optional household. A family friend just came over while I was wandering around with just a shirt on. He's used to my clothing optional nature so he probably didn't even notice my bottom-less-ness. I didn't put bottoms on until my dog started to whine- it is cold outside and in my nice, quiet suburb, me going outside half naked would be an issue. I decided to snippet from a spin off of my Vala's Story serial. My lines came from "The Book of Meeting," a collection of short stories about "the ones who made it into The Queen's stable," with two surprise entries. The lines specifically come from "Adan and Ailin's Meeting." They're my twins- a fraternal set- introduced in "Out of the Night: Book One." I even have a post towards the later part of my blog tour about the twins- I was blissfully unaware of a taboo I was messing with.

From the WIP "The Book of Meeting"--

Ailin gazed up at The Queen and Adan.

"This is one of my sleeping boards. I use them frequently in training." The Queen wrapped his arm around Adan's waist. "Is this a new experience for you? Being aroused, naked, and restrained?"

"Yes, Sir," Ailin whimpered as he groaned and writhed against the board as much as his spread-eagled body could.

The Queen smiled down on Adan. "Well let us leave your brother here. I wanted you to see this, to know what you are getting into if you beg my collar, but I do not wish to push your boundaries too far yet."

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Please enjoy the other hoppers and don't forget to check out my blog tour announcement- there's a chance for prizes :).

BLOG TOUR

Suzy Ayers wonderfully hosted me today to talk about rules and how BDSM is not inherently abuse. Thanks for hosting me, Suzy!