Alphas of Danger by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake, Mari Carr, Kris Cook, Anissa Garcia, Kym Grosso, Jenna Jacob, Kennedy Layne, Isabella LaPearl, Carrie Ann Ryan

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Alphas of Danger by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake, Mari Carr, Kris Cook, Anissa Garcia, Kym Grosso, Jenna Jacob, Kennedy Layne, Isabella LaPearl, Carrie Ann Ryan

Favorite Quotes

“Come for me,” he muttered roughly against her thigh. “Cupcakes have cream frosting, and I want all your sweetness on my tongue.” 
“Touch yourself. I want you to rub your little clit and get it hot and ready for me. I want that pussy wet. I want to lick that pussy and get cream all over my tongue. Do you understand me?” 
He sucked and licked until she arched against him, coming so hard that she didn’t have the air in her lungs to even call out his name.

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Master of My Body by Marissa Honeycutt

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Master of My Body by Marissa Honeycutt

Favorite Quotes

Difficult girls gave Vamar an excuse to be as cruel as he wanted. Not that he necessarily needed an excuse, but most of the time, he tried to present himself as refined, above the need to torture and abuse. It was more fun to fuck with their minds than their bodies. Bodies healed. Minds usually didn’t. Be kind to them, speaking soft words as he caused immense amounts of pain was his favorite activity.  
Master bent down and started kissing her neck. She didn’t want to enjoy the touch of his lips, soft and warm and awakening the desire she tried so hard to keep art bay. She didn’t want to close her eyes and sign as he combed his fingers through her hair. But she did.
Master caressed her breasts, pulling gently at her nipples and kissing the back of her neck. He moved his hips and she gasped as a small orgasm ripped through her body. “Wouldn’t it be better to not feel the shame?” he whispered. “To just enjoy the depravity. You’ll never escape it, Sabrina. I won’t let you. You will become like me one way or the other. Just give in.”   

 

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About the Author:

“If Stephen King got together with Tom Clancy and wrote an erotica book…,”
…is how Marissa describes her books when asked. She doesn’t seek to write any particular genre, style, or length, only following her gut instincts and the lead of her characters. The Life of Anna crosses many genre lines including erotica, suspense, psychological thriller, horror, political conspiracy, paranormal, and romance. Marissa’s story of Anna began with a dream about being kidnapped with Adam Savage from Mythbusters (Yes, really). Over the next year and a half, it morphed into the story that is now known as “The Life of Anna.” She has also published Distorted Hope, which is based on her kidnapped dream. Abandoned Grace was published last year as a side story to The Life of Anna.

Marissa stays busy running her household, fending off two adorable kittens, and interacting with her readers on social media. She is a self-proclaimed geek and is striving to learn the basics of graphic design. She is also actively pursuing a more natural lifestyle, which includes essential oils, natural cleaning products, and whole, organic foods. Marissa’s addictions include the Science and History Channels, anything chocolate mint, vintage books, cute kitty cats and laughter.

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Bait by Jade West

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Bait by Jade West

Favorite Quotes

Two weeks and he’ll make this real. Two weeks and he’ll be my monster. A monster of flesh and bone and breath. A monster who won’t disappear when I open my eyes. He’ll chase me, and hurt me, and fuck me, and I’ll pretend I don’t want it. But I will. Oh fuck, I will.
I’ll hurt her until she thinks she’s been hurting forever, until she screams so much she can’t scream anymore. Until she’s done. Until she’s mine.
I don’t even wait for her to catch her breath. She’s still panting as I tear myself out of her. Her mouth is open in a scream when I scramble up and fill it with cock. It won’t fit. It never does. Not until I hook my fingers in her teeth and open her wide for me.  
“You wanted a monster,” I breathe and shunt so hard the bed rattles. “You’ll feel me for fucking days.” 

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About the Author

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June – an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets – returning to the heart of Club Explicit has just been unleashed on the public.

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The Deep End by Kristen Ashley

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The Deep End by Kristen Ashley

“You do know that right now I’ve made it my absolute mission, when it was just my definite intent, to make you come harder than I’ve ever made you, right?”
He’d placed himself in her hands.  He had no idea what she would do.  All he knew was that she had now wrested away his control.  His bulk, his strength, there were likely very few situations, physically, that he would not best.  Now, that was stripped away.
“When you’re in this room, you are mine.  I do as I wish.  You submit to any wish.  And frankly, Olivier, you are far too magnificent a specimen not to share.”
“I love it when you call me baby, Olivier.  I feel it right in my pussy.  Sometimes it floats up inside me sweet, sometimes it thrusts in like it was your big brute of a cock.  This is why I allow you to use that word when I play with you, but right now, you use it and do as you’re told.”

Other Stories by Kristen Ashley

     
Excerpt

“Here you go, Leigh.”

Mirabelle was extending her phone, which was good and bad.

Good because Amélie had not managed to unobtrusively deep breathe, her shallow breaths making her feel light-headed, and she needed something else to focus on.

Bad because what she was focusing on would be the profile of that beast.

She took Mirabelle’s phone and turned it her way.

O.H.
Security: Kitten
Hobbies: Everything
Limitations: Nothing
Notes: None

Translated, that meant:

INITIALS OR OTHER IDENTIFIER
Safe word: Kitten
Inclinations: Into anything
Boundaries, Rules, Unacceptable Play: None

Even with those few words, it was a surprising profile. Experienced subs, the only ones allowed on the floor, knew their boundaries and most had them. In this club, the vast majority were extreme, such as branding, marking, scarring, strangling, sensory deprivation, and so on.

But they had them.

She hadn’t seen a profile that open in a long time.

And the safe word “kitten” showed the beast had a sense of humor. He had the look that just uttering that cute word, which would bring images of the adorable creatures, would make him violently ill.

“Go hit that, tigress,” Mirabelle urged, and Amélie lookedto her.

Before she could say a word, Mirabelle continued.

“Get in there. Three times here, he’ll have heard of you. He’ll be holding out in hopes you’ll be extending the invitation to initiating him to our playrooms. I know it.” She leaned across the table. “Rock his world, lovely.”

She studied her friend, the open excitement, the budding love she was experiencing with her submissive, that time when life takes on clarity so pure and extraordinary, you want everyone to experience it with you.

She turned her head to the beast.

Years of experience only marred twice by two toys she’d had who held great promise, but who eventually fell short of the real thing, taught her that tonight, she would definitely enjoy herself.

But he might be champagne. He might be bourbon. He might, surprisingly, be cognac or port.

The bottom line was that she had to keep expectations low so she wouldn’t be devastated when he didn’t turn out to be top-shelf whisky.


 About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

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A Special Edition Of Dear Mistress

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A Special Edition Of Dear Mistress

It’s come to my attention that there are some false impressions – both from pop culture and in online discussions – on what it means to be in a BDSM relationship. I feel it is my responsibility to educate others about the BDSM lifestyle.

Below are some reminders on what it means to be in a BDSM relationship. I’ve used masculine pronouns to stand in for a Dominant and feminine pronouns for submissive throughout, though I’d like to make it clear that females can be Dominants and males can be submissives.

1) Your safety should never be compromised. NEVER. EVER.

2) Yes, it absolutely is 100% HIS fault if you feel unsafe – experiencing anxiety is no joke. Love yourself more.

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3) JUST LIKE RESPECT, SUBMISSION IS EARNED. Ladies… no respectable and responsible Dominant would EVER risk your safety or withhold personal information if they want to earn your submission. Love yourself more.

4) Submission is a GIFT. Ladies, DO NOT hand yourselves over or agree to submit unless there is 100% trust on both sides. Respect yourself more. Love yourself more.

5) Just because someone says they are a Dominant does not mean that they are one. Trust me when I say this – we are not a dime a dozen. True Dominants are not common. There is not an abundance of Dominants. The amount of posers that I see is unbelievable. Guaranteed there are more people who are true submissives than there are true Dominants; I’m talking about the ones who are responsible and capable of handling the massive responsibility that comes with this role. You need to check references and do your homework before EVER agreeing to submit. If your “Dom” (cringe) will not prove themselves, give references, or agree to 100% disclosure, walk the other way. Love yourself more.

6) Please understand the significance of collaring. Please. Don’t EVER accept or even think of accepting a collar from someone without knowing them completely. They need a chance to learn you. They need to EARN your trust and submission. Yes, the concept of collaring is sexy and it’s alluring and it may be something that you want. BUT… it’s not a game or something to be taken lightly.

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In terms of your emotional well-being, it’s more serious than marriage. Your Dominant should present you with their collar when you are both ready. Anything other than that is immature and disrespectful to the meaning. Expecting less than that is wrong. Love yourself more.

7) Asshole Dominants who don’t respect their submissives are an insult to my kind. They make it difficult for those who are ready to submit and want to pursue this type of relationship. Lack of respect for this lifestyle is offensive to me. Asshole Dominants gives me and my fellow Dominants a bad name.

Ask questions. Demand answers. Never hand yourself over to anyone who has not earned the right to own you.

LOVE. YOURSELF. MORE.

About Dear Mistress
Do you have a question for our resident Dear Mistress?

She’s experienced in all things BDSM, power exchange, and general knowledge of anything outside of traditional vanilla relationships. With over 25+ years in the lifestyle behind her, she continues to live what she preaches and she’s sharing what she knows with us.

Nothing is off limits. NOTHING. Too embarrassed to ask a friend or afraid your search history will be discovered? Ask Dear Mistress!

Authors: Are you writing a book with BDSM? Ask the Mistress! Just make sure you include your name and email address in the question submission box, and she’ll email you personally.

Check back every #BDSMFriday – or whenever it pleases her – for the answers to your questions.

Want to know more from the Lady in Charge? Visit Dear Mistress’s earlier contributions.

Mischief and the Masters by Cherise Sinclair

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Mischief and the Masters by Cherise Sinclair

Favorite Quotes

“When you kneel before me, you are under my protection. Nothing and no one will hurt you. Do you understand that?”
“I’m not brave,” she whispered.
“You survived, Zuri. Courage doesn’t mean not being scared. In the Marines, we’d say, ‘Courage is endurance for one moment more.’”
“By the way, Zuri. The next time you wear underpants in our house, either Alastair or I will cut them off.”
“Kneel there, princess.”
“Princesses don’t kneel.” Her sass earned her a raised chin and a sinking feeling in her belly.
How funny. She’d thought she’d packed everything, but somehow, her heart was still there.

Masters of the Shadowlands Series Reading Order

  1. Club Shadowlands FREE!
  2. Dark Citadel
  3. Breaking Free
  4. Lean on Me
  5. Make Me, Sir
  6. To Command and Collar
  7. This Is Who I Am
  8. If Only
  9. Show Me, Baby
  10. Servicing the Target
  11. Protecting His Own
  12. Mischief and the Masters

Trinity by M. Never

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Trinity by M. Never

Favorite Quotes

Nothing has ever felt so primal. A hedonistic act, boiled down to pure carnal desire.
My resolve snaps as the two of them together kick me over the edge. A tag team effort to make me scream—and scream I do… 

 

 

Other Stories by M Never

   



authorphoto-300x296About the Author

M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi! Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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Submit To Dear Mistress: Readers Share Real-Life BDSM Stories

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Submit To Dear Mistress: Readers Share Real-Life BDSM Stories

I want to start featuring real-life experiences from those willing to anonymously share with me to help others understand the emotions and needs behind BDSM. If you feel so inclined, please use the anonymous submission form to share your thoughts and experiences with readers.

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We can all play a role in helping to educate others to abolish the misconceptions about this lifestyle. I can tell you honestly that you will get a thrill from writing your experience and will feel all of those emotions again. Enjoy it!

For our first submission (there’s that word again!), let’s address what I have been saying since the beginning: BDSM does not need to include SEX. I know some of you are probably sick of hearing me say that, contrary to what we read in those steamy, erotic novels that we all can’t devour fast enough.

BDSM is about the psychological control the Dominant has over their submissive and the power exchange they have together. YES, orgasms and sexual activity can be a part of it, if you choose to add that to your dynamic (consensual, obviously), but that is not where the basic need stems from. Let’s get a closer look at said “basic need.”
~Dear Mistress


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BASIC NEED

~An anonymous submission

It started with a knock on her door. When she opened it, I knew that she would see the need in my eyes. The want. We had been talking for a few months and had a few encounters. All of them friendly, a few playful. I knew her at this point, and she knew me. There was an established trust there now. A bond.

So when that door opened and my response to her, “Hey, what are you doing here?” was simply “I NEEDED to see you,” no other words needed to be said. She knew what I was going through: all the emotions screaming at the top of their lungs in my head.

My life was insane at the moment – total chaos. As someone who openly admits is a control freak, I needed the screaming to stop.

No other words were said as she closed the door behind me and lead me by the hand into her home. She dragged a wooden chair from the dining room and placed it in front of me while telling me to strip out of my pants but leave my shirt on. I did as I was told, after all, that is why I was there.

She pulled the chair up in front of me, so the back of it was pressed against my stomach and slowly circled. She stopped once behind me and ran her hands up my back stopping at my neck. Very slowly she pushed my neck forward and said, “Bend over the chair and put both hands firmly on the seat.” I did as she said.

She spread my legs and secured them with a spreader bar. “I want you to tell me how you are feeling,” she said. “Not whole sentences, just words. Tell me what is wrong. You feel…?” She began to circle me again.

“Anxious” I said. “Sad. Stressed. Emotional. Frustrated. Heartbroken. Overwhelmed.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Every time I said a word, my lips quivered and my voice shook.

“Repeat them, again. And do not stop until I say so.” I said them over and over as she circled around me. I couldn’t see what she had in her hand, but I could hear it. I could hear it against her palm.

She stopped behind me and slowly pressed against me. She ran her hand down my back and said, “Stop talking. I want you to take ten deep breaths and on each exhale, relax deeper into yourself. Go.”

INHALE, EXHALE
INHALE, EXHALE
INHALE, EXHALE
INHALE, EXHALE – By the fourth exhale, I could feel my tension easing.
INHALE, EXHALE
INHALE, EXHALE – By the sixth exhale my body felt loose and my mind began to slow down.
INHALE, EXHALE
INHALE, EXHALE
INHALE, EXHALE – I feel relaxed.
INHALE, EXHALESLAP!

The paddle hit the left side of my ass just at the last of the breath escaped my lips. I sucked in air, hard. Boom! The paddle hit the opposite side. “Now say each of those words again. Slowly. Repeat each one until I say stop. Go.” I started…

“Anxious.” – SLAP!
“Sad.” – SLAP!
“Stressed.” – SLAP!

This went on for 10 minutes. She told me to stop and had me focus on breathing again. The entire time she stood behind me with her hand on my lower back.

“Again,” she said, and we repeated the last 10 minutes. This time tears and gasps separated each word. She told me to stop and she walked away, returning a few moments later with a glass of water with a straw. She knelt down in front of me and placed the straw in my mouth and wiped the tears from my eyes.

We made eye contact the entire time, but no words were said. She stood up and again, circled behind me placing one hand on my back. “Again.” she stated.

By the time this last round was finished, I wasn’t even saying words, I was full-on ugly crying. I was sobbing so hard that my legs collapsed, and I was hanging over the chair. And not because I was in pain. No. I had gone numb a while ago.

It was because all of those emotions, those screaming feelings, were GONE. I had said them out loud. I faced them. I made them real, and then I purged each one from my mind. I finally felt like I could breathe.

The feeling was amazing!

She bent behind me as I sobbed and kissed every mark on each side. Then she slowly stood me up and turned me to face her. Placing her hands on my face, she kissed each cheek before using a cold wash cloth to wipe my face. It was one of the most amazing, freeing, empowering moments I have ever experienced. No clothing was ripped off, no passionate kisses exchanged, no orgasm was dealt.

There was no sex, but WOW – it was mind-blowing.


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About Dear Mistress

Do you have a question for our resident Dear Mistress?

She’s experienced in all things BDSM, power exchange, and general knowledge of anything outside of traditional vanilla relationships. With over 25 years in the lifestyle behind her, she continues to live what she preaches and she’s sharing what she knows with us.

Nothing is off limits. NOTHING. Too embarrassed to ask a friend or afraid your search history will be discovered? Ask Dear Mistress!

Authors: Are you writing a book with BDSM? Ask the Mistress! Just make sure you include your name and email address in the question submission box, and she’ll email you personally.

Check back every #BDSMFriday – or whenever it pleases her – for the answers to your questions.

Want to know more from the Lady in Charge? Visit Dear Mistress’s earlier contributions.

Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild

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Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild

Favorite Quotes

I’m addicted to him. Addicted to giving myself away to someone like him, someone I can feel in my heart I can trust. Addicted to the power play. The distraction. The sex. 

 

 

Other Stories by Clarissa Wild

    


About the Author

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Hard to Serve by Laura Kaye

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Hard to Serve by Laura Kaye

Favorite Quotes

“What a dirty girl you are. You want people to see my cock sliding into your pussy? You want them to hear you screaming and coming?”
“I don’t want to sit and talk. I want to fuck. Hard. I want to be aggressive. Maybe I even want to be a little mean.”
“Fuck, Mia. I was trying to be a gentleman tonight,” he said, arranging her on her hands and knees on the floor and fishing a condom out of his pocket. “But if you want the Dom, I’ll give you the fucking Dom.”

Hard Ink Series Reading Order

1.0  Hard As It Gets
2.0 Hard As You Can
2.5 Hard to Hold On To
3.0 Hard to Come By
3.5 Hard to Be Good
4.0 Hard to Let Go
4.5 Hard as Steel
4.6 Hard Ever After
4.7 Hard to Serve

Blasphemy Series (Preorder)

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Mia found herself alone with a kinda pissed-off looking Master Kyler. He wore angry well. As in, the harshness of the set of his jaw and the tight press of his lips and the narrow cut of his eyes—they were all hot, especially coming from a Dom. But she didn’t understand it.

“Um. Hello, Sir,” she finally said when he didn’t say anything.

“Mia,” he said, his gaze raking over her. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.” His voice was like gravel, rough and strained.

“Thank you. Are you okay, Sir?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t…I don’t know.”

“Do you want to sit and talk?” Mia asked, concern for him flooding her.

Suddenly, Kyler pinned her to the cool wall. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and he was erect against her belly. She wanted to drop into a crouch and take him into her mouth. “Do you want vulgar honesty or watered-down politeness?” he asked.

The promise of those words made her core clench with need. “Vulgar honesty.”

He nailed her with a blue-eyed stare. “I don’t want to sit and talk. I want to fuck. Hard. I want to be aggressive. Maybe I even want to be a little mean.”

Mia’s heart was suddenly a runaway train in her chest. Because, sign her up! She let out a shaky breath. “That sounds…like someone’s going to have a good night,” she managed.

Kyler dropped his head to her shoulder on a groan. He knocked his forehead against the bone there once, twice.

“Did I say the wrong thing?” she asked. Because he was totally confusing her.

“That’s the thing, Mia. I don’t know.” He lifted his gaze to hers again.

“How can I help?” she asked.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and when he opened them, it was like he’d centered himself and made some kind of resolution. “Are you game for what I just described?” He fingered the chunky silver-and-gold choker she wore around her neck.

Heat swept over her, her body already answering, already preparing. “Yes, Sir. I am.”

He gave a tight nod and backed up a step. “Let me show you the room I have in mind.” Taking her hand, he led her down the long hallway that shot off the side of the nave. She wasn’t sure if this was still part of the church building or something else, but she didn’t have long to wonder before Kyler stopped at a door and keyed in a code.

Lights came on as the door opened, and Kyler guided her inside with his hand at the small of her back.

Just the room’s theme turned Mia on. Concrete floor. Cinder-block walls with peeling paint. Light thrown from bare light bulbs surrounded by little cages. An iron cot bed with only a white fitted sheet. Rusted metal cabinet at the side that undoubtedly held a variety of toys and supplies. It looked like a basement or a warehouse—a place where a woman in a beautiful cocktail dress had no business being. A role started taking shape in her mind.

“Do you see where my head is tonight, Mia?” Master Kyler asked, his body almost rigid with tension.

God, she was going to enjoy helping him work out whatever had him so wound up. “Yes, Sir.”

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Dear Mistress: Hopeless Romantic, Kinky Therapy, Newbie Dominant

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Dear Mistress: Hopeless Romantic, Kinky Therapy, Newbie Dominant

Naughty Teaser: We’ll be sharing a reader-submitted sexy story next week for a Special Edition of Dear Mistress!


Dear Mistress,

I’m a true believer in “love conquers all.” I’ve been sitting on this question for a while, worried that I’ll sound like the naive, hopeless romantic that I am, but I finally forced myself to woman up and push the send button on this and get my answer once and for all.

If two people are made for each other and experience love at first sight (here’s the twist) and then find out that they are actually both Dominants without any real Switch tendencies, can they find a way to make it work? Has there ever been such a thing as two Dominants in a relationship? I’ve wondered this a lot, and imagine their relationship would be very explosively hot, but I wasn’t sure if it was just me being that hopeless romantic again.

Thanks Mistress.

-Hopeless Romantic Who Didn’t Have The Balls To Ask You This Weeks Ago

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Dear Hopeless Romantic Who Didn’t Have The Balls To Ask You This Weeks Ago,

This is a tough one. Has there ever been such a thing? I suppose.

I think it would depend on their personalities in and out of their kink life, and if they are successful at separating the two. Some Dominants are more easy-going in their daily life, saving their hardcore domineering personalities to come out during sessions. Honestly, I think if it were to work for them, they would need to keep any kink activity separate and each have their own submissive. Two dominating personalities can certainly have explosive, hot sex, but I think that is where I would draw the line.

Ultimately, for a Dominant to have their needs fulfilled, there needs to be a power exchange, plain and simple. So which one will submit? Which one will bow down and kneel in front of the other? It’s impossible to say, but my goodness, I want a front row seat to witness that power struggle.

~~grabs popcorn and gets comfy~~

Recommended additional reading:

The Control Book by Peter Masters

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Dear Mistress,

Are there mental health professionals that specialize in treating people who belong to the BDSM community?

Dear Mistress Kinky Therapy


Dear Kinky Therapy,

Yes, there are. There is an online resource to find “kink friendly” therapists in your area. Another option is to talk to those in your local lifestyle community. They will most likely have suggestions for you.

Visit the online resource guide on Kink Friendly Therapy here. The National Coalition for Sexual Freedom provides a guide on how to select a “kink aware” therapist which you can read in full here.

They define “kink aware” as follows:

A therapist who is kink aware recognizes BDSM play as a normal part of the sexual spectrum, and is able to distinguish healthy BDSM play from non-consensual abuse. Ideally, such a therapist has educated herself about BDSM, via books, articles, lectures, websites, and/or discussion groups. She is aware of what constitutes safe and unsafe play (acknowledging, of course, that different folks have different standards for that). She is aware of the types of roles and role expectations that are commonly encountered in the BDSM scene. She understands the stress that some clients may experience in keeping their BDSM lifestyle secret. She has also worked with a number of clients from the BDSM community, and is explicitly welcoming of such clients in her advertising materials. Finally, she is aware that for many kinky clients, BDSM might not have anything to do with the reason that the client is coming in for therapy. Often, BDSM is just another facet of the client’s life, like their vegetarianism or their hobby of knitting.NCSF, Keely Kolmes Psy.D. and Geri Weitzman Ph.D.

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Dear Mistress,

I have started to embrace my dominant side. I’ve been asked to humiliate someone. Besides just name calling and spanking type of things…do you have any good recommendations or examples of humiliation for men that stay in the bedroom? (Meaning I’m not taking him out in public).

Dear Mistress Shaming the Man

Dear Newbie Dominant,

Humiliation can be fun and really turns me on. It’s hard to say what you can do to him, simply because what each person finds humiliating varies.

  • It can be as simple as making him call you by a title – some people find that incredibly humiliating.
  • Tie a lead around his cock and parade him around the house.
  • Make him do all household activities naked, wearing only an apron.
  • Make him clean the kitchen floor on his hands and knees – naked and with a toothbrush.
  • Put your foot on his face and demand that he licks the soles of your shoes.
  • If you are a woman, make him wear your bra and panties and stuff the bra.
  • Make him jerk off while you cane his balls. When he cries, which he probably will, call him a sissy.
  • Role play with him where he is a schoolboy brat and has to drop his pants and stand in the corner. Paddle his ass with a wooden paddle.
  • Make him have to ask permission for all sexual activity – and occasionally don’t allow him to come after he is very close. Make him leave the house with blue balls.
  • Use a cock cage on him and control his orgasm.
  • You want hardcore humiliation? Make him come in a cup and drink it. Inspect his mouth.

Some of these may be perfectly normal behavior for some and not humiliating at all. Others will find them completely humiliating. It depends on what he reacts to. There is a fine line between humiliating and insulting your submissive. Using terms like “ugly,” “fat.” “useless,” and “dumb” can cross the line to abuse – be careful there. Bottom line – have fun with it. And I have plenty of other suggestions if these do not work for you.

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Almost Innocent by Carina Adams

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Almost Innocent by Carina Adams

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You’re supposed to be afraid of me, Gabs, not afraid for me. 

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About the Author

Carina Adams has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story.
Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish – a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.
Carina received her MBA in May, but would much rather play with her imaginary friends (the voices in her head) than work her 8 to 5. When she isn’t trying to juggle being a working mom with karate and drama practices, surprising her children with her sci-fi movie knowledge, or writing, you can find her with her nose pressed against her kindle, on the back of her husband’s motorcycle, or living life vicariously as her Derby Girl persona, Writers Block.
Carina is currently writing Unfinished Business, the next installment of the Bastards MC novels.

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Bend Me (Absolution #1) by Sophia Scarlet

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Bend Me (Absolution #1) by Sophia Scarlet

Favorite Quotes

 The woman I’m looking for will bend to my will and bask in the pain I gift her. In return I will give her everything I have and everything I am. 
I am going to enjoy fucking you in every possible way before I let you leave tonight. 
I should feel overwhelmed with hurt and humiliation, but I don’t. I don’t feel anything. 
How can preparing to submit make me feel so strong?

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About the Author

Sophia Scarlet is a Maryland native. She lives with her husband, two children, and cat in the woods not far from the Potomac river. When she is not writing or shuttling her children around, you can find her practicing yoga, cooking, or picking seasonal vegetables at the local CSA.

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The Anatomy of Jane (WJM #1) by Amelia LeFay

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The Anatomy of Jane (WJM #1) by Amelia LeFay

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“Has anyone ever told you that you have the mind of the devil?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the body of a sinner?”

I couldn’t reply. His lips were on top of mine, his tongue already in my mouth, and my hands moved to grip his tight ass. With everyone else I was Maxwell, the asshole, the ice block, the boss — but with him, I was as good as a bitch in heat.

“My mother is running for president next year.” Another random statement where I had no clue where it had come from. ” She wants her Hallmark-perfect family beside her, and it would be great if her son wasn’t bisexual.”

“Did you tell her she’d actually win the presidency if she embraced the rainbow?”

“I’m always thinking about you!” Wes sneered while I kissed his jaw and tugged harder. “Every fucking day you are on my mind. I can never get a damn break from you. I revolve around you! You are an addiction I can never shake so don’t make me keep repeating it!”
“You silly, silly girl.” Wes bit my top lip before saying, “You think you can walk into the lions’ den and make us your pets?” ”
“Is that why you brought the dessert?” She smiled, taking a bite. She paused, glancing down at it. I grinned and sat back down.

“I’m amazing. Go on, you can say it.”

She made a face at me, struggling. “It’s all right.. not orgasmic though.”

“It shouldn’t be. At least not with the first bite,” I said, watching as another spoonful entered past her full lips. “A great orgasm doesn’t happen remarkably fast, Ms. Chapman. It’s the buildup and the path that gets you there.” She stared at me, no longer eating, so I took the spoon from her mouth, scooped up more chocolate, and brought it back to her lips. They parted for me. “You feel everything first, your mouth watering. The shiver has gone up your spine… the tingling in your ears and hands. Your nipples are getting harder and harder as your pussy gets wetter and wetter. You should be moaning with pleasure, savoring every inch of it to the point that it is driving you insane, not screaming out, and not giving in. It is then and only then” – I fed her the last bite – “that I let you cum.”

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About the Author

Amelia LeFay is a character of my own imagination. She’s a single woman in her mid twenties in love with sex. Dirty sex, rough sex, sex of any type. She’s not a whore or a slut. She believes a woman should be aloud to sexually express herself anyway she wishes.

She stands for Gay Rights, Women’s Rights, the rights of Minorities, and Environmental protection.

She can be a bitch but doesn’t think there is anything wrong with that.

She has uneven boobs, stretch marks on her ass, astigmatism, and thighs that rub together as she walks. (Which means no pair of jeans last as long as she wishes they would.)

But most importantly Amelia is a Dreamer…she has dreams so big it scares even her, because if she fails…if she can’t make it…she feels like nothing.

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Red by Kate Kinsey

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Red by Kate Kinsey

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She wanted to offer up her body and mind and soul in devotion and pain and suffering so sweet it denied all attempts to define, describe, quantify. She learned what others called it. Sadomasochism. But it was inadequate, not the right word at all. Perversion was worse in its cruelty, its judgement. But nothing could stop the want.
 Looking at her made it hard to think, hard to breathe. The desire to draw her close and bury his face in her hair rushed over him.

“I didn’t know what else to do…“

“You were afraid they’d think you were some kind of freak. Just like me.” 


 

About the Author

Kate Kinsey is a saucy wench with a highly sophisticated brain that sometimes still gets obsessed trying to remember all the words to the Gilligan’s Island theme song.
She’s a truly fabulous person who just can’t figure out why she’s not rich and famous yet, or why the universe refuses to admit that she is indeed the center of it.
She currently lives in Tennessee with a cat who is in the Witness Protection Program — at least, that’s his story and he’s sticking to it. He has a fetish for leather shoes and bare ankles, and an obsession with squirrels.
Kate has been collared to her Sir for more than fourteen years. She has been very involved in her local community since she first stepped off the vanilla cliffs and dove into the kinky world of BDSM. When she’s not tied to a cross in a dungeon somewhere, she loves to read as well as write. She’s also a painter and a film buff.

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THORNE: Rose’s Dark Contract by R.B. O’Brien

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THORNE: Rose’s Dark Contract by R.B. O’Brien

Favorite Quotes

“Poor, poor girl. All tied up and nowhere to go.”
“William, please.” Her eyes found mine.

“Please what?” I asked, really not knowing what she wanted.

“Talk to me,” she softly begged. “What do you want from me? You told me you only wanted a platonic relationship from me. Please. What do you want from me?” The timidity in her voice, her wet, warm pussy, the way she looked at me. I couldn’t stay away from her another minute. I needed relief. I could not control it.

“Right now? Right now, I want you to spread your thighs wide for me. Then, I want you to suck my cock until I come down your throat. That’s what I want from you. And then when we get home, I want to tie you to my bed and kiss and touch and lick every inch of your body until you burn and ache. And that’s precisely what I intend to get from you.” 

 

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About the Author

I can’t remember not reading. Even now, I constantly toggle between two to five books on my Kindle in all genres. But I have always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from my strict Catholic parents as a tween, to getting lost in the erotic section of my favorite bookstore for hours as a college student, discovering such greats as Henry Miller and Pauline Réage.

In my own writing, which I can’t describe as anything but a “trance-like compulsion,” I like to explore the darker nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly. I am drawn to expose the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.

I hold a degree in English literature and my writing comes from some hidden, unrecognizable place, very different from the reality of my waking world. I am in love with E.E. Cummings and Anais Nin who continue to inspire me when I write.

“To write is to descend, excavate, to go underground.”—Anais Nin.

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Opaque Mirrors by Courtney Lane

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Opaque Mirrors by Courtney Lane

Favorite Quotes

“On the heels of my departure, I heard Blake ask Mason. “Are you two dating?”

“My name is branded on her ass, and that’s all the fuck you need to know,” said Mason”

“His gaze drank in my body, and he licked his enticing lips as though he liked the flavor coating them. He gripped the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted. The sight of bumpy ridges and lines outlining his eight-pack stomach pulled me to turn away from him. A shocking electric jolt of lechery left my skin tingling with a renewed awareness. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered.”
“He rips off his towel and stalks toward me. His eyes are hungry for blood and his hands reach out ready to bruise me. He picks me up and throws me down on the table, stomach down. One hand holds the back of my neck pinning me in place. The other hands spanks me through my panties with the flat of his palm until the pain sensors in my flesh render my behind numb.”
” “You know what I think?” His chin touched his chest, the shadows added to his daunting presence. “I think you’re very fucking interested in me. Keep fighting it. Keep misdirecting. I’ll chase you and fuck you sore for the game you’re playing.” His teeth sank into the plumpness of his lips, lips I couldn’t steal my gaze away from. “The way you can’t stop drooling over my cock, you can’t tell me you don’t daydream about me plugging it down your throat.” ”

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About the Author

COURTNEY LANE has been creating her own little world since she was very young. When she was eight years old, she began to bring her worlds to life with a pen and paper.

While many of her works touch several different genres, she has an archetype when it comes to the female protagonists in her stories — they have to have certain brand of strength, be deeply flawed, and harbor layered personalities. In her books you will find themes that reflect the darker side of life with a tremendous amount of depth and complexity. She also has an affinity for characters that aren’t necessarily the girl or boy next door, or the people you’d encounter in everyday life. In other words, she prefers to explore characters who aren’t easy to fall in love with.

Currently, Courtney can be found either working on her next book, playing the latest role-playing game on her X-Box (preferably a game by Bioware), or spending time with her family.

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Debauched by Jennifer Dawson

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Debauched by Jennifer Dawson

Favorite Quotes

“I know what you need.”

“What?  Please tell me,”  I arch, silently begging him to go on.

He slips inside my panties.  “You need to be fucked.”  He goes lower.  “Claimed.”  Lower.  “Ruined.”  He circles my clit and I gasp at the slickness, at his words.

His teeth scrape my neck.  “Ripped apart and put back together again.”

He growls, low in my ear, “This, right here, is who you are.  Now be a good girl and come all over my fingers while you think about me fucking this tight little ass of yours.”
Every ounce of dominance I keep in check comes pouring out and she responds, exactly like the good little girl she is, and goes crazy.

Undone Series Reading Order

Crave (Undone Book 1)  ←5 Star Recommendation
Sinful (Undone Book 2)
Unraveled (Undone)←4.5 Star Recommendation


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About Jennifer Dawson:

Jennifer Dawson

Jennifer Dawson is the author of the popular Something New series; spicy, small town romance released with Kensington, and pens the dark and edgy contemporary romance series Undone. Jennifer grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying. To this day, she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty years later, they are married and living in a suburb right outside of Chicago with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. These days Jennifer can be found sitting behind her computer, writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an ever-watchful eye on her ever-growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her husband. Jennifer loves connecting with her readers and invites you to check out her website, Facebook page, and join Dawson’s Darlings, her private Facebook Fan group. Sign up for her monthly Newsletter for exclusive insider peeks, new release information and more.

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Dirty Bad Secrets by Jade West

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Dirty Bad Secrets by Jade West

Favorite Quotes

 “I want a dominant man who knows when to kneel. A man who leads, but knows when to follow. A man who can punish me, and use me, and make me fall apart for him, but knows how to do the same in return.” 
“Kiss me,” he snarled.  “Show me how fucking grateful you are.  You owe me, Faye, you fucking owe me.”
“Your smart mouth is going to get you into a world of fucking trouble, Faye.”
“I hope so,” she breathed then braced herself for another. 

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Ultimate Sin by Clarissa Wild

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Ultimate Sin by Clarissa Wild

Favorite Quotes

“I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on her. It’s so fucking bad, but I can’t get enough of the way she looks at me with those innocent eyes. She’s a vixen, and she knows it. She spins us all around her little finger, and I love it.” 
“She hugs me tight, wetness from her eyes prickling my skin, but I’m not fazed. I can handle it. I can take her anger, her fear, her sadness. I can take it all because that’s what people do when they love each other.”
“It’s okay. I already knew this is how it was meant to go. This is my fate. My final atonement for my ultimate sin.”

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