Serving Her: Lazy Sunday excerpt

A snippet of Alex and Kimberly enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon in Serving Her

“I need to have you fetch me something and then kiss my feet while I enjoy it, but I can’t think of what I want.”

            “Orange pop?” Alex spoke into the wall.

            “Do we have orange pop?”

            “I bought some yesterday.”

            “Orange pop sounds good.”

            Alex kept his nose pressed to the wall, up on his toes. “Would you like it, now?”

            “Yes.”

            Alex let his heels touch the carpet and immediate relief spread up his legs. He pulled his face back, releasing his nose from contact with the wall. He took a couple of uneasy steps as the strain and fatigue in his leg muscles made him not trust trying to walk. Feeling returned, and he walked into the kitchen. He filled a glass with ice and poured a can of orange pop in, slowly letting it fill in from the side to minimize the lost fizz. The head of his cock peeked over the countertop. Nothing like being naked in a kitchen to make him feel humiliated and nothing like feeling humiliated to bring rigidity to his wounded member, reminding him how naked he was in a kitchen. And on into perpetuity.

            He brought Kimberly’s drink in held high above his erection. He knelt at her feet with the drink held up, and she took it from him and sipped. She crossed her legs and lifted her raised foot up under his chin. “Don’t my toes look pretty?”

            Alex nodded as he drew in breath with his mouth closed, enjoying the scent of her foot. He waited patiently for the kiss he yearned to give. “Yes, Ma’am.”

            “You were punished for your mistakes, but for your first time, you didn’t do too poorly. I suppose you’re due for a reward. Lie down.” Kimberly brought her heels up to the couch’s edge.

            Alex rolled over and lay parallel with the couch. He scooted up till his face was where Kimberly directed, just under her feet hanging over. When he was still, she slowly dropped them down. They lightly kicked in the air inches above him, then touched, a heel on his chin and the other on his cheekbone. Both went flat, the ball of one foot pressing against his forehead, the other settling next to his nose. His mouth covered by her arch. Kimberly peeked down at him, smiling. He could only see her around her left foot which covered the inside halves of his eyes and obscured his vision. She sipped from her glass of orange pop. She tapped the ball of her foot against his lips, and Alex kissed. She grabbed his bottom lip with her dexterous toes and tugged his mouth open. She popped her big toe in. Alex closed his lips around it and moaned as Kimberly dipped it in and out. She pulled it all the way out and slowly passed her foot across his mouth, letting Alex place passionate kisses along the length to her heel. She rested that foot on his chest and ran her left foot over his mouth the same way, letting him cover it with more passionate kisses. Alex’s eyes drooped closed, opened, and drooped closed again, as he moaned and kissed.    

Kimberly giggled. “You look like you’re really getting to kiss me.”

            “I am really getting to kiss you.”

            “Aww, that was cute. Say that again.”

            As he started to, she popped her foot into his mouth, muffling his words. She reached for the remote control on the side table and turned on the TV. “Let me find one of my Tivo’ed shows to watch while you enjoy my feet.”

Could a femdom book have the popularity of 50 Shades?

I haven't read 50 Shades, but I was thrilled to hear people discussing it openly. I work in retail and overheard women passing by the shelves crowded with copies and discussing the book. They kind of talked as if they were a little shy about it, yet they were comfortable enough to be overheard by me. A poker dealer couldn't stop talking about how badly she wanted to go home and start reading it again and that was with a table of customers listening.

Now, and here's a giant leap, but for the sake of discussion, if you imagine a bell curve of maledom readers, you have enthusiasts on one end and those with no interest on the other. In the middle, you have a majority who might or might not want to ever experiment with any real life submissive activity, but who enjoy or get turned on reading about female submission and experiencing it in that fantasy world.

I would guess a similar bell curve would exist for readers of femdom fiction. The difference is they don't live in a world, yet, where they're comfortable discussing it. And I say it that way because they aren't so much in the closet with a burning desire to let the world know they occasionally enjoy a femdom story. It's just something they do and keep mostly to themselves.

I have close male friends who know I write femdom. I rarely mention it, they never mention it, and our friendships haven't changed. My guess is most of them fall somewhere in that bell curve. They've probably checked me out, found the stories titillating, but didn't want to share that with me.

Femdom is still a little more taboo, but that could change quickly. Even five years ago, men were uncomfortable with making less money than their wives or girlfriends. Now that's largely gone away. I often hear men talking about their wives making more or having better benefits. That's partly because I have a crappy low paying job, but the point is that reticence has gone away.

I think it could happen in the next five years. What do you think?     

Kimberly's Confession

One of the reasons it was a long time before I tried my hand at writing erotica is because I always wanted to write fiction that left my little mark on the world. Funny, then, to realize after I started that writing erotica gives me that feeling just as much as writing other fiction does. This part, from Serving Her, feels especially personal, even though I'm purely projecting something a beloved person in my life might have been experiencing.

“I’m going to confess something I’ve never told anyone, and you are under strict orders to not tell me it’s okay or anything similar. My first year of college I had a best friend, a boy. We hung out all the time. We talked on the phone every day. We talked about everything. I told him about the boys I liked, the boys I was dating, the boys who hurt me. He would tell me everything, too. He told me he was in love with me.

“I told him I loved him, too, just in a different way. I encouraged him to meet other girls, but he never did. He was just there, for me, whenever I needed him. When I dumped a boy, or a boy dumped me and I felt sad, he was always the first person I called. I would cry. He would help me feel better. Every so often—not that often, because he was stoic and brave—he would call crying over me, and I would always listen. We would talk for hours. He would tell me how much he loved me, and I would reassure him that my love for him was just as real, just different. I would, again, encourage him to date. I would name girls I knew would like him. I truly felt awful for him. It was a long time before I realized I was turned on by it.”

            “Kimberly…”

            “Don’t. You’re under orders.” Her voice sounded thick with tears. Her hand came off the steering wheel and wiped her face. “After listening to him crying over me for hours—after crying with him—I would pleasure myself. Somehow my mind managed to separate it. Enjoying being loved without fully loving back and getting off on it didn’t seem to conflict with trying to be a good friend and help him get over me. I felt like I was doing the best I could with the best intentions, and my arousal just seemed…incidental—stupid as that sounds.

            “He moved back home after our freshman year and wrote me a good-bye letter. He wrote he had to break off contact to move forward in his life. He was very nice, very sorry. I think he’d met someone and needed me out of his life to make room for her, and I was glad. I was hurt, but I was glad for him. I was fully aware of my dominant fantasies, well before that, but I didn’t plan or expect to ever act them out. They, also, seemed incidental to my real life, but I decided, from that point on, to always be clear with boys about who would be in charge if we dated and the exact behavior and respect I would command. I wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again.” Kimberly had kept her composure, besides trace evidence of tears in her voice, but now she got choked up and had trouble speaking. “I mean, everyone remembers their first year of college. It’s supposed to be when you come-of-age or discover who you are or whatever. What does he have to remember, some girl stringing him along all year?”

            “It sounds like,” Alex said. Kimberly fired a look at him, and Alex took a deep breath—torn between wanting to comfort Kimberly and obeying the order she had given—before continuing. “It sounds like the two of you went through an intense experience together. You learned from it and it helped you to become the person you are today. I’m sure the experience had the same effect on him.”

            “Maybe. I hope you’re right. Still, he deserved better. He deserved to have me spank him and sit on his face.”

 

From Serving Her (Pink Flamingo, 2012), available in paperback and as an Ebook

Back Cover of Serving Her

My favorite moments of Protege Mistress plan has been held up by my participation in NaNo. I'll be back with that soon.

My latest femdom novel, published by Pink Flamingo, is a standalone novel continuing the story of Kimberly and Alex, which began in Courting Her. Here is the back cover synopsis:

After courting her, Alex feels happy and content belonging to a woman he adores, but Kimberly is not about to let her new submissive boyfriend get complacent. She introduces him to taking snaps in a sensitive area, and Alex agrees to that being a punishment she can inflict on him anytime she pleases. His duty is to strive to obey any directive his mistress gives. When his friends come over to meet her, Alex is so overcome by her assertive demeanor, he breaks the one rule she gave him for the evening—to not treat her like his ruler in front of them. Kimberly sneaks him into the bedroom to take care of his punishment. She then demands a goodnight kiss, which Alex eagerly applies. She returns him to his friends and devises a test for them, with Alex’s humiliation the penalty if they fail. Alex soon discovers that Kimberly’s openly dominant nature will make keeping his place in their female-led relationship a secret impossible.

 

Alex spends a typical Sunday afternoon with his mistress: being trained to properly paint her toenails, getting punished to alleviate Kimberly’s annoyance with the maleishness of their neighbor, and enduring the tantalizing torment of remaining on the verge of an orgasm, without knowing if she will permit him one. During an intimate foot worship session, Alex confesses to an unfortunate encounter with a woman from his past. Kimberly surprises him with a creative and apropos punishment. Alex realizes he will have to fully integrate his submissive desires into his new life with Kimberly, if he is to reach the level of dedication she requires for serving her.

 

Includes: female domination, male submission, female body worship, male orgasm denial and edging, cock punishments, spanking, caning, humiliation, and romantic sex

Fav Moments from Protege Mistress

Subtle Femdom early on in Protege Mistress. Diane has been promoted to Kevin's supervisor.

While they had both been drivers, they had a few friendly exchanges, but when she called him to the phone, Kevin noticed immediately her new managerial tone. “Kevin, come over here.” She smiled, kindly. “I’m going to have you answer phones between deliveries, in addition to your other duties.”

“Okay, sure.” He felt himself blushing. He was pretty sure Diane suspected his crush. He couldn’t imagine a woman as beautiful as her didn’t suspect every man developed some level of infatuation with her. He hoped she didn’t know the extent of his.

Kevin had been kicking himself for not asking her out when he had the chance. The store had a strict policy against managers dating the hourly employees. His berating himself, he knew, was an absurd façade. He wasn’t really fooling himself. He wouldn’t have asked out a beautiful woman like Diane in a million years. He was shy enough with women in his own league. He felt satisfied with work-related conversation and the occasional exchange of personal, friendly anecdotes.

Diane instructed him on how to take orders over the phone, gave him a script to memorize, then went to make pizzas. She returned after several minutes and tested him. She leaned against the counter and played the part of customers placing orders. She made him hold the phone to his ear, as if each were a real call. Kevin, grinning awkwardly, did as he was told. He punched the orders into the computer, without firing them into the system, as she watched and corrected his mistakes. He found her rather impatient with his progress after a few minutes, and he was surprised to find himself feeling ashamed of his frequent blunders. Once he got it down, though, she praised him. “Very good. Now you’re ready to take real calls, all by yourself.”

Kevin knew his enjoyment of her praise showed all over his face.

Patience Review

Patience by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas

Tightly focused story, with shifting power dynamics

Plenty for this fan of femdom fiction to chew, or suck, on (that pun will pay off if you read the story.) in this story of a cocky, youthful salesman being taught a lesson by the older woman whose charge he is in. Not to call this a femdom, or even a particularly kinky, story. These are the subtle shifts of power common in the flirtations of new lovers. He claims he seduced her. She responds that a good seductress makes it appear that way. On the way back to their office, he catches her in the parking garage and piques her desires. They get inside and she sends him back to the car for her purse.

The dynamic plays out realistically and builds to an excellent climax. What I liked, one of the things I liked, was that she remained poised and kept the upper hand, at least on the surface. Most of her power surrender came in the form of her eagerness, which with her experience, she was able to keep under control...mostly.

Here is a link to more reviews and an excerpt and summary:

http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=583&zenid=0b09da74332ae6c3d5a580bb3ee5220f    

Bottoms in Love Giveaway!

I'm doing my first ever book giveaway at Sharazade's blog. Please comment by Friday, September 21st for a chance to win. OC Press is giving away a copy of Bottoms in Love. Here is the link to Sharazade's blog:

http://sharazade.fannypress.com/?p=1319