Protege Mistress, A Tale of Unrequited Love Excerpt #3

“Can I see?”

Kevin looked partway back, glimpsed Diane, her arms raised as she dried her hair with a towel. The bottom hem of her damp T-shirt clung high up around her thighs. He turned his back to her and unsnapped his jeans. He slid them and his underwear down over his butt and raised his shirt to his lower back.

Diane emitted a sigh of pity and moved forward. “Oh my gosh, Kevin! I can see the belt marks. She hit you really hard.”

Kevin dropped his shirt and pulled his pants back up. “I shouldn’t have stolen her deliveries.” He turned around but kept his eyes lowered. Still he could see Diane leaned over the counter. Her T-shirt outlined her curves.

“You poor boy.” She smiled. “Fix me a glass of wine.”

She remained poised there as he did. Her slender arms and legs delicately posed. She pushed up from the counter when he had her glass ready and walked to the couch. Kevin dared a look at her behind as he followed. Her taut cheeks pressed against the damp fabric of her shirt, and she seemed to be accentuating the swivel in her hips the way she sauntered. She pivoted and sat on the couch, crossed her legs, and pointed to the floor. Kevin knelt. She took the glass of wine and gave him a foot in its place. Kevin stooped forward and kissed it.

Diane giggled. “I didn’t even tell you that you had to do that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Diane patted his head. “Do you like coming over after work and kissing my feet?”

Kevin looked up at her. “I enjoy being near you…and it’s a chance to show you affection.”

“So yes?”

“Yes, Diane.”

“Say it then.”

“I like coming over after work and kissing your feet.”

“Did you want to kiss anywhere else?”


Sorry I was later than I meant to be posting the next one of these. Protégé Mistress is available in print from my publisher's website, Pink Flamingo, and wherever Ebooks are sold. The opening sample is free to read at amazon and there is also a free excerpt at Pink Flamingo. Thank you for reading!

A Tale of Unrequited Love, excerpt #2 from Protege Mistress

Despite being frequently summoned for clandestine visits to his manager’s apartment in the evenings, work felt surprisingly routine. He and Diane had running conversations that only paused when one was on the phone or Diane was handling a customer or when the orders were backed up and they needed to focus to catch up. The conversations paused again when Kevin was cut early and un-paused when they met up later at her apartment. Kevin began to feel his entire life was one eternal conversation with Diane, moving from pause to un-pause. He loved listening to her chatter about school, express worry over her bills, share stories about her friends, and complain about work irritations almost as much as he enjoyed following her over to the couch, kneeling on the floor, and taking care of her feet. A privilege all the more gratifying since he knew how much it excited her.

She would smile down at him in a way that reminded him he was on his knees in front of her and made it clear she was enjoying her lofty position. “So, how is it working under me, so far?”

“Good. Wonderful.”

“Am I too bossy?”

“No, you’re a good boss. I always thought you were a good boss, even before…” He trailed off, embarrassed to articulate exactly what transpired after before.

“You mean before your promotion?” She finished for him, letting him off easy. “By the way, I have told Monica not to tell everyone about our arrangement at work, so don’t worry. A little hinting around and teasing is one thing, but I’m not going to let her out you to the rest of the drivers.”

“Thank you, Diane.”

She leaned forward and smiled down. The trajectory of her swinging foot slowed and extended until her toes touched his parted lips. She flipped the bottom one down and giggled when it flapped back up. Soon she lifted both feet up for him, and Kevin held them and kissed and licked. Diane opened her pants and her hands went in.

She still had the habit of putting his face to the floor, keeping her recovery from her orgasms private, but she seemed more comfortable with him witnessing her. She’d grown less modest, and Kevin had been treated to some glorious sights, staring up at her as her feet played in his mouth. The strings of her panties stretching around her hips, the muscles of her thighs flexing and emerging past her pushed down pants. She was less careful about keeping the triangle of her panties centered. Between her fingers, Kevin glimpsed precious shadows of pink. 

Thank you for reading! If you're interested, Protégé Mistress is available in paperback at my publisher's website, Pink Flamingo, and in Ebook form wherever Ebooks are sold.

Protege Mistress, intro to a series of excerpts

If you haven't read it before here, I began writing female domination erotica after emerging from the lover side of an unrequited love situation. (I almost said the wrong side, but both sides are difficult.) This was a surprise to me. I'd been writing for several years, always had submissive fantasies, but never felt inspired to write any down. Writing Courting Her was part fantasizing about what could have been and part catharsis.

Protege Mistress, my second female domination novel, began as a short story about a submissive man, who loses a card game bet to his manager and owes her a foot massage. Diane brings Kevin home to pay up and announces, before she lets him in, that she can never date him because it's against the rules for her to date people under her. An excerpt of what happens next is already posted here:

http://courtingherbygregoryallen.blogspot.com/2013/07/another-fav-moment-from-protege-mistress.html

After receiving foot kisses and oral sex from Kevin, Diane pats his head and says, "Good boy. See you at work."

When I wrote that I realized I had a book. To that point I'd been writing a short story called, Coaster on the Floor, but that became chapter one, because I would need a book to see how things turned out with these two. I mean, imagine facing her at work and wondering who she told (she did tell her friend Monica)! What happened next, I consider luck, because good ideas coming are always a lucky thing. I realized I could turn an unrequited love story into a romance. I did this by writing the first half from Kevin's perspective. Kevin becomes Diane's submissive lover, but he's pained because he doesn't feel like a "real boyfriend."

Diane, meanwhile, a fledgling domme, is under the influence of Monica, who wants Diane to feel free to take "real" lovers while Kevin remains her submissive lover. Harsh stuff, for anyone who is uncomfortable with cuckolding, which I kind of am. I find the idea titillating but the reality way past my limit. But what I tried to do, while remaining in Kevin's POV is show how torn Diane is at putting Kevin in the role Monica wants him in. At one point, while Kevin is being whipped for some failing, Monica scolds Diane for kissing his cheek. Diane is in love with Kevin, and eventually, this becomes known to everyone. (**SPOILERS** And she never did take another lover, though she kind of sort of dated a regular at the pizza shop. A man Kevin called Extra Meat because he always got extra meat on his pizza.)

That's the book's first half in summary. What it allowed me to do is explore the pain of unrequited love without paining the reader (or the writer as I was writing it). Kevin rides the rollercoaster of emotion I rode trying to squeeze myself into the friend box my unrequited love wanted me in. At times it seemed to be working, we were able to celebrate our friendship without that problem intruding, but it was always hanging over us and when it came down it was crushing, for us both. For Kevin, and really for Diane too, there are some excruciating moments that were largely lifted from my real life experience, and I plan to include those in this story of excerpts.

Within this thread, I'll post (hopefully weekly) excerpts that tell Kevin's unrequited love story as well as it can be told in brief excerpts. If anyone gets impatient, the novel is available in print at Pink Flamingo and as an Ebook at amazon. I'm glad to have you reading the portions posted here, though, too.     

Another Fav Moment from Protege Mistress

I posted a fav moment from chapter 1 of Protégé Mistress a while back and meant to keep going with a few more, but I got sidetracked. Then I meant to post a more climactic moment from the end of chapter 1 (Climactic for Diane only, of course), but I got stuck on one of the build up parts. I tend to like the build up parts better. All of chapter one and parts of chapter 2 are part of the free sample at amazon if you'd like to read more. Thanks for reading!

Diane leaned back into the couch again. “Let me ask you a question, and I know you’re very shy, but I want you to answer honestly. Earlier tonight, when I invited you over, before I told you about how I couldn’t date you, were you hoping to kiss me?”

            Her foot kicked toward where he knelt in front of her. Under the circumstances, he felt silly being scared to admit it, but he could barely meet her gaze as he answered, “Yes, Diane.”

            She smiled. “Awww, you’re so cute. Blushing at my feet. Did you fantasize about kissing me on your drive over?”

            “Yes, Diane.”

            “Well, your fantasy might come true. Though it’s probably not going to happen exactly as you imagined. Do you still want to kiss me?”

            “Yes, Diane.”

            She frowned slightly. “I know you can be more polite than that.”

            “Yes, Diane, please.”

            She straightened her leg, her foot rose to just under Kevin’s chin. She pressed her foot down so that her leg from toe to hip stretched its full length. “Go ahead. Kiss me.”

            At his eye level, Kevin could glimpse, under her pant leg, her smooth calf. He knew what she wanted, what she offered him, and he desired it as much as the kiss on her lips she had correctly guessed he’d driven over hoping to receive. This alternative was beyond compensation, it was bliss. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss on her foot.

            “Good. Very good boy,” she said. “Now, one on the bottom.” She pointed her toes up, and the bottom of her foot hung inches from his face. “And you don’t have to be so quick. You can give me a nice, long kiss. Don’t be shy.”

Bottoms in Love on sale and featured at Kay Jaybee's blog

I guess this is my third announcement of the new and expanded version of Bottoms in Love, published by 1001 Nights Press. But this time it's on sale for 99 cents. The new content, hopefully, got worked in seamlessly, but it gives some backstory to how Lindsey and Carter arrived at their compromise. Originally, it was going to be in a prequel to Bottoms in Love, but when the opportunity came along to republish Bottoms in Love with 1001 Nights Press, I decided to work the new material into the original story, which I think worked out much better.

If you think you're not a fan of reading off your computer, this would be a great, short piece to try with. If you have a kindle, you've probably already tried it, but if you don't, you can download a kindle app for your PC, which is free. Purchase Bottoms in Love from amazon for 99cents and have it sent to your kindle app on your PC. Then the kindle app takes up your whole screen, you click to turn the pages, and you almost forget you're not reading from a paper copy.

Please have a look at Day 2 in the 5 Days of 1001 Nights at Kay Jaybee's blog. Don't forget to peek back at Day 1, which was The Pleasure Dial by Jeremy Edwards, and stay tuned for three more days of books, all on sale for 99cents or 77p, the p is, I think, a UK thing. Here's the link:

http://networkedblogs.com/MKVO6

Bottoms in Love, synopsis and excerpt

Bottoms in Love by Gregory Allen, a novelette published by 1001 Nights Press

Synopsis:

Nothing gets Carter hotter than the thought of his wife in charge -- submitting to her desires in the bedroom. And Lindsey can be the perfect dominatrix: demanding, knowing, pushing all the right buttons. The problem? She's submissive too. Her idea of the perfect place is at the feet of a commanding husband.

Lindsey and Carter think they've solved the apparent problem with the toss of a coin, an impartial system to randomly determine who's on top -- this time. But a string of the coin coming up heads leaves Carter particularly whiny about having to dominate his wife for an evening. He manages to quell his jealousy and give Lindsey some of the punishment she craves, but when the coin comes up tails the next time, his wife decides to show her husband a real punishment.   

Excerpt: from part one, Heads

The dime sat tails-side-up, centered on top of her left hand, the shimmer of the fresh coin dulled by the diamond close by. “Now, don’t look glum,” Lindsey said. “Fair is fair.”

Carter nodded and smiled. He picked up the dime and dropped it into his shirt pocket, took his wife’s hands in his, and leaned in and kissed her. “Are you ready to go?”

She frowned. “Are you?”

As he rose and stood next to her, her expression changed. Her lips parted, her chin dropped down, her eyes brightened. He motioned for her to rise, and she, quickly and gracefully, slid her chair back, swung her touched-together knees toward him, and pushed up. She slipped against him, feeding her arm between his hip and the nook of his elbow.

He led her.

She remained just a fraction behind, drawing brief stares from men sitting with their dates at the dimly lit tables along the way. Her purple skirt wrapped around her legs, falling just past her knees. The white of her shirt, pressed forward by her breasts, emerged in his periphery even as his gaze stayed forward. She loved to play the part of his eye candy to tease him, but he knew better.

The dime had come up tails four times in a row. The odds quickly popped into Carter’s mind: one chance in eight. He shuddered. Of course, the streak wasn’t that unusual, and had it been the fourth time in a row that the coin landed heads up, he would have been perfectly pleased with the result. Lindsey seemed to know what he was thinking, and she squeezed his arm, bolstering his resolve.

A hostess opened the door and smiled good night to them. Carter said goodnight in return, letting his wife out ahead. She waited, just beyond the threshold, giving the hostess only a nod, and slipped beside her husband again. He walked the length of carpet under the canopy outside the restaurant’s doors  and handed a ticket to the valet. The city lights were brightening under the arriving dusk.

The rarity of an evening out allowed them to splurge on an overpriced dinner and expensive wine, though a night at home alone, with the kids at her parents’, was the real treat. Tempered only by the unfortunate flip of a coin. The car pulled around and Carter walked his wife to the passenger side. She slipped off his arm as he opened the door and sat in the leather passenger seat, smoothing her skirt, which had ridden up, and letting her hand trail down her knee.

Carter tipped the valet and got in on the other side. He gripped the steering wheel and exhaled a desperate breath. “Can we do two out of three, please?”

“Could we if I had won?”

Carter put the car into drive. “No.”

Lindsey crossed her right leg over her left and squeezed against her husband as he pulled out of the lot into the street. “I always take my turn without complaint.”

“All right. Fine.”

The firm tone of her husband caused Lindsey to straighten and sit up. “Ooh, are we starting?”

“I guess.”

“You can’t guess, if we’re starting.”

Carter glanced down at Lindsey’s knees lightly rubbing together. “Lift up your skirt.”

She slid her hands down the sides of her thighs, keeping her knees touching, acting coquettish. Bunching the skirt, she drew the material halfway up and stopped.

“Farther. Show me your panties. If you’re even wearing any panties.”

“I am.” She obeyed, raising the skirt higher. She slunk a bit in her seat, and the white strip of her underwear emerged, her pussy tightly encased within. “See? I told you I was wearing panties.”

“Watch your tone. You know what will happen.”

She wriggled under his glare. The band of her seat belt pressed between her breasts, pinning her blouse tight and accentuating the pertness of her nipples, which even through her bra showed hard at her husband’s strict demeanor. He returned his attention to the road, but surprised her by taking swift, firm hold of her thigh. A sharp intake of breath preceded a lengthy sigh, and Lindsey slunk down further in her seat. Her skirt bunched around her waist, and she nudged her panty-covered pussy toward her husband’s hand, but he kept her at bay. His eyes remaining on the road, he stroked her thigh without allowing her grinding lap the touch she craved.

Finally, the pinky side of his hand grazed her, and the slight touch released her yearning breath into the quiet enclosure of the car. Carter remained stoic. She slid toward him, and his hand moved once again towards her knee. “Oh, please,” she said, in a whisper, but he only glanced down, smiling, and shook his head.

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The Bottoms are Back!

It takes a brave writer to admit to a mistake, but I'm not going to be brave. Instead I'm going to rationalize! But it's a rationalization I actually believe, if you can believe it. This is the second origin story about Bottoms in Love. The first can be found at the personal website of Sharazade, who would end up republishing Bottoms in Love with her publishing company 1001 Nights Press:

http://sharazade.com/?cat=78
 
I'll summarize it for anyone who doesn't want to click over. The Bottoms in Love originally published last year by OC Press of Oysters and Chocolate was conceived as a flash fiction idea. A man stops in the middle of spanking his wife to make her promise she'll give him a good turn next. "Yes, I promise! Just please spank me!" It sounded like something that would turn out well as a 500 word story. I planned to enter the home of a couple, pictures of their kids on the walls, and show somehow that these were rare opportunities for them to indulge in power exchange. Then describe a man giving a sexy punishment to his wife, letting it go on just long enough to make it seem like an enjoyable maledom scene before delivering the surprise twist ending.

That story sat on the back burner while I worked on something else. Then I opened, instead, with where Bottoms in Love opens now, with Carter and Lindsey enjoying a rare night out with the kids at Lindsey's parents'. They flip a dime, and Carter loses and has to dominate his wife. Just for fun, I began the story with Carter losing for the fourth time in a row, which leaves him just a touch whiny (okay, maybe more than a touch) as he gets started on their drive home.

I was happy with the story. I never felt anything was missing. The mystery of just how these couple of bottoms ended up married played nicely in the background. But that dynamic played out to the extent that I was playing with it. An opening scene came to mind of Lindsey exhausting Carter with her submissive desires, early in their courtship. Carter was spanking her nightly and getting blowjobs, but how much of that was he supposed to take? Not until he set dumping her in motion did he realize what he really wanted was a turn!

I intended to follow that moment with them working out the rotation of submitting to each other. Expecting to end the prequel with them celebrating their compromise over dinner and picking out from their change a shiny dime. Again, that stayed on the back burner while I worked on other things. Then OC Press and Oysters and Chocolate decided to move on and released their titles to the authors. OC Press had gotten Bottoms in Love to readers, which is something I'm always tremendously grateful to publishers for, so that was upsetting news, but Sharazade wanted to republish it at 1001 Nights Press. I told her about the prequel idea and then, in the email, mentioned moving the prequel scenes into Bottoms in Love as back story. My musings on just how those scenes would fit together were so vivid, I recall joking in the email that I guessed I'd started writing it!

Which puts me in a strange place, I suppose. Because I'm super excited for this latest and longest version of Bottoms in Love to go out to readers; although I still think the original version worked nicely, I guess I reached a point where that untold back story got so compelling, I felt compelled to tell it. (A part of me still longs for that 500 word flash fiction story that never came to be, so I suppose writers are just hard to please.) Here's a bit from Carter's POV:

“We need to talk. I don’t think I can do this.”

Lindsey’s bowed head lifted. Her downward gaze sharpened and pointed up at him. “Stop. Get my clothes.” She turned to the side and raised an arm to cover her breasts. Carter sat up. He rose and scampered off, gathering her clothing. He touched the balled up fabric softly to her back shoulder. She pulled it over. “If I am going to get dumped, I want it to happen while I’m dressed.”

“No one’s getting dumped.” Carter glanced at Lindsey’s naked back before turning around to let her dress privately. “I just don’t think... I don’t see why... I mean...”

He could hear her clothes coming on, faster than they’d come off. The hurried sound of limbs fighting roughly through folds. She sat and her shoes lifted off the floor. Carter turned. “Wait,” he said.

Lindsey looked up at him, no longer hurt. She looked angry and determined.

“It just seems like I should get a turn.”

“Oh, is that what this is about?” Lindsey shifted back slightly on the couch. Carter felt instantly vulnerable standing over her calm form. “You want a turn?”