Femdom Symbols

A friend asked me to read a story she'd written and comment. She apologized if "writers get that a lot," which made me laugh because that marked the first time I'd ever "gotten that." I was immensely flattered my opinion was valued. She also warned me to not expect it to be "as sensual" as my writing, which again flattered me. Then I read this story. It was well written, but I knew it would be because I was familiar with her blog and already knew she wrote well. The characters felt like they had a loving relationship as they played. I was wondering what exactly she might have meant when she said it wasn't like my writing. Then, near the end, the female character (it was a femdom story) peed on her submissive male partner.

I began writing femdom erotica for a few reasons, but one of them was that reading femdom meant running into activities that either didn't turn me on or that I didn't particular like that they turned me on. I "get" enjoying getting peed on as an expression of submission to a partner, it just goes a touch far, for me. In Serving Her, Kimberly tells Alex that peeing on him is on their "list." Their "list" is a mutual one of activities neither of them choose to participate in. It's mostly for Alex, since if Kimberly didn't want to do something, she simply wouldn't, as she tells him. But it's not a judgment against activities anyone else chooses to engage in. Kimberly spanks Alex with all kinds of implements and snaps his cock with rubber bands. Plenty of people would find that "a touch far" as an expression of love between two people. How giant of a hypocrite would I have to be to not recognize that getting peed on is simply another loving expression of dominance and submission between people different from me?

And she didn't mean, I don't think, that I would have an adverse reaction to that scene, but it struck me that she thought I would find less love between them. If two people whose tastes in femdom are close but don't quite sync up, can't come together and recognize that the love is there, how can I expect vanilla people to recognize that Kimberly and Alex share a love as strong as any two people who don't engage in female domination? Only the symbols are different, the love is the same.   

Reaching Readers and Tasting Chocolate Ice Cream

Thinking about reaching readers, I got caught in a loop. I don't know if this is obvious or interesting, but I realized people are averse to the feeling like they're missing something. And none of this is intended as criticism, this is mostly me thinking of me. I'm like a lot of people who say they're always looking for new books to enjoy. I was a reader long before I was a writer and I'm still a reader. I love finding a new book or new author who knocks me off my feet. But in the meantime, I'm not sitting around contemplating the absence of the startling, wonderful feeling of being thrilled by a new book. That would be too painful. Plus I'm too busy for that. I have my personal list of go to authors, whose books I consistently enjoy, enough that I don't want to miss any of them.

Moving away from books, if I've never tasted chocolate ice cream, it doesn't matter how delicious chocolate ice cream might taste to me, I don't feel like I'm missing anything. If someone comes over to my house with a carton of the stuff, I can take a bite and discover how tasty it is. If they pop over empty-handed and just tell me about chocolate ice cream, I might toss it in the memory bank as something to try when I get the chance, but I'm not going to spend the time it takes to get to the nearest grocery store drooling over how much I might enjoy chocolate ice cream that I, at that point, only know my friend finds tasty.

Back to books again. Enjoyment of a book requires more work than somehow getting chocolate ice cream to land on a taste bud. When we consider that people are, on a deeply subconscious level, averse to feeling like they're missing something, it shows the difficulty in reaching them. Then people are resistant even to hearing things like, "You should check out this book!" (You're missing out on the experience of reading this book!) That's how word of mouth eventually works. After hearing enough times, from enough people, how good a book is we finally do feel like we're missing something, that pains us, and so we read that book. That's why just about everyone has read at least one Harry Potter book and a Hunger Games book. (Not saying those books aren't also enjoyable.) That would also explain why while most books are buried in obscurity there is always that occasional book everyone reads. Also the reason movie studios clobber us with advertising for movies. They aren't trying to make sure people see a movie's trailer and decide it's something they might enjoy. They're trying to create, through repetition, a compulsion to see that movie, like a need to scratch an itch. (Not always the case, in either case, a movie trailer can, by content alone, pique the interest of an audience, same with a book synopsis, but I more mean the challenge of reaching a larger audience.)

So I don't know how my theory, if there's anything to it, could be applied to aid us little guys and gals in reaching readers. (I was hoping someone else would come up with that part.) And, again, not intended in any way as a complaint aimed at readers. I'm always amazed and impressed that intrepid readers come upon my books and take the time to read them, with all the literature available, besides being extremely grateful when they do.    

Thank You Readers

I'm thrilled that my latest femdom novel has been accepted for publication by Pink Flamingo. I'll have more details as the release date approaches, but right now I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who has bought and read any of my previous femdom novels released by Pink Flamingo. Sad or not (and I think it's a little bit sad) at some point your track record is probably going to be more of an influence over a publisher than the quality of your next book. When I got the news that the new novel was accepted, I felt an intense bond with all of you.

I think it's unlikely that a femdom novel will be widely popular in my lifetime. Although I still hope: http://courtingherbygregoryallen.blogspot.com/2012/12/could-femdom-book-have-popularity-of-50.html    But I feel, daily, the fulfillment of communicating with readers through the magic of fiction. The new book took me about two and a half years to write, first word to last (During that time I was also still working on finishing Serving Her), and I had an amazing time working on it. The vague idea that someone will, one day, read something you wrote is probably a driving force for all writers, but the more you can crystallize that idea that your writing is communication with other people, the more of an inspiration writing becomes. It would sound too cheesy to say I feel like I wrote this book with all of you, but I'm going to say it anyway. I feel like I wrote this book with all of you.

Alex Prepares to Serve Kimberly's Friends in Courting Her

In honor of Courting Her making a comeback, last quarter, I wanted to post an excerpt. I'm thrilled that after three years, readers still seem to be enjoying this book. I'll be back with more Protégé Mistress excerpts soon. Sorry for the delay in posting. Thank you for reading!

"Let me see how my marks look," Kimberly said.

Alex, dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt, was fluttering about the kitchen, nervously arranging things for the party. She had forbid him to wear underwear, wanting him to worry that her friends would know serving them excited him, even though she knew it wouldn't really be that obvious in black pants. Alex dropped his pants to his knees, turned his back to Kimberly, and lifted his shirt up. The stripes from spelling her name, though three days old, still showed. "Those were some good ones, weren't they? Some of my best, I think." Kimberly pinched one and twisted the sore skin, causing Alex to wince. "Say, I'm wearing Kimberly's best."

"I'm wearing Kimberly's best," Alex said. He was rewarded with her hand, which came around his hip and passed, twice, over his member.

"Please, Kimberly, please don't make me serve today."

"Are you begging with your head higher than mine? You know to beg on your knees."

Alex turned and dropped onto the linoleum. "Please, Mistress. Please don't make me."

Kimberly stepped into him and pulled him against her. Alex buried his face in her shirt and hugged her by the back of her jeans. She pulled him back by his hair until his eyes met hers. "You will serve my friends, and you will make me proud."

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.