So a couple weeks ago I mentioned that my new novel was going to be science fiction. I don’t want to give too much away, but I do went to share a little with you since it’s coming along so well. We’re looking at a race of Dominant sadistic aliens–most of them are Dominant to varying degrees, all of them are sadists.
Without an outlet for their sadism, without balance, they’ve become a feared race of warriors around the universe. But then they discover a small portion of Earth people are not only submissive but masochists. The uniqueness of people who will not only accept the pain willingly, but can actually enjoy it, is exciting to the Sadecs. They call them Pain Receivers, and they all want one of their very own, but since there aren’t enough to go around there’s going to be a lot of sharing.
From that I think you can get a pretty good idea of the type of story it’s going to be. It’s not a reverse harem, but there will definitely be some aspects of that. It’s not an alien abduction novel, but there’s aspects of that too. I like to come at things from a unique angle.
So, that’s just a little teaser on the plot, but I’m going to share a very steamy scene here in a second (I wouldn’t read it at work…be warned) and so there’s one thing you need to know to completely understand what’s happening. The aliens secrete a hormone from their fingertips, at will, which can stop a human from reaching orgasm. It doesn’t stop the arousal just the completion, which means the Sadecs have found a very creative torture that our little main character isn’t prepared for.
Teaser scene below (Unedited so don’t judge too harshly, but comments are always welcome.)
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I feel like I’m really high maintenance. My bossy people tell me that I’m not, that my needs are reasonable, but it never feels like that to me. Anytime I get in trouble or ask for something, I feel like I’m too much work and I cringe and try to withdraw. I will put off asking for something I know is a need, for months sometimes, rather than lay it out to be discussed because of this fear I have.
Somewhere along the path I got this idea that being submissive meant being useful without having any needs. I mean, I didn’t just stumble over the idea on the ground and carry it home to keep forever because it sparkled.
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A collar is not made of leather. It isn’t made from metal either. It doesn’t have to fit around your neck. It can be anything at all, because a collar is an idea. A concept—a symbol of commitment in a relationship where one person submits their will to another.
Of course, we’re speaking specifically of the kind of collar a submissive wears. There are other kinds of collars and they can be nothing more than a clothing accessory—but with the right context it can be everything.
I’ve had more than a few collars in my life. Some I bought myself to wear because I liked the look and it’s always fun to wear an obviously “BDSM” collar around your neck, especially when you go to a fetish event so everyone knows you’re a submissive. For a while they were in style and you could get them everywhere in velvet, satin, or even leather, and when you walked around in a public place and saw someone wearing one you got to wonder if they were a submissive, or if they just thought it was cute. Maybe they saw yours and wondered too.
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