I try really hard to be inclusive of everyone and every possible relationship setup when I write these blog posts. So, I don’t make a lot of definitive statements like, “If you do this you are wrong!” Every submissive is unique, every Dominant is unique, so of course each relationship is going to be different. But in my experience if you don’t get mad at your Dominant now and then there is usually a problem because with real submission there needs to be both challenge and growth and neither of those come without frustration. Continue reading “If your Doms don’t make you mad sometimes there might be a problem.”
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.)
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.
After my first series, which was paranormal romance, and my second series which was time travel, I felt a need to go in a new direction for the next book. I haven’t done any science fiction in a while and I decided space was a good place to look for new ideas.
So, I’m currently working on two futuristic space novels that are going in two very different directions and I haven’t been saying much about them until the storyline clarified in my head and I was sure of where I was going. Since one book is now on the third chapter I’m feeling a little more confident about discussing it—at least the basic setup.
Hello everyone! Hope your week is going well. Today’s post is going to be interesting because it’s a punishment.
So, when I started this blog I intended to write from the perspective of what I am, a writer, and discuss things in a theoretical sense, and not as someone who lives these things or experiences them. That lasted for about two posts I think, before I realized that’s not really who I am or how I want to run this blog.
What I really am is a submissive, and I’ve been pretty much open about that my whole life, except when it came to my day job where it wouldn’t have been appropriate or gone over well. Once I stopped having a day job I felt I was finally free to express myself openly, without fear of how people would react, and I dropped the last of my pretenses, or so I thought.