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Bangkok Noir: Lisabet Sarai’s BDSM Thriller Now Out in Audio Format

 

One Night in Bangkok

 

Bangkok, Thailand, has a split personality. It is famed for its glittering temples, vibrant street markets, deliciously fiery cuisine and abundant hospitality. At the same time, its go-go bars and sex shows, transvestite cabarets and ready flesh for hire have given the city a rather sleazy reputation as one of the sin capitals of the world. A seam of darkness runs through Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way through the City of Angels.

 

The reality, of course, is far more complex than either stereotype. I know the city fairly well, having lived there for two years during the nineties and visited often in the years since. My first novel, Raw Silk, celebrates the exotic, sensual side of Bangkok. Kate, the expat heroine, finds herself as dazzled by the opulent glamor of her royally-connected lover as she is by the tender ferocity of her tattooed Master.

 

My new release, an erotic thriller entitled Bangkok Noir, explores the seamier side: sex for sale, official corruption, violent crime. It includes M/f, F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context of sexual arousal).

 

Explore this carnal paradise at your own risk.

 

 

Blurb

 

Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels

 

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She’s the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused.

 

Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor’s star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can’t understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

 

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok’s wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn’t realize until too late that the power she’s used to wielding won’t save her from becoming the serial murderer’s next victim.

 

 

Buy Links (Audio)

 

Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Bangkok-Noir-Audiobook/B071PDZMWQ?qid=1496335661&sr=1-2

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir/dp/B072636CWY/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35280466-bangkok-noir

 

Buy Links (Ebook)

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir-Thriller-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00NIABWK6/

 

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bangkok-noir-lisabet-sarai/1114303601?ean=2940150400511

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/bangkok-noir-4

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28499362-bangkok-noir

 

 

 

Review Quotes

 

I devoured this story. Well written, perfectly paced and just the right amount of suspense and eroticism. When it was over, I wanted more. ~ D.C. McMillen, Amazon.

 

This book was a page turner of the highest order. Dark and broody, I loved every second! I just hope there will be more. ~ Erzabet Bishop, Goodreads.

 

Excerpt:

 

I was the first girl to arrive at the bar that night. I wanted Ajarn to see I’m serious about my job. I dressed in my cat woman costume. Then I sat on a tall stool outside the door with my legs crossed and my riding crop on my lap. I swung my high-heeled boot back and forth, trying to attract attention.

 

“Come inside,” I called out to the men who passed. I made sure they could hear me over the loud music coming from the other bars. “Sexy BDSM show. No cover charge.” Some of the men ate me up with their eyes as they strolled by—just another pretty girl. They didn’t see my crop. They didn’t understand. A few stopped, though, staring and looking nervous. I hooked those guys like fish. “Come inside. I know what you want, mister. You like my whip? I know how to use it.” I pulled back the curtains and they scurried inside like little mice. Lin would enjoy playing with them.

 

I spotted the police coming from half a block away. Then it was my turn to run.

 

“P’ Daeng! Police! Six or seven of them!” Ajarn hadn’t arrived yet. What were we going to do?

 

It was that skinny colonel who came by every few weeks, plus two lieutenants and a couple of regular officers. “I want to speak to the owner,” he told Daeng.

 

“I think she will be here soon. Please, sit down. Can I get you something?”

 

“No, no.” He sounded angry. He and his men settled in booths near the front of the bar. The girls all huddled near the back, whispering and staring. Nu put on a Thai song. Of course no one danced.

 

I could hardly breathe. I checked my phone. It was 17:52. Where was Ajarn?

 

Finally she arrived. She obviously wasn’t surprised to see the police.

 

“Colonel Apichat. Welcome back to The Academy. How can I help you?”

 

The policeman rose from his seat and drew an official-looking paper from his pocket. “Madame. You are the owner of this bar?” He spoke in English.

 

“Of course I am, Colonel. You know that.”

 

He passed her the paper. I crept closer so I could see better what was going on. “It is my duty to inform you that this bar is closed.”

 

Now Ajarn looked shocked. “Closed? But why?” She scanned the document. I guess she was searching for a signature. Ajarn can read Thai, but only a little.

 

“By order of the Metropolitan Police, the bar known as The Academy is ordered to be closed for offering lewd and obscene entertainment that offends public morality.”

 

Ajarn laughed. She was taller than the policeman. “Oh, please! You can’t be serious. Every bar in Patpong offers entertainment at least as lewd as mine. Are you going to close them all?”

 

 

About Lisabet

 

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

 

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter. Sign up for her VIP email list and get first notice of all her releases and contests: https://signup.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IS Zak Jane Keir Keeping it Real?

SFWL COVERWhen it comes to being asked That Question, the one that gets asked of erotica writers far more than writers in any other genre, the ‘Have you really done all that stuff you write about?’ question, my answers have included ‘Maybe…’ ‘Well, what do you think?’ and ‘Look, pal, if I’d done all of that I’d probably be dead by now.’

 

Most erotica writers have had sex. Most erotica writers really like sex, and either spend a lot of time having it or thinking about ways in which they would like to have it, and who they would like to have it with. (People who really don’t like sex do not make good erotica writers, especially when they are people who think erotica is both crap and a shortcut to easy money.) Sometimes, we use the sex we’ve had, or the sex we might have, or the sex we want to have with certain individuals as yet impervious to our charms, as the basis for our stories, which is absolutely fine as long as we change the names and physical attributes enough to keep ourselves safe from outrage, hurt feelings or lawsuits. Not only is it ethical to remove identifying details if your starting point is someone you know – or would like to know better – but doing so takes your work where it needs to go: further into the wonderful, fertile, unlimited territory of the author’s imagination.

 

Some of the stories in my new anthology are just a little tiny bit based on things I got up to and things I might like to get up to. Because I run reading slams, that can sometimes make things even more interesting, should there be someone in the audience who recognises himself or herself in what’s being read out. Advice given to anyone new to public speaking often includes a suggestion of picking one member of the audience to look at and telling yourself that you are addressing that one person. I would have to say that if what you are reading is some erotica you have written and it has some particular relevance to a member of the audience then the last thing you want to do is catch that person’s eye when you get to the good bits. You will either go purple in the face with embarrassment or be consumed with such lust that you drop your clipboard and have to press your thighs together tightly. Other listeners may be intrigued and thrilled by the almost palpable erotic tension in the room, or they may just think you are a dipstick who hasn’t prepared your material very well – or that you are drunk. Depending on how much your actual relationship with the person in question varies from the one you have been writing about may also affect how well your performance goes, er, down: if s/he is someone you are seeing/married to/about to consummate a flirtation with then there is a good chance of thrills all round. However, if you have an unrequited crush and the object of your affections turns green and flees the premises, then you will just have to console yourself with the fact that your mortification has made the evening memorable for everyone else.

 

You may be wondering if this is the sort of thing that actually happens at DSW slam nights. My possible answers to that might include ’Maybe’ ‘What do you think?’ and ‘Why don’t you come and find out for yourself?’

 

EXTRACT: The Tops, from Sticky Fingers And Warm Leatherette

 

She sauntered through the crowd, head high, face composed. Her long, light-brown hair was caught up in a high ponytail on the crown of her head; her scarlet latex catsuit gleamed under the lights and her patent leather boots shone just as brightly. She carried a scarlet suede flogger with twelve tails, fastened to her wrist with a loop of plaited black leather, and her make up was still entirely flawless. Pausing for a moment at the far end of the bar, she contemplated getting another vodka, but decided against it. For the moment, she wanted to keep her head clear. Besides, soon enough some slave or other would probably want to endear himself to her with the offer of a drink.

 

In the alcove by the staircase, she saw a beautiful Japanese girl who hadn’t been around for months but was clearly delighted to be here tonight. She was leaning back in her chair, eyes shut and lips slightly parted, her fingers splayed on the table top. Passing a little closer by, Lynsey was able to tell that there was someone kneeling between the other woman’s legs, but couldn’t be sure if it was male or female. Not that it mattered, naturally. She smiled and walked on, silently wishing the pair of them well. House of Sinners was one of the more permissive clubs, and it was definitely one of those nights when people were inclined to go for it. Interesting, really, how the mood of a whole club could vary from month to month: even in the more behave-yourself venues such as the city centre wine bar that hosted Leather&Chain: from time to time there would be a night when there was something in the air and people would keep disappearing off to the loos, all giggly and conspiratorial and coming back with naughty, sated looks on their faces. Lynsey had had her own share of that sort of thing, though she tended to prefer waiting till the end of the night and taking her captive home in a taxi before getting really intimate.

 

She spotted another couple in a corner on the top floor, near the dungeon: this time it was a man sitting back with a blissful expression, and no table to conceal anyone’s view of the girl on her knees in front of him. She was naked, apart from a neat and unadorned set of black leather cuffs, and a matching collar round her slender neck. As Lynsey drew near, the girl raised her head slightly so that she held only the tip of her lover’s impressive tool between her gloss-smeared lips, her tongue presumably working on the little slit in his cock-head, probing and teasing and tantalising in the hope of triggering the mouthfuls of hot spunk she appeared to crave. Her eyes were half-open, but there was a moment where her gaze and Lynsey’s met, and Lynsey had a dizzying flash of imagining herself in that position, naked, on her knees, gobbling a huge cock, maybe fingering herself as she sucked and licked and all-but devoured… She shook her head and moved quickly on.

 

 

About Zak:

Zak Jane Keir is a veteran writer of erotic fiction and occasional ranty blog posts. She also runs Dirty Sexy Words erotica slams in London.

 

 

Find her books here:

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Out Now – Testing Tom by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #bdsm #femdom

Testing TomBlurb:

When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.

This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.

Amazon: http://mybook.to/testingtom

Other buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27323611-testing-tom

*****

Excerpt:

Katrina was halfway through an episode of her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She jumped, gasping as her heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the remote control. Wincing slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom—she’d been watching the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and she was stiff—she moved to the window and peered out through a gap in the curtains, careful not to let the mystery visitor see her, should she need to ignore them. Cold callers were common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she wanted to buy something, she’d contact them, not the other way around.

As it happened, it wasn’t a salesperson. She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into fists.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

He was literally the last person she’d expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George Clooney would have been less of a shock.

For there, outside her house, stood the man that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue, he’d turned up.

Katrina contemplated ignoring him, going back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But apparently that wasn’t an option.

“I know you’re there, Katrina,” he yelled through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can see the glow of the telly through the curtains.”

Katrina decided it was time to get thicker curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey neighbors would no doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and flung it open.

“Get in,” she said, quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. “What the hell do you want?”

He held his hands up in supplication, then spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you. Please?”

He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.

“You’ve got five minutes. Sit down.”

They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.

“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”

“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.

“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.”

He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”

“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”

When she gave a curt nod, he carried on speaking.

“Alicia could make me come in all the usual ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t as good. It wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had together, both in and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could, forced myself to make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I needed. And that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with you.”

As a Domme, Katrina had become an expert in hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry, happy, sad… it was all stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though, she almost faltered. When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until the door had slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with him, and his decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love for him hadn’t faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now, apparently trying to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something at him.

She didn’t do any of those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never satisfy him.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Yes Ma’am! Cover Story!

Many thanks to KD for letting me gate crash her site once again!!

Back in 2012, I wrote a collection of six female domination and male submissive stories called Yes Ma’am. To this day, it remains one of my most popular anthologies, but I have to confess, I haven’t publicised it very much, because I really really didn’t like the cover!!

In fact I disliked it so much, I can’t even bring myself to post a picture of it to show you! It featured a particularly unattractive half naked man, with dubious hair- enough said!

Unusually perhaps for an erotica writer, I have never been a fan of half naked people on book covers. They do nothing for me at all- not that I have a problem with half naked people-far from it! It’s the lack of imagination required that always bothered me. Where’s the mystery? Where’s the temptation to find out what lays within a books pages if it is all so blatant on the cover?

This is why I am so delighted with Yes Ma’am’s brand new look! It gives just the right amount of teasing temptation…especially for a book which contains six very different Fem Dom stories…

Check it out!!

Yes Ma'am 2015

A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

Lying in Wait – Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…

Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself…

Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed,  it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’

Don’t You Emma” – In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…

Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt…

Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her.  He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this….


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Many thanks for letting me drop by today!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

sized- 711x430About Kay:

Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.

Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

 

Find and Follow Kay Here:

www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk

 

 

CJ Payne Tells Us How Lynton Gets Stung!

Firstly, many thanks to K D Grace for allowing me to write this blog. I am quite new to all this so bear with me. My first Fem Dom book, published by Xcite, was called Kiss and concerned a transvestite, called Alex, who forms an unlikely relationship with ambitious lawyer, Kara Richardson. The second, which has just been published by Xcite, is called Sting and is about a 30-something male, called Lynton Field, who takes one step up the career ladder – neatly followed by two back down it! He requests a reference from his ex-manager, Julianne, and gets more than he bargained for! Eventually, he becomes lured into the world of dominant women as Julianne sets about training his girlfriend, Chloe, in the dark art of Fem Dom…. I’ll let Lynton take up the story…

Chapter Four

So that’s how, on a cold February morning, I found myself tied over a wooden vaulting horse while Julianne stood in front of me with a flipchart. I was tethered in such a way that my head dangled over the horse and I could see the chart through my spread-eagled legs – I felt a little like a bat. Chloe sat on a chair to my right side and Lydia on the left. Julianne stood at the front of the room. She had marked the flipchart POSITIVE and NEGATIVE and had drawn a line down the middle with a black marker pen.

‘Right, Chloe, what faults has Lynton got? Give me a couple to start with,’ Julianne said, every inch the businesswoman doing a brainstorming session at some conference or other. She really was matter-of-fact about it.

Chloe crossed her legs and placed a hand under her thigh; she rocked back and forth and I could tell she CJ Payne postfelt ill at ease. Even though I was uncomfortable I was getting a hard-on just by looking at her black patent high-heeled boots – my upside-down position gave me an excellent view. She tapped her right toe seductively as if operating a treadle.

‘He’s not really got any,’ Chloe said. ‘Not that I can think of anyway.’

I smiled. My little angel was so loyal.

‘OK,’ Julianne said with the air of a schoolmistress who had been given the wrong answer and felt a tad irked by it. ‘What qualities does he have?’

‘He’s generous.’

Julianne wrote that on the flipchart. ‘OK, anything else?’

‘Good sense of humour.’

Julianne wrote “GSOH” on the chart.

‘Anything else?’

‘He’s quite placid and easy-going.’

Julianne wrote away in a neat, black screed. ‘Right back to the negatives.’

Chloe paused. ‘I suppose the biggest one is he’s commitment phobic. I’d like to settle down and get married – start a family, that sort of thing – but I just don’t feel the relationship’s going anywhere. Lynton is happy to jog along betting and doing his own thing. We don’t even live together …’

‘Excuse me – that’s because you want to help your mother with your brothers!’ I called out.

‘I don’t – you’ve never even asked me!’ Chloe countered.

‘That’s enough, Lynton – this is about Chloe, not you, so be quiet, please,’ Julianne ordered me. ‘I’ve got a bare backside looking at me and either Lydia or I will smack you if you interrupt again.’

‘Yes, shut up, Lynton,’ Chloe said. The fact I was so demonstratively impotent obviously empowered her.

Julianne turned back to the board. ‘All right, how shall I write that up? I know – “a selfish commitment-phobe who likes doing his own thing”.

‘Hey, hang on there,’ I said. ‘You’ve never said any of this before, Chloe.’

‘I didn’t like to, but it’s what I feel inside,’ Chloe argued.

Suddenly I felt a sharp smack on my buttock – not from Julianne but from Lydia who had stood up and struck me with a pitted paddle with great force. It was as though she was swatting a fly and the sound of the slap resounded around the room. Afterwards, all was quiet. My backside tingled hotly and I clenched and unclenched my buttocks.

Julianne carried on regardless. ‘Any more?’

‘He moans about me spending money on clothes and sometimes refuses to buy me stuff,’ Chloe said.

‘When? When?’ I protested.

‘Sometimes you pull a face and make a right fat fuss because I ask you to buy me stuff.’

‘I don’t,’ I said.

Again Lydia gave me a sharp smack on my left buttock with the pitted paddle which was shaped like a table tennis bat – in fact, naively, that was what I had thought it was when I first came into the room. My buttocks trembled and I felt a tingling sensation run through my body. My exposed cheeks stung – I started to feel aroused.

‘Shut up, Lynton,’ Julianne said. ‘I’m talking to Chloe. This is her workshop, not yours. Lydia, get me my duct tape. I’m going to have to place some tape over his mouth if he carries on.’

I fell silent. I was beaten.

‘He treats me like a princess, then punishes me,’ Chloe said.

Julianne scribbled away.

And so it went on. Chloe came out with a great long list of grievances, most of which I’d never heard before. While Julianne listed my bad points, Lydia returned with the thick, black duct tape and a strip was fastened to my mouth. I had to just hang over the horse and watch the list of negatives grow. OK, one or two more positives were added, but in the main it was a long line of black marks which made me sound like the worst boyfriend in the world. When she had finished, Julianne placed the top back on her marker pen, stood back from the flipchart, and started to read aloud each negative in turn.

‘He doesn’t sound great, does he, Chloe?’ Julianne said. ‘When you do a plus and minus balance sheet against most men they tend to err on the negative side but Lynton has a lot of faults. Don’t you think you could do better for yourself?’

Chloe shrugged. ‘I suppose I could.’

‘Well, we’re going to start off with training Lynton and if there is still no improvement you will have to trade him in. So, to start with, what punishment do you think is appropriate, Chloe?’

‘You serious?’

‘Absolutely – you’ve listed 21 things wrong with Lynton and just six positive points, which gives us a negative balance of 15. Now, that can be 15 strokes of the cane, 15 smacks with the paddle, or another punishment – it’s your call.’

Chloe bit her lip. I could tell she was tempted. She dragged a hand through her long, black hair. I could tell she wanted to ask my permission but knew it wasn’t what was expected. Finally, she said, ‘I’m not sure. Poor Lynton, tied up helpless like that. I know he deserves it but it’s all new to me. Couldn’t you show me what to do?’

Julianne looked at Lydia who had gone to stand in the dark shadow of the doorframe after she’d placed the tape over my mouth; her hands were clasped in front of her.

‘What do you think, Lydia?’ Julianne asked.

Lydia stepped forward. She wore a long, black skirt and lace-up boots that resembled the footwear ladies wore in Victorian times.

‘I think that’s a very sensible approach. After all, you have so much experience as a disciplinarian, Julianne, it is only right that you should show Chloe what you need to do prior to her taking ownership of Lynton.’

‘I agree,’ Julianne said. ‘Untie him and we’ll take him downstairs to the punishment chamber.’

Lydia walked over to me and untied my hands and removed the duct tape from my mouth. I slid off the horse and stood up. I was desperate to hide my cock which was on full display to the three women.

‘This is a game, right?’ I said, fear spearing every cell of my body.

Julianne gave that thin-lipped smile of hers. Then she barked, ‘It’s not a game; of course it isn’t! It’s punishment time, Lynton. Poor, down-trodden Chloe has listed 21 negative points about you and only six positives; that’s not very good, is it? How can you base a relationship on that level of abject selfishness and immaturity?’

My head dropped. ‘I … I …. don’t know.’

‘I do. You need to change. And quickly. You need to stop acting in a selfish, ignorant, childish manner and treat Chloe with the respect she deserves. You need to understand that she is a goddess and you must worship her and see to her every whim. Understand?’

‘Yes,’ I said meekly. ‘I’m sorry, I never realised I was such a bad boyfriend.’

‘Well, we’ll see how sorry you really are when we punish you,’ Julianne said.

While she had been speaking, Lydia had moved stealthily behind me and in a few minutes she had CJ Payne 2bound my wrists behind my back. I felt like a prisoner but, once again, that damned prick of mine started to come up. It was so frustrating because I could not push it down.

Chloe looked at it and said, ‘You enjoy this, don’t you, Lynton? You like women to be in control.’

‘I … I … I …,’ I stuttered. ‘It’s not so much that, Chloe; it’s just that I get turned on when I’m near you.’

Chloe laughed, light and frolicking. ‘Yeah right, and I’m a monkey’s arse.’

Suddenly Julianne was in front of me. Her hand reached down and she grabbed my cock and balls. Tightly. Her nails dug into my scrotum.

She hissed. ‘I think we know you get turned on by women exerting power over you, Lynton, don’t we? Now, no more lies to Chloe.’

I felt my face go red. Another woman had hold of my cock and Chloe didn’t seem at all concerned. In the normal course of events she would have gone ballistic. Julianne moved her hand and squeezed my cock. It felt like the blood was trying to burst from the top.

‘Repeat after me, “I promise not to lie to Chloe again,”’ Julianne said.

‘I promise not to lie to Chloe again,’ I said.

Louder!’

‘I promise not to lie to Chloe again.’

‘Once more … but this time even louder,’ Julianne demanded.

Somehow I found myself repeating the words as if they were some sort of Boy Scouts vow.

Julianne released my purple pecker. ‘Right, let’s go.’

****

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Happy Reading!

Abou CJ Payne:

CJ Payne has written on and off for a number of years and had quite a few articles and a few short stories published. He has laboured under various nom-de-plume’s and, also under the name “C J Payne”, you will find a collection of ten BDSM e-short stories published by Chimera, nine of which are Male Dom. He’s currently working on a second set of “tales” for Chimera, which will be imaginatively entitled, “The Caneterbury Tales 2”. In between times he works full time (though he would rather write for a living!!!) He’s currently working on a third novel for Xcite, which is provisionally called Swish.

 

 
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