"Bound for Bebop City" Is Now on Sale on Amazon and Smashwords

  

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Here's the short blurb:

Sweet, virginal Mincy lives in alternate timeline in the 1950s where everyone’s into sexual bondage and a drug called nersha renders teens uninterested in sex. But when they're taken off nersha after their 18th birthdays, the teens turn into frenzied sex maniacs, filled with animal need. How will Mincy cope with the mad passion driving her to submit sexually to a Master? Who will that Master be?

The 1950s was a profoundly weird period in American history. Supposedly it is the era that is nearest and dearest to the hearts of American cultural conservatives. It predated women’s liberation, the civil rights movement and the hippie movement, all of which they still despise.

Women were still mostly homemakers – even though many of them had had the experience of working in industrial and corporate jobs during World War II when so many American men were busy being machine gun fodder. And black people were out of sight and out of mind.

The role of women was so constrained that there’s a subniche of BDSM called “1950s domestic discipline” that exists, though I don’t think it’s huge. (I don’t think it’s huge because when I checked keywords on Amazon for “retro domestic discipline” I only got eight hits. When I searched for “1950s domestic discipline” I only got 34 hits: better but not exactly a landslide. However, the keywords “domestic discipline” (which I think is just code for spanking) got over 10,000 hits on Amazon. But I think that covers spankings from all time periods, within the context of a husband/wife relationship.

In any event, here’s a scholarly paper on 1950s domestic discipline which covers the topic well.

A lot was going on under the hood of the 1950s that would lead to all the things conservatives hate. This was most especially true in the areas of music and dance. While the older adults in the 1950s were still hung up on standards and leftover big band music the young kids were getting with the “race music” the early rocknroll songs that would soon rule the popular music scene. (It was called “race music” by some because it was a genre created mostly by black musicians. First jazz, now rocknroll… it drove the racists nuts.)

That’s part of the point of the dance hall scene at Pop’s Sodium Shoppe, to show rocknroll creeping in as the Bloomed (those who have gone off nersha and had their sexuality restored) dirty danced to the early rocknroll while the unbloomed shuffle danced to modern electro rock.

I chose modern shuffle dancing because I find it a joyful and expressive dance but not particularly sexual – an asexual sort of dance, still full of emotion and pleasure, though. Here’s a video of a great shuffle dance to “Lost in the Rhythm,” an electro-swing hit. (If you just search for “shuffle dance” you’ll find a lot of dances that incorporate sexy moves like twerking into the dance. They’re dances but not really shuffle dances.)

As for the Bloomed dancing, I was thinking of something like this scene from Dirty Dancing only with more acrobatics, lots of nudity and some actual fucking.

Much of my portrayal of the aesthetics of the 50s is informed various books on the topic, but you can easily get a feel for the imagery of the era by doing an image search for “Fifties Aesthetic.”

My initial idea for the story was to put a new spin on first time stories by having puberty delayed until age 18 but then have it hit like a runaway freight train, and how does a society cope with that? Everything else spun off from that central idea. I hope you enjoy it… I enjoyed writing it, though it was tough.

"Butterfly: A Day In The Park" Now Available for Labor Day!

 

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So here ya go friends, another light-hearted kinky erotic romance. But one appropriate for Labor Day. In this story I tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a society where no one is insecure about having food, shelter and clothing and no one is required to work, and the work that is available is four six hour days out of an eight day week: in short, a four day work week and a four day weekend. (We could do this right now if we wanted to.) They have plenty of time for love.

Also in that world, BDSM is considered the normal way to have sex. It is, in short, a fun world. The story is about two people who go to the park, dance, have lunch and go to a sex dungeon and have all sort of sexy dungeon fun. That is literally all there is to the novella, though they have a LOT of sexy dungeon fun.

We don't live in a society like that, but Labor Day IS a three day vacation, so here's hoping you all have a wonderful time this Labor Day. 

"Louisiana Slay Ride" Now on Amazon and Smashwords

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“I know oligarchs can get away with almost anything, but setting off nukes under oil wells has to be the one thing not even an oligarch could get away with.”

Those were Honey Trapps’ words when she first heard abut Jacques Ledoux. Ledoux was Louisiana third generation oil wealth, a man who believed in himself but who probably should not have. He had already squandered a great deal of money on various unsuccessful schemes, so much that he was now only immensely wealthy instead of insanely wealthy. And Ledoux’s latest scheme looked like a desperate attempt to recoup his losses.

There were also rumors in the wealthy BDSM circles that Honey Trapp traveled in that some subs who scened with Ledoux never scened with anybody again. When the Initiative asks her to join Ledoux’s harem and get the goods on his nuke scheme in the most sexually submissive way possible, Honey doesn’t want to go. She has a rule about not subbing for even the most alpha male doms if they have bad reports from other subs, and subs who vanish is about as bad as the reports can get.

But Ledoux is rich and connected and hides his secrets well, if the rumors are even true. Only Honey’s unique skills at working her way into a dom’s heart via organs located elsewhere on his anatomy can worm the secrets out of him.

It’s Honey’s most dangerous assignment yet, filled with intrigue, danger and much sexually submissive hanky-panky in Ledoux’s harem. Sex, adventure and intrigue abound as Honey risks her person and her fortune to stop an oligarch from precipitating a nuclear disaster.

This novel is just over 43,000 words in length and is part of the Honey Trapp series.

And here's the Amazon cover:

"The Also-Ran" Now On Smashwords

 

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“The Also-Ran” Is Now On Smashwords!

Here’s the pic that inspired the story. NSFW due to female nudity.

Can’t you almost see her sash and tiara as she poses in her cage?  When I saw this image I thought “Beauty pageant contestant in a cage … what can I do with that?” I thought what I’d do was write a short story or a novella. Instead I wrote a novel. Happens sometimes.

Basically this is a very familiar story from erotica: a billionaire falls for a beautiful woman and kidnaps her and rapes her and makes her his sex slave, then they fall in love and live happily ever after. Honestly, even in romance days before erotica they had “bodice rippers” that were basically about powerful men raping helpless women and then the two of them fall in love. It’s a very common theme in romances.

Generally the darker aspects of these stories are glossed over. There’s very little consideration given to the possibility that the woman will be killed. But my heroine has seen enough Lifetime movies to know that a possible outcome to being kidnapped, raped and held captive for more rape, is being found dead in a ditch or a pond later. In order to deal with her captor, she has to figure out what’s going on with him psychologically. Is he a whacko who might kill her at any moment or a normal man who can be reasoned with? 

At the same time, she has to deal with her own feelings, as she discovers she’s a natural submissive who likes being bound and fucked. She also kind of likes being raped. This is all new stuff to her, but being psychologically and socially grounded, Stephanie’s able to deal with that fairly easily.

I also give James’ psychology some attention. Billionaires have become a cliché in romances. To make James fresh I didn’t go with the tragic, brooding typecasting that’s normal for billionaire main characters in a romance. Instead, I made James brilliant and highly intelligent about math and money and sex, and almost completely clueless in other ways. I also got a chance to work a little socialist propaganda into the story, showing how being a financial speculator, working with amoral people and companies in an amoral capitalist system that sees all laws, rules, regulations and morals as just barriers to be worked around, worked through or simply broken in the quest to make more money, eventually corrupts the mind and soul of a financier.

And of course the whole point of this for many readers is going to be the rape and sexual bondage scenes, and I went full-bore on those, too. Setting up the conflict as strongly as I did, I was able to write some really strong rape scenes, with powerful emotions and some imaginative sex toys. James with his sexual expertise and mildly obsessive approach to sexual bondage, has all the toys and all the techniques, and Stephanie is brand new to them (though she’s not new to sex). I had the opportunity to write some powerful sex scenes, and I did. What’s more they fit right in with the psychological elements of my story. 

I think the whole novel came together very well, with the psychological, social and sexual themes intertwining nicely.  I hope you think so, too. That said, here’s da blurb:

When Stephanie Ann Steckler didn’t win anything at the Miss Grits Beauty Pageant, she broke down crying. This was of course very wrong. In beauty pageants, only the winners cry. Losers are expected to smile.

Texas billionaire James Pugh liked to have football games, cycling events and beauty pageants on in the background while he did the intense financial speculation that made him his billions. And when he saw Stephanie crying in the background as the winners were crowned, she stole his heart.

James, an oligarch and an alpha male, was accustomed to taking what he liked when he wanted it. When Stephanie stole his heart, he abducted Stephanie’s entire body and introduced her to the world of bondage and forced sex slavery. Her reaction surprised her. And James’ reaction to getting to know Stephanie surprised him. Then Stephanie surprised him in other ways, and James surprised her in other ways. Nothing went the way either of them thought it would or feared it might.

James thought he was a Master of the Universe, but in Stephanie, he might just have found his match. Stephanie, who thought she was average and normal, discovered she was neither of these things. Will their relationship survive its very rocky beginnings and sail into the sunset?

You’ll have to read the story to find out.

This 45,000 word novel is a contemporary erotic romance featuring an alpha male hero, a submissive heroine and a happily ever after.

Mia The Contortionist Is Now On Smashwords

 

You can get the novella at Smashwords for just $1.99.

This is one of my sexual SF specials, where I go all in on what sort of advances medical tech can make for sexy young women. There's the usual anal and oral clits and the gag reflex nullifier, but there's a LOT more here, sexual feedback loops and other augmentations of the nervous system, and augmentations of the body, that all make sex ever so much more pleasurable and safe. (Yes, safe!)

It's all part of a raunchy, fun BDSM sex story. Here's da blurb:

Come explore the science fiction of sex in a world that's an unending sex party for everyone if they want it to be – and they do.

Mia has the best sex toys ever! She has nanotech augments in her mouth, butt and brain that let her experience sexual sensations that an unaugmented human never could. She also has nanotech augments that make her a contortionist, bendier than any unaugmented human being could ever be. And she has augments that let her share sexual pleasure sensations with her partners.

Mia is having boyfriend issues, though, because she's a natural-born slut. She wants lots of sex with lots of boys, and hence has trouble doling out her favors to keep boys interested. She's a very giving woman. But there's a solution for her: the slut tavern, where you can make love to lots and lots of boys (and girls) and make lots and lots of creds to augment your Basic Income.

And bendy women like Mia are oh, so welcome at slut taverns. Because Mia liked to bend her will to others' needs just as much as she liked bending her body. Taver sluts like Mia get to play the role of kinky sex slaves to the customers who come in AND they get paid for it! Their every sexually submissive desire comes true, as the Masters and Mistresses who come in dominate them and put them through their paces, to everyone's delight.

It's a dream of unbridled sexual pleasure for a slut like Mia, and it's about time some bold science fiction writer wrote a raunchy exploration of that dream, instead of focusing on ugly aliens that want Earth women for immoral porpoises. (Author pauses to gaze nobly into the distance as an unseen wind ruffles his curly locks.)

Dig in and enjoy the ride!

This science fiction erotica novella is a little over 22,000 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

Collar Climax

Subspace is an interesting phenomenon. I don't think there's anything like it in vanilla relationships. I've read descriptions of it, and listened to them on Youtube as well, and the nearest analog that occurs to me is that they are like the high you can get from meditating, entering a psychological space that is very unlike normal consciousness, overwhelming, and conveys great calm and relaxation, despite the sort of things that are often done to subs in subspace.

Being a science fiction writer and all, I thought, “What if I turned this baby up to 11 and added other stuff besides?” And thus, the concept of Collar Climax was born. The idea is that when a woman in Collar World is collared and has absolutely mind-blowing sex, she sooner or later will enter Collar Climax while she is having said mind-blowing sex. Collar Climax is a variant of subspace in which the sub experiences a great sense of joy and peace and stillness in their mind, as well as a sense of total acceptance. They have accepted their collar, their owner, and their place in the world, and found great joy in all three. The experience does not go away ... ever, necessarily. That joy and stillness remains within them and makes them calmer, saner people.

Most women on Collar World experience a Collar Climax, which has had the effect of raising the collective IQ of Collar World, because although Collar Climax does not directly affect intelligence, by making the women who experience it saner, hence giving them greater access to whatever intelligence they have, it amplifies the effect of intelligence, which may be more useful for them and the society they live in than a simple intelligence boost. Let's face it, in our world there are an awful lot of very intelligent people who are so crippled by depression and other mental illnesses that they can't really use their intelligence.

Collar Climax subs are more effective human beings, and in the early days when they were slaves in fact, it made them greatly sought after as advisors, and gave Collar World a leg up technologically and most especially socially. Society became more egalitarian, warfare ended, and other good things happened over time.

Of course, Collar Climax is a totally made up thing, except of course that mental health really is a good thing and more of it would undoubtedly make for a better world, made up or otherwise. Especially among the leadership, who so often seem to be psychopaths here on Incel World.

The Temple of the Collar

People who have done kinky RP on Second Life will recognize the term “Temple of the Collar.” Second Life is a virtual reality game, virtually all of whose objects and programming and  A group of Second Life builders got together and created collars and other bondage toys that share common Open Source scripts that allows people to cheaply and easily share their skills and toys for kinky RP, chief among which would be collars. Designers created all kinds of designs for collars, scripters created all kinds of scripts for collars and as a result they were able to offer them cheaply, and in some cases for free, to Second Life Rpers, making kinky RP a lot more user-friendly if you know what I mean, wink-wink nudge-nudge.

I didn't need the objects and scripts for Collar World, but I did borrow the name and the sense of generosity and inclusion for the Temple of the Collar. On Collar World, the Temple of the Collar serves as a social safety valve for those whose collars do not rest comfortably on their necks.

Some people will be misfits and will have a hard time in a relationship and feel the need to run away or “break a collar” which is the term for ending a personal collar relationship. At the Temple of the Collar, slaves without collars can get food, a place to sleep, safety and counseling, even a new collar of they want one. The Temple of the Collar collar allows a slave to recover until they want a new collar. Some slaves even take on a Temple collar permanently, finding it very comfortable.

The Temple shows up prominently in two of my stories, Collar Dread about a slavegirl who is fearful of the psychological changes created by collaring, and “The Visitor From Incel World” about a woman from Earth transported to Collar World by a physics experiment gone awry (which is still in editing).

Oh, did I mention the psychological aspects of collaring? Well, I did go into a lot of science fiction thinking there, too. Yet another blog post coming on that one.

Story Ideas Are Everywhere

Here's another great story idea from a photo. -- NSFW

As she sat on the park bench with her lover, she fantasized about being his slavegirl for real, in public, and the force of her fantasies were so strong that for a moment they bridged the temporal gap between her world and Collar World, and for a few minutes a naked slavegirl knelt beside her bench, and another naked slavegirl shopped for her Master in a shop that faded into nothingness as it approached the street.”

Story ideas are easy. Figuring out which ones are worth writing up is hard. And nascent ideas like this, they sometimes are converted into scenes in longer works. This is one of the chief pleasures of writing, of looking at the world as a source of inspiration rather than just a series of occurrences.

And you know what ELSE is everywhere? 

Getting Inspired The Fun Way

I never know where the inspiration for an erotic short will come from. But often, it's an evocative photo that pushes it well beyond just an image of a specific person, place or event.  It's a photo that somehow implies relationships between the people pictured, or a world beyond the scene pictured.

Many porn images and in particular kinky porn images do that to some extent or another, evoking another, sexier world than most of us live in. Here are a couple of examples. (Note: the images I am linking to are NSFW images that contain naked women. Do not click on them if such images offend you. I would say they are on the arty end of the scale rather than the porny end -- no sex acts are portrayed -- but whether or not you click on them is your choice.):

Inspiration 1 -- Warning NSFW

“She crouched on the bed, legs spread wide, naked, alert to the least signal from the one who held her leash. How odd that her gender studies degree from Bryn Mawr had led her exactly, precisely, to this moment, this situation. She was furious and ashamed that she was in this situation, but she couldn't stop it, couldn't say the safeword that would end it.”

It's mostly the expression on the woman's face that does it here. She has a wry, rueful expression, as if she is thinkng about how she got in that situation. So my mind easily generates a story about how it happened. Might be a good story idea, might not, but definitely worth considering.

Inspiration 2 -- Warning NSFW

This is a photo that has a great story in it. I don't know where it came from or who took it, but it's wonderful work. It shows two women, one standing, one kneeling. The standing woman is wearing a dress that goes down to her ankles. She's standing next to a trellis of some sort, hanging onto it with one hand as if for balance. One leg is slightly extended and she's wearing ballet slippers. Her foot is raised and resting on the tip of her toes, in the position ballet dancers call "en pointe." She's looking off to her left, outside the frame of the image. Her hair is swept up, her expression is calculating and thoughtful, perhaps a bit of lust or avarice in there, too -- some kind of desire, in any event. And definitely some apprehension, too.

Behind her some tree limbs partially obscure some lighted orange globes, along with some geometrical webbing of some sort. In front of one of the globes four butterflies are suspended in the air, wings fully extended, looking kind of artificial.

It's all very proper, the sort of thing that could hang in a ballet school hallway without raising an eyebrow -- except for the other woman, of course. She is stark naked except for a large string of beads around her neck. She kneels to the standing woman's right, and she's looking off to the left as well, probably at the same thing the standing woman is looking at. Her expression is a welcoming smile. And she's holding her hands behind her back as if bound, which in conjunction with the kneeling emphasizes her large breasts even more.

Furthermore, she has nice curvy hips and a nice round butt which is emphasized by the way her butt sticks out as she kneels, undoubtedly more than it needs to.

What are these two looking at? We don't know, but we can guess, and what we'd guess is, a man. A man they both find intriguing and attractive. And their bodies both express their attraction in different ways. The standing woman is calculating, apprehensive, yet that en pointe foot suggests she's ready to pivot to her left at any moment. Or to the right.

The kneeling woman is much more open in her response, the welcoming smile and outthrust butt say it all. She wants a piece of whatever or whoever she's looking at to the left, and she wants that piece inside her body.

Also of considerable interest is the relationship between the two women. Their physical closeness implies personal closeness as well. Mistress and slavegirl might be a good guess. Friends whose lives have diverged greatly, but who remain friends is another one. Also, they might both be one and the same woman, the kneeling woman a visual expression of her libido as she looks at the man, the standing woman an expression of her conscious mind with its calculation.

There are other interesting questions, too. Like, the background suggests a party of some sort. But at what sort of party do you bring a naked slavegirl? (Answer: a FUN party!) Or maybe it's a theatrical production and they're onstage. What sort of production? Well, one that involves nudity, that's for sure. Rules a lot of stuff right out, though as I recall the BBC did some nekkid Shakespeare.

There's also something a little racial going on. The kneeling woman has broad cheeks and a snub nose, she doesn't look all that Caucasian. The standing woman looks very Caucasian. Is this supposed to be the American South slavery, stylized? Or is it Slavery involving the Middle East or Asia? It's hard to say, once again, there's nothing that really spells it out for me.

I found this piece of artwork on the virtual wall of a virtual tavern in Second Life Gor, years ago. I have no idea where it originates. I did some research but it came up blank. There is a name underneath the image, ANGELa Blank, and there is a German photographer named Angela Blank, but I can't link the two.

There may be a prosaic answer to these questions, I don't know. But I do know that answering the questions leads to some interesting story ideas. What do you think? I'm not sure which story I want to write, if any. Could I write a story worthy of this image? I'm not sure.

Might be fun to try, though.

(I found this piece of artwork on the virtual wall of a virtual tavern in Second Life Gor, years ago. I have no idea where it originates. I did some research but it came up blank. There is a name underneath the image, ANGELa Blank, and there is a German photographer named Angela Blank, but I can't link the two. Doesn't matter – the mystery only makes the image more intriguing.)

My Fantasy Fuel Novel, “Slavegirls of Outer Space," Available for Free

So a decade or so ago, I came across the movie Slavegirls From Beyond Infinity. I did and still do consider the first 15 minutes of the movie the finest sexy scifi B movie ever made. Unfortunately, after that first 15 minutes it very quickly devolved into a tepid remake of “The Most Dangerous Game” whose only strong point was two pretty good B-movie actresses running around in skimpy leather bikinis, which, sadly, still leaves it as a top-level sexy scifi B movie even if the story is really old shit. I mean, almost a century old (first published in 1924) and has been remade time and time again in many formats, each more boring than the next.

I was so pissed off over the loss of what started out to be a GREAT movie that I did want any writer of erotic SF would do: I wrote a book based on those first 15 minutes, extending the rest of the story logically from the beginning, which involved an escape from a cargo hold on an interstellar slave ship.

Thus was Slave Girls of Outer Space written, to be the story that “Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity” SHOULD have been. The short blurb sums it up nicely:

 Join Dita and Maria, two hot, sexy escaped slave girls, as they romp through a galaxy filled with competing interstellar empires, artificial intelligences, aliens, space pirates, hair's-breadth escapes, space battles featuring starships firing ravening bolts of utter destruction, and hot sexy men. It's just plain fun, like watching a 1980s sexy SF B-movie, minus the stupid, plus the kink!

The first version of this story I wrote was a full-on erotic science ficiton story, with graphic sex scenes and everything. But while I was wirting it, somebody reported a ton of my books to Amazon as being too rapey for Amazon, which was really cracking down on the kink stuff, and about half a dozen of my books got banned and I got sent a letter saying I was a hairs-breadth away from being banned from Amazon.

So I rewrote the book, going back in and removing all the graphic sex scenes, leaving in the fantasy fuel because damn, anything entitled “Slave Girls of Outer Space” HAS to have fantasy fuel. But when I tried to post the story of Amazon it stalled and would not publish. It didn't get banned, it just got stuck in the works, and since I was a hairs-breadth away from being banned, I decided to take the hint and posted it to Smashwords instead.

Plotting and World-Builiding are Interlinked And Can Help Avoid Cliches

Breaking News! "Road to Aquibonya" has been published on Amazon! It has already passed review and is being distirbute it on their sites, which can take hours. So ... maybe semi-breaking news ....


The Immortal slavegirls in “The Road to Aquibonya” are a great example of how plotting and world-building are interlinked, or can be interlinked, and how good world-building can help you enjoy cliched writing.

My original concept was to have a slavegirl who was magically cursed to be immortal and young, and to make any man she fucks revert to being physically 26years of age every time he fucks her. She's a practical source of immortality, so long as her owner keeps fucking her. Talk about a stable relationship.

But over time, as her qualities become known in the world, such a woman would inevitably become a commodity. She would be very attractive to rich and powerful men, who would probably do a lot of vile and despicable things, such as killing other rich and powerful men, to get their hands on her. And of course they'd keep her in chains once they got her, because they wouldn't want her to escape, and more to the point, would not want her stolen.

This implies a long and unhappy history for said Immortal slavegirl, kept in chains and raped a lot, because of course said rich and powerful men wouldn't care if she wanted to be fucked or not. That's why it's a curse.

Problem is, what we have there, despite the sexual element, is a pure MacGuffin plot, with the Immortal slavegirl serving as the MacGuffin that the good guy, the bad guy and everyone else wants to obtain/control. The story kind of writes itself, a pure damsel in distress line, and that's the problem. The stories that write themselves get written a lot, and are generally cliched and trite and dull because chances are, the reader has already read the story, or something much like it.

Then I thought, why not have a whole race of Immortal slavegirls? Instead of having just one rare slavegirl, have them be commonplace. Why not make them a part of their world, an element of society? They would be commodity, but a common commodity, hence not the MacGuffin that a single Immortal slavegirl would be. There would probably be an active trade in them.

I liked this because it led to some interesting world-building. How would having slavegirls that could make you immortal be a commonplace thing affect people and the nations around them? Especially if there were some places that had a lot more of them than others?

But with commonplace slavegirls that could make you immortal, and who really liked having sex, especially kinky sex … didn't just accept their lot in life as slavegirls, but absolutely loved it … I'd lose a lot of the dramatic tension I'd had with the single MacGuffin slavegirl. I had created the basis for an EXCELLENT party and an interesting world, but not much conflict.

Eventually, I figured that I could solve that problem by having a SORT of penalty element to their nature: make the slavegirls half succubi – hence their magical immortality power  – who have to be fucked every day before midnight or they turn into full succubi and they kill you by fucking you to death – yes, it's death by snu-snu! Even better, the slavegirl has to have an orgasm or she goes full succubus. It would make for a certain amount of difficulty in distributing them.

 This might not a problem with a single Immortal slavegirl, but what if you had a dozen of them?

Well that brings the dramatic tension right back into the story, and in an original way, I think. World-building avoids cliched plotting, for the win!

The Prop Master Soars Into The Desert Air

Cover of The Propmaster. Cindy should be braless and Jack should be pantsless here, but Amazon is having NONE of that! Click on the pic and be whisked to Amazon links all over the world.

In my new book The Prop Master, now available on Amazon, Jack Davis and his girlfriend and love slave Cindy Sturges are an up-and-coming couple in the movie industry a few decades from now. Jack is a prop master for movies, a job that sometimes entails tying people up for scenes. Cindy is a stunt woman/actress who's trying to move into acting full time. Jack's bondage and dominance sexuality with Cindy pays off on the job because it has made him a strong advocate for safety in bondage scenes, even if that means objecting strongly enough to stop production at times, and also because Jack knows how to use bondage to ramp up the drama and sexiness of any bondage or damsel in distress scene to whatever degree the director desires.

This makes Jack appealing to both smart, ambitious actresses who want their scenes to work well, and insurers who want to minimize costs associated with injuries on the set and the resulting lawsuits.

Cindy is in demand because she has an instinct for getting the most out of any scene involving bondage or a power exchange, most especially scenes involving male dominance and female submission, because in their private life, Jack and Cindy play out these scenes in the bedroom and enjoy them immensely, within the context of their thoroughly egalitarian relationship outside the bedroom.

Jack and Cindy's skills lead them to sign with Desert Industry Dreams Incorporated,(DiD Inc.), a well-financed movie production company that plans to create movies that, when properly cut, can easily earn an R or even a PG rating and be shown in theaters and on cable television, a dying market in the future, but whose full versions will entertain viewers on the adult websites who are major backers of the company.

Can Jack and Cindy's relationship survive the attempts of hot female movie stars who, almost by reflex, attempt to seduce Jack, and the attempts of some men to use Cindy's sexual submissiveness to make her their sex slave? Will the dark forces that oppose DiD Inc. succeed in shutting down production? There's an easy way to find out .. read the book!

Now, as for the goodies, I wrote a huge, all-in, bang-up, balls to the walls and tits to the floor sexual bondage scene between the protagonists of The Prop Master. My goal was to write a sexual bondage scene so compelling that anyone reading the book who was vanilla would finish it, throw the book to the floor and yell, "I have GOT to try that!"

Not that I care if anyone gets "converted" from vanilla to kinky by the scene, I just wanted to write a scene that shows how very, very good maledom/femsub sexual bondage between two lovers can be. I don't know if I nailed it -- that'll be for my readers to say -- but by damn I sure tried.