Actions have consequences on #WIP Wednesday, Rapunzel…
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This wicked little scene continues from the #SatSpanks post over here, and you’ll definitely want to read that to see how Rapunzel finally unmasks her captor. But, of course, there are consequences…
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“No more hiding,” she hissed at him, and his eyes danced over her face.
“That’s what you want? You want to see me?” Releasing her throat he pulled her away from the wall, grabbing her hips, and he almost stumbled as he walked them both towards the mattress. Dropping her onto it he followed and stayed between her thighs, miming a thrust. “You want this?”
“No! I’ve never –”
“Are you really going to try and lie to me right now?” His hand slipped between them, and an instant later he swept up her cleft. Soaking wet. Slick with the damning evidence of her twisted urges, and she cursed herself. Damaged, broken, wired wrong. Catching her legs he pushed her knees towards her chest and then spread her wide, sliding down until his shoulders held her open – and then he dragged his tongue through her wetness in a confident swipe.
Oh God.
The pure shock of it made her lift her hips. It had nothing to do with the tingling buzz at the base of her spine, or the way his thumbs dug into the tender flesh of her thighs to bare her completely for him. “Yes…” he groaned against her, the low vibration of his voice making her shiver, but all she could see was the tousle of dark hair atop his head as he started to devour her.
“Please, stop!” Rebecca begged, because no matter what her mind thought, she knew what her body was already thinking. Pleasure stormed through her like an invading army, pushing its way past her borders, starting a war inside that she was ill-equipped to win.
“So. Many. Lies.” Each word was punctuated by a deviously long trace of his tongue that ended with a torturous flick over her clit. Just as she opened her mouth to plead for him to stop, he focused in on that bundle of nerves, sending her into gasping moans that cleared the words from her mind.
When she tried to arch her back, to lift her hips against him, he simply pressed her flat with the strength in his arms, pinning her exactly where he wanted her.
Why had she ever thought she could win?
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We’re getting so close to the end of these little sneak peeks, and then the book will be live in January!! I know that I can’t wait, and I hope you’re salivating along with me.
NOTE: I do have some sad news, lovelies. While I’ve got some stellar snippets set up to post on Wednesdays for a few weeks, our wonderful #WIP Wednesday bloghop has come to an end. Melody Parks ran it like a fearless champion for a long time, and we are all grateful for the avenue she gave us to share our work. I’ll keep my posts going for a bit, because they’re all ready, but then we shall say farewell to #WIP Wednesdays. <3
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Liberated Heart’ by Measha Stone!
Measha Stone is, first of all, a fantastic person to know, and one of my favorite people to chat with whenever we both want to “talk shop” on BDSM stuff. This is why I feel fucking terrible that I missed the release of the latest book in her Windy City series ‘Liberated Heart’. She writes the kind of BDSM relationships that tug at your heartstrings, and make you all tingly, and isn’t that the best kind? It came out at the end of October, but please forgive my late tease and check out this incredible book today!
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Liberated Heart (Windy City Book 4)
Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies.
Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive. After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it. But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken.
Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.
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Teaser
He had a point, but it wasn’t the same thing. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t help, it was that he couldn’t. They were a temporary thing, not long term. He couldn’t fix that.
“You offered to help, Sir.” She sighed. This was not like her dreams. there was no fondling, or groping. Just more talking!
“So the next time you start to feel overwhelmed with fear, or sadness, what should you do?”
The discussion over one little reaction seemed so disproportional. “Tell you about it.”
“Yes. And why?”
Couldn’t he just start spanking her now? It had to hurt less than this continual investigation into her psyche. “Because my worries aren’t just mine anymore.”
“That’s right.” His fingers stroked the back of her thighs. “When you keep your worries from me, you tell me you don’t trust me to take care of you. You show disrespect to me by trying to taking care of it yourself. You show me that you aren’t submitting to my rule, my authority and protection.” Well damn. He had a good point there. She had done just that. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so confident that the rest of the punishment was going to go well. A sour feeling began to build in her chest. “And leaving the room when you were told not to unless you had permission. What do you think that said?”
“That I don’t respect your rules.” She sniffled. Hanging over his lap was making her nose drip. Again, less sexy than previously thought.
“Did you agree to submit to my rules when you came home with me last night?” The spoon ran over her thighs and she nodded. “I can’t hear your head shake.” His voice darkened.
“Yes, I did, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Those two words. His approval sent a warm tingle through her despite the cool fear of having the spoon dangerously close to her sit spot.
Whack! She jumped, flailing her arms out to the side, unprepared for the first bite of the spoon. She hadn’t been ready! His hold tightened around her waist, and he hoisted her further onto his lap, elevating his knee until her ass was higher in the air and her toes didn’t touch the ground at all.
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I know that reading this snippet made me run out and add the whole series to my Christmas list for Amazon, I mean how can you possibly resist? *swoons* So hot! And the good news is that no matter where you’re looking to snag a copy, you can get one right now!
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ALSO IN THE WINDY CITY SERIES…
- A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.
- A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.
- An independent woman, moves to Chicago to find a new start for her life, but finds those from the past aren’t always best to leave behind. A laid back, yet protective dominant steps in as her hopes for the future begin to unravel.
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Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.
- Website: https://www.meashawrites.com/blog
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Music Monday – Down on Your Knees
Ahhhh, music for a monday. Everyone who follows me knows that I have music playing when I write all the time, and the songs that show up again and again for me get added to my Music Monday playlist! This week I’m sharing ‘Down on Your Knees’ by flora cash. The song is sedate, but beautiful, and I love the meandering pace of the song. They never rush it, and it shifts between the male singer, the female singer, and combined vocals. All over the most simple drums and guitar, and that + the lyrics, makes it something I just adore. Hope you enjoy, lovelies!
Lyrics
Last I saw, you were down on your knees
praying for some release.
Check my bed, but you ain’t next to me
and I’m wondering where you ease.
Last until, anyone lets you know,
but I don’t understand this game.
Bit my lip, but I said I would find
something I didn’t know I had.
Almost winning… and now I don’t know,
but it seems like it’s almost away from me.
Maybe one day I’ll be strong enough to find
it out, and I’ll know it all…
And the spring is running fast.
You… got me thinking…
Oh, I want this to last.
You… got me thinking…
Almost winning… and now I don’t know,
but it seems like it’s almost away from me.
Maybe one day I’ll be strong enough to find
it out, and I’ll know it all…
Do you think it’s easy now?
Now, alone?
Baby is it easy now?
Now… alone?
‘Down on Your Knees’ by flora cash
Ask Me Anything: Will Thalia ever return in another book?
I’ve got another Ask Me Anything again! Today, I’m answering a question someone submitted through the ‘Ask Me Anything’ link at the top of the page. Curious what the #AskMeAnything is? Check out the official AMA page on my site over here.
Q: Will Thalia ever return in another book?
A: Ah, this reader was SO sweet because they also wrote some very nice things about how much they enjoyed the Thalia Series. For those of you who haven’t read it yet, the Thalia series is a dark, capture fantasy series that morphs into some hot books of BDSM done right through things that happen that I won’t ruin in this post. There are three full books in the series:
- Security Binds Her (Thalia #1) – This is dark, capture fantasy and I beg you to heed that warning before you dive in. It has been a #1 bestseller in BDSM and Suspense Erotica a few times on Amazon, and featured twice on BookBub, so I’ll also say that people do seem to enjoy it. ^_^
- Striking a Balance (Thalia #2) – Follows Thalia and James as they try to figure out a balance in their BDSM relationship.
- Salvaged by Love (Thalia #3) – Continues with James and Thalia, but the series comes to a thrilling conclusion that brings back plenty of dark and devious capture fantasy elements!
Before I ever started publishing on Amazon, I wrote all three of these books (well, the first drafts anyway) on a lovely site called Literotica. Many of the authors you know and love in erotica started there. Addison Cain, Livia Grant, Sophie Kisker, Eris Adderly, Tara Crescent and many more… We all got our feet wet there and really honed our voices with the advantage of instant reader feedback chapter-by-chapter. We all have a special place in our hearts for Lit, and as a thank you to all of those awesome fans of Thalia, I wrote a little novella called ‘Christmas at Purgatory’ while I was in the middle of working on ‘Salvaged by Love’. It won the Reader’s Choice award on the site for the month of December that year, and the little blue ‘W‘ that sat by this story for a long time made my heart happy.
- Christmas at Purgatory (Thalia Extra #1) – Just 99 cents, or free on KU, this short little romp takes James and Thalia back to the submissive training school called Purgatory for a little menage holiday fun!
Now, the fact that I gave Christmas at Purgatory the subheading of ‘Thalia Extra #1’ has hinted for a long time that I planned to write more in the Thalia universe, and the truth is that – yes, I do plan to write another Thalia story!
While I’m not sure when I’ll be able to fit it into the writing schedule, I’ve wanted to write about James and Thalia’s wedding for a long time. It will be another novella, a little extra to add to the world of Thalia, and we’ll get visits from all of your favorite kinky friends from Purgatory, including Maggie and Kalen!
Things were much simpler back in the days of Literotica. I wasn’t self-publishing at all, I didn’t have a real-life publisher that I promised books to as well, and I really only had the world of Thalia in my head. Now there are so many books on my to-do list that I have to prioritize in a few different ways.
- A) Books that have deadlines/commitments come first, and lately those have been more frequent. This is AWESOME because it means that my publisher and other authors like my work enough to want more books from me and to invite me into fantastic opportunities like the Twisted Fairytales box set, the amazing series I’m starting with Livia Grant, and a secret project with a TON of authors from Blushing Books that will come out throughout 2017.
- B) Series that are already in-progress can’t be abandoned, because there are readers that want to know what happens next, and that makes me all kinds of warm & fuzzy, and of course I want to continue those stories too. The Daughters of Eltera series will have another book coming in 2017, and so will the Dangerous Games series! Those series aren’t finished, and so they need to keep going.
- C) I have to have inspiration. I’m a pantser when it comes to writing, meaning I write the movie that’s playing in my head, and Thalia and James have sort of been put-to-bed mentally. Their story has been told, and so it takes some special, dedicated focus to bring them back to life and tell another story about them. Do I want to (and plan to) do it? Absolutely. Can I promise a specific date? Unfortunately, no. (and before you ask, I also know that people want more from Cara and Saif and Ben from the novella The Invitation, and that has been floating on my writing wish list for a long time too!)
I will say that I’ve got Thalia on my neverending to-write list for 2017 and if inspiration strikes, I promise you will see a Thalia Extra #2 popping up, and it will be fun and kinky and delightful.
Hope this answered your question! And please, ask me more questions! I love to answer them.
Rapunzel does the unthinkable on #SatSpanks
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This snippet has Rapunzel and her captor clashing on almost even-footing, because he’s drunk in celebration that the blackmailing of her father is working – but then Rapunzel does something neither of them would have expected.
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In an instant he cupped her ass and lifted her from the floor, his hips splitting her legs until she had no choice but to wrap them around his waist. The tingling hum at the base of her spine ushered a surge of shame through her system. She was not enjoying this, didn’t want this, she was not –
“Tell me… if I touch you right now, will you be wet?” His voice was a low purr that amplified the sparkling heat inside her and she hated it, hated him, and hated most that it was true.
“Let go of me.”
“You’re wet. I know it. You always are for me.” The man leaned forward, brushing the mask across her shoulder as he nuzzled her neck. He took a deep breath against her skin, a groan escaping his lips as he pressed his hips forward, the growing hardness unmistakable. “I’m so glad you’re not empty, Rapunzel.”
For a moment her hands were still braced against his chest, trying uselessly to push him away, to ignore his words, but then a thought struck like lightning. Before the fear could stop her, she reached up and ripped the mask over his head in a single, fluid motion. Tawny brown eyes immediately went wide beneath sculpted dark brows. He had the features of an angel, too beautiful to be so evil. A seraph with high cheekbones, the faintest shadow of a beard covering his cheeks sloping towards lips that parted in shock. The mask hung at her side, gripped white-knuckle tight in shaking fingers, as his beautiful face contorted with rage.
He caught her by the throat, slamming her head back against the wall as he snarled. “What the fuck have you done?”
“No more hiding,” she hissed at him, and his eyes danced over her face.
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EEEEKK!!! I remember my heart racing as I wrote this scene, and I love it so much that it’s going to continue on #WIP Wednesday, so don’t miss it! In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Thankful Thursday
It’s #ThankfulThursday and that means giving you something delectable to look at before the weekend! This week is both a blessing and a curse for me. It’s an absolute blessing because I’m leaving on a Disney Cruise with my family TODAY and we’ll be gone for a week, enjoying each other and spending time together. (I don’t talk much about my family life on here, but my mom is sick and this is going to be a memory maker for all of us with her). The curse is that I still have TWO books to write and I’m only about half-way through the first of them, *cue hysterical laughter*. I’ll have wi-fi and so I’ll probably be checking in randomly on social media and such, but there will be no writing on this vacation because A) my family has zero idea I write, and B) it’s about making memories together and enjoying each other, and that’s the plan. However, you still need sexy entertainment and so I’ve made sure you have something lovely to look at today. Tell me, what do you think of this guy? Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to stumble upon someone like him ashore…
Rapunzel’s captor has secrets on #WIP Wednesday…
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This scene is actually continuing from the #SatSpanks post, so you might want to read that one first if you want to catch up, because Rapunzel’s captor is finally talking, and he has secrets that she wants to know.
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“Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel…” For a moment she couldn’t tell if he was quoting the witch or the prince, and when he twisted to look at her again the hunger in his eyes seemed to be a mix of both. “You don’t want to know what I know.”
“Don’t tell me what I want or don’t want, because trust me you don’t know.” Their gazes locked for a moment, and she didn’t budge, didn’t back down, even when he faced her and slid his palm up her leg to cup her mound.
“I think I know what you want more than you want to admit, and you have no idea what you’re asking for, princess.”
“Try me.”
He shook his head slowly, one finger dipping between her lips to tease the liquid heat that seemed to be a constant companion. “Did daddy dearest ever touch you, Rapunzel? Is that why he’s kept you with him in The Tower all these years?”
“No!” The recoil from his words was immediate, but when she struggled he just pushed inside her. Teasing her with torturously tender touches.
“Are you sure? Not once?” He shifted until he was looking down at her, his hand still buried between her thighs, a crook of his finger sending a tremor through her muscles. “He never snuck into your room to have a taste?”
“You’re sick!” She screamed at him, but he just rolled his eyes and pulled away from her, leaving the stoked heat at her core untended.
“And you’re blind, princess, but that’s why you’re chained to the floor while he walks free, isn’t it?” There was a poisonous edge to his tone as he stared at her. Her lips parted to respond, but her mind froze. It was something in his eyes, those tawny pools filled with some kind of knowledge, and for a flash there was no anger – just pity.
For himself? For her?
He broke their gaze then, facing the wall he’d pinned her against before. The memories were bitter fire, twisting and winding their way through her. Urging her to fight, to scream, to demand he answer her. But then, without another word, he stood and walked to the door. Leaving before she could rally her thoughts enough to respond.
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Curious? I know I was interested while I was writing it, because I’m a total pantser and sometimes these characters just have a mind of their own. What secret is her masked captor keeping? What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies?
NOTE: I do have some sad news, lovelies. While I’ve got some stellar snippets set up to post on Wednesdays for a few weeks, our wonderful #WIP Wednesday bloghop has come to an end. Melody Parks ran it like a fearless champion for a long time, and we are all grateful for the avenue she gave us to share our work. I’ll keep my posts going for a bit, because they’re all ready, but then we shall say farewell to #WIP Wednesdays. <3
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Rough Diamonds’ by Ashe Barker!
USA Today Bestselling Author Ashe Barker has a brand new novella ‘Rough Diamonds’ out just in time to snag a copy that will keep you warm on these coming cold nights. They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but I think that Ashe Barker might have just discovered that a diamond dealer could just be an even better friend to one lucky lady.
Keep reading to find out more about this hot new book!
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Rough Diamonds
Christa Barnes is baffled when the man of her dreams – or should that be her wildest fantasies? – turns up at her sleepy little flower shop and insists she has something he would like to purchase. But Johan Klaas is an international diamond dealer and he is not remotely interested in acquiring a bunch of geraniums, preferring instead to discuss gemstones.
Christa’s next unexpected caller is a motorcycle courier clad in black leather and bearing a package for her. She opens it, expecting the latest seed catalogue, and finds instead a fortune in uncut diamonds and a note.
For Services Rendered. See what you can make of these.
Johan Klaas works at the heart of the global diamond trade based in Antwerp, and he agrees to use his contacts and knowledge to help trace the origins of these particular stones. For a price.
As the relationship between Christa and Johan deepens, so does her understanding of the way in which a natural, artless act of kindness years before can start an amazing chain of events.
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Teaser
“You were right, chérie. The outfit is very pretty indeed.” Perhaps he recognised her indecision, her wavering, but Johan allowed her no time in which to reconsider. Christa was glad of it as he rolled from the mattress and came to stand before her. He gently fingered the ribbon which masqueraded as some sort of shoulder strap. “May I…?”
“May you … What?” Her voice was a husky whisper.
“This.” He eased the strap down her arm, causing the gossamer-thin fabric to cascade away in a soft sweep. One breast was exposed. Christa held her breath. It never occurred to her to seek to cover herself.
Johan lowered his gaze, his lip curling in sensual appreciation. He cupped Christa’s face between his hands to hold her still for his kiss. She was going nowhere, in any case. His lips were warm, soft, teasing hers until she opened for him. His tongue explored her mouth, curling around hers in a hot, suggestive dance.
Christa mewled deep in her throat when he lowered his hands to stroke her shoulders, then trailed his fingers lower still to tease the erect, exposed nipple. He circled it with his fingertips, then took the hardened bud between his finger and thumb and applied just enough pressure to make her gasp.
“You like this, ma petite? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she breathed. “It was just, I never…”
“Pleasure is good, is it not?” He cupped the full mound in his hand and caressed her slowly, stroking his fingers across the quivering peak before he caught it again and, this time, squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. “But pain is even more exciting, if properly applied. Do you not agree, little Christa, my beautiful flower-seller?”
Christa should have been frightened: his words made no sense. At the same time, she understood him perfectly, and was in no doubt as to his meaning. He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.
How had he known? How had he had even the slightest inkling that she might respond? She had hardly known, herself, until this moment.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh yes.”
He chuckled and kissed her mouth again, at the same time easing her other strap from her shoulder. A tug was all it took on the two fragile scraps of lace which tied in front to hold the two halves of the top closed. The garment opened and he was able to slide the top from her body and drop it behind her on a low sofa.
Now his palms caressed both breasts, his touch firm yet still gentle. Christa arched, presenting her body, asking for more.
Johan broke the kiss to trail a hot, damp path across her collar bone and down to her breasts. He locked his hands behind her, under her bottom and lifted her so he could better reach her nipples with his lips. Christa grasped his shoulders and flung back her head as he took first one peak, then the other, into his mouth.
Christa moaned. “That’s… That feels so…”
He sucked, curling his agile tongue around one engorged nipple. A crackle of electricity surged from the pebbled nub straight to her clit. Christa opened her legs and wrapped them around his body, not minding in the least that he remained fully dressed whilst she was as near naked as made no difference.
He turned, and walked back toward the bed, as Christa crossed her ankles in the small of his back. He leaned forward to tip her onto the duvet then followed her down.
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Hot, french-speaking diamond seller with a penchant for pain and pleasure? You know that’s going to be a delicious read! It’s even FREE on Kindle Unlimited, or $2.99. Ashe is even being super nice and putting out the full first chapter for you to read before you buy! Check that out here.
Buy now: Amazon
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Music Monday – Human
I have the coolest song for you lovelies today, it’s ‘Human’ by Sevdaliza and it was sent to me by one of my good reader friends over on Facebook. She said she got lost in a Youtube hole (haven’t we all done that?) and stumbled upon this. First, the song itself is just so sensual, and dark, and beautiful – but the video below is incredible. I’m actually including almost all of the lyrics because they’re so simple, but also so poignant. I mean, the verse where she says “I am flesh, bones. I am skin, soul. I am human. Nothing more than human.” Ugh, it’s just – perfection. The fact that the video starts with the quote: “The basic human need to be watched was once satisfied by god” should give you an idea of just how powerful of a discussion of human existence this entire song is. How I had never heard of her before, I have no idea, but thank you very much, Diane, for sending it over. <3
Lyrics
Nothing…
I am. I have.
I breathe, in, and out.
I own a heart,
an ear, and an eye.
I’ve only been here one time.
It’s passing me by.
Been in and out,
and in front of my judgmental eyes.
My precious disguise.
Business so cold,
can’t cope with my own,
How to not fail?
I am flesh, bones.
I am skin, soul.
I am human.
Nothing more than human.
I am sweat, flaws.
I am veins, scars.
I am human.
Nothing more than human.
‘Human’ by Sevdaliza
Ask Me Anything: What is subspace like?
It’s Ask Me Anything time again! Today, I’m answering a question that was sent to me on Facebook about subspace. Curious what the #AskMeAnything is? Check out the official AMA page on my site over here.
Q: What is subspace like?
A: I actually had a different post planned for today (you’ll get that one next week now!) but yesterday I had someone on Facebook send me a message asking if I could define subspace, and I did my best to give them my answer as to what subspace is like, but then I thought it would be a good topic to have in this AMA collection. I’d like to remind everyone reading that this is just my perspective on it. Subspace may feel similar or vastly different to what I describe, but I will say that no matter who I’ve heard describe it – it’s so, so lovely. ^_^
Wait, what the fuck is subspace?
Okay, so for those just dipping their toes into the BDSM community, you may be asking what the hell I’m even talking about, so I’m going to steal a quick medical explanation from submissive guide, because they can toss around the scientific jargon (and save me the effort of a lot more research than I need to do since this already exists: here). Subspace is a state that submissives can reach during an intense scene with their Dominant partner. “During the scene, the intense experiences of both pain and pleasure trigger a sympathetic nervous system response, which causes a release of epinephrine from the suprarenal glands, as well as a dump of endorphins and enkephalins. These natural chemicals, part of the fight or flight response, produce the same effect as a morphine-like drug, increasing the pain tolerance of the submissive as the scene becomes more intense. Producing a sort of trance-like state due to the increase of hormones and chemicals, the submissive starts to feel out-of-body, detached from reality, and as the high comes down, and the parasympathetic nervous system kicks in, a deep exhaustion, as well as incoherence. Many submissives once reaching a height of subspace will lose all sensation of pain, as any stimuli causes the period to prolong.”
What does all ^that^ scientific jargon mean in plain English? Basically, when you experience pain and pleasure together (and you are someone who has at least some level of enjoyment from both) your body can get all kinds of crossed-wires in the brain, dump a bunch of happy chemicals into your brain, and it’s phenomenal.
Alright, so what do you think it feels like?
In short, the best thing ever.
Subspace is the primary reason I think I’m such a masochist/painslut. I’m high-strung pretty much all the time because of my type-A personality, which means that if I’m not going 100mph in my life in all areas I basically feel like a useless sack of flesh. The clear downside to being this kind of type-A is that I’m almost constantly stressed out and I never relax. My Dom likes to point out that the bar I set for myself is so high that it’s impossible to reach, and I usually respond that if it was achievable I’d be bored to fucking tears. But, being constantly stressed and having your brain constantly telling you the endless list of shit you should be doing is exhausting.
When I play (specifically pain-based play) I’m just like everyone else in the world that at first my body panics. A lot of people seem to assume that masochists/painsluts just don’t have pain receptors, but we ABSOLUTELY do. Taking a cane strike feels like taking a cane strike, whether or not you’ve got some crossed wires that let you enjoy the after-effects of the pain a little differently than other people. Our bodies are meant to urge us, sometimes aggressively, to avoid pain. It becomes a situation of mind over matter at first, the cane lands, there’s that beat of nothing at all, and then searing fiery pain in a perfect line that slowly spreads out. It’s in that moment where the pain has peaked and the sensation starts to spread into a dull ache that the body tries to give you a little chemical nudge to depress the pain that you’re still actually feeling in the form of endorphins and enkephalins – basically, happy free all-natural brain drugs. While in a normal session this allows you to keep taking the pain, the real magic is when all those chemicals build, and build, and build, and then suddenly you’re so soaked in them that your body/brain gets so confused that it actually does stop processing pain in the normal way.
That is subspace. You still feel the cane land, you’re aware on some level that there was pain, but the drug cocktail of your brain makes it just a blip on the radar. On top of that, because more pain stimuli were introduced, your brain produces more of the chemicals, and the effect just amplifies and amplifies.
For me, entering subspace is that instant where I go from tense and fighting to hold whatever position he’s put me in so I can keep taking the spanking/belt/crop/cane, then I find myself leaning back into the strikes for a moment (when the high starts to take over), and then I sort of feel like everything melts. Like the way you feel after a really good massage, just languid and soft and warm. Each new strike sends you further out into subpsace, and it is a perfect place where my brain is blissfully empty and quiet. Where I feel safe and protected and cared for, because I know my Dom is watching out for me and that knowledge allows me to let go and just… float.
That sounds… awesome. How do I do it?
Well, there’s a few things to understand here that I feel like I need to say. For subspace to take over, you really do need something to induce all the chemicals described above. I’ve heard that some people can get into subspace just from really really intense submissive experiences (that don’t include pain), but I’ve never had that. Reaching subspace is a challenge, and many people miss out on experiencing it, because of the body’s fight or flight response. And here is where I want you to please listen to me very carefully – at all times, if you feel the pain is too much and you are concerned for your safety, you should absolutely safeword. Trying to reach subspace should not put your health and safety in jeopardy, and you and only you know how much pain you can take. For a first timer trying to reach subspace, I would beg you to attempt with something like a spanking or a flogger. Flogger subspace seems to be the easiest for most people to enter, and it’s the most “gentle” in my opinion, and pretty fucking phenomenal. However, no matter what, you take care of yourself first. Safeword if you need to, for your own sake and your Dom’s (because they’ll feel like absolute shit if you let them really hurt you).
So, back to the fight or flight response. Before all those happy chemicals start to compound in your head, you’re going to feel panic. It’s your body’s way of saying what the fuck, this hurts, get the hell out of here, and you know what? That’s a good thing. That’s the reason we’re still alive as a species! Yay for fight-or-flight! The problem is when we’re trying to be our naughty, kinky selves and just want to get our ass belted for a bit, and our body pulls the fire alarm like we’re about to be mauled by a fucking bear. You will feel panic, you may break position because your body’s urge to “RUN, NOW!” is so strong your body literally tries to throw you into action (it happens, especially with high or sudden pain experiences) – the real challenge is the old mind-over-matter mantra. It’s forcing yourself through the fight or flight instincts to hold position, to shiver or shake if you need to as you ride the initial wave(s) of adrenaline, to breathe and accept that the pain exists, and hold on.
I’m not even going to pretend that’s easy, and I sincerely wish I had a better explanation for it. I also won’t pretend that everyone is capable of taking pain in such a way to reach subspace. I’m a masochist, and I always have been. I had issues when I was younger because pain has always given me a little rush as soon as it passes, and that rush is what I chase all the time. There’s this little bite of bliss after the agony – and subspace is the gigantic ice cream sundae after all the little bites build up. It is, to this day, the most perfectly peaceful experience in my life, and it’s why BDSM is something I cannot live without. It’s also why my alpha-male, super-sadist of a Dom is perfect for me. We both play hard, because he gets his own high from the experience, and it works out magically.
But remember, subspace can be very dangerous.
Remember that little line towards the beginning of this post about subspace being kind of a morphine-like drug? That thing about detaching from reality, and blah blah blah? Well, that can be a pretty fucking big deal when you’re in a situation with a serious implement. Every single Dominant has the responsibility of A) knowing the signs of subspace, B) understanding what their sub can take safely, and C) knowing when to fucking stop. Because, here’s the deal lovelies, the sub will not stop the session after they’re in subspace. The submissive is off in floaty la-la land and at that point the Dom could keep going until their arm fell off with whatever implement they’re using, and each new introduction of pain would only push the submissive farther and farther into subspace.
BDSM is dangerous, I’m sure we all know that. Hitting anyone with anything is in general not the best idea. There are good reasons for this. Our skin and muscles get damaged when we hit them. It’s why we get bruises, it’s why we can have muscle tears and tendon tears. It’s why pain responses and fight-or-flight responses fucking exist – it’s our body trying to protect itself. But, when we play around with it and override all those very smart signals, we stop getting them. Which means we stop protecting ourselves.
A good Dom will recognize the physical shift as the sub “drops” into subspace. I think they call it a drop because of that sudden physical languor that hits as the chemical cocktail takes over, I know that I’ve been told I physically drop as all the tension melts out of my muscles. Now, the Dom shouldn’t just end the scene, they need to let the sub enjoy subspace, give them enough to drag it out for a bit, but subspace is not the time to ramp up the action. It’s the time for the Dom to watch very very carefully, and after the sub has spent some fun time in la-la land, slowly wind down the session. My Dom likes to switch from harder implements to something like a flogger, and then something like a soft mitt or a fuzzy flogger that just continues to provide sensation, but not anything that could damage me since I’m not going to react if it did actually damage me in some way.
- SUPER IMPORTANT NOTE: If you can’t trust your partner to take care of you in this way, please do not attempt subspace.
Then what?
I think aftercare is even more important post-subspace than just a regular session. You’re so out of it that you may fall asleep as soon as the sensation ends, or you may get really emotional as your body tries to process the chemicals flooding it. Many people can get very cold and start shivering (I’m like this) and so, again, the Dom has to be very aware and very confident in handling it. They need to wrap you in a blanket/put you in bed, and provide physical contact. A lot of Doms (including mine) will just start talking to help bring the sub back “up” from subspace. As wonderful as subspace is, the coming out of it part can be very nice too. Listening to your Dom tell you how wonderful you did, how you’re a good girl, how happy you made them, and lots of other lovely things is something fantastic to come back to reality hearing. The timeline on coming up changes person-to-person and scene-to-scene. I’ve been up and around in fifteen minutes, and there was one time after a caning that I fell asleep in the playroom and he woke me up three hours later with bourbon and dinner already made. The most important thing is that they stay with you until you’re okay, and keep an eye on you.
That means the next 48 hours too. A good Dom will probably check-in waiting to see if you “drop”. I can talk more about sub drop on another post sometime, but the most important thing to know about sub drop is that over the next 48 hours you can have a sudden response to the loss of allllll those brain chemicals. It can show up as exhaustion, suddenly being emotional/irritable, or even feeling depressed. There are things that can help: my Dom always sends me to work/back home with a 5-hour energy to take if I feel it coming on, and he sends me messages checking in and reminding me of how much he enjoyed the session/how much he appreciates my submission and me. Just remember that if you feel sub drop, the first thing you should do is reach out to your Dom for that confirmation that everything is okay – it really does help. (And I promise to put sub drop as a more extensive post some time).
Alright, lovelies, this one was soooooo long but I realized I’d never written about it and since it likes to show up in books and discussions a lot, I felt like subspace needed to be a talk for all of us. I hope you enjoyed this! Please comment here, or on FB, and tell me what you thought, and send me more questions/suggestions for posts!
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