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Wednesday, 20 December 2017

Twenty-Nine

Whether you are simply curious about submission or regularly revel in the delights of BDSM, these sixty-nine erotic short stories about submissives will turn you on! From participating in a musical recital that takes a very kinky turn to making a grocery run while using sex toys to indulging in a risqué office encounter during working hours, these subs delight in obeying (or deliberately disobeying) their masters and mistresses in public and in private. They are rewarded and punished in the most wicked of ways that will leave you breathless. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, with stories by Selena Kitt, Jade A. Waters, Dorothy Freed, and Sommer Marsden among other talented writers, The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 offers arousing tales that delve deep into the thrills of spanking, bondage, power dynamics, service, exhibitionism, erotic adventure, and much more.


Featuring my short, sharp little tale "Twenty-Nine"!

Available from Amazon as an ebook or in print.

You can read excerpts from all the stories on Lady Smut's blog.

And you can read a glowing review of the book on the Bitches n Prose blog.

Thursday, 30 November 2017

Silent Passion

Terry looked down into the stalls. It was a slow day. A very slow day. But at least her one reliable customer had come. Her favorite customer. Terry had never screwed up the courage to approach her, only gazed from afar like some pining lover in a silent melodrama.
The girl was around Terry’s age, and she clearly had a fascination for the period. Her black hair was cut in a flapper’s chic bob and her slim, boyish figure would have looked perfect in a fringed dress. Or better still – in nothing at all. She could be the reincarnation of Louise Brooks, and Terry had secretly named her “Lulu”.
She’d first seen Lulu at a screening of Brooks’ most famous film, Pandora’s Box. That day the girl had been wearing red. Red dress, red cloche hat, red lipstick and a string of pearls. Terry could hardly believe her eyes. She was like a vision straight from her wildest dreams. And she’d taken center stage in Terry’s fantasies ever since.
That night Terry had imagined her wearing nothing but the cloche hat and pearls. Lulu had teased and danced and flirted before finally splaying herself on the bed, open and offering.
Terry’s fingers tingled as she lost herself in the fantasy once more, imagining how it would feel to stroke the girl’s velvety skin, to kiss her rosebud lips, to press her breasts against Lulu’s. The warm softness of their bodies was intoxicating, belying the fierce urgency of Terry’s movements as she ground her hips against her lover’s.
Terry slipped the rope of pearls over Lulu’s slender neck and teased her naked body with them, drawing them along her spread limbs, over her taut belly, and finally, down between her legs.

from "Silent Passion" by Rose de Fer

Available in Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year volume 2


Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Girl Number Twenty


“Come here, girl.”
She blinked herself back into the moment. The schoolmaster was beckoning her forward. Her legs wobbled as she made her way to the front of the classroom.
“I can see you need a little more incentive to commit facts to memory. Something memorable in aid of memory.”
He opened the desk drawer and her eyes widened as he produced an eighteen-inch ruler. He slapped it against his palm and the noise resounded in the empty room.
Lauren stared at it, transfixed. “Sir, I . . . I’m sorry, I–”
“Quiet, girl! An apology is not the same as a lesson. When you fail at one, you don’t get to substitute the other. It seems you can’t pay attention when I try to teach you something. And girls who can’t pay attention will be punished.”
The word made her tremble. Her scalp prickled as she blushed to the roots of her hair. The embarrassment was exquisite.
Mr Gradgrind towered over her as he gestured to the desk with the ruler. “Raise your skirt and bend over.”

from "Girl Number Twenty" by Rose de Fer

Available in The Sexy Librarian's Dirty 30 volume 2

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

The Cosplay's the Thing

by kind permission RestrainedElegance.com
Jen looked more like a terrified rabbit than a queenly elf, but that was fine. Abbie was happy to guide her. As long as Will played fair. The three-way vibes between them were intense, but it didn’t have to be a competition. They weren’t fighting over Jen, after all, just sharing her.
‘You’re a very bad girl, you know,’ Will said, removing his hat and setting it on the desk beside his umbrella.
Abbie quirked an eyebrow at him. ‘Bad girls have all the fun.’
‘Hmmm,’ he said, looking pointedly at Jen. ‘We shall see.’
The girl blushed in response to the insinuation. Good girl, bad girl.
Abbie took over and led Jen to the bed. She could feel the girl trembling beneath her hands and she stroked her hair like a pet to calm her. Jen stood obediently still as Abbie slipped the circlet off. It had left indentations in her forehead and Abbie pressed her lips against the marks. Jen shuddered beneath her kiss before reaching out tentatively to touch Abbie’s face. Abbie caught her hand and brought the girl’s fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking them in turn.
Will had removed his jacket, but instead of taking off his shirt he was rolling up his sleeves. She frowned in puzzlement.
‘You are a very bad girl, aren’t you,’ he said more than asked.
Abbie couldn’t help but respond to the sexy authority in his voice. She gave him a sex kitten pout as she chewed a finger and traced a circle on the carpet with one high-heeled foot. ‘What are you going to do about it?’ she teased.
Jen’s face went scarlet as she realised what was about to happen.
Will turned Abbie around and slipped the katana off her shoulder. He pulled it from the sheath and inspected it. He flexed the plastic sword between his hands, testing its strength and clearly finding it sturdy enough for his purpose.

from "The Cosplay's the Thing" by Rose de Fer

Available in Come Play With Me Again

Thursday, 21 July 2016

Tested

I clasp my hands behind my back, grateful for the submissive posture. I couldn’t bear having to keep them at my sides and inside I plead not to have to.
Now there is the creak of a chair and a hint of movement in the shadows. The room grows a little brighter and I can make out the silhouette of a man as he stands and moves towards me. He is tall and intimidating, his voice deep and resonant.
I lower my head, keeping my eyes down as I’ve been taught. I have no control over what will happen next.
‘It’s time,’ he says.
His voice makes me weak. I feel lightheaded, as though I might faint.
‘Put your hands on your head.’
It’s a simple command, one I can easily obey. Gratitude washes over me as I lace my fingers on top of my hair. The position forces me to raise my head and I see him for the first time. His eyes are dark and brooding, his expression inscrutable. I can’t bear the eye contact, so I drop my gaze. Before I can focus on the floor, I see what he is holding. It’s a small whip. A dozen red and black tails hang from a braided handle.
He notices me noticing and brings the whip up to my eye level. Then he slaps it against his palm. The sound makes me jump, and I sense that my nervousness gives him pleasure.
‘Do you know why you’re here?’ he asks, his voice low and silky, full of authority.
I open my mouth to speak, but at first nothing comes out but a little squeak. I clear my throat and try again. ‘Yes, sir.’
His expectant silence prompts me for more.
‘My master sent me to you.’ I can barely bring myself to speak the words, but I manage to force them out. ‘To test me.’
‘You know of my reputation, then.’
Oh yes. Who doesn’t? I am overwhelmed by the reality that I am here. Actually here. With him. My head is spinning with the impossibility.
‘Hmm? I didn't hear you.’
‘Yes, sir,’ I say, my own voice barely a whisper. ‘I do.’
He nods, seeming pleased – both by my answer and my obvious fear. He looks like a judge about to don a black cap and sentence me to the gallows.
‘Very well, then,’ he says. ‘Stand still and straight. Arch your back.’
I had been expecting him to tell me to turn around. Instead, he stays in front of me and merely takes a step back. I feel my entire body begin to tremble as I realise what he intends. I lock my knees and inhale deeply.

from "Tested" by Rose de Fer

Available in Submitting

Monday, 6 June 2016

House of Lewd Shadows

With one hand he places a finger against my lips and pushes me back down with the other. ‘First we have to deal with the little matter of your trespassing.’
I close my eyes as my stomach takes a roller-coaster plunge. My thighs press themselves together.
I must have murmured something that sounded like a question because he’s suddenly standing over me again, peering down solemnly. ‘I don’t think that can go unpunished. Do you?’
I squirm, blushing furiously. ‘No,’ I whisper at last.
His eyebrows go up. ‘No? No what?’
Another powerful jolt of pleasure surges through me. ‘No, sir.’
He smiles. ’Good girl.’
I watch as he crosses the room to the dressing table, where a selection of objects is scattered. An ebony grooming set. Christopher selects one of the objects and hefts it in his hand, as though testing the weight. I tremble as I realise what it is. A hairbrush.
When he returns to the bed with it, I can hardly breathe. I just stare at it, wide-eyed and fearful, absolutely unable to speak. My silent compliance seems to please him. Although his expression is severe, at least there is the hint of a smile in his eyes.
He lays the hairbrush on the nightstand and sets about unfastening the silken ropes from the curtains around the bed. He takes his time, gently untangling each knot before slipping it free of the material. My heart bangs in my chest, pounding in time to the throbbing between my legs.
I want him to hurry, to get it over with. I want him to take all day.
At last he comes back to me. Taking me by the arm, he pulls me up and takes the pillows from beneath my head. He piles them in the centre of the bed and nods towards them. It’s painfully obvious what he wants me to do, but I can only stare at him pleadingly. My body simply won’t move.
He moves it for me, hauling me across the pile of softness, positioning me diagonally on the bed, with my bottom raised high in the air. I close my eyes, feeling lightheaded. When he ties my wrists together, I sink even deeper into a kind of submissive bliss. 

from "House of Lewd Shadows" by Rose de Fer

Available in Hard Bargains

Friday, 6 May 2016

Girl of a Thousand Positions

Two flappers laden with shopping bags and hatboxes were giggling outside a shop window displaying Roaring 20s fashions. Suddenly, an old car screeched to a silent halt on the street behind them. The girls threw up their hands in fright, dropping their parcels as two pin-striped figures emerged from the car, holding tommy guns. They were both women. An intertitle popped up.
YOU TWO! IN THE CAR!
The flappers obeyed and there was a lovely closeup of them huddling together on the back seat before a dissolve relocated the action to a swanky hotel room. The kidnap victims were gagged and tied to chairs while the molls stripped out of what were presumably their gangster boyfriends’ pinstriped suits. Underneath, each wore a silk chemise and what looked like a cross between a girdle and a garter belt. The camera panned up their black-stockinged legs and over their bodies while they contrived sexy poses, chatting to each other and taunting their captives.
The girls struggled against the ropes, pleading with their eyes. But the molls showed no pity. The taller one, a leggy brunette, crossed to a cupboard and took out what looked like a riding crop. She smiled cruelly as she slapped it against her palm.
NO ONE DOUBLE-CROSSES US!
Then the camera iris closed itself, trapping the girls inside a diminishing circle until the screen was black.


from "Girl of a Thousand Positions" by Rose de Fer

Available in The Pact