Thursday, March 6, 2008

The Romance of BDSM (ADULT POST)

Hello! My name is Lisabet Sarai. I write erotica and erotic romance, and I wanted to let you know about Rough Caress, my book of short stories that will be released in April by Eternal Press. The stories in Rough Caress (which include excerpts from three of my published novels) all have BDSM themes (Bondage/Discipline/Sadism/Masochism).

Yech, you may be thinking. I'm not interested in pain or abuse or discomfort. Why would I want to read this book?

My view of dominance and submission is quite different from what you might expect. A D/s relationship demands a level of trust and communication beyond what's usually found in a vanilla relationship. The results can be fulfilling, transforming, and far more romantic than you might expect.

You find a brief excerpt below from "Wednesday Night at Rocky's Ace Hardware Store".



He halts in front of a rack holding wooden rods of varying diameters and lengths. I have small hands; I could not get my thumb and forefinger around one of the thickest. The thinnest are perhaps a quarter-inch in diameter, like the sticks used to mount children's balloons.

When he releases his hold on my nipple, I still feel the echo of his fingers on my throbbing flesh. "Bend over," he orders. Trembling with fearful excitement, I bend at the waist. I rest my hands on my thighs for support, but he can see that I am not comfortable. He flips my skirt up, baring my buttocks. "Don't move," he cautions, and then disappears, leaving me alone in this awkward and obscene position.

He is gone for what feels like forever. Slight currents of air brush my exposed ass like ghostly fingers. My engorged pudenda ache for his touch, and the scent of my lust is stronger than ever. Sweat trickles down my neck, dampening my hair. My heart sounds so loudly in my ears, I do not even hear him when he returns. He has a folding stepladder, which he assembles and places in front of me. "Hold on to this."

The position is more stable and places far less strain on my back. "Thank you, Master," I whisper, once again marveling at how finely tuned he is to my needs.

He slips a casual finger into my soaking cunt and wriggles it around. "You certainly are wet, Sarah." My pelvis churns at his touch. Without thought, I grind myself against his hand. I am rewarded by a sharp slap on my butt cheek.

"Be still!" he says softly. "I did not give you permission to move."

He continues to explore my well-lubricated folds. Meanwhile I press my lips together and tighten all my muscles, struggling to obey his directive of immobility.

"What are you thinking, little slut?" he whispers in my ear. "Tell me."

I can hardly speak, aroused and taut as I am. "That I'm yours," I gasp, finally. "That I would do anything for you."

"Really? Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" His voice holds that familiar hint of mockery, but I can tell he is pleased. He pulls his hand abruptly from my sex, and I almost cry out in disappointment. "Now, let me think about this..."

I can hear him rummaging among the dowels. My mind paints pictures of what he will do, what he will choose. I see him easing the fattest rod into my cunt. My sex spasms at the thought, and an electric thrill seizes my clit. But then, why would I think he'd prefer my cunt to my rear hole? He's told me, often, that taking me anally is the purest form of domination. What if he forces a dowel into my ass, presented so conveniently to him here in the aisle of this hardware store, where anyone could watch and observe my total degradation?

I almost come with that thought. But as usual, he surprises me. Just as I am getting control of myself, I hear a swooshing sound, and something burns a fiery track across my left buttock. Before I can recover, my right cheek is symmetrically assaulted. Tears rise and spill down my face at the sudden, spectacular pain.

I tense, expecting more blows, but instead there is the blessed relief of his palm, delicately stroking my inflamed skin. "Yes," he says, "this should do quite nicely, seeing as birch switches are fairly hard to come by in the city..." He circles me, raises me up, and deposits a gentle kiss on my grateful lips. "Don't you think that this will work well, Sarah?"




For more information and more stories and excerpts, please visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory, http://www.lisabetsarai.com. Visit
Eternal Press and Total-E-Bound if you're interesting in purchasing any of my currently available work.

2 comments:

Amy said...

Hi Lisabet - it seems I'm following you around the net! The BDSM lifestyle is interesting and more complex than most realize. I've only had passing introduction to it, and at this point satisfy my curiosity by reading. Best of luck in your writing.

ShatteredSoul said...

This sounds like it will be a wonderful read. Can you tell me where it will be on sale? Perhaps I can sell it on my site :o)

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