Friday, October 4, 2013

Now Available: Emily's Victorian Bridal Chamber

At long last, it's here (buy the book)! As an experiment, I've got five review copies to send as PDF's, if anyone's interested in giving an honest review on Amazon, Goodreads, or somewhere else. Contact me on my Google profile if you want one!

“Behind the dressing screen, Ma’am, you’ll find a night-dress—a gift from the master.” 
“I am to be permitted a dressing screen?” I asked, incredulous. 
“Of course, Ma’am. What would your mother think if she visited you here and found you without one?” 
On the little chair behind the screen was a beautiful, conventional night-dress. Without even thinking, for once in the past forty-eight hours, of being naked but for the aide-mari, I removed my linens and hung them over the screen, whence Mrs. Ramsay removed them, as a married lady’s servants do. I donned the night-dress, white and clean. 
Mrs. Ramsay squeezed my hand before she left, and shut the door behind her. I remained standing in the center of the room, for a long, long time, trying to determine even the smallest thing about my state of mind. I looked at the pin-box on the vanity; at the bed with its lovely chenille coverlet; at the dressing screen with its golden chinois design. Before I had even approached the question of my own existence, independent of this, my lovely room in my lovely house, the door-knob began to turn. 
Edmund entered, and shut the door behind him. He wore a black dressing gown, but, as far as I could notice, nothing else. He sat down in a chair by the fire-place, next to the table where Mrs. Ramsay had put my Smith’s trousseau.
Blurb (buy the book!):
"This last condition may seem strange, but it is absolutely essential that we have such evidence before we begin to plan for your visit, as the ostensible reason for your presence in Prophettown will be that you have applied to have Mrs. Smith fulfill the role of the Whore of the Nations in the yearly festival of the Angel of Love. We will explain further if we are able to reach an agreement, and you are on your way to Prophettown, but in brief the role of the whore is forbidden to the women of Prophettown, and so men from the outside world, who own submissives, apply (with a large fee, which we will of course waive in your case) for their submissives to play the part, because the owner of the girl who plays the whore is given his own special, highly-coveted, role in the festival. As you have no doubt already guessed, the role of the whore involves polyandrous service; in order to allow you passage to Prophettown, Mrs. Smith will have to be prepared to play it, and I will have to have the same sort of audition-video for her that I have for the other candidates. 
"Please let me know as soon as possible whether you agree to these conditions. Once you do, we can begin to plan your passage, which will have to take place very soon, since the festival occurs at midsummer, less than three weeks from now. 
"I am yours, sincerely, 
"Marcion, Prophet Richards" 
In the 27th book of Explorations, as the story of fantasy-Emily's connection with Prophettown gathers a frightening sort of momentum, the story of Victorian Emily's wedding-night also comes to its crisis point. 
This book of EXPLORATIONS contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Ff, Mf, ageplay, pseudoincest, diaperplay, spanking. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

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