Edmund's mercy #SatSpanks

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Craving shame: the heart of the matter? Plus #CorbinsBend

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A fraught gangbang. . . Emily's Shameful Ride

The phrase "fraught gangbang" is not one I ever thought I would write, but it describes the modern-day action in Emily's Shameful Ride to a T.

As Joe slowly lowered the red lace to the middle of my thighs, I heard Sam gasp, presumably at the sight of my shaved pussy.  God, how naughty it made me feel to think that I was the one to initiate Sam into these Dominant delights and that my submission was turning him on this way! I knew it would go ill with me in certain ways because of it, and I thought of O, given to the young man who had never tasted Dominant pleasure before--and who is described as being of exceptional size and rigidity, just as Sam was--and of the way that young man brings O back to his room and takes her frantically both fore and aft, over and over. I knew that Perry and Joe would encourage Sam to use me hard, and that he probably would, but that thought itself made me wet.

And it's all available here, under the rubric of this blurbage: 

Edmund’s bride-saddle, which had never been used before, had no built-in fascinus, and so I was spared at least the menacing sight of the upthrust deity, though I was to learn not many days later that the cover of the saddle could easily be changed to reveal the ring into which would be set any of a number of fittings, and I was to learn also that a recent revolution in the manufacture of bride-saddles had brought it about that these rings were now standardized in such way that girls could be required to bring their own fascini to any occasion, and then forced to fit them to the house’s saddle themselves, and mount.  

In the 29th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily's ultimate defloration occurs atop her husband's bride-saddle, while fantasy-Emily continues her shameful service to her husband's junior colleagues. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the Ms), anal, spanking, watersports. 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.

Mr. Wilkes makes his will known: Emily's Shameful Ride is coming soon!

It's time at last for the next book of EXPLORATIONS proper. In the 29th book, Emily's Shameful Ride, the defloration of deflorations takes place for Victorian Emily, upon a device traditional in the "great drama" Emily has discovered: the bride-saddle. At the same time, in the modern story, fantasy-Emily is rendering shameful service to three of her husband's junior colleagues--I promise an excerpt from that plot for Friday!

I'll give you the tiniest of teases from the Victorian scene to whet your appetite:

He sniffed the air, and smiled. Then he insinuated the tip of his middle finger within the bottom he held, so far that I gave a startled cry, and leaped away from him a little. 

“Now, my dear,” he said, letting go of my hand, “you must make up your mind to it, or it will go very hard with you. I am renowned among my friends for my enjoyment of a trollop’s confusion at having her reluctance overcome and her bottom ravished, when she hesitates to give the full measure of the service I have paid for.”

And the blurb shall be revealed, of course!

Edmund’s bride-saddle, which had never been used before, had no built-in fascinus, and so I was spared at least the menacing sight of the upthrust deity, though I was to learn not many days later that the cover of the saddle could easily be changed to reveal the ring into which would be set any of a number of fittings, and I was to learn also that a recent revolution in the manufacture of bride-saddles had brought it about that these rings were now standardized in such way that girls could be required to bring their own fascini to any occasion, and then forced to fit them to the house’s saddle themselves, and mount.  

In the 29th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily's ultimate defloration occurs atop her husband's bride-saddle, while in fantasy-Emily continues her shameful service to her husband's junior colleagues. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the Ms), anal, spanking, watersports. 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. 

The Explorations series is a unique take on BDSM above all because of the strong individual voice of Emily Tilton herself, manifestly shaping the fantasy-elaborations of the series. Because Emily is interested in helping herself and others understand how BDSM can be lived within a mostly vanilla existence, the way most of us have to live it, Explorations has a unique element that Emily hopes will set it apart and make it useful: Emily has created a fantasy-version of herself (keeping to the tropes of the genre she knows so well, fantasy-Emily is an eighteen-year-old virginal bride with a self-abuse "problem"), whose fantasies and "realities" are the central subject of the stories of Explorations--but the real Emily also keeps her authorial, real voice in the margins, explaining and analyzing, and revealing from time to time the much more mundane, real version of the things Emily has transformed in the story of her fantasy-self. This doubling of the "I" in the first-person narrative of Explorations makes the series worth exploring all on its own. Come for the hot D/s, spanking, anal action. Stay for the exploration.

Defloration BDSM, Victorian Style--Emily, Bedded now available.

In the other excerpts I've been teasing with I've put the emphasis on the modern frametale with its incipient gangbang. For today, and for my Saturday Spankings snippet, I'm going to shift over to the Victorian defloration that occupies most of the book.

Edmund said, “Rise, and pull your night-dress up again. Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees at the foot, facing the headboard. Knees together, if you please.” 

After the ordeal of my first sight of his manhood, it was a relief to be allowed to turn away. I complied with his commands as he gave them, feeling keenly the exposure of my upturned bottom, lessened not at all by the narrow band of fabric within my tender posterior valley. Then, without any warning save a small rush of air, I felt my chastiser, wielded by my husband for the first time. He struck with such force that the sound was almost deafening, and I could not help screaming, knowing that the servants must hear, and so must know of their mistress’ need for discipline. The burning pain was terrible, and it grew with the passing seconds, until it was obliterated by the sound of the next stroke. He bestowed three strokes, slowly and deliberately: center, left, and right. Wantonly obedient, even in the agony, I tried to show him what Polly had taught me, pushing my bottom out for its punishment.

Tune in for the continuation tomorrow!

And the blurb (buy the book here!):

Now another scene took shape within my fancy: an invitation was sent out: Mr. Edmund Wilkes requests the pleasure of your company at the display, enjoyment, and chastisement of his bride for immodesty. In a private theatre, all of London society turned out in evening clothes; I, clad only in my aide-mari, was led blind-folded onto the stage, was bent over a bar and tied, with my bottom to the audience. Mr. Wilkes approached, dressed in a sort of ceremonial version of his dressing gown.

The 28th book of Explorations tells, in parallel, the stories of the narrator's ancestress' defloration at the hands of her dominant husband and of the beginning of the narrator's fantasy-avatar's night with three of her husband's junior-colleagues, as a prize awarded for exemplary performance.

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the M's), 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.

Made an incentive for three of Charles' colleagues--Emily, Bedded Cover Reveal

The Waterhouse St. Eulalia cover is back for another go!

This volume of EXPLORATIONS has two separate strands--the "gangbang strand" (not to put too fine a point on it) and the "Victorian BDSM defloration strand"--, both of which I (of course!) find incredibly hot. If your mileage varies on that, remember that the Victorian stuff will be collected into the Second Notebook in a few months. Also, there will be the "Emily, Spanked" version of the "incentive for junior colleagues" thing (aka the gangbang strand). See this page for a guide to all my plans for EXPLORATIONS to suit every taste!

What's a cover reveal without a teasing excerpt?

I was wearing the red lace panties with the bow in the front, because I was Charles' gift to his top-performing brokers. I was gagged, because they didn't want to hear my opinion on how they should use me. 

The ball-gag was just big enough in my mouth to make me always, always aware that I was gagged. The cuffs on my wrists that bound them to my belt were soft, but unyielding. 

I was kneeling in the playroom. Charles had led me in, and told me to kneel. The three men, in black bathrobes, were seated comfortably in the arm-chairs in front of me, so they had a fine view of my little breasts with their pink nipples.

And a blurb? (Buy the book here!)

Now another scene took shape within my fancy: an invitation was sent out: Mr. Edmund Wilkes requests the pleasure of your company at the display, enjoyment, and chastisement of his bride for immodesty. In a private theatre, all of London society turned out in evening clothes; I, clad only in my aide-mari, was led blind-folded onto the stage, was bent over a bar and tied, with my bottom to the audience. Mr. Wilkes approached, dressed in a sort of ceremonial version of his dressing gown. 

The 28th book of Explorations tells, in parallel, the stories of the narrator's ancestress' defloration at the hands of her dominant husband and of the beginning of the narrator's fantasy-avatar's night with three of her husband's junior-colleagues, as a prize awarded for exemplary performance. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the M's), 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. 

A multiple-man night begins--forthcoming: Emily, Bedded

Things are about to get rather intense for fantasy-Emily. To gain admittance to Prophettown and discover her heritage from Victorian Emily, fantasy-Charles has to make a rather shocking video, of what's going on here:

Perry put his forefinger under my chin, and turned my eyes up from his cock to his face. "Look at me, sweetheart," he said softly and menacingly. "We know about you. We know you're a little slut. Charles has told us all about you--about the porn and about how you get punished all the time for playing with yourself. You're going to get it tonight. Sam and Joe and I are going to have fun, but I'm sorry to say it won't be very fun for you, because I like to make sure my sluts learn a lesson about a man's rights, and about a man's pleasures."

And the blurb is revealed! (Snippet is from the Victorian tale.) (Buy the book here!)

Now another scene took shape within my fancy: an invitation was sent out: Mr. Edmund Wilkes requests the pleasure of your company at the display, enjoyment, and chastisement of his bride for immodesty. In a private theatre, all of London society turned out in evening clothes; I, clad only in my aide-mari, was led blind-folded onto the stage, was bent over a bar and tied, with my bottom to the audience. Mr. Wilkes approached, dressed in a sort of ceremonial version of his dressing gown.

The 28th book of Explorations tells, in parallel, the stories of the narrator's ancestress' defloration at the hands of her dominant husband and of the beginning of the narrator's fantasy-avatar's night with three of her husband's junior-colleagues, as a prize awarded for exemplary performance.

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the M's), 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.