There's really a LOT of taboo stuff in Emily's Arrival, especially considering that it's relatively short. . .
On the porch, I was tied to one of the great pillars of the entryway. Each of the four elders had a scarim now, but before I felt them, the "children" of Prophettown came with willow switches, Sarah among them. (Remember that the "children" were all over 18.) They sang a little song, very much like "Ring around the Rosie," as they beat me with the switches. Charles told me later that the effect was charming. The words of the song went like this:
Beat the whore-ish bottom, beat the whore-ish bottom, make her feel how bad she is, just like the Prophet taught 'em.
After the children came the elders. Now occurred the most important part of this preliminary scene. The first three elders gave me six strokes each, and then went to stand in a row in front of me, but the fourth elder, playing the role of the elder easily seduced by the Whore of the Nations, after giving me three strokes with his scarim, stopped beating me, and said, "Oh, but she is comely! Brothers, shall we not avail ourselves of this whore?" And then, without waiting for an answer, he shrugged his robe to the ground and grasped my hips from behind. With a cry of erotic triumph, he was inside me, thrusting hard. I gave the scream I was supposed to give, at the power of this Son of the Prophecy.
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"Indeed it is a comely thing," said the Prophet.
"Let this whore be whipped through the town," said the first man.
"Yea, let her be brought to the place of men's refreshment," said the second.
"Let her be given unto the Sons of Prophecy upon Midsummer Eve," said the third.
"And let her master be rewarded by all the wish-maidens together," said the fourth.
I looked sharply at Charles. Surely this was the reason his part was highly coveted.
In the 34th book of Explorations, fantasy-Emily and fantasy-Charles finally arrive in Prophettown. The reception they receive will fulfill all fantasy-Emily's deeply held visions of public punishment.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex between the M's), spanking, ageplay. 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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In the latest book of EXPLORATIONS proper, Emily's Arrival, fantasy-me finally arrives in Prophettown. I bet you thought I would never, ever actually get there. I didn't think I would either, frankly--but where also could this strange story finally find some sort of closure?
The Prophet turned to Charles, who had risen when he did. "Show us your whore, good sir," he said.
With all his college theatrical training, Charles, standing behind me as I faced the four men and the rest of Prophettown, reached to my throat, and unfastened the hook that was all that held the scarlet cloak upon my body. The cloak fell, with a most satisfying whisper of silk around my naked limbs.
Was the gasp and murmur in the script? To this day I don't know, but I certainly appreciated it whether it was scripted or not. It was my true Story of O moment: naked in front of an entire town but for a leather collar and a flaming red mask, my red hair flowing loose (whore, remember?) down my back.
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"Indeed it is a comely thing," said the Prophet.
"Let this whore be whipped through the town," said the first man.
"Yea, let her be brought to the place of men's refreshment," said the second.
"Let her be given unto the Sons of Prophecy upon Midsummer Eve," said the third.
"And let her master be rewarded by all the wish-maidens together," said the fourth.
I looked sharply at Charles. Surely this was the reason his part was highly coveted.
In the 34th book of Explorations, fantasy-Emily and fantasy-Charles finally arrive in Prophettown. The reception they receive will fulfill all fantasy-Emily's deeply held visions of public punishment.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex between the M's), spanking, ageplay. 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.
I'm so happy that the first of my friends to return for a second go-round is the very first friend who answered, back in January. Joelle has a new book that provides readers with the huge helping of Joelle's fascinating character The Queen that we've been waiting for!
What's a favorite thing you've written since the last time you were here for Emily's Questions?
Hmm. I wrote what started off as "I want to add a BJ to this manuscript" that found me some 1100-words later. :D There was also two separate aftercare scenes that I really enjoyed writing. Oh but my favorite was the snarky "massage chair beating," shared for a Dungeon Crawl; as I further snarked in the intro, no I didn't tag my Master on Facebook when I promo'd that one.
What's a favorite disciplinary implement?
My Master says it's a beater stick. I think it's just a piece of plastic, maybe, and yeah, meant for BDSM play. It's maybe two inches wide, 1/4 inch thick, 6 or so inches long (yeah, good length for a cock :D). It's rather stingy and I used to rather hate it. My Master specifically played with it in a tapping way to get me to dislike it less, but yeah, it's still pretty good for discipline because I'll beg for His hand or a flogger well before the beater stick.
What historical time period (includes far future/sci fi and legendary past/fantasy) appeals to you a lot, where spanking and BDSM fantasies are concerned?
I specifically like steampunk a lot- Regency, Victorian is good, but steampunk is much better. I haven't read much sci-fi with spanking/BDSM themes (unless we're talking about John Norman's "Chronicles of Gor" or Cara Bristol's "Breeder" and well, I love Gor in some ways, Cara is the only author I've read so far who really utilized a sci-fi situation well in telling a love story that included spanking.) I do like contemporary, but I find it difficult because much of the word choice (like nub for clit, folds talking about labia, put me off stories often when they're used in contemporary fiction.)
What's one of the first piece of spanking/BDSM fiction you ever read, and how did it affect you?
Lying on the bed of the motel room, the morning after we'd enjoyed hours of lovemaking as my first girlfriend and I enjoyed once a month. This time she'd brought some book called "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty." It had such a lovely, flowery cover. She opened the book and we lay on our stomachs as we started to read; it was good to make love again before she and I left the room. I knew I wanted more BDSM than what she and I had inserted into our lovemaking. And I knew I wanted to write erotica.
I'll have to skip question 5 [Question 5 is about early spanking fantasies--Em], because I don't really remember my first spanking fantasies; I sadly didn't have much of a fantasy life involving sexuality until after I lost my virginity to rape and had to figure out how to come to terms with that experience because I had no adults that put the experience into proper context for me. Although now I'm amused to mention that my Master was creeped out as I was typing that paragraph up--not that He read the paragraph, but that I was watching the TV while typing all that.
Now swinging into a better direction than that sad paragraph, I want to tell a little story (before sharing quick the blurb for "Out of the Night: Book One," my bio--although maybe I want something more fun, more Sheri Savill-esque than the little thing that I have been using :D--and the buy link for it on Smashwords; yes, I still need to be spanked by a wet noodle for not taking the versions my tech guide made for me for Amazon, B&N, ARe :D). But a story I thought Emily would love to read when I sat down to write posts for my book tour for the re-release of "...Night..." Yes, the whole of Vala's Story started off as a birthday gift for my dom Tom--The Queen and Vala both interesting mixtures of him and myself.
I'm sure that Tom was a regular of Gotham City Cafe before I was--gods, I had to stop myself from typing Night instead of Gotham :D. It wasn't until it had moved across Woodward Avenue, became "new Gotham" before I properly met him. He was sitting with Larry at a large round table not too far from the coffee bar. Larry was trying to hit on me, tease me, I don't know exactly what, but I wanted no part of it. I noticed Tom, his beautiful eyes, his sweet smile, that gorgeous curly hair that I longed to bury my hands in. I cried, "I hide! I hide! Protect me!" and dove behind Tom's chair. I remember looking up at him at one point, batting my eyelashes at him. I dreamt of kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock in that moment. At some point he brought me up on a chair beside; his voice was so rapturously controlling, whether he was focused on ordering or not. I'm not sure if it that was that first Friday night or a later one when the time came that he sat in a chair opposite me and patted his leg, silently ordering me to place my leg on his lap, and then he started with his roll of black electrical tape, the tape claiming me as his bat necklace claimed me. In hiding, I found myself. In losing Tom, I lost myself for awhile, started doing drugs again for awhile, before my Master gave me the strength and the desire to get back off them.
And now for authorly type things :D First...
Out of the Night: Book One blurb:
Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...
The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...
They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...
Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.
Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.
And now buy it on. . .
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Now, barring any use of a wet noodle, or maybe a wet towel, if you can't just buy the book on SW (I don't know why you wouldn't :D) you can watch my "My Books" page http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/p/my-books.html for it to become available on other e-retailers.
And finally... Joelle's Bio:
Joelle Casteel has been writing for as long as she can remember. Explicit, graphic, her writing isn't for minors or the easily offended. Once upon a time, she preferred to write on a PC, sitting on a stool--there were those who told her she looked like Tori Amos playing the piano. She's still trying to get the hang of writing in an arm chair instead, her legs up on an ottoman because she's such a short shit that even the small armchair isn't small enough for her to put her feet on the floor comfortably. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books--which she will not name because she can't stand them--she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality. Remember, just because you feel BDSM in your heart, in your identity, it doesn't mean you have to give up on love--hardcore BDSM and love can coexist.
Towards the end of Caroline's Little Club, Caroline gets to have all her best ageplay friends over for a party. After dinner, they play in the basement, until it's time for the daddies to come down and play, too. When they do, George makes a rather suggestive comment as he comes down the stairs, and Caroline says something sassy in return.
"Linie," he said, as he came down the stairs, with Joe, Mike, and Dan behind him, "if your daddy says it, can it be wrong? Come over here for a paddling." He went straight to the couch, taking my paddle from its place on the end-table.
"You other girls come stand around and watch what happens to sassy girls like Caroline." It was only right that I should have the first spanking in my own playroom, I thought as I went over his lap. My daddy was intent on making an example of me, though, so I quickly regretted my decision to sass him.
"Ow! Daddy!" I said, squirming atop his lap.
"Hold still, Linie," George said. "Get that bottom up for me!"
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When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela.
Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way?
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(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)
Those lucky enough to be members of the Sensual BDSM Community know that my friend Sir Dušan, one of the community's founders, posts some of the most wonderful pictures you will ever see, portraying beautiful moments in loving D/s relationships. I wanted to pay tribute to so many of those different wonderful photos with this little story, and I wanted to try to write a prose almost as crystalline as the photo itself.
To open out the essential hotness of the hands--his in that authoritative position on the back of the neck that says so much about dominance; hers in the response that confirms the message--that was the task of the story. To open it out too far, though, seemed to me to be a crime against the aesthetic of the photo, so I stuck with a single scene of discipline and pleasure that might have occurred a few minutes before.
(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)
When she felt Marcel sweep her long hair gently aside, and put his hand on the back of her neck, Elise felt the usual thrill go through her body. She brought her own hand up, and laid it atop his. She said to him, without words, by the simple, elegant sign of a gentle pressure of her fingers, that the hand she touched now with her own, the hand that only ten minutes before, in their hotel room, had spanked her backside such a blazing red that it had hurt Elise to sit down at this lovely table, so that she had not been able to restrain a little whimper--that that hand held her heart in its palm.
Marcel had spanked Elise for forgetting to wear the panties he had told her to wear. He had wanted to see her in the black lace thong he had given her specifically to have on at weddings, so that when Marcel got amorous, as he invariably did at such occasions, he would be able to take Elise to the cloakroom and bend her over behind the coats, lifting her skirt at the same time, and pull the thong from the valley of her backside, and enter her just as he liked. He enjoyed taking her while she was still in her underwear; now he would have to forego that pleasure because of her careless oversight. Certainly having her without panties at the reception had its own rewards, and Elise could expect his hand to be under her skirt, fondling her, all night, but the black thong was special, and he would miss it.
He told her to take off the inconvenient--though pretty--panties she had worn, and he pocketed them. Then he told her to get over the side of the bed, with her skirt up and her bottom pushed out. As he spanked her first with his hand and then with his belt, he told her about how important it was that her body be available to him adorned as he commanded. Then, as he told her, further, about how he hoped that not wearing panties that night would prove a salutary exercise in shame, that very same hand that had beaten her found out the arousal the beating had called to her secret places, and brought her to a moaning, shuddering climax.
In that gentle pressure of her fingers, then, Elise said, "Thank you, Sir."
(Photo via Sir Dušan Gabrielson of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)
When Caroline and George attend their second "little party" the ulterior motive is to find a daddy for Caroline's former student Angela. The daddy Caitlin thinks might fit is named Mike, and he's brought a little named Rachel to the party.
Rachel had her knees drawn up, and her hand under her little nightshirt, I saw when I turned to look at her; she was sitting up against a beanbag chair, in the half-light coming from the TV, and she didn't seem to be paying attention to anything except the wicked fingers playing in her bare little pussy, which glistened faintly.
I heard Mary say, softly, to my left, "But. . ."
"I think," I whispered in her ear, "Rachel is trying to show us what kind of daddy Mike is."
Mary's mouth made a silent "Oh."
Ria, Wendy, Hannah, and Jenna, sitting against the couch at the other end of the room, were whispering fiercely to one another. Caitlin crawled over to them and said in the same stage-whisper, "Don't say anything! I want to watch!"
"You want to watch what?" said Mike--Mr. Chedell--from the archway between the living room and the family room. His face was utterly transformed, from roly-poly silly-joke-maker, to what my mind could only describe as "scary daddy."
Intellectually, I knew that Mike was a Broadway director and producer, and had been an actor before that. He was playing. But the act was so convincing that I felt fear rise very high in my tummy--not just for Rachel, and Caitlin, but for all of us, because scary daddies sometimes feel the need to teach a lesson to every little girl present at something as wicked as what Rachel had just been doing.
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Here's the blurb:
When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela.
Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way?
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