Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Those Boys: Finding Truth in Fiction

Alison Tyler's new novelette
A quick confession: I read this juicy little novelette on a plane. That was probably not the wisest choice, knowing how Alison Tyler's words make me twist, smirk, and sometimes audibly gasp (see also: Dark Secret Love). Those Boys was no exception to my love of Alison's literary smut.

Quietly powerful dom Sandy encounters one of "those boys," the kind who know just how gorgeous they are and preen like peacocks, and immediately sees that what he really craves is submission. Sometimes the most swaggeringly confident alphas are just the type who need to be taken down. Hard. Sandy wastes no time in bringing his new prize back to his pet Vanessa (the same Vanessa from Those Girls), and the three of them begin to unravel their collective fantasies and needs.

The sex? Hot. The kink? Even hotter, and with twists that even my dirty mind didn't expect. But the most beautiful part of this work of fiction is how much it rings true. Sandy needs Vanessa (and his new third) every bit as much as she needs him, though he might not admit it to her in so many words. Even the most hardcore fantasies are infused with reality. When Sandy chains Vanessa to her writing desk and leaves for the day, he ensures her safety by leaving her a key, just in case. Rather than detracting from the fantasy, the elements of authentic attention to safety make the story feel real to a kinkster like me. I savored every second of this novelette, and have earmarked a few choice bits to read to my dominant on some not-too-distant night.

Want to read Those Boys for yourself? You're in luck! You can pick up a copy for your Kindle for just $5.99. Go do it now—you won't regret it.

Thank you for these words, Alison, and for giving me a few new ideas to explore with my top. And thank you to the wonderful Go Deeper Press for the ARC of Those Boys.

Follow along on the Those Boys blog tour:

July 17th—Lucy Felthouse
July 18th—Nicole Gestalt
July 19th—Karen Blue
July 20th—Jade A. Waters
July 21st—Those Boys official release date
July 22nd—Inara Serene (moi)
July 23rd—Annabeth Leong
July 24th—A.M. Hartnett
July 25th—Delilah Night
July 26th—Oleander Plume
July 27th—Erotica for All
July 31st—Helena Black

Thursday, July 17, 2014

I'm in Trouble


It seems I'm in trouble more often than not, though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I'm snarkier than I have any right to be. The odd thing is, I know exactly what mouthing off will get me, and it isn't the fun kind of punishment. No, it's the kind that ends with tears and a purple ass and a bite mark that could have been inflicted by a tiny shark. And yet... still I misbehave.
These were pretty much made for me.

So, what am I doing to get myself out of trouble? Everything I can. It's tricky right now, since he's out of town. My usual get-out-of-trouble-free card is a threesome. Pro tip: show up at your dom's door with a surprise extra woman, and you'll likely be forgiven for whatever dumb things you said the other day.*

But long-distance, I've had to get a little more creative. I sent him a few dirty pictures, but for us that's nothing out of the ordinary. I made a blog specifically for him, to curate images of scenes I hope to try with him someday. And, of course, images that I know will make him hard. I'm even thinking of showing him my latest story, which is (of course) about him. I never reveal my unedited, unfinished works to him, so this would be out of my comfort zone. Hell, I even suggested a suitable punishment, and not a fun-ishment. One that actually makes me as nervous as it makes me wet.

Any other ideas?

*Note: This is assuming you have an open relationship, and/or have negotiated threesomes in the past. I have specifically asked my dominant if surprise threesomes are okay, and he happily agreed. Also, he is casually dating/sleeping with the woman in question, so it wasn't completely out of the blue.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Day 30: Whatever BDSM/kink related thing you want to write about

Hmmm. How about a snippet of my latest work in progress about my most recent punishment? It is, like most of my writing, based on a true experience with my dominant.

“I only have three rules. Just three.”
I glanced up from sucking his cock and tilted my head. Why the sudden lecture? Who stops a blowjob to talk about rules?
“One. What’s one, slut?”
“Um. Um, I—“
“What. Is. One.”
“Don’t be a cunt?”
“Mmhmm. And what’s two?”
“Nice mouths only.” I dipped my face back down to his rather lovely cock to give a quick demonstration.
“And I suppose you’re doing decently at that one. Aren’t you?”
I let his cock slide from between my lips. “I’m trying, sir.”
“I see that, whore.”
I put his cock back in my mouth and savored the taste of him, and the feel of that smooth hardness on my tongue.
“And what, my little toy, is the last rule?”
I stopped sucking and hung my head, because now I knew what this was about.
“You must be dumber than you look if you think taking your mouth off my cock is going to make things better for you. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
I lifted my chin and locked onto his dark eyes.
“No glitter.” It was barely a whisper.
“What was that?”
“No glitter. I’m not supposed to wear glitter, sir.”
“Oh. Yes, that’s right. Strange, because from where I’m standing, your face is sparkling like a goddamn vampire.”
“But real vampires don’t—“
“Really right now?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry sir, I’m really, really sorry.” And I was.
“I don’t think you’re sorry. I think you’re sorry that you’re in trouble. If you really cared about pleasing me, why would you break such a simple rule?”
Good question. 

Monday, June 23, 2014

Day 29: Do you have a BDSM title? What is your opinion of the use of titles in general?

I've gone by many titles. Domme, Ma'am, submissive, top, bottom, and mistress, to name a few. My current title is "toy." I am my dominant's plaything, to own, loan, and do with as he wishes, so it seems fitting. I am also his submissive, and his property, but our "official" relationship (ha) is owner/toy.

I love titles. It makes me feel safe and cared for to know that I have this carved-out place with my top that a title indicates. Titles also turn me on like nothing else. When he calls me a "good toy" or a "good pet," I turn into a little puddle where Inara used to be. Nothing puts me in my place so quickly as a tug on my collar and a reminder that I'm his.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Day 28: How do you dress for kink/BDSM play? What significance does your attire have to you?

The most important piece of my kink attire is my collar. I'm only recently collared, so I'm still not used to the feel of the ever-present metal links locked around my neck. It's this wonderful reminder that what I have with my dominant is permanent, and always with me.

In terms of kinky costumes, you won't find a woman who loves to dress up more than I do. French maid, school girl, naughty secretary, exotic dancer, slutty teacher—you name it, I've probably got the outfit in the plastic box beneath my bed. Dressing up makes me feel beautiful, sensual, and wild, and I can tell it pleases my partners, which in turn makes me happy. My current favorite outfit is this pink, sparkly number (see the picture), because it makes me feel more confident in my body than anything else.
Inara's Favorite Outfit

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Day 27: Do your non-kink interests ever find their way into your kinky activities? If so, how?

Absolutely. I've been known to write an erotic story or two (ahem), simply because putting words to my dirty thoughts makes me happy. I'll write a story for my dominant, and he gets to peek into what makes me wet, what makes me tick. Once, he even made me write a story as a punishment (don't ask).

I also love to sing, and I've written a few kink-centric songs over the years. Does that count? Let's just say that counts. Maybe I'll get up the courage to post them here someday.

Kink is such an essential part of me that it would be well near impossible to keep it from bleeding into my other interests, and vice-versa.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Day 26: What’s your opinion on online BDSM play?

I don't really have an opinion on it, quite frankly, perhaps because I've never partaken myself. Sure, I've cybered, and sent plenty of kinky g-chats, but I've never played online with someone I didn't know in real life. It just doesn't hold any appeal for me. I don't have a problem with it, though. If online D/s makes you happy, the power to you. Just stay safe out there!