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Submissive Song Sunday

/ Jaye Elise / 5 Comments

Shame on you
Shame on me
I blindly blame you
When truly

You’re my blanket, you’re my skin
You’re everything within
You’re my guardian, I’m your sail
A boat in your harbor
Gone under, capsized and sinking
Blanket me, blanket me, blanket me, blanket me, blanket me…

– “Blanket Me,” Hundred Waters

Here’s another song that’s a go-to on my erotica writing playlist. “Blanket Me” by Hundred Waters is ethereal, haunting, powerful, evocative, all-consuming…all the things that D/s can be when it’s at its most sublime.

There is a heart-breaking vulnerability in her voice as she accuses him of leading her astray, leading her into the darkness, leading her into places she’s forbidden to go… Yet she quickly recognizes that he is her protector and savior, the one who can rescue her from plummeting into the darkness. She begs him for his protection…to be blanketed by his dominance.

This emotional tug-of-war is captivating in its simple intensity and the “blanket me” repetition at the end of the song has a mesmerizing, meditative quality about it. She has found her best and highest purpose when wrapped in his protection, his care, his love.

May we all be blanketed in the ways we deserve.

Have a wonderful week, all!

When Reality Meets My Reality

/ Jaye Elise / 7 Comments

Mr. Elise and I are about to have a house full of family for a few days.* Yes, I’m thrilled to have visitors. And yes, it will be lovely to connect with them in our home. But this is a curious situation in which Reality, with a capital “R”, intrudes on my reality and the results are jarring, abrasive, and unsettling. 

Jaye Elise lives in a computer, in my mind, in my friends here, and in my readers. “The other one” has to do the day-to-day heavy lifting, she’s the one with the visitors in the house, and she’s the one who can’t be her true self in front of others. 

And so, just like so many before me and so many yet to come—and I imagine many of you, too—I’ll put on my mask. I’ll wear it as long as I have to and not a minute longer. Mr. Elise and I will try to carve out stolen moments to drop our guard and see each other for who we really are. 

We’ll bide our time until our reality becomes the one with the capital “R” again.

*I probably won’t be posting too much either, but I can’t wait to come back and find out what I’ve missed! 🙂

Submissive Song Sunday

/ Jaye Elise / 5 Comments

So I’ll hit the lights and you lock the doors. We ain’t leaving this room ’til we both feel more. Don’t walk away, don’t roll your eyes. They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight.

– “Let’s Hurt Tonight,” OneRepublic

When I’m in writing mode, I have a carefully curated playlist I listen to. Nothing too energetic, nothing too beat-heavy, nothing too distracting. But every single song has some sexual electricity woven into it. It occurred to me that I could share some of my songs that get me into a positive frame of mind for writing and reinforce my submissive headspace. (Plus, I’d love to hear some of your suggestions in the comments!)

I’ve always enjoyed identifying supposedly “vanilla” songs and teasing out D/s subtext in the lyrics. Granted, I enjoy overt sexuality in songs, too. “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails, anyone? 🥵 But the Submissive Song segment is all about the subtleties…and alliteration, evidently. It’s about finding the songs that resonate with our inner kinksters, even when this might not have been the songwriter’s original intention. For this week’s Submissive Song Sunday, I present to you “Let’s Hurt Tonight” by OneRepublic.

On the surface, it’s the story of a couple that’s struggling to communicate, struggling to connect. They’re exhausted, they’re upset, they’re defensive. The man proposes confronting their challenges by shutting themselves away from the rest of the world and breaking through the stalemate they’re in.

Buuuut, as I’m sure my fellow kinkyfolk will acknowledge after a quick scan of those lyrics above, there is something delectably D/s-charged about this exchange. It’s no longer just a plea to do the emotional heavy-lifting that has to occur; it’s an invitation to sink their teeth into the moment and share the catharsis of a pain session.

They say love is pain, well darling, let’s hurt tonight.

Yes, please…

Risk/Reward

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I’ve been lucky enough in this life to have had some amazing, powerful, transcendental experiences. 

I’ve published multiple novels…including one on the way! I’ve ridden a horse in the wee hours of the morning through the streets of the city. I’ve made love on a beach in the Caribbean. I’ve watched the sun rise from the summit of a volcano. I’ve skied through mountains with the pine air caressing my skin. I’ve fallen in love with every fiber of my being and have had my heart broken into millions of pieces—more than once. I’ve savored the sweet nectar of submission as it coursed through my veins.

It occurs to me that each and every one of these experiences involved a risk/reward calculus. And, on occasion, I’ve taken some pretty significant risks—some of which make me shake my head in disbelief when I think about them. I’ve placed myself in a few dangerous-as-hell situations, situations that would give Mr. Elise a twitchy palm just to hear of them. (Please don’t tell him!) 😉

But I’m fortunate enough to still be here to tell the tales and to revel in the woman I was, the woman I am, the woman I’m becoming. The rewards for such risks are self-evident. 

And yes, sometimes you risk it all and your reward is pain. 

And yes, sometimes that’s the reward you were seeking the whole time.

He Wraps Me in Silk

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He wraps me in silk to complement my softness.

A softness that only He sees.

He wraps me in silk to remind me of my strength.

As He restrains my wrists to use my body.

He wraps me in silk to reinforce his dominance.

The fabric an extension of his hand around my throat.

He wraps me in silk to tell me I’m beautiful.

As He spanks me to tears to take away the pain.

In Praise of Older Men

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Throughout my adult life, I’ve always found myself attracted to older men. Sometimes older by a couple of years…and sometimes a couple of decades. While not always true, it’s generally been my experience that older men—especially more dominant men—are in possession of more knowledge, self-control, gravitas, patience, and perspective. And I can’t get enough of these qualities.

Mr. Elise is a bit older than yours truly. In fact, it’s one of the first things that attracted me to him. I was in a frenetic period in my life, and he provided balance, perspective, and care. He gave me the space to forge my own path while equipping me with structure and guidance. The attraction was irresistible.

Of course, it can be easy to over-romanticize our older gentlemen. After all, not every silver fox has a heart of gold. But for what it’s worth, I’d choose my older man again in a heartbeat. 

Hot Button Words

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Does any one else have a word that triggers their kink-dar? I’m talking about those normal yet sneaky, seductive words that form part of everyday conversations at work or with friends, and when somebody uses one…wow. You’re squirming in your seat, adjusting yourself under the table, and thinking all manner of lascivious thoughts. 

You know the words I’m talking about, don’t you? 

Okay, in the interest of pulling back the curtain a bit, I’ll go ahead and share one of mine with you… Training.

Seems harmless enough, right? 

Well, maybe it was harmless until it entered my twisted little mind and burrowed its way into my submissive soul.

A Dom training a new submissive to give and receive pleasure, to perfect new positions, to adopt new practices, to come alive in the beauty of the gift that is their submission.

That same Dom training his submissive’s cute little ass to take his cock. 

A submissive training their mind to be still in the face of challenges and to look to their Dominant for comfort and reassurance.

Is it getting warm in here?? 🥵

What are the words that ping your kink-dar? Please share in the comments, if you’re comfortable doing so – I’d love to weave these into a decidedly non-vanilla story for all of us to share!

Doms need TLC, too!

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Following up on my piece on truthiness in erotica, I wanted to touch on the fallacy of the “Dom as cool, calm, collected, and in control at all times” notion. 

As someone with (ahem) submissive leanings, I would love to believe that Doms inherently know all the right things to do, say, and share at any given moment. Of course they do, right??

For example, I sleep better at night without worrying about the things that Mr. Elise has placed outside of my control. But even he catches the occasional man cold or gets stressed about work. He’s human.

And the Doms in my novels)? They’re seasoned (and devilishly handsome) experts at tuning into the needs of the women in their lives. But even they struggle with their own anxieties and shortcomings—agoraphobia, PTSD, navigating loss, etc. They’re human…well, kinda sorta.

The point is that occasionally Doms, just like the subs that adore and serve them, need some TLC, grace, and special attention. As Mr. Elise often reminds me, “We take care of each other, just in different ways.” 

So whether it’s a case of Domdrop, anxiety, frustration, stress, or something altogether different, it’s vital to find a way to tune into their needs, to meet them where they are, and to forge a path forward.

After all, they’re human.