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A Little D/s Vignette

/ Jaye Elise / 5 Comments

Thank you to nora, Jon Grey, and Dark Tingles (from Bluesky) for contributing their hot button words in the comments of one of my recent posts. As promised, I’ve written a naughty little D/s vignette that incorporates our chosen words. I hope everyone enjoys! 

The blindfold heightened her senses in ways she hadn’t anticipated. 

The clean, neroli scent of his soap blended with the fresh sweetness of the rain that pattered against the open window and splashed onto the sill. The sound of her own heart beating kept time with his soft footfalls as he circled her naked form. Her knees ached against the hardwood floor as her nipples tightened, aroused by the delicious bite of pain. The thick plug throbbed in her ass, training her for the illicit pleasures he’d alluded to in their correspondence.

“Why have you come here today? What do you seek?” His voice rang out, clear and strong, startling her from her reverie.

“I come to serve you, Sir. I seek to please you.”

“Mmhmm. I see.” His footsteps stopped in front of her and she instinctively corrected her posture. “And what is it that you’re offering me?”

“I offer my submission, Sir.”

“Your submission in exchange for what?” His voice was closer now, his breath warm on her neck as he poured his question into her mind.

“I-I don’t know, Sir,” she whimpered, afraid to disappoint him.

“Allow me to help you then, little one. You are offering me your submission in exchange for my dominance. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?” She nodded as he brushed his knuckles across her taut nipple. “Use your words,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir, it sounds simple enough.”

“Good girl.” His praise washed over her, bathing her in soothing warmth. “And yes, to submit is simple, but it’s by no means easy. I’ll be providing you with discipline unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Dominance and discipline that will require every last ounce of your submission to endure and retain. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered as the arousal seeped from her exposed pussy.

“And is this what you truly want?” His finger trailed up her collarbone, across the pulse point along her neck, and settled under her chin, tilting her blindfolded face upwards.

“Yes, Sir. With everything I am, Sir,” she replied.

“Then you shall have it, little one.” He paused. “But be careful what you wish for.” His sinister laugh shot through her veins like ice water. 

The blindfold may have concealed the windows to her soul, but she’d been laid bare before him. There was no turning back. 

She was now owned.

Verisimilitudinous Kink

/ Jaye Elise / 5 Comments

So, if you made it past the title and are now reading this, thank you for hanging in there! Despite what you might think, one of my kinks isn’t using big words…although I am an unabashedly hardcore sapiosexual. 😉 

For those of you who don’t know and aren’t in the mood to waste a browser tab on looking it up (and I don’t blame you one bit), “verisimilitudinous” means having the appearance of being true or believable. It’s truthiness. 

I won’t speak for other BDSM, D/s, fetish, and/or erotica authors here, but from my own experience, I find that I skirt a razor’s edge of verisimilitude every time I sit down to write. 

I have to capture how the characters navigate their world, making sure that it’s sexy, yet focused enough to drive the plot. 

I have to describe intense scenes of power exchange, Dominance and submission, unorthodox practices, and sexual delights and torments that, in some cases, don’t even exist while capturing the very real emotional struggles and growth that come with these exchanges.

I have to draw from personal experience, when possible, while also making sure to not share too much.

The best kind of kink, for my money, is the verisimilitudinous kind. The kind that gives you just enough reality to suspend disbelief on some of the more far-fetched fantasy. The kind that pulls you into its world and holds you captive with curiosity, desire, and longing for what the characters are experiencing. The kind that sinks its teeth into your core and doesn’t let go until it’s through with you.

But for those of us who write erotic fiction, verisimilitudinous kink can be a liability. Where does the fantasy end and reality begin? How can you reconcile the extreme practices of some of your characters within the bounds of safe, sane, and consensual? 

And, most importantly, how to write this truth-y fiction without baring your soul to the entire world? 

There Should Be No Should

/ Jaye Elise / 7 Comments

I’ve written elsewhere about the notion of the word “should.” It’s an insidious little word that sneaks its way into conversations all too easily and to great detriment to all. 

Are you sure you should do that?

Maybe you should try taking things slower/faster/a different way…

Even though this feels good, I shouldn’t want it, shouldn’t need it, shouldn’t crave it.

We’ve all said it; we’ve all heard it. And it never feels good. “Should” implies judgement of ourselves and others. Why bind ourselves to narrow, externally imposed constructs of what “should” be right, “should” be acceptable, “should” be pleasurable? (Unless, of course, being bound is what you like…) 😉

And specifically, within the context of the BDSM, D/s, and other power exchange communities—provided you’re engaged in safe, sane, consensual practices—there should be no should.

I encourage us all to critically examine* our use of the word “should” and adapt accordingly.

* You know, I really shouldn’t split an infinitive like that. 😉

(Here’s a link to the song I reference in the image above, in case you’d like to have a listen.)

Undivided Attention

/ Jaye Elise / 4 Comments

“Eyes on me.” 

There are few things that bring a submissive to rapt attention faster than these three words. Ahhh, delicious, deviant, decadent attention.

And eye contact is vital, yes, but it’s so much more.

It’s establishing deep focus on the Dominant and placing yourself in their hands. It’s silencing external stimuli and establishing a cocoon of safety and trust within which you explore together. It’s recognizing the fundamental power in your submission and entrusting your body, mind, and soul to the Dominant. 

It’s the D/s power exchange distilled into its purest essence with three seemingly innocent words. Although, as powerful as these words and the implied exchange are, I’ve been noticing of late that there is another layer I’d not explored.

We live in a world in which our attention is parceled into seconds-long snippets, with clicks, likes, clips, vids, and other quick hits of social dopamine vying for our limited attention spans. There’s also the focus demanded of us by our careers, families, and friends…by our artistic and extracurricular pursuits…by the increasingly polarized and unsettling news cycle and state of current affairs…and I could go on. 

But for the briefest of moments – and for however long he commands it – “eyes on me” is a reminder that you’re in service of a higher purpose, one that demands your full attention. 

And I’m hard pressed to find many things sexier than that. 

A Little Inspiration…and Some FREE Naughtiness for You!

/ Jaye Elise / 6 Comments

Sexy Couple in Bed

I don’t often write about my writing process. Hell, I barely write about myself at all! Well, in the interest of turning over a new leaf as we draw ever nearer to 2018, I thought I’d talk a bit about inspiration—both what inspires me and also (hopefully) providing you with a bit of inspiration as well! 😉

Not long ago, I came across a new site in the kink world (and Seattle-based, no less!)—Wicked Daddy Academy—and took a look at some of their, ahem, unique toys. I may or may not have purchased a few (read: a shitload of) items. Purely for research purposes, I’m sure you understand… My first go-around (so to speak) with Wicked Daddy’s signature corkscrew made me a believer, and lo, the heavenly gates of inspiration opened up. *insert sophomoric euphemism about a screaming, sheet-twisting climax here* Well, I wrote a short story inspired by the toy and shared it with the creator to thank him and his team for a wholly new experience.

Wicked Daddy liked the story so much (see below), he’s shared it on his blog AND he’s offering a killer freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Woohoo! If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks, WD, for your generosity!

And for the inspiration… 😉

Cobalt Corkscrew“And have you been a good girl for your Daddy this week, baby girl?”

Lying back on the bed and completely nude, her head propped up on a pillow and legs splayed wide for the fully clothed man beside her, she wasted no time in responding.

“I’ve been so good, Daddy. No sassing, no whining, and most importantly, no coming. Just how Daddy likes it when we can’t be together during the week.” Each time they reunited, she looked forward to the ritual of reestablishing the dynamic between them. A perfect exchange of dominance and submission. A beautiful ceding of control to the man who was her everything.

“That’s what I love to hear, baby. What a good girl,” he praised her as he ran the back of his hand along her cheekbone and chin before dipping lower and twisting her nipple in a playful, lightly painful tease. “You know Daddy wishes he could be here with you all day, every day, but when he can’t, it makes him so happy knowing his baby girl is obeying his rules.” With his other hand, he slid a finger into her wetness before bringing it to his mouth and savoring her essence.

“And since you’ve been on your best behavior, I think it’s time to try something new with you. Something I’ve been holding on to for when you’ve been really good.” His grip tightened on her tender nipple and she winced as she inhaled sharply. “And I think the moment has come for you to get a nice little treat.”

It wasn’t a question, and she knew he didn’t expect a response, but it didn’t stop her from murmuring a quick thank you, Daddy. Releasing her nipple from between his fingers, he stood up and crossed the room to grab something from his dresser drawer. And when he returned to the bed, staring down at her with a look of frank, approving desire, she reveled in the need she saw in his eyes. So distracted by the dominance and possession in his gaze, at first she failed to notice the unfamiliar implement in his hand.

But when he held it out before her, inviting her to examine it, the sight of the new toy prompted her to close her legs. She didn’t know yet whether it was a protective or lascivious gesture, but knowing her Daddy, she had every suspicion it was the latter.

“Ah ah. You know the rules. Keep those legs open and that pussy accessible for your Daddy.” She spread her legs obediently, a warm flush creeping across her cheeks and chest.

The toy he held in his hand looked like some other glass toys they’d played with before. But yet so completely different. While most of the glass dildos he’d used on her were smooth, studded, or occasionally ridged, this particular toy was a perfectly smooth, deep blue corkscrew. A drill bit designed to tap into the core of her pleasure and release the wanton submissive within. A precision tool with one purpose and one purpose alone: to elicit pure sensation. And when wielded by a skilled craftsman such as her Daddy, she knew she was about to experience something truly sublime.

“Now, given that you’ve been such a good girl this week, and knowing how much my little girl doesn’t like her cold glass punishments—” she shuddered, a frisson of dread coursing through her, remembering the last time he’d used a refrigerated glass dildo in her ass, “—Daddy’s going to warm up your new toy before he uses it.”

Rubbing it between his hands, the corkscrew rose and fell between his deft palms, the solid glass clicking against the thick ring he always wore on his middle finger. “Now, let’s see what this magic wand can do, hm? I’m going to use that gorgeous pussy of yours today, baby, but someday I’ll be claiming your ass with this, too, so prepare yourself.” He winked at her, an eager smile setting up shop on his handsome face. “Hold yourself open for Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her hands sliding down her trembling belly toward her slick, bare folds. Using her long, perfectly manicured fingers, she spread her lips wide open for his inspection and to provide him access to her needy pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, occupying the space between her legs. “Here we go, baby girl.” He ran the cool tip of the toy along the length of her slit, collecting the wetness that he’d already coaxed to the surface. Even just brushing against her swollen labia, she enjoyed the solid weight of the toy. But it wasn’t until he teased the first inch inside her that she truly understood how different the thick corkscrew was from anything she’d ever experienced.

“I’m going to twist a few times and then, while you’re getting used to it, I want you to use your muscles to grip it, baby.”

With a mumbled yes, Sir and her fingers vibrating against her needy sex, she watched him screw the toy into her as a wholly new sensation flooded her pussy. Even had he not ordered her to squeeze the phallus, her over-stimulated vagina would’ve done so anyway. While her conscious mind knew there were only a couple of thick ridges embedded in her, it felt as if they’d multiplied exponentially the moment he’d penetrated her.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and encouraged her, “Another couple twists and a break for you to assimilate.” He sank the corkscrew ever deeper and an unrestrained moan escaped her lips. Her back arched off the bed, seeking as much contact with the new toy as her Daddy would permit. A fresh wave of her essence surged from her pussy and her wetness was now audible as she clenched around the toy, her Daddy lightly pumping it into her. Although she normally needed some clit stimulation to come, she was beginning to suspect that this unique implement—in Daddy’s skilled hands—was more than capable of nudging her over the edge.

“Getting close, little one? Like the feel of those ridges, do you?”

Given that she hadn’t stopped moaning since he’d slid it into her and she could barely hold herself still, his questions were more than a bit rhetorical, but she answered them nonetheless.

“Mmhmmm, Daddy…so good…so, so good…” she whimpered.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Now, you’re going to get one last hard push and then I want you to come for me.”

“Y-yes, Sir. P-please, Sir,” she stammered, not caring how desperate her voice sounded to his ears. And judging by the solid outline of his cock in his jeans, he loved hearing her pleas.

With a couple final twists and his palm pressed to the base of the toy, he sunk all six and half inches of the ridged glass into her pussy, fucking her senseless. The pressure against her cervix combined with the thick blades stroking her G-spot combined to sucker punch her with one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had.

But as she screamed out her release, Daddy surprised her yet again with another feature of the new toy. Instead of unscrewing it from her clenched wetness, he drew the corkscrew straight out during her climax, triggering her to squirt and soaking the towel he’d so cleverly laid out beneath her before their play session.

Silly with blissful satisfaction and exhausted after her powerful release, she let go of her pussy lips and covered her smiling eyes with her forearm. “What did you just do to me, Daddy?” she giggled sleepily.

“Well, if you’re not sure, baby girl, I guess that means I need to do it again, hm?” Her eyes shot open and registered the devilish smirk on his face before a fresh surge of lust pumped through her veins.

“Now, open yourself up again for me, and let’s find out what this thing can really do…”

Merry (early) Christmas, Kinksters!

/ Jaye Elise / 6 Comments

Party Mrs. Claus

Hello all!

With Christmas right around the corner, I wanted to reach out to everyone and wish you all the best this holiday season! 🙂

Yes, I know this time of year can be stressful for many.

Yes, I know that family (whether biological or otherwise) can try our patience.

Yes, I know it’s challenging to see joy in others’ eyes when you might not feel that same joy yourself.

Well, I wish I had some sort of kinktastic, zen magic to tap into to make everything merry and bright. Unfortunately, I don’t. But what I do have is compassion, positivity, and happiness to spare. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you find yourself in need of some light (and even if you loathe this time of year), don’t be afraid to reach out to others—kinky or not—and soak up a bit of that warm, cozy glow.

Dom/me or sub, Daddy or baby girl, Master/Mistress or slave, and/or any other designation you embrace, you deserve some light, love, and naughtiness. This time of year and always.

Big hugs! –Jaye 🙂