I’ve written a few times about our community, our lovely little corner of the kinky blogosphere where support, kindness, and comfort are of the utmost importance. Community is a big part of what inspires us to share our intimacies, our innermost thoughts, our most delicious, perverse natures…in other words, our truths.
In the spirit of this community, I was absolutely delighted when Marla from the Collars & Cuddles blog reached out to me to do an interview. I’ve always enjoyed her posts which feature a blend of nuanced sexuality, BDSM insights, and helpful educational pieces. And now I’ve had a chance to do a cross-blog collaboration with her – what a treat!
I hope you enjoy the interview as much as I did…and do yourself a favor and subscribe to Collars & Cuddles while you’re there! 🙂 Thanks again, Marla! 🥰
Who’s gonna pick you up when you fall? Who’s gonna hang it up when you call? Who’s gonna pay attention to your dreams? Yeah, who’s gonna plug their ears when you scream?
You can’t go on, thinking nothing’s wrong, but now Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?
Who’s gonna hold you down when you shake? Who’s gonna come around when you break?
You can’t go on, thinking nothing’s wrong, but now Who’s gonna drive you home tonight?
– “Drive,” The Cars
I hope everyone is doing okay. It’s a long weekend here in the United States, so I’ve got a little extra time to write and ruminate…I figured I might as well write a blog post! 😂
It physically pains me to call this one an “oldie,” but given that this week’s Submissive Song Sunday is more than 40 years old, I suppose it qualifies. Sighhh… 😉 Folks, for this installment, I give you “Drive” by The Cars, incidentally one of my favorite songs of all time.
There’s heartbreak, there’s loss, there’s melancholy, there’s pain… Every last note can crush you with its weight and take your breath away. And, while I don’t think Ric Ocasek had D/s in mind when he wrote this song, the lyrics “Who’s gonna hold you down when you shake? / Who’s gonna come around when you break?” have always held a special energy for me and my submission. The notion that someone would be strong enough to hold me through my struggles and keep holding me even when I’m at my worst? Incredible.
But the whole premise of this song is based on a series of questions, open-ended questions that only she can answer. Ultimately, she’s the one—submissive or not—who has to find her path forward. Most classic love songs have a narrative arc that drives toward redemption, toward understanding, toward togetherness. Yet here, we’re left with questions that only the strongest of submissives can dare to answer.
I was naive and wide eyed, But you made me see, That you don’t get to taste the honey, Without the sting of a bee, No, you don’t.
Yes, you stung me good, Oh yeah, you dug in deep, But I’ll take, I’ll take it, I’ll take it, Til I’m down on my knees.
I’ve got my hands up so take your aim, Yeah I’m ready, There’s nothing that we can’t go through. Walk a thousand miles on broken glass, It won’t stop me, From making my way back to you. It’s not real until you feel the pain, And nothing ever hurt like you, Nothing ever hurt like you.
– “Nothing Ever Hurt Like You,” James Morrison
After a few weeks off, I’ve got another Submissive Song Sunday for you, folks! Today’s offering is “Nothing Ever Hurt Like You” by James Morrison. Morrison’s sultry voice, the timeless quality of the composition, and the evocative lyrics are a perfect combination to drive this message home…mmmm…. Whether this “hurt” is emotional or physical—or a delicious combination of both—there’s just something about the refrain “It’s not real until you feel the pain” that…hits a little different for some of us. 😈 Have a listen and enjoy, friends!
On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to thank you for your warm reception of my new novel, Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance! I made it into the top ten in my category on Amazon, so that was an exciting surprise! For those of you who’ve purchased the book or read it on Kindle Unlimited, I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for your support and encouragement. 🥰
And if you haven’t checked it out yet, click on that link above and give it a read…and be sure to let me know if any of those kinky bits tickle your fancy, hm? 😉🌶️
Well, after a few fits and starts, it’s finally the release day for my newest novel—Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance! And it’s almost eight years to the day of when I published my first novel…also with a doctor involved. 😉 Given that I thought my writing career was over, this seems like the perfect way to christen my return. Thanks for sharing this moment with me, folks! 🥰
Happy reading and have a wonderful weekend, all! 🙂
Blurb:
When Leila Jones provokes New Cascadia’s dystopian government, the defiant young woman is sentenced to a deeply, intimately humiliating “reprogramming” at a special medical facility.
Her rehabilitation begins with Leila red-bottomed and gagged to deal with her sharp tongue, but the real treatment doesn’t start until she’s been stripped fully bare and tightly strapped down.
Spread open and helpless to interfere as her naked body is teased, tormented, and thoroughly, clinically mastered by the handsome doctor assigned to her case, Leila wonders how long it will be until she breaks and begs him shamefully to show her what it means to come like a bad girl.
But the more she makes him wait, the rougher it will be when he finally claims her.
Publisher’s Note:Sentenced includes sexual scenes, spankings, and extensive medical play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Well, folks, tomorrow I was supposed to be announcing the release of my new novel—Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance—but my publisher and I have decided to push it back by two weeks. Honestly, I’d rather get it right than rush it, but I was getting pretty excited to share Jens and Leila with you! But they’ll be with us soon enough, I suppose.
So until May 2, I guess I’ll have to come up with some other scintillating, scandalous smut to share with you, hmm? 🔥😈 Let’s see what I can cook up…
Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out NEXT WEEK (Friday, April 18)! For our final excerpt, Leila considers her changing circumstances, some new punishments she’s experienced (what the hell is “The Saddle? 😉 ), and how she might be able to endure her ongoing sentence at Repro 629.
Jolting herself awake from a nightmare she could barely remember, Leila found herself back in her cell, hands chained to the wall, wrapped in a blanket and a new set of scrubs, body aching from overexertion, and in desperate need of an orgasm. And the disc on her throbbing clit was still in place. Since arriving at Repro 629, this certainly wasn’t her first night in these circumstances. But something had shifted.
Since her sentencing, she’d been resolved to resist as much as possible. And her hatred for the Republic was more firmly entrenched than ever. But now Jens was opening her up to a world of experiences, sensations, and feelings she struggled to understand. After each session, he left her skin tingling, her passion roaring, and her senses maddeningly overwhelmed. She’d never met anyone who could read her so perfectly. And it had nothing to do with the myriad instruments and readouts from her time in The Chair.
His mastery of her body had begun on day one, but his mastery of her soul and her mischievous spirit had been deliciously stealthy and slow-burning. She now found herself craving everything that he could offer her. The pleasure, the pain, the spankings, the discipline, the bondage, the care, the concern…the kindness. After her stint in The Saddle and his gentle treatment when she couldn’t withstand anymore, she envisioned herself curling up in his lap any time she needed support. He’d become her source of discipline and comfort.
And she wanted both.
Leila and Jens arrive in Sentenced to the Doctor next Friday—I’ll share buy links as they go live!
You’re trembling, I like it, too And we’re never gonna get us enough of it What did we uncover? (It’s so good)
A dress in black remember that one Can’t take it back like I never had fun If only I could touch her (it’s so good)
We’re changing forms I’m losing you You’re black and blue Only when I touch you
– “Touch,” MOTHXR
Back again with another Submissive Song Sunday, folks! I’ve got “Touch” by MOTHXR on tap for you. Full disclosure for those of you unfamiliar with this group – this whole album is a D/s MOOD, my friends. 🌶️🥵😈 Like, picture your Dom having this album on repeat for as long as he wants to keep you on edge, and then keeping you there for those extra few beats…those sinful beats that remind you who you belong to…and then…whew…where was I??
Ah, yes…the song! Well, I think the lyrics speak for themselves on this one, but be sure to give it a listen and wait for the ending chorus of “let me sink my teeth in” on repeat… So sinful that you might need to go to confession afterwards!
Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out on April 18, and I’m thrilled to get to share with you! Each week, as we get closer to the big day, I plan on sharing an excerpt with you to whet your appetite a bit.
In this week’s excerpt, Leila has earned herself a(nother) punishment at Jens’s hand. And Jens is giving her the correction she needs, while also navigating his complicated feelings for her and their situation.
If he lusted after her yesterday, today he was positively salivating. And the sight of her exposed ass, trembling but ready to take his special brand of discipline, forced him to stifle a rumble from deep within his chest. Keeping his left hand pressed down on the middle of her back, he cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed it before doing the same to the other.
“Remember this is all about choices. And today you’ve chosen to have me punish this beautiful ass of yours.” Her gagged groan resonated throughout her body, and she wriggled beneath him. According to the console, her responses were off the charts. And she was about to get exactly what she was hoping for.
He landed the first spank at the join of her thighs and ass, and he marveled at how just one of his hands could cover so much of her exposed flesh. So tiny, yet so tough, she absorbed the blow with only the smallest grunt. With her head turned to the side, he could meet her eyes before the next spank, and he saw the deep need within them. And as he laid into her tight bottom, tattooing her cheeks with a couple more sharp, measured blows, he spoke to that need.
“You’re so incredibly strong. And you’re taking your spanking so well,” he murmured, caressing and soothing the pink palm prints he’d left on her. After two more cracks against the backs of her thighs, he got to the heart of the matter. “Tell me. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like not to have to fight all the time? To let yourself be taken care of? To channel your strength in another way? To not have to act out in order to be seen?”
She turned her head to avoid his gaze, but her trembling body betrayed her. The spanking was resonating with her on a deeper level than any other punitive measures had. If he wasn’t quite connecting with her, he had at least given her food for thought.
“Just a few more and then it’s time for your first session, Leila.”
She didn’t stir, she didn’t struggle, she didn’t complain. With a nearly imperceptible whitening of her knuckles, she tightened her grip and he worked on finishing the job he’d started, one that he both relished and regretted. While he loved disciplining his defiant little subject and suspected that she enjoyed it as well, he wished the two of them could be anywhere other than a government-sanctioned penal installation. If his Leila needed to be disciplined, then he wanted to be the one to do the disciplining. He didn’t want to be the arm of the government body mandating her punishment. It was a subtle distinction, but it made a world of difference to Jens and his dominant sensibilities.
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it!
You pull me in, skin on skin. I try to run, you pull me back again. ‘Cause there’s no end, the circle that we’re in. I guess I’m yours to guide.
– “Locked,” Welshly Arms
Well, yours truly is in a deeeeep mood today, so probably best to get some of this submissive energy out there so I can get some actual writing down without—um—distractions. With that in mind, allow me to share this week’s installment of Submissive Song Sunday, a sultry little number by Welshly Arms called “Locked.”
There’s something deep in the pulse of this song that moves me every time. The blend of softer, plaintive refrains with a hard-hitting chorus…a wicked guitar solo…and a singer who clearly feels every last note he’s belting out… 🥵 This one is borderline feral, folks – fair warning!
On the surface, this song delves into a toxic relationship of raw physicality from which the singer can’t escape. But—as I’m always on the lookout for that sweet, submissive, silver lining—I hear him describe the “twisted ride,” the “curse,” and the “hurt” as promises. As maxims to be attained, not avoided. There’s a craving of being locked into this relationship. A need to be pinned to the wall by it and forced to surrender. “I guess I’m yours to guide…”
I’d be curious if this one resonates with anyone else in our lovely D/s community. And, well, even if it doesn’t, you still get a great song out of it! 😉
Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out on April 18, and I’m thrilled to get to share with you! Each week, as we get closer to the big day, I plan on sharing an excerpt with you to whet your appetite a bit.
In this week’s excerpt, we get a glimpse of Leila Jones’s first session with Dr. Jens Kelly at Reprogramming Center 629. She’s strapped into The Chair and getting her first taste of what her punishment will be like. Unfortunately, her mouthiness has already earned her a gag, so she’ll have to be the silent, suffering type for the time being.
Poor, poor Leila… 😉
Leila couldn’t remember a time when she had felt more exposed and overloaded. Spanked, probed, cleansed, clamped, restrained, and gagged, she tried to grapple with how much her circumstances had changed in such a short amount of time. And she was losing the battle.
“I can see you’re struggling with this, Leila,” Jens murmured as he stroked her forehead. “You don’t want to like it, but despite your best efforts, you do. And I want to make you feel good, want to give you a taste of how nice it can feel to cooperate and to accept your treatment.”
She tried, yet again, to pull away, not ready to admit what they both already knew. The readings from all the probes and sensors were clear as day. She was enjoying his treatment.
“If you want to keep on fighting this, by all means, that’s your prerogative,” he whispered, running his gloved fingertips down her neck, across her collarbone, and over her clamped nipple. “But how about we make a little deal?”
“Deal?” she asked, though it came out as a grunt through the gag. Leila found herself more than a little curious about why someone in his position, someone holding all the power, would be interested in negotiating with her.
“That’s right, a deal,” he said, a smile lacing his voice.
It would’ve been so easy for him to be menacing, to threaten her with his size and strength, but his voice was soft, coaxing, and friendly. Leila felt herself becoming seduced by her handsome doctor and decided to hear him out. As if she had a choice.
“I need you to climax for me in order to get a measured response posted to your record. As with everything else we do in here, I’ll use that information in your ongoing treatment program. Now, one way or another, I’m getting that reading. If you play nice and give me an orgasm, you’ll have the rest of the day off to take a shower and relax in your room. But if you keep fighting this, I can promise you won’t get a moment’s rest until you surrender.”
Friendly, authoritative, and gorgeous. It was a lethal combination Leila had never encountered before. When her eyes locked with his and registered his patience and concern for her, she nodded her assent. She’d give him what he wanted. And she’d be fooling herself if she acted as if she didn’t want it, too. Badly.
“That’s my good girl.”
Her pussy and anus tightened around the probes, registering on the console, betraying her body and soul, and giving him scientific proof of how much she loved his praise, how much she loved being a good girl for him. He made a few annotations and tapped a couple of commands into the tablet. The sensations vibrating through her core intensified and her hips rocked and humped the probes, desperate to gain some leverage and get the penetration she craved.
Dr. Kelly, smiling at her from between her legs, seated the probes more deeply and locked them in position, filling her just to the edge of pain. He then grabbed yet another, smaller implement from the tray. “Ready to give me what I want from you, Leila?”
She nodded quickly, desperate for release. He ran his gloved hand across her inner thigh as he touched a vibrating, stylus-like device to her straining clit. As the console beeped frantically in the background, an audible reflection of her imminent release, she bucked and screamed into the gag as he ran the device in circles around her taut bud. “That’s it. Let go for me. Let this happen, Leila. Give me your orgasm,” he encouraged her.
The whole session came to a head within moments—the spanking, the nudity, the defiance, the gag, the comfort, the fear, the exam, the restraints, Jens —and she gave herself over to the climax. A searing light of absolute pleasure flooded her body, pulling in from her extremities and coursing through her, causing her to tremble against every restraint holding her in place. Leila begged for it to end, begged for it to continue, begged for it to wipe away the pain and darkness inside her.
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it!
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