Just a Little Restraint, Please!

Alison Tyler has this amazing blog, Trollop With a Laptop. Perhaps you've seen it? Well, if you haven't, you really should check it out, but I warn you, it's extremely addictive.

I was just perusing it before heading off to bed (I have to get used to going to bed at more reasonable hours since I'm starting back to work in the middle of the week) when I got all tied up reading a few hand-picked dungeon excerpts from some of the best erotic authors going--people like Rachel Kramer Bussel and Michael Hemmingson. Anyway, I get to the end of the post and she invites people to post their own dungeon excerpts on their blogs and report back. Well, you know me: you can't swing a dead cat around my stories without hitting a dungeon scene or three.

Here's one from a story called "A Public Spectacle." It's one you've most likely never seen since the story is, as yet, unpublished. Actually, this particular story is one big dungeon scene, but I'm just posting a short excerpt. Hope it pushes all the right buttons.

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“Ready?” Janice nodded her little nod. “Climb up on the horse, girl.”

My girl walked back into the light and, rather indelicately, climbed onto the black leather spanking horse in the center of the spot. She rested her feet and hands on blocks placed at the sides of the horse for her comfort. I followed her into the spot and clipped one ankle to a ring on the side of the horse and moved up toward her head. I clipped her wrist then made my way around the front of her and did the same to her other wrist and ankle.

I paused to admire her spread cheeks, with the white thong separating them, bottom slightly raised. I ran my hand over an ass cheek and gave it a little smack. No overt reaction. That’s all right. Working my way back up again, I took a handful of hair and lifted her head, enabling me to attach the snap hook to her collar, then to the ring at the head of the horse. “Make me proud,” I said—only for her ears.

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It’s at this point, when I finish fastening her to whatever piece of furniture I wish to start with, I feel the low buzz of electricity. It starts in my chest and begins to spread. It spreads up to my head and down to my balls and puts me in the proper frame of mind for the game ahead.

My girl is beautiful in her submission. Fastened, as she is, in this posture, she is the most beautiful girl in the world. She will be even more beautiful and desirable as we go on. I can sense people around us. I know they have felt the transformation too. They have seen the girl transformed from a plain-Jane you wouldn’t look twice at on the street to an object of desire. As her submission deepens, she will become even more desirable, and I will become even more desirous of her.

There’s something about public play that does it for me. When I hear the watchers breathing, becoming a bit restless, waiting for my play to begin, my feeling of power jumps to the next level. I know once I get started, I will cease to notice the crowd, but for now, for the beginning, it’s a powerful aphrodisiac.

Excerpt from "A Public Spectacle"

by D. L. King

All rights reserved.

My West Coast Book Tour Part I

Yikes! I've really been remiss about posting, but I think I mentioned that that might be a problem for me early on. What can I say? I'm a bad girl. I also promised I'd post about my West Coast tour for Where the Girls Are (actually, the tour was for my book, Where the Girls Are and Sacchi Green's books, Girl Crazy and Lesbian Cowboys.) so here's the first installment:

Beginning with the end, I just wanted to put this to you:

Seatac--Seattle-Tacoma Airport

I was on my way back to LA to hang out with Kathleen Bradean for one more day before returning home to New York. The above is a picture of the airport decor just before my Jet Blue gate. I'd been dragging myself, my laptop and my luggage around for a week. I sort of collapsed into a chair to wait for my flight but kept thinking about it and, though I was really tired, I just had to drag all my stuff back to take some pictures because I couldn't stop wondering why Seattle would want to decorate their airport with disembodied, bloodless stomachs?

'Cause really, that's what this is, right? I'm just sayin'...

There were other bizarre occurrences on the trip. Like, what's the deal with Segway tours? When I was in Toronto this line of people on Segways came gliding, single-file, down the sidewalk as we were parking the car. The very same thing happened in San Francisco, except they were on the buddy plan.

Actually, I think these things look like fun--geek fun, but definitely fun. And I'm a geek girl. One of these days someone'll take a picture of me gliding by on a Segway tour.

I'll be back later with the next installment and this time, I promise, it won't take me so long!

Oh, by the way, The Center for Sex Positive Culture in Seattle is a very cool place. Be sure to check it out if you're in the area.

I'll Be in DC

Washington DC, that is. I'll be at The Crucible's Leather Fleamarket this Saturday, 9/12/09! I've always wanted to visit The Crucible, so I'm really looking forward to this. I'll have copies of both Melinoe books to sell and sign, as well as a few copies of Where the Girls Are.

I'll be sharing the table with Beth Wylde and Amanda Young so, if you're in the DC area, I'd love to meet you. Please stop by!

I Know, I know!

I keep saying I'm going to blog about the west coast tour--and I will, but I was out chatting with Rachel Kramer Bussel over coffee, then on to the Union Square farmer's market, where I bought a lot of heavy vegetables and got really hot (the sweaty kind of hot--no, no, not that sweaty kind of hot, the other sweaty kind of hot--the not fun sweaty kind of hot) and waited forever for a train while practically drowning in sweat, sweat and more sweat. Yes, it was disgusting (but I got some beautiful tomatoes). I finally made it home and am working on cooling off.

I'm meeting friends at our regular bar, Urge. We go early, then maybe remember to eat, then some of us go back for the go go boys and some of us are good, and go home to write... Yes, that's right, you know in which category you fit...

But, so, what I'm saying is that I don't have a lot of time before I have to go back into Manhattan to drink and so can't spend that much time on the blog just now. So I thought I'd mention that the new reviews are up at Erotica Revealed. This month Erotica Revealed reviews five new titles:

As She's Told by Anneke Jacob, reviewed by Lisabet Sarai

Love Notes: A Music and Sex Anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, reviewed by Jean Roberta

Lust in Space by Lisa Lane, reviewed by Steven Hart

Ready to Serve: Arresting Gay Erotica by James Buchanan, reviewed by Kathleen Bradean

Trailer Park Nights 5: LA Women Don't Wear Underwear by Randall Lang, reviewed by Ashley Lister

Check them out.

For those of you who don't know, I publish and edit Erotica Revealed.