Kinky Book Reviews, Etc.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Famous for its deeply entrenched corruption and anything-goes sex trade, Bangkok is an ideal locale for a murder mystery with a kinky subtext such as Bangkok Noir. When a couple of prostitutes turn up bound, gagged, mutilated and dead, life at The Academy, Bangkok’s premier tourist oriented BDSM sex club, is turned upside down. Although the victims were not associated with the club, constant fear and dread by its owner and her staff are inevitable. 

The gruesome murders and ruthless corruption are balanced somewhat by exotic settings, unique characters, and expertly orchestrated BDSM scenarios. Written in the first-person, the point of view shifts every other chapter between the ex-pat former professor and her star switch. As the story unfolds, the police colonel investigating the murders initiates a femdom relationship with The Academy’s proprietress, who is a self-professed dyke domme, but seems to enjoy their arrangement anyway. This is definitely one of the most original D/s themed books I have read in a very long time. The exquisitely kinky and erotic BDSM play is just a bonus.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Famous for its deeply entrenched corruption and anything-goes sex trade, Bangkok is an ideal locale for a murder mystery with a kinky subtext such as Bangkok Noir. When a couple of prostitutes turn up bound, gagged, mutilated and dead, life at The Academy, Bangkok’s premier tourist oriented BDSM sex club, is turned upside down. Although the victims were not associated with the club, constant fear and dread by its owner and her staff are inevitable.

The gruesome murders and ruthless corruption are balanced somewhat by exotic settings, unique characters, and expertly orchestrated BDSM scenarios. Written in the first-person, the point of view shifts every other chapter between the ex-pat former professor and her star switch. As the story unfolds, the police colonel investigating the murders initiates a femdom relationship with The Academy’s proprietress, who is a self-professed dyke domme, but seems to enjoy their arrangement anyway. This is definitely one of the most original D/s themed books I have read in a very long time. The exquisitely kinky and erotic BDSM play is just a bonus.

Excerpt from Ponyplay Work-in-Progress

Jim Lyon


The stall was about the size of a small bedroom. Most of the floor was covered with a thick layer of straw and in one corner the straw was built up into a rectangular shape and covered by a horse blanket. Jody surmised correctly that area was where he’d be sleeping. In the opposite corner was a concrete slab with a drain in the center and on the wall beside it were two curled-up hoses, one fitted with a showerhead and the other an enema nozzle. 
Nancy began removing Jody’s clothes and footwear and soon he was standing completely naked before his fully clothed groom, feeling a bit humiliated and awkward. The shapely brunette eyed his body appreciatively then said with a smirk, “It’s too bad your cock is all locked up, you look like you would’ve made a good stallion,” before she placed a harness over his head and strapped it on snuggly at the back of his head.  
Taking the reins attached to the harness, Nancy led him onto the concrete slab and tied him to a crossbeam. Using the nozzle wand, Nancy nudged his legs to indicate she wanted Jody to spread them, which he did, then told him to bend forward. After he had followed her instructions Nancy placed the tip of the nozzle against his anus and slowly began easing it inside of him. Once it was seated properly she turned on the water to initiate the first enema.  
It was degrading yet also exhilarating having his bowels cleansed in such a matter-of-fact manner, but there was nothing he could do about it. Shaking with fear, excitement and arousal, Jody struggled with his conflicting reactions while Nancy filled his rectum with lukewarm liquid several times, flushed him out and washed the expelled effluent down the drain. Finally, as Jody stood docilely his groom retrieved a horsetail attached to a butt plug of considerable girth and gently inserted it into his anal cavity. Jody shuddered slightly when his sphincter snapped tightly around the massive plug as his rectum accepted the intruding device. 
Nancy led Jody to the center of the stall and patted him dry before slipping low-cut boots designed to resemble horse hooves on his feet. After that she placed leather mittens crafted to mimic the front hooves of a horse on his hands. Even without the benefit of a mirror, Jody could easily envision himself as a human pony, naked and transformed, ready for service. 
Shortly Jody was standing in front of the barn hitched to a sulky, outfitted with blinders and a body harness, when Jenny arrived and leisurely circled round him drinking in the visual impact of her newest pony boy. She ran her hand lightly along his thigh and said emphatically, “I sure hope you take to this because you sure make a fine-looking pony,” then climbed into the buggy and snapped her whip. “Let’s take a little tour around the ranch to break you in.” 
The first thing Jody noticed was how easily the sulky moved even with a fairly tall woman seated in it. Before long he was able to maintain a steady pace without difficulty. He imagined himself being a kinky rickshaw driver as Jenny directed him to follow a dirt road that ran parallel to the pastures to the south.  
With relative ease Jody carted his mistress around the property while she provided a running commentary on the surrounding landscape and structures. He learned that the ranch had been in her family for several generations and had originally been a cattle ranch. During the 1930s it was converted to a dude ranch and remained in that capacity until she repurposed it again to its present function ten years prior.  
The longer he pulled the sulky along the dirt road the more he began to appreciate the appeal of being a human pony. Despite the continual presence of the butt plug massaging his prostate, he realized it wasn’t just a sexual fetish; it was a vehicle for deep submission. Jody experienced a sense of liberation turning absolute control over to others, thus relinquishing his humanness and attendant rights and privileges.   
When they reached the far end of the ranch they saw several workers in the distance repairing a section of fence. Adjacent to where the ranch hands were working a team of human ponies stood hitched to a wagon laden with fencing materials. As Jenny and Jody approached the work detail, they could see that one of the workers had separated two of the ponies from the team and was busy securing them to the back of the wagon in preparation for administering discipline with a buggy whip. 
 “Mornin’ Bob,” Jenny said to the man holding the buggy whip when they stopped alongside the work party. “Got a couple of naughty pony girls I see.” 
 “Yep, you know how some extroverted ponies are, can’t keep their mouths shut. They’ve probably been going crazy being without their cell phones for a couple days.” 
Jenny chuckled. 
 “Well, teaching them to button it up is one of the perks of your job, wouldn’t you say?” 
Bob smiled slyly in response. 
After a few seconds Jenny continued, “Don’t let me interfere with your duties, Bob. I think it will be instructional for my newest pony to see the consequence of breaking the rules at Discovery Ranch.” 
It was fairly obvious that the crew chief enjoyed disciplining errant ponies. Without the warm-up one might expect in a typical D/s scene, he started out administering harsh blows that quickly elicited tears and cries of anguish from the recipients of his efforts. Jody felt a mix of pity and envy as he looked on while Bob brutalized the hindquarters of the two ponies, leaving a plethora of angry welts to remind them of their transgression. Finally Bob deemed he had accomplished his goal, set aside the whip and resumed his fence repairs. Meanwhile the chastened ponies sobbed quietly as they struggled to regain their composure.        

****

Upon their arrival back at the barn Nancy unhitched Jody from the sulky, but instead of leading him to his stall she walked him to a St. Andrews Cross situated just inside the barn and secured him to it tightly with his back facing outward. She instructed him to open his mouth, and when he did she placed a thick piece of rawhide between his lips and whispered, “Bite down on this.” Jody did as he was told. 
As Nancy prepared the pony boy Jenny watched patiently, savoring the moment. Her eyes glistened with excitement as the groom brought in a brazier with a branding iron resting on its grill then placed the ensemble close to the St. Andrews Cross. In a soft even tone Jenny began to tell Jody what was in store for him. 
 “Norah told us about your desire to embrace intense submissive experiences, so all of the other winners and I got together to discuss how to deal with that in a responsible manner. During our discussion we all agreed that we should each mark you in some signature way as a memento of our time with you, because regardless of whom you ultimately end up with we will all have been instrumental in creating the submissive you become. As it happens, whenever I take on personal ponies the natural progression of things is to place my brand on their buttocks to remind them forever who truly owns them. So that is the method I have chosen to leave an indelible mark upon your body and soul as a souvenir of my significance in your life.” 
As Jenny spoke Jody vacillated between dread and joy at the prospect of having his flesh seared by a red-hot branding iron. Part of him wanted this more than anything and part of him was terrified. It did seem a little extreme, but in a moment of clarity, he acknowledged that he had set the stage for this and that he never expected it to be easy, or for Jenny to be gentle with him. That epiphany brought on a calm that enabled him to face the impending test of fire. 
Without saying anything more Jenny snatched the branding iron off the brazier and thrust the glowing JA brand against Jody’s left buttock, holding it there to the count of five. Jody bit down hard on the rawhide, choking on his scream. The agony of this was far beyond anything he’d ever dreamed of experiencing. As soon as Jenny removed the iron from the burnt flesh Nancy moved in and slathered a soothing salve on the wound then left Jody to recuperate in solitude for a few minutes.  
Jody was roused from his post branding reverie by an unseen hand gripping the base of his tail and extricating the enormous butt plug from his anus. In a matter of seconds the same hand began applying generous amounts of lube to the gaping maw where the plug had been. Jenny looked on as Nancy prepped Jody before approaching her and lubing the horse cock-sized strapon protruding from her crotch. 
 Breaking the silence Jenny said, “Since you are effectively a mare for all practical purposes, you are available to be fucked by any mistress or stallion with an urge to indulge themselves. I know you’ve been stretched to be able to accommodate some sizable objects, but I doubt that you’ve ever had a horse cock up your ass. Today that will change. I’ll be careful not to cause any damage; however, it will be tough going at times. I think I can safely say you’ll never be the same after I’m done with you. Along with the brand, this may well be the most enduring legacy of your stay here.” 
With Nancy’s help Jenny eased the tip of the massive dildo into Jody’s anus. The already dilated opening resisted at first but finally began to relax some until finally stretching enough to allow the enormous phallus to penetrate ever deeper, ultimately working its way completely in. Although Jody had considerable experience with being penetrated anally by large objects, this was akin to giving birth and fluctuated between being intensely pleasurable and distressingly uncomfortable. The turning point for Jody was accepting that it was not his pleasure that was important; it was his mistress’. At that moment he allowed himself to become a vessel whose sole purpose was to serve Jenny.   
And Jenny worked him hard. She ploughed his ass deep and long, determined to give him the ultimate pegging of his life. Her oversized phallus stretched his opening wider and wider as she split him apart with abandon. Jody endured her painful pounding until it eventually triggered an endorphin high. 
They were both drained by the time their frenzied coupling was done. Jenny staggered to a nearby hay bale and sat with her head between her knees breathing heavily as she regained her strength, while Jody hung limply on the sturdy wooden X, dazed, dilated and sated. No matter what else transpired between them in the future, this had been a memorable milestone for them both.

Excerpt from Ponyplay Work-in-Progress

Jim Lyon

The stall was about the size of a small bedroom. Most of the floor was covered with a thick layer of straw and in one corner the straw was built up into a rectangular shape and covered by a horse blanket. Jody surmised correctly that area was where he’d be sleeping. In the opposite corner was a concrete slab with a drain in the center and on the wall beside it were two curled-up hoses, one fitted with a showerhead and the other an enema nozzle.

Nancy began removing Jody’s clothes and footwear and soon he was standing completely naked before his fully clothed groom, feeling a bit humiliated and awkward. The shapely brunette eyed his body appreciatively then said with a smirk, “It’s too bad your cock is all locked up, you look like you would’ve made a good stallion,” before she placed a harness over his head and strapped it on snuggly at the back of his head.

Taking the reins attached to the harness, Nancy led him onto the concrete slab and tied him to a crossbeam. Using the nozzle wand, Nancy nudged his legs to indicate she wanted Jody to spread them, which he did, then told him to bend forward. After he had followed her instructions Nancy placed the tip of the nozzle against his anus and slowly began easing it inside of him. Once it was seated properly she turned on the water to initiate the first enema.

It was degrading yet also exhilarating having his bowels cleansed in such a matter-of-fact manner, but there was nothing he could do about it. Shaking with fear, excitement and arousal, Jody struggled with his conflicting reactions while Nancy filled his rectum with lukewarm liquid several times, flushed him out and washed the expelled effluent down the drain. Finally, as Jody stood docilely his groom retrieved a horsetail attached to a butt plug of considerable girth and gently inserted it into his anal cavity. Jody shuddered slightly when his sphincter snapped tightly around the massive plug as his rectum accepted the intruding device.

Nancy led Jody to the center of the stall and patted him dry before slipping low-cut boots designed to resemble horse hooves on his feet. After that she placed leather mittens crafted to mimic the front hooves of a horse on his hands. Even without the benefit of a mirror, Jody could easily envision himself as a human pony, naked and transformed, ready for service.

Shortly Jody was standing in front of the barn hitched to a sulky, outfitted with blinders and a body harness, when Jenny arrived and leisurely circled round him drinking in the visual impact of her newest pony boy. She ran her hand lightly along his thigh and said emphatically, “I sure hope you take to this because you sure make a fine-looking pony,” then climbed into the buggy and snapped her whip. “Let’s take a little tour around the ranch to break you in.”

The first thing Jody noticed was how easily the sulky moved even with a fairly tall woman seated in it. Before long he was able to maintain a steady pace without difficulty. He imagined himself being a kinky rickshaw driver as Jenny directed him to follow a dirt road that ran parallel to the pastures to the south.

With relative ease Jody carted his mistress around the property while she provided a running commentary on the surrounding landscape and structures. He learned that the ranch had been in her family for several generations and had originally been a cattle ranch. During the 1930s it was converted to a dude ranch and remained in that capacity until she repurposed it again to its present function ten years prior.

The longer he pulled the sulky along the dirt road the more he began to appreciate the appeal of being a human pony. Despite the continual presence of the butt plug massaging his prostate, he realized it wasn’t just a sexual fetish; it was a vehicle for deep submission. Jody experienced a sense of liberation turning absolute control over to others, thus relinquishing his humanness and attendant rights and privileges.

When they reached the far end of the ranch they saw several workers in the distance repairing a section of fence. Adjacent to where the ranch hands were working a team of human ponies stood hitched to a wagon laden with fencing materials. As Jenny and Jody approached the work detail, they could see that one of the workers had separated two of the ponies from the team and was busy securing them to the back of the wagon in preparation for administering discipline with a buggy whip.

“Mornin’ Bob,” Jenny said to the man holding the buggy whip when they stopped alongside the work party. “Got a couple of naughty pony girls I see.”

“Yep, you know how some extroverted ponies are, can’t keep their mouths shut. They’ve probably been going crazy being without their cell phones for a couple days.”

Jenny chuckled.

“Well, teaching them to button it up is one of the perks of your job, wouldn’t you say?”

Bob smiled slyly in response.

After a few seconds Jenny continued, “Don’t let me interfere with your duties, Bob. I think it will be instructional for my newest pony to see the consequence of breaking the rules at Discovery Ranch.”

It was fairly obvious that the crew chief enjoyed disciplining errant ponies. Without the warm-up one might expect in a typical D/s scene, he started out administering harsh blows that quickly elicited tears and cries of anguish from the recipients of his efforts. Jody felt a mix of pity and envy as he looked on while Bob brutalized the hindquarters of the two ponies, leaving a plethora of angry welts to remind them of their transgression. Finally Bob deemed he had accomplished his goal, set aside the whip and resumed his fence repairs. Meanwhile the chastened ponies sobbed quietly as they struggled to regain their composure.

****

Upon their arrival back at the barn Nancy unhitched Jody from the sulky, but instead of leading him to his stall she walked him to a St. Andrews Cross situated just inside the barn and secured him to it tightly with his back facing outward. She instructed him to open his mouth, and when he did she placed a thick piece of rawhide between his lips and whispered, “Bite down on this.” Jody did as he was told.

As Nancy prepared the pony boy Jenny watched patiently, savoring the moment. Her eyes glistened with excitement as the groom brought in a brazier with a branding iron resting on its grill then placed the ensemble close to the St. Andrews Cross. In a soft even tone Jenny began to tell Jody what was in store for him.

“Norah told us about your desire to embrace intense submissive experiences, so all of the other winners and I got together to discuss how to deal with that in a responsible manner. During our discussion we all agreed that we should each mark you in some signature way as a memento of our time with you, because regardless of whom you ultimately end up with we will all have been instrumental in creating the submissive you become. As it happens, whenever I take on personal ponies the natural progression of things is to place my brand on their buttocks to remind them forever who truly owns them. So that is the method I have chosen to leave an indelible mark upon your body and soul as a souvenir of my significance in your life.”

As Jenny spoke Jody vacillated between dread and joy at the prospect of having his flesh seared by a red-hot branding iron. Part of him wanted this more than anything and part of him was terrified. It did seem a little extreme, but in a moment of clarity, he acknowledged that he had set the stage for this and that he never expected it to be easy, or for Jenny to be gentle with him. That epiphany brought on a calm that enabled him to face the impending test of fire.

Without saying anything more Jenny snatched the branding iron off the brazier and thrust the glowing JA brand against Jody’s left buttock, holding it there to the count of five. Jody bit down hard on the rawhide, choking on his scream. The agony of this was far beyond anything he’d ever dreamed of experiencing. As soon as Jenny removed the iron from the burnt flesh Nancy moved in and slathered a soothing salve on the wound then left Jody to recuperate in solitude for a few minutes.

Jody was roused from his post branding reverie by an unseen hand gripping the base of his tail and extricating the enormous butt plug from his anus. In a matter of seconds the same hand began applying generous amounts of lube to the gaping maw where the plug had been. Jenny looked on as Nancy prepped Jody before approaching her and lubing the horse cock-sized strapon protruding from her crotch.

Breaking the silence Jenny said, “Since you are effectively a mare for all practical purposes, you are available to be fucked by any mistress or stallion with an urge to indulge themselves. I know you’ve been stretched to be able to accommodate some sizable objects, but I doubt that you’ve ever had a horse cock up your ass. Today that will change. I’ll be careful not to cause any damage; however, it will be tough going at times. I think I can safely say you’ll never be the same after I’m done with you. Along with the brand, this may well be the most enduring legacy of your stay here.”

With Nancy’s help Jenny eased the tip of the massive dildo into Jody’s anus. The already dilated opening resisted at first but finally began to relax some until finally stretching enough to allow the enormous phallus to penetrate ever deeper, ultimately working its way completely in. Although Jody had considerable experience with being penetrated anally by large objects, this was akin to giving birth and fluctuated between being intensely pleasurable and distressingly uncomfortable. The turning point for Jody was accepting that it was not his pleasure that was important; it was his mistress’. At that moment he allowed himself to become a vessel whose sole purpose was to serve Jenny.

And Jenny worked him hard. She ploughed his ass deep and long, determined to give him the ultimate pegging of his life. Her oversized phallus stretched his opening wider and wider as she split him apart with abandon. Jody endured her painful pounding until it eventually triggered an endorphin high.

They were both drained by the time their frenzied coupling was done. Jenny staggered to a nearby hay bale and sat with her head between her knees breathing heavily as she regained her strength, while Jody hung limply on the sturdy wooden X, dazed, dilated and sated. No matter what else transpired between them in the future, this had been a memorable milestone for them both.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Both the cover and title of Jacqueline George’s Her Master’s Voice seem to imply that it is a story involving some degree of sexual slavery. Whereas there is a fair sampling of kinky sex in this book, including some of a D/s nature, that implication is considerably overstated. Set primarily in Singapore, with a few scenes taking place in nearby countries, this is a tale of an ex-pat English couple whose extracurricular sexual escapades inadvertently brush up against local corruption and terrorism activities. 

Tim is an oilfield engineer who spends much of his time away from home on remote boats and barges. During his downtime in the field he amuses himself with a sexy Malaysian woman and an ultra-feminine lady boy. Meanwhile, Sherry staves off housewife boredom by taking up yoga at a local ashram, which happens to be operated by an old letch involved with some questionable enterprises. 

Under the guise of “special training,” each week Papi selects one of his students to orally extract his essence. After deeming Sherry’s performance lacking, he arranges to have Sherry’s friend Ranji mentor her in becoming more feminine, in part by learning to play the “flutes” of a variety of Papi’s friends and business associates. Following an unsettling “mentoring” session that includes a Sapphic interaction with Ranji and coitus with a very unsavory businessman, Sherry terminates the mentoring arrangement with her friend. 

The couple’s out-of-marriage dalliances start to intersect with their personal relationship while they are enjoying a romantic weekend at a secluded resort. A man Tim rescues from drowning during his morning swim turns out to have been a recipient of Sherry’s flute training. While Alistair discretely feigns not knowing her when Tim introduces them, later developments motivate him to reveal to Tim the details of his first meeting with Sherry out of a sense of obligation to the man who saved his life.

After confronting her with this information, the two men orchestrate a punishment for Sherry that involves drugging her and whisking her away to a remote beach house owned by Alistair, where she is rendered naked, secured to a long chain and not allowed to leave. During her week-long stay there she is subjected to some inconsequential spanking and forced to watch Tim being pleasured by Alistair’s twin sex playmates.  

Shortly after this experience a convoluted series of events revolving around Tim unfold, including a harrowing escape from terrorists and a kidnapping by criminals. Along the way Tim’s own indiscretions are exposed and both of his part-time paramours end up living with the couple, a development that inevitably changes the dynamic of their relationship and triggers some sexual bonding amongst the feminine household members.

Perhaps the best features of this book are its well drawn characters and the deft manner in which the exotic locales are brought to life. The author excels at writing natural sounding dialogue, and accurately capturing speech patterns of characters with varied ethnicities, genders, and social status. Some may find the frequent use of euphemisms for genitalia and sexual acts tiresome, even though they are not as cringe-worthy as they could be. While readers seeking intense master and submissive scenarios will need to look elsewhere, overall this is an entertaining read with an imaginative plot and plenty of tasteful naughtiness.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Both the cover and title of Jacqueline George’s Her Master’s Voice seem to imply that it is a story involving some degree of sexual slavery. Whereas there is a fair sampling of kinky sex in this book, including some of a D/s nature, that implication is considerably overstated. Set primarily in Singapore, with a few scenes taking place in nearby countries, this is a tale of an ex-pat English couple whose extracurricular sexual escapades inadvertently brush up against local corruption and terrorism activities.

Tim is an oilfield engineer who spends much of his time away from home on remote boats and barges. During his downtime in the field he amuses himself with a sexy Malaysian woman and an ultra-feminine lady boy. Meanwhile, Sherry staves off housewife boredom by taking up yoga at a local ashram, which happens to be operated by an old letch involved with some questionable enterprises.

Under the guise of “special training,” each week Papi selects one of his students to orally extract his essence. After deeming Sherry’s performance lacking, he arranges to have Sherry’s friend Ranji mentor her in becoming more feminine, in part by learning to play the “flutes” of a variety of Papi’s friends and business associates. Following an unsettling “mentoring” session that includes a Sapphic interaction with Ranji and coitus with a very unsavory businessman, Sherry terminates the mentoring arrangement with her friend.

The couple’s out-of-marriage dalliances start to intersect with their personal relationship while they are enjoying a romantic weekend at a secluded resort. A man Tim rescues from drowning during his morning swim turns out to have been a recipient of Sherry’s flute training. While Alistair discretely feigns not knowing her when Tim introduces them, later developments motivate him to reveal to Tim the details of his first meeting with Sherry out of a sense of obligation to the man who saved his life.

After confronting her with this information, the two men orchestrate a punishment for Sherry that involves drugging her and whisking her away to a remote beach house owned by Alistair, where she is rendered naked, secured to a long chain and not allowed to leave. During her week-long stay there she is subjected to some inconsequential spanking and forced to watch Tim being pleasured by Alistair’s twin sex playmates.

Shortly after this experience a convoluted series of events revolving around Tim unfold, including a harrowing escape from terrorists and a kidnapping by criminals. Along the way Tim’s own indiscretions are exposed and both of his part-time paramours end up living with the couple, a development that inevitably changes the dynamic of their relationship and triggers some sexual bonding amongst the feminine household members.

Perhaps the best features of this book are its well drawn characters and the deft manner in which the exotic locales are brought to life. The author excels at writing natural sounding dialogue, and accurately capturing speech patterns of characters with varied ethnicities, genders, and social status. Some may find the frequent use of euphemisms for genitalia and sexual acts tiresome, even though they are not as cringe-worthy as they could be. While readers seeking intense master and submissive scenarios will need to look elsewhere, overall this is an entertaining read with an imaginative plot and plenty of tasteful naughtiness.

Reviewed by Grady Harp

Canadian author Wayne Clark has been around - as a journalist, a reporter, and editor, a freelance writer and translator, a copywriter, and an astute observer of life in all its permutations. He travels (all over Canada, across the pond to Germany and Holland, and down in the third American level of Mexico), he sees, probably fantasizes a lot. Stir that pot and out comes a novelist who takes risks and makes them pan out for him. he & She is his first published complete novel and if this is a taste of what he can create we the reading public are in for an adventurous ride.

At the end of the preface to this book Clark leaves us with the response of an attending nurse on our passing main character: `at the end of life our sexuality outlives the rest. Memories, meaning, love, they vanish long before.’ And it is that blend of saucy innuendos and philosophical flights of thought that makes this book work so well. Clark understands that fine line between assaulting the mind with testy imagery and keeping the verbiage distinguished enough to stay out of the porn house. He takes his story gradually, just like aging cells, and lets it settle in as an unexpectedly relaxed comfort zone. Chances, but safety nets. He does it well.

Kit Cayman is a horn blower and a composer who sort of wanders through life with alcohol and misplaced modifiers of relationships. He has always depended on onanism, magazine photos, and booze to satisfy what he believes to be his appetite. That worked for a while, even to the point of having a steady woman in his life (Alana), until middle age opened the door to pull him in (or let him down). When emotional flatness bears down on him he finds an Internet connection of a face and countenance that stirs him and associated with this intriguing woman is a suggestion of being a dominatrix. That dark corridor of desire for BDSM opens, Alana falls to the wayside, and Kit discovers those missing elements in his sexuality and his need for control and domination. Not knowing where this new-found satisfying outlet will lead he embraces it fully - and the rest is up to the reader to discover. 

Clark succeeds in this territory better than other authors in this genre because of the style with which he writes. He invites us into dark places but keep the focus on that inevitable force of how men cope with declining muscle mass, intellectual acuity, and sexual performance. He keeps it tight (though some condensing would improve the flow) and manages to walk that line of blue literature because he writes so well. A lot of promise for a first outing!

Reviewed by Grady Harp

Canadian author Wayne Clark has been around - as a journalist, a reporter, and editor, a freelance writer and translator, a copywriter, and an astute observer of life in all its permutations. He travels (all over Canada, across the pond to Germany and Holland, and down in the third American level of Mexico), he sees, probably fantasizes a lot. Stir that pot and out comes a novelist who takes risks and makes them pan out for him. he & She is his first published complete novel and if this is a taste of what he can create we the reading public are in for an adventurous ride.

At the end of the preface to this book Clark leaves us with the response of an attending nurse on our passing main character: `at the end of life our sexuality outlives the rest. Memories, meaning, love, they vanish long before.’ And it is that blend of saucy innuendos and philosophical flights of thought that makes this book work so well. Clark understands that fine line between assaulting the mind with testy imagery and keeping the verbiage distinguished enough to stay out of the porn house. He takes his story gradually, just like aging cells, and lets it settle in as an unexpectedly relaxed comfort zone. Chances, but safety nets. He does it well.

Kit Cayman is a horn blower and a composer who sort of wanders through life with alcohol and misplaced modifiers of relationships. He has always depended on onanism, magazine photos, and booze to satisfy what he believes to be his appetite. That worked for a while, even to the point of having a steady woman in his life (Alana), until middle age opened the door to pull him in (or let him down). When emotional flatness bears down on him he finds an Internet connection of a face and countenance that stirs him and associated with this intriguing woman is a suggestion of being a dominatrix. That dark corridor of desire for BDSM opens, Alana falls to the wayside, and Kit discovers those missing elements in his sexuality and his need for control and domination. Not knowing where this new-found satisfying outlet will lead he embraces it fully - and the rest is up to the reader to discover.

Clark succeeds in this territory better than other authors in this genre because of the style with which he writes. He invites us into dark places but keep the focus on that inevitable force of how men cope with declining muscle mass, intellectual acuity, and sexual performance. He keeps it tight (though some condensing would improve the flow) and manages to walk that line of blue literature because he writes so well. A lot of promise for a first outing!

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

The title of Canadian erotica writer Giselle Renarde’s recently released anthology, Giselle’s Big Box of BDSM, is somewhat misleading. Whereas there is some element of D/s in all 15 of this book’s stories, mainly it is the naughty but nice variety, nothing even remotely hard core. Perhaps for longtime fans the BDSM intensity level would be understood, but new readers of her work may find themselves thinking “Where’s the beef?”

If you can get past the disappointment of not getting precisely what you were expecting, you will find that the stories are quite well-written and imaginative. Whether or not they appeal to your sensibilities is a subjective matter. For the most part the characters are involved in heterosexual male dominated relationships, but some of the stories involve lesbian couples and one even ventures into femdom territory. My personal favorite features a ménage a trios living off the grid performing a fertility ritual in which the woman is secured to a wheelbarrow full of soil.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

The title of Canadian erotica writer Giselle Renarde’s recently released anthology, Giselle’s Big Box of BDSM, is somewhat misleading. Whereas there is some element of D/s in all 15 of this book’s stories, mainly it is the naughty but nice variety, nothing even remotely hard core. Perhaps for longtime fans the BDSM intensity level would be understood, but new readers of her work may find themselves thinking “Where’s the beef?”

If you can get past the disappointment of not getting precisely what you were expecting, you will find that the stories are quite well-written and imaginative. Whether or not they appeal to your sensibilities is a subjective matter. For the most part the characters are involved in heterosexual male dominated relationships, but some of the stories involve lesbian couples and one even ventures into femdom territory. My personal favorite features a ménage a trios living off the grid performing a fertility ritual in which the woman is secured to a wheelbarrow full of soil.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

The Mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt is the first of three novellas written circa mid 1990s now being re-released by Pink Flamingo Publishing as an anthology entitled The Classic Olivia Ravensworth. Although reasonably well-written, it is basically an erotic fantasy with very little plot but nearly non-stop sexual escapades. The story involves a twenty-year-old American woman who inherits the estate of her great-great uncle; the only condition of receiving her inheritance is that she resides in the family castle in Eastern Europe.

Although she is a chronic masturbator, Katherine is a virgin. Not out of prudishness mind you, she simply hasn’t found the right person or circumstance worthy of crossing that threshold. Upon waking after her first night in the castle, her twin French chambermaids subtly pleasure her to orgasm. This is the first time she has climaxed at the hands of anyone other than herself, and she has mixed feelings about enjoying lesbian sex despite being resolutely heterosexual. 

That first Sapphic experience proves to be tame compared to what is to follow. Not only are there numerous increasingly intense sexual adventures between Katherine and the naughty twins, Katherine indulges in suckling the lactating breasts of the castle’s cook and presiding over a lesbian orgy orchestrated by her servants. 

She immerses herself in her late uncle’s extensive collection of print and video pornography, and soon thereafter gradually begins openly masturbating in front of her staff and watching them while they engage in varied sexual activities with one another. She even starts inflicting light corporal punishment on her chambermaids, primarily because they refuse to reveal why her requests to have sex with a man are seemingly ignored. 

To appease her somewhat, they arrange a heterosexual orgy for her to watch. Finally, she gets her wish when Hans, a hunk who has been genetically programmed for longevity by Katherine’s uncle, shows up and tells her of her uncle’s hope for them to become a couple, and “Oh, by the way, I love you.” They have sex and post haste the story wraps up with a grand wedding – HEA implied strongly. 

Whereas this book has plenty of naughtiness – an important feature in an erotic book to be sure – it is lacking in substance. The story just drifts from one sexual scenario to another before ending suddenly. Many readers may find the somewhat florid language used to describe the details of the numerous sexual exploits a bit off-putting. To her credit, Ms. Ravensworth utilizes a vast array of euphemisms and metaphors with minimal repetitions. The bondage and corporal punishment kink is well done yet rather genteel. I opted not to read the remaining two novellas in this package after skimming them and determining that they appeared similar in quality to The Mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt, though with totally different themes.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

The Mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt is the first of three novellas written circa mid 1990s now being re-released by Pink Flamingo Publishing as an anthology entitled The Classic Olivia Ravensworth. Although reasonably well-written, it is basically an erotic fantasy with very little plot but nearly non-stop sexual escapades. The story involves a twenty-year-old American woman who inherits the estate of her great-great uncle; the only condition of receiving her inheritance is that she resides in the family castle in Eastern Europe.

Although she is a chronic masturbator, Katherine is a virgin. Not out of prudishness mind you, she simply hasn’t found the right person or circumstance worthy of crossing that threshold. Upon waking after her first night in the castle, her twin French chambermaids subtly pleasure her to orgasm. This is the first time she has climaxed at the hands of anyone other than herself, and she has mixed feelings about enjoying lesbian sex despite being resolutely heterosexual.

That first Sapphic experience proves to be tame compared to what is to follow. Not only are there numerous increasingly intense sexual adventures between Katherine and the naughty twins, Katherine indulges in suckling the lactating breasts of the castle’s cook and presiding over a lesbian orgy orchestrated by her servants.

She immerses herself in her late uncle’s extensive collection of print and video pornography, and soon thereafter gradually begins openly masturbating in front of her staff and watching them while they engage in varied sexual activities with one another. She even starts inflicting light corporal punishment on her chambermaids, primarily because they refuse to reveal why her requests to have sex with a man are seemingly ignored.

To appease her somewhat, they arrange a heterosexual orgy for her to watch. Finally, she gets her wish when Hans, a hunk who has been genetically programmed for longevity by Katherine’s uncle, shows up and tells her of her uncle’s hope for them to become a couple, and “Oh, by the way, I love you.” They have sex and post haste the story wraps up with a grand wedding – HEA implied strongly.

Whereas this book has plenty of naughtiness – an important feature in an erotic book to be sure – it is lacking in substance. The story just drifts from one sexual scenario to another before ending suddenly. Many readers may find the somewhat florid language used to describe the details of the numerous sexual exploits a bit off-putting. To her credit, Ms. Ravensworth utilizes a vast array of euphemisms and metaphors with minimal repetitions. The bondage and corporal punishment kink is well done yet rather genteel. I opted not to read the remaining two novellas in this package after skimming them and determining that they appeared similar in quality to The Mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt, though with totally different themes.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon


A common storyline in BDSM literature involves some variation of the entrée into the lifestyle by an individual with a natural predisposition to become either a dominant or a submissive. While the theme of Lena Austin’s Black Widow definitely incorporates this basic scenario, her take on it is certainly unique.

A freelance writer with a background in law enforcement, sociology and psychology is presented with a lucrative proposal to write a somewhat scholarly article about the BDSM culture for a prestigious psychology journal. He accepts the challenge and cajoles his roommate from college, who is active in the local scene, to help him go undercover as a potential participant in order to observe the lifestyle in action unfiltered. Things are going well with his research until Calder realizes that the D/s dynamic appeals to him, as does Kelly, a beautiful domme who goes by the name Black Widow.

Unfortunately, Calder’s attraction to Kelly is problematic since he is in no way interested in becoming a submissive. As the reader is to learn, Calder is definitely dom material, and Kelly’s D/s radar detects it. But by good fortune, she has been seeking someone like him to be her equal partner, so at this point the story morphs into a BDSM romance progressing at lightening speed - but not without a few bumps along the way!

Within the context of Calder’s research, this book functions as a sort of BDSM primer for outsiders and newbies. In addition to showcasing basic protocols and conventions, some representative “scenes” are also highlighted. Since the Black Widow is a part-time pro domme, the author carefully differentiates lifestyle and play-for-pay activities and sensibilities. 

Whereas I mostly enjoyed this book and would recommend it to new and long term readers of this genre, it has some issues that should be acknowledged. First of all, if lots of kinky sex scenes are on your wish list, you will be disappointed by this book. Virtually all the kinky stuff is devoid of sex, and the really steamy scenes between Kelly and Calder are hot but fairly normal – equal partners, remember? 

In many respects the romance has a kind of high school giddiness to it, which seems at odds with the strong personalities of both lovers. Kelly transforms into a domestic goddess to bake a truly decadent cake as dessert for their first dinner date at her house. And within weeks of meeting her, Calder presents Kelly with his mother’s wedding ring and asks her to marry him.

Soon afterward Kelly discovers that Calder is a member of the press club - a fact that he failed to mention - and a major tiff ensues that temporarily scuttles the walk down the isle. After they patch things up and seal the deal with some naughty make-up sex, the story segues to an epilogue that primarily chronicles a slightly schmaltzy idealistic BDSM wedding ceremony in which the bride and groom and all the guests are decked out in fetish-wear while the “official” iterates the meaning of “the bond” and punctuates the occasion by reciting a version of the Apache Wedding Blessing. HEA then fade to black.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

A common storyline in BDSM literature involves some variation of the entrée into the lifestyle by an individual with a natural predisposition to become either a dominant or a submissive. While the theme of Lena Austin’s Black Widow definitely incorporates this basic scenario, her take on it is certainly unique.

A freelance writer with a background in law enforcement, sociology and psychology is presented with a lucrative proposal to write a somewhat scholarly article about the BDSM culture for a prestigious psychology journal. He accepts the challenge and cajoles his roommate from college, who is active in the local scene, to help him go undercover as a potential participant in order to observe the lifestyle in action unfiltered. Things are going well with his research until Calder realizes that the D/s dynamic appeals to him, as does Kelly, a beautiful domme who goes by the name Black Widow.

Unfortunately, Calder’s attraction to Kelly is problematic since he is in no way interested in becoming a submissive. As the reader is to learn, Calder is definitely dom material, and Kelly’s D/s radar detects it. But by good fortune, she has been seeking someone like him to be her equal partner, so at this point the story morphs into a BDSM romance progressing at lightening speed - but not without a few bumps along the way!

Within the context of Calder’s research, this book functions as a sort of BDSM primer for outsiders and newbies. In addition to showcasing basic protocols and conventions, some representative “scenes” are also highlighted. Since the Black Widow is a part-time pro domme, the author carefully differentiates lifestyle and play-for-pay activities and sensibilities.

Whereas I mostly enjoyed this book and would recommend it to new and long term readers of this genre, it has some issues that should be acknowledged. First of all, if lots of kinky sex scenes are on your wish list, you will be disappointed by this book. Virtually all the kinky stuff is devoid of sex, and the really steamy scenes between Kelly and Calder are hot but fairly normal – equal partners, remember?

In many respects the romance has a kind of high school giddiness to it, which seems at odds with the strong personalities of both lovers. Kelly transforms into a domestic goddess to bake a truly decadent cake as dessert for their first dinner date at her house. And within weeks of meeting her, Calder presents Kelly with his mother’s wedding ring and asks her to marry him.

Soon afterward Kelly discovers that Calder is a member of the press club - a fact that he failed to mention - and a major tiff ensues that temporarily scuttles the walk down the isle. After they patch things up and seal the deal with some naughty make-up sex, the story segues to an epilogue that primarily chronicles a slightly schmaltzy idealistic BDSM wedding ceremony in which the bride and groom and all the guests are decked out in fetish-wear while the “official” iterates the meaning of “the bond” and punctuates the occasion by reciting a version of the Apache Wedding Blessing. HEA then fade to black.

Reviewed by Jim LyonAlthough it contains several well-written erotic D/s scenes, Dakota Trace’s Her Naughty Boy is not the standard femdom fare its title seems to suggest. This book is basically about a budding romance in a femdom setting, complete with a HEA following a fair amount of angst and emotional drama between nearly lifelong besties as they struggle to become a couple without putting their friendship at risk. Both Lily and Kyle have some baggage from past relationships that complicate matters, as does the fact that Lily is a lifestyle domme and Kyle is vanilla (mostly), his long-harbored yet unexplored submissive desires notwithstanding. 

As a rule I am not drawn to books that delve into the mechanics of complex relationships, but this one I found to be compelling. Anyone involved in the lifestyle, as well those who are BDSM-curious or wannabes, likely will benefit from the insights into D/s relationships explored within the narrative of this relatively short book. In many respects, Her Naughty Boy is also a good gateway book for novices because in the course of Kyle learning the ropes, much of the leather community’s sensibilities and protocols are touched upon in context, and in such a way that they don’t come across to readers as thinly disguised how-to lessons.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Although it contains several well-written erotic D/s scenes, Dakota Trace’s Her Naughty Boy is not the standard femdom fare its title seems to suggest. This book is basically about a budding romance in a femdom setting, complete with a HEA following a fair amount of angst and emotional drama between nearly lifelong besties as they struggle to become a couple without putting their friendship at risk. Both Lily and Kyle have some baggage from past relationships that complicate matters, as does the fact that Lily is a lifestyle domme and Kyle is vanilla (mostly), his long-harbored yet unexplored submissive desires notwithstanding.

As a rule I am not drawn to books that delve into the mechanics of complex relationships, but this one I found to be compelling. Anyone involved in the lifestyle, as well those who are BDSM-curious or wannabes, likely will benefit from the insights into D/s relationships explored within the narrative of this relatively short book. In many respects, Her Naughty Boy is also a good gateway book for novices because in the course of Kyle learning the ropes, much of the leather community’s sensibilities and protocols are touched upon in context, and in such a way that they don’t come across to readers as thinly disguised how-to lessons.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon


Welcome to Femanistria has the potential to be a good read for femdom enthusiasts. It is a story about a fairly successful man in his thirties who is deep enough into the femdom lifestyle that he owns a small wardrobe of female fetish-wear and a significant collection of BDSM accoutrements, which are used on him by the professional dominatrixes that he hires on a regular basis. Harry Tanhide takes a break from his electrical engineering consulting business and goes on a solo hiking trek through Eastern Europe during which he inadvertently crosses the border into Femanistria, an obscure country with a strict matriarchal society. 

For Harry, given his sexual proclivities, this development is an answer to his prayers. Soon he is lured into a life where he is essentially a non-person, a slave to all women and subject to harsh punishments at their whim. So far so good for hardcore femdom readers, but alas, the telling of this fantasy is where things go wrong. 

Perhaps there are readers for whom it is okay that very little progress in the story arc has been accomplished two hundred plus pages in, but I would hazard that they are a very small minority. An inordinate amount of the story is devoted to detailing the minutiae of day-to-day life at the facility where Harry is essentially imprisoned. The Femanistrian women are mostly portrayed as being shallow, petty, anal retentive and mean spirited. 

Even for an open minded femdom fan like me, it is next to impossible to see what the appeal was to Harry and his fellow prisoners. The punishments came off as brutal and often arbitrary, and the sexual components weren’t particularly arousing. Despite trying my best to tough it out to the end, I finally put the book down two thirds of the way through. There may well be some interesting plot developments in the final 100 pages, but I read for enjoyment and this book did not provide enough of it for me to continue. If after reading the above description and it still sounds appealing to you, then you are its target audience – read it and enjoy.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Welcome to Femanistria has the potential to be a good read for femdom enthusiasts. It is a story about a fairly successful man in his thirties who is deep enough into the femdom lifestyle that he owns a small wardrobe of female fetish-wear and a significant collection of BDSM accoutrements, which are used on him by the professional dominatrixes that he hires on a regular basis. Harry Tanhide takes a break from his electrical engineering consulting business and goes on a solo hiking trek through Eastern Europe during which he inadvertently crosses the border into Femanistria, an obscure country with a strict matriarchal society.

For Harry, given his sexual proclivities, this development is an answer to his prayers. Soon he is lured into a life where he is essentially a non-person, a slave to all women and subject to harsh punishments at their whim. So far so good for hardcore femdom readers, but alas, the telling of this fantasy is where things go wrong.

Perhaps there are readers for whom it is okay that very little progress in the story arc has been accomplished two hundred plus pages in, but I would hazard that they are a very small minority. An inordinate amount of the story is devoted to detailing the minutiae of day-to-day life at the facility where Harry is essentially imprisoned. The Femanistrian women are mostly portrayed as being shallow, petty, anal retentive and mean spirited.

Even for an open minded femdom fan like me, it is next to impossible to see what the appeal was to Harry and his fellow prisoners. The punishments came off as brutal and often arbitrary, and the sexual components weren’t particularly arousing. Despite trying my best to tough it out to the end, I finally put the book down two thirds of the way through. There may well be some interesting plot developments in the final 100 pages, but I read for enjoyment and this book did not provide enough of it for me to continue. If after reading the above description and it still sounds appealing to you, then you are its target audience – read it and enjoy.

Reviewed by Gabrielle

This book’s title tells it all. These five short stories are exactly that, “Strange Sex”.  They run the gamut from a retelling of Jekyll and Hyde to a tale of costume play and the world of Lovecraft and many things in between. Each of these stories are fast paced and pulled me in to their worlds. I especially enjoyed the twisted tale of what seems to be Sleeping Beauty.

This author has a great imagination and is willing to push the limits in these stories. The characters may be strange or enjoy what others perceive as strange but as they say to each their own. Each of these stories will bring you into another world and some will even have you wondering just what else could happen there. These stories may not titillate every reader but they will grab your attention and keep you engrossed in their happenings, I know they had mine.
Reviewed by Gabrielle

This book’s title tells it all. These five short stories are exactly that, “Strange Sex”. They run the gamut from a retelling of Jekyll and Hyde to a tale of costume play and the world of Lovecraft and many things in between. Each of these stories are fast paced and pulled me in to their worlds. I especially enjoyed the twisted tale of what seems to be Sleeping Beauty.

This author has a great imagination and is willing to push the limits in these stories. The characters may be strange or enjoy what others perceive as strange but as they say to each their own. Each of these stories will bring you into another world and some will even have you wondering just what else could happen there. These stories may not titillate every reader but they will grab your attention and keep you engrossed in their happenings, I know they had mine.

Reviewed by Jim LyonI found Hayley White’s pony girl novella, Trail Guard, to be technically well written yet kind of boring. Indeed, after getting about half way through it I had to stop reading - DNF. Probably what wore me down the most was the seemingly endless recounting of the day-to-day life of the pony girls. Although by and large pony play is a sexual fantasy, this story had negligible sexual elements up to the point that I bailed. And the minimal corporal punishment was far from being erotic.

The premise of this story is that a rural community puts on an annual Maypole celebration where young women, primarily daughters of the landed gentry and wannabes, vie for the honor of being selected for an eight-week pony girl training to prepare them for some kind of pony girl race and/or competition. Perhaps if it had been presented differently, it might have worked. Frankly, I was sorely disappointed by this book because generally I like pony play fantasies and therefore I am willing to suspend disbelief.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

I found Hayley White’s pony girl novella, Trail Guard, to be technically well written yet kind of boring. Indeed, after getting about half way through it I had to stop reading - DNF. Probably what wore me down the most was the seemingly endless recounting of the day-to-day life of the pony girls. Although by and large pony play is a sexual fantasy, this story had negligible sexual elements up to the point that I bailed. And the minimal corporal punishment was far from being erotic.

The premise of this story is that a rural community puts on an annual Maypole celebration where young women, primarily daughters of the landed gentry and wannabes, vie for the honor of being selected for an eight-week pony girl training to prepare them for some kind of pony girl race and/or competition. Perhaps if it had been presented differently, it might have worked. Frankly, I was sorely disappointed by this book because generally I like pony play fantasies and therefore I am willing to suspend disbelief.

Reviewed by Jim LyonRose Thornwell is a well-established erotica writer whose books often venture into the realm of female domination. Her latest anthology, Tales of Male Submission, demonstrates her mastery in this genre with a diverse array of stories featuring dominant women, sexually and otherwise. While the themes of some will be familiar to longtime femdom readers, the majority of the twenty-two vignettes in this collection cover fresh territory - not in the least standard femdom fare. 

Although there is no acknowledgement on the cover or the inside credits, five of the stories in this collection are the work of Roxanne Gray, a lesser known colleague of Ms. Thornwell. With the exception of one very short piece written from the second-person point of view, her stories are comparable in quality to those of the primary author. Together their stories make this anthology a recommended read for femdom aficionados.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Rose Thornwell is a well-established erotica writer whose books often venture into the realm of female domination. Her latest anthology, Tales of Male Submission, demonstrates her mastery in this genre with a diverse array of stories featuring dominant women, sexually and otherwise. While the themes of some will be familiar to longtime femdom readers, the majority of the twenty-two vignettes in this collection cover fresh territory - not in the least standard femdom fare.

Although there is no acknowledgement on the cover or the inside credits, five of the stories in this collection are the work of Roxanne Gray, a lesser known colleague of Ms. Thornwell. With the exception of one very short piece written from the second-person point of view, her stories are comparable in quality to those of the primary author. Together their stories make this anthology a recommended read for femdom aficionados.

Reviewed by Donna LeighStory of L is a lesbian retelling of the erotic classic, Story of O, and I must say that I liked Debra Hyde’s version much more than the original. In Story of L, Liv is searching for a way to satisfy “The Void” she has within her. The casual kinky play she engages in at the lesbian BDSM club, Hippolyte’s, is only a temporary fix for what she really craves. Liv struggles with her kinky identity. Is she happy as a switch? A bottom?

One night at the club, she meets Cassandra, a well-known mistress who’s been in the lifestyle for decades. The scene they share together is powerful; Liv has finally found the person that can satisfy her hunger.

Cassandra has long been looking for a sexual submissive (or a “darling”), but no one has met her standards yet. She wants someone to be a permanent fixture in her life as she grows older, knowing that despite her status in the community, older faces in the scene are being replaced by new ones.

When Liv learns that Cassandra is interested in her, she is ecstatic. But, she knows that Cassandra will not be an easy mistress to please. With the help of Cassandra’s assistant Reese, Liv’s submission is put to the test.

I really enjoyed Liv and Cassandra’s unconventional love story. The characters in this book were strong and multidimensional, including the secondary characters. The story is told from Liv’s point of view, so we really get a sense of what she’s thinking and feeling as she’s tested. Liv is no pushover; she has her own hard limits and her own questions about Cassandra that must be answered. Even though we don’t get Cassandra’s perspective, we learn a lot about her. Yes, she’s a hard dominant, but she also has vulnerabilities she shares with Liv.

The supporting cast was important to the story too. I loved Quinn and Reese, in particular. Quinn was a close friend of Liv’s, and she stood by her even though she had doubts about Cassandra. And Reese? Well, Reese was a key player in helping Liv through her journey to Cassandra. We get to see Reese experience his own awakening as well.

In addition to the great characters and story, the kink in Story of L is very hot! Sometimes I have a difficult time labeling degrees of intensity, so I’ll say that this book contains more advanced BDSM practices, including fisting, electrical play and caning. The BDSM scenes were very well done, and the non-kinky love scenes were sexy too.

One of my favorite quotes from the book: “Because without personage, submission is nothing more than obliteration.” 

This is such a powerful statement! I love it. Story of L is a compelling look at a Dominant/submissive relationship with lots of emotion and plenty of heat. Highly recommended! Story: 4½ stars; Heat: 4½ stars.
Reviewed by Donna Leigh

Story of L is a lesbian retelling of the erotic classic, Story of O, and I must say that I liked Debra Hyde’s version much more than the original. In Story of L, Liv is searching for a way to satisfy “The Void” she has within her. The casual kinky play she engages in at the lesbian BDSM club, Hippolyte’s, is only a temporary fix for what she really craves. Liv struggles with her kinky identity. Is she happy as a switch? A bottom?

One night at the club, she meets Cassandra, a well-known mistress who’s been in the lifestyle for decades. The scene they share together is powerful; Liv has finally found the person that can satisfy her hunger.

Cassandra has long been looking for a sexual submissive (or a “darling”), but no one has met her standards yet. She wants someone to be a permanent fixture in her life as she grows older, knowing that despite her status in the community, older faces in the scene are being replaced by new ones.

When Liv learns that Cassandra is interested in her, she is ecstatic. But, she knows that Cassandra will not be an easy mistress to please. With the help of Cassandra’s assistant Reese, Liv’s submission is put to the test.

I really enjoyed Liv and Cassandra’s unconventional love story. The characters in this book were strong and multidimensional, including the secondary characters. The story is told from Liv’s point of view, so we really get a sense of what she’s thinking and feeling as she’s tested. Liv is no pushover; she has her own hard limits and her own questions about Cassandra that must be answered. Even though we don’t get Cassandra’s perspective, we learn a lot about her. Yes, she’s a hard dominant, but she also has vulnerabilities she shares with Liv.

The supporting cast was important to the story too. I loved Quinn and Reese, in particular. Quinn was a close friend of Liv’s, and she stood by her even though she had doubts about Cassandra. And Reese? Well, Reese was a key player in helping Liv through her journey to Cassandra. We get to see Reese experience his own awakening as well.

In addition to the great characters and story, the kink in Story of L is very hot! Sometimes I have a difficult time labeling degrees of intensity, so I’ll say that this book contains more advanced BDSM practices, including fisting, electrical play and caning. The BDSM scenes were very well done, and the non-kinky love scenes were sexy too.

One of my favorite quotes from the book: “Because without personage, submission is nothing more than obliteration.”

This is such a powerful statement! I love it. Story of L is a compelling look at a Dominant/submissive relationship with lots of emotion and plenty of heat. Highly recommended! Story: 4½ stars; Heat: 4½ stars.

Reviewed by Jim LyonGemma Parkes’ erotic anthology, Submit To Me! – Three Tales of Sexual Submission, is a well-written, if short, collection of sensually-oriented BDSM vignettes. The first recounts a prolonged sexual liaison that the woman initiated by provocatively declaring two days previously, “Tie me up, I want to be your slave.” The naughty coupling includes elements of ice, wax and impact play that are mild enough to not run off readers with somewhat genteel sensibilities. 

The second story is a sort of fantasy femdom scenario in which a young man is brought to the chamber of a mysteriously powerful woman to account for bedding her “beautiful maidens”. Basically his comeuppance entails being humiliated by being stripped, bound, sensually flogged, sexually teased, and brought to orgasm via anal penetration by a beguiling mistress. Oh the horror! Doubtless he’ll never do that again now that he knows the consequences. 

The final tale has a little more substance to it than pure erotica. It chronicles the early stages of a romance that begins with a chance meeting at a medieval convention. A newly acquainted man and woman are enraptured by an exhibit with a female dummy kneeling with her head and wrists secured to a wooden stock. That vision fuels their growing sexual attraction and soon they retire to Brad’s apartment to consummate their lust. Becky never goes home and before long they commission a carpenter to build a wooden stock for their personal use. Prior to the curtain falling, Becky and Brad take their new toy for a trial run in grand style.
Reviewed by Jim Lyon

Gemma Parkes’ erotic anthology, Submit To Me! – Three Tales of Sexual Submission, is a well-written, if short, collection of sensually-oriented BDSM vignettes. The first recounts a prolonged sexual liaison that the woman initiated by provocatively declaring two days previously, “Tie me up, I want to be your slave.” The naughty coupling includes elements of ice, wax and impact play that are mild enough to not run off readers with somewhat genteel sensibilities.

The second story is a sort of fantasy femdom scenario in which a young man is brought to the chamber of a mysteriously powerful woman to account for bedding her “beautiful maidens”. Basically his comeuppance entails being humiliated by being stripped, bound, sensually flogged, sexually teased, and brought to orgasm via anal penetration by a beguiling mistress. Oh the horror! Doubtless he’ll never do that again now that he knows the consequences.

The final tale has a little more substance to it than pure erotica. It chronicles the early stages of a romance that begins with a chance meeting at a medieval convention. A newly acquainted man and woman are enraptured by an exhibit with a female dummy kneeling with her head and wrists secured to a wooden stock. That vision fuels their growing sexual attraction and soon they retire to Brad’s apartment to consummate their lust. Becky never goes home and before long they commission a carpenter to build a wooden stock for their personal use. Prior to the curtain falling, Becky and Brad take their new toy for a trial run in grand style.

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An intriguing new femme domme romance and a treat for fans of brilliantly written erotica! Basically this is a story of kismet in a femdom setting. Through different paths two people discover their affinity for BDSM and set out to find a compatible partner. Uncharted Territory follows the journey of Samantha and Matt from the twists of fate that enable them to acknowledge their true sexual nature through their star crossed romance.

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