Passion Undiminished

Here is a taste of my latest novella, Passion Undiminished, now available for kindle on Amazon.com.  In this novella we learn how Lisa and Tom met, and began their journey into a female led relationship.


Trembling, I kneel at the feet of my Goddess Lisa. I bend, and reverently kiss the toe of her black leather boot, following that kiss with another and another. I kiss along her foot, her ankle, along her calf, past her knee, finally placing the last kiss at the very top of the boot, at her mid-thigh.

I look up at her beseechingly, begging with my eyes to continue. The lacy tops of her stockings are visible, just inches from my lips, at the top of her boots. The stockings are attached to suspenders that hang, past black panties, from the red corset.

That corset! Bright red, tapering in from her hips to her impossibly tiny waist, and then flaring out again as my eyes travel up, feasting on the vision of her beautiful breasts. Her luscious breasts pressed tightly together, barely contained by the laces that have loosened at the top of that red corset.

My eyes continue up, her shoulders, her elegant neck, that dark brown hair cascading down. Her ruby lips a perfect Cupid's bow. Her eyes, topaz in hazel… I get lost in her eyes.

"Please Mistress?" I whimper.

"Please what, slave?" She whispers, cupping my cheek with her hand.

"Please may I continue kissing up your body?"

"Do you want to kiss my thighs?"

"Please Ma'am," I whine.

"My ass?"

"Oh Goddess, yes!"

"Do you want to kiss my breasts slave?"

"Please, Ma'am!"

"Slave, do you want to kiss my pussy?"

I moan and my cock throbs, my balls ache with desire. "Oh Mistress Lisa, please, I beg you, please let me kiss your pussy!"

She slaps my face hard, causing my eyes to water. "Do you think you deserve to kiss my pussy, slave?"

"No Ma'am, I know I don't."

"That's right, touching Mistress' pussy is a privilege that must be earned. Would you like to try to earn that privilege?"

"Yes Goddess, please!" I beg

She walks away then, into a dark corner of the dungeon. I can hear her, but she is lost from my sight. Now she's coming back, emerging from the darkness. She grabs my left nipple, twisting and pulling it brutally she attaches a shiny metal clamp to it. There is a chain attached to this clamp, and at the end of the chain, the clamps twin. Grabbing my right nipple she tugs, and twists, and attaches that clamp. The pain is sharp at first, almost more than I can bear, but then it slows and becomes a throbbing ache.

Grabbing my hair she pulls my head back and whispers in my ear, "You must suffer if you wish to touch my pussy slave. You know Mistress feeds off your pain. You want to suffer for me don't you? You want to prove your devotion to your Goddess?"

"Oh yes Goddess, please! Please help me suffer for you!"

Still holding my hair she half drags me across the rough wooden floor as I crawl, frantically trying to keep up. She attaches cuffs to my wrists and then attaches a chain, which dangles from the ceiling, to those cuffs. She walks to the wall and pushes a button. With a grinding clatter the chain begins to rise up toward the ceiling, lifting me with it, until only my toes are touching the floor.

I desperately try to support some of my weight on my toes. My shoulders feel like they are being pulled from their sockets. My body is stretched, suspended there for her sadistic use.

Mistress walks behind me now, out of my line of sight. Again I can hear, but not see her. She had walked away, but is back now, right behind me, if I close my eyes I think I can hear her breathing. And then, suddenly, bright lights, red, white, and orange burst in front of my eyes. I scream as pain explodes across my ass! Again, and again and again the pain explodes across my ass; my shoulders; my thighs!

Now Mistress Lisa is kissing me, her tongue pressing between my lips, taking me. She draws back and I look into her eyes, the topaz is on fire, the hazel like ice.

She holds the leather strap she has been beating me with to my lips, and I kiss it gratefully.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whisper.

Her eyes boring into mine, she doesn't say a word. She reaches out, grabs the chain attached to the nipple clamps, and jerks hard. The clamps fly from my nipples, and colors of pain burst before my eyes once more as the blood rushes back into the tissue it was denied.

Mistress disappears again, just for a moment, and when she returns she is holding a long slender cane. She stands to my side, her left hand rests on my back behind my right shoulder. I see her right arm draw the cane back, and then it flashes forward. It strikes perfectly across my chest, across both nipples. I scream and Mistress laughs. Once more she draws the cane back, and then it bites!

"Please, Mistress!" I scream through a haze, as I see her drawing the cane back once again.

"Suffer for me, slave!" She growls. "Feed Mistress with your pain!"

I begin to cry. "Yes please, Mistress, hurt me again. Help me to suffer for you!" I sob.

And she strikes again, and again, and again.

I feel myself collapsing into the floor, Mistress is not beside me; the chain is lowering. Now she is here, removing the cuffs from my wrists, she strokes my forehead, and whispers, "Good boy."

She lays me on my back, the rough planks of the floor digging into my shoulders and butt. Standing over me, she removes her panties, revealing her perfect ass. She straddles my head, and lowers her sacred pussy toward my lips, it's so beautiful. A tuft of dark brown hair above, the lips pink and purple below, moisture shines between those lips. Slowly she lowers herself, closer. I can almost reach her now.

"Just one kiss, slave," my Mistress whispers.

Wet stickiness splashes onto my stomach and chest, my cock throbs in my hands, and my eyes open. I'm in my bed. Oh God, it was all a dream. Pale light from the window bathes the foot of the bed; the sun is just coming up. I sit up and grabbing some tissues wipe myself off before heading into the bathroom and a shower.

Submissive or bottom?

This is a question that I wish more men (and women for that matter but I am using males as the example here as the core of this post was written for a FLR website), who identify as submissive, would ask themselves and consider honestly:  Am I truly a submissive, or am I a bottom?

One is not better than the other, but it is important that we correctly represent who and what we are when we are interacting with others in the BDSM world.


The following are my definitions for bottom and submissive, your definition may vary, but for purposes of this discussion I am sticking with these:

A bottom is someone who enjoys receiving an action in a scene, or for a short period of time.  Bottoming is usually (always?) sexually driven, even though there may not be sex involved.  For example a bottom may enjoy a spanking, they will eroticize it, it will be sexual for them even though they may not have any other contact with the 'Top' who is giving them the spanking.  The bottom may enjoy 'submitting' during a scene but after that scene or play is done they do not wish to be under another's control.

A submissive is someone who actually wishes to give some degree of control and authority over their life (or at least certain parts of their life) to another person.  They may enjoy bottoming in a scene as well, but they will want to be controlled even in the nonsexual and non-play parts of their life.

A problem I see is that there are a lot of men who are actually bottoms believing themselves to be, and presenting themsleves as, submissives. It is especailly prevalent with online 'subs', but you find it with in person people as well.

These guys will contact a woman, tell her they wish to submit to and serve her, but at some point when the sexual excitement starts to wear off (such as when he has cum) he loses his desire to submit or he disappears altogether.  

This can be very frustrating for the woman, because the guy was representing himself as something he's not.  If he would just realize that he's a bottom, and present himself that way, there are women out there who would be happy to play or scene with him; and then everyone would have their expectations met.

Anyway, this is kind of a pet peeve of mine.  I wish men would do a bit more introspection and be honest with themselves and others about who and what they are.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a bottom, but when a bottom identifies and represents themself as a submissive it makes things more difficult for the women who are seeking an actual submissive and for the true submissives since the women become so jaded from dealing with all this confusion.

Love Undiminished

My first novella, Love Undiminished, available at Amazon.

A scintillatingly erotic story of dominance, submission, and cuckoldry.

Tom and Lisa love their life, their marriage, and each other. They have found happiness with one another, and with Tom’s submission to Lisa. There’s just one thing missing, they both want Lisa to have another man in her life. They find that man in Mike, but as Mike and Lisa’s love grows will Tom still have a place in her heart and in her life? Does loving Mike mean she will love Tom less, or will it be a different kind of love?

This is a story that delves into the many, and sometimes conflicting emotions that a cuckolded man experiences. It provides a glimpse into the heart of Tom as his love, submission, and fear of losing Lisa grow. Tom must find the strength to not only trust Lisa to guard their relationship, but he must deal with his own inner demons as well.

This is what reviewers on Amazon have to say about Love Undiminished:


“What I really, really enjoyed about this book is that it feels real. The characters aren’t just 2 dimensional cutouts who do things to one another. Rather, they are actual human beings involved in a real relationship. The effort the author invests in creating a real, believable setting inhabited by people with complex motivations absolutely pays off. If you enjoy erotica which delves into the emotions and personalities driving the action, then this piece is for you! It’s also worth noting that the author actually lives a kink lifestyle, so this is the real deal. Highly recommended and looking forward to more.”- Light Scribe

“I have often wondered about the thought processes and the feelings of a submissive person, and with this short novella, I was able to get a glimpse inside the head of a submissive cuckold man. I still don’t understand where it comes from, but I now understand how it makes him feel and why that makes him feel loved. Thankfully, while this was explicit, it was not overly graphic. I am glad I read this, and I am glad I enjoyed it. There is always more to learn.”- Lifelong Learner

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