Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Coming in March! Eanna- The Handmaiden of the Crown, a new Realm of Janos Novel
A moment later she felt Krysu climb upon the pallet, kneeling over her. Krysu gently worked loose the ties at Eanna’s shoulders, then peeled the sheer fabric from the princess. The hem of her skirt brushed the back of Eanna’s thighs. She silently ministered to her mistress, massaging her oiled hands into her shoulders and back, kneading and pressing. She gathered Eanna’s long dark braids and moved them carefully out of the way of her attention.
“Krysu, you do attend me well.”
“Thank you, my Princess.” The hands worked across her lower back and over the cheeks of her rear. Eanna sighed and sniffled back a few of her tears. The massage was good. She would miss them. She supposed she'd have a chamber maid once the contract was fulfilled, but it would not be the same. It just was not fair.
She was special. She wasn't meant to serve a mere man, nor live in a mere palace. She was beyond those other girls, better than the best of them. It was too soon.
She felt herself tensing again, but let out a long breath. Krysu worked both hands on the back of her thigh, dimpling the skin with her fingers. It did relax her. It was important to relax. Relax, submit, accept, find harmony. In this case, it may take some time to fully achieve, but in this moment, she would at least try to allow herself to relax under Krysu’s fingers.
"Please turn, my Princess, if it should please you." Yes, it did please her to do so. She rolled to her back, her nude form laid open on the pallet.
"Please turn, my Princess, if it should please you." Yes, it did please her to do so. She rolled to her back, her nude form laid open on the pallet.
She looked up at her attendant. Krysu’s brilliantly light hair cascaded down over her bare breasts, giving peeks at the nipples when she moved and shifted. The sheer skirt she wore had ridden up on her thighs with the wide posture she took to place her knees astride the princess’s hips.
Krysu rubbed her hands together, adding more oil.
“You are beautiful, my Princess.” Krysu gazed admiringly at her before stroking her fingers over Eanna’s forehead. Eanna allowed her eyes to drift shut, abandoning herself to the sensations.
Krysu’s breath blew on her skin when she bent low over her, working her hands hard on Eanna’s shoulders. She palmed the breasts using two hands to mold and caress and knead. She circled a slick finger around the tip, then returned to clenching and pressing.
Eanna let out a contented sigh. She was pampered and adored. It was meant for her to serve in this way and reap these rewards.
It pleased her to be so. There, she admitted it to herself. It was her due as the Handmaiden to the Crown. It was her due as the one that served the manly needs of the flesh of the Council. Now it was all going away.
The mouth on her nipple was a welcome distraction. She made small happy sighs. Krysu flicked and teased at it and still her well-trained hands continued their work across her stomach, and lower.
Krysu skimmed Eanna’s smooth mound, lightly teasing the small tuft of hair that she displayed. A finger trickled between her lower lips causing her to buck her hips. The movement brought her bare skin up against Krysu’s thighs. Krysu delved further, stroking her finger along the folds, collecting the moisture. She wiggled the pad of her thumb on Eanna’s woman’s nub.
“Ay! Krysu!” Eanna clenched her teeth giving into rising heat, submitting to it. She shucked away her problems and fell into a glorious release. It lasted long, Krysu continued her blessed touch and the tremors rolled through Eanna. Eanna clenched the furs, her breath hissing from between her teeth.
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Free Promo is BACK!
Ielle will be on the Free Promo at Amazon, Friday, February 10th. Enter the Realm of Janos!
Although she has prepared for it for years, Ielle finds herself thrust into the world of the Hausa of Janos. Kyr is one of the most powerful men on her world and he has chosen her for his owned property. They must learn to build their life together while ferreting out the assassin that lives in their midst.
An erotic otherworldly tale of dominant males and the submissives they own. This is not the typical BDSM story, rather, it is an explicit romance of lust and passion found at the feet of the master.
Enjoy!
Although she has prepared for it for years, Ielle finds herself thrust into the world of the Hausa of Janos. Kyr is one of the most powerful men on her world and he has chosen her for his owned property. They must learn to build their life together while ferreting out the assassin that lives in their midst.
An erotic otherworldly tale of dominant males and the submissives they own. This is not the typical BDSM story, rather, it is an explicit romance of lust and passion found at the feet of the master.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Mayia meets her first tavern customer
“Two! Seven! Three! Serve, we have customers waiting!” The girls quickly dropped their scrubbing tools. “And be sure you all know that if I see you standing around when customers are here, you’ll find my whip! Get busy!”
Mayia honed in on her first target, crossing the room towards him, giving no other girl a chance at her prey. He was just the right age, a bit older, good looking. He appeared to come from some means. She would start with him.
She wiggled her hips ever so slightly just before she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her thighs were apart giving him a nice view of her wares. She slipped her hands over her skin, her eyes burning with passion just for him. She cupped her breasts, fingering her nipples, offering herself.
“Would master like any service?” She licked her lips, keeping her eyes on his, gauging his reaction. “Some spirits perhaps? Might I bring your meal?” She kept her voice husky and soft, encouraging him to focus only on her.
“Well, well Tibus, you have new stock in. Always nice to have some variety, eh?”
The rental master smiled. “Yes, Hamik, my good man. Must keep them on their toes. They have a way of getting worn out and used up. That’s what keeps our rentals a cut above the rest.”
“True, true. I suppose I’m largely to blame for wearing out several of them, eh?” Mayia’s nipples had perked under her touch, standing proud now from her full breasts. Hamik could not seem to tear his eyes from them.
Tibus laughed. “Yes, I’d say so, but that’s why they’re here, to cater to your every whim and depravity.”
Depravity? Was he serious? Would she have been wiser to go after the nervous looking young man in the corner with the tattered shoes? That one probably barely had the coin for his meal much less her. No, they could not really mean that. It would just be joke among them. Surely.
“Girl, fetch my food and spirits. Then I’ll decide if you’re worth any further attention from me.” Mayia rose gracefully, letting her hips sway while she walked. She could feel his eyes on her ass, knowing she had his attention. It would just be a matter of keeping it.
Her stomach grumbled when she selected his tray. She secured the basic fare for him, any extras would require extra coin. Once she knew the men better, she might gamble that they would pay for treats she would bring them, today was too soon to try that.
She rocked her shoulders on the way back, knowing the movement was making her breasts sway provocatively. Other girls were also scurrying around serving but she paid them no mind. She was honed in on her target and she would succeed with her quest.
She knelt back at his feet and started with his drink. She rubbed it slowly up over her thigh, her lips parting, her tongue wetting them. She let a gentle moan slip out when the cup arrived at her mouth, kissing the rim and then offering it to him. “May you enjoy today’s service.”
He took it from her and kept his eyes locked on her while she repeated the performance with his plate. Her mouth watered when she brought it to her face but she tried to focus on the task of enticing him. He took that as well and she waited to see if he would send her away or continue the game. He took a bite of the meat from his plate, chewing it thoughtfully while she watched.
“You may serve me girl.” Mayia lit up with a smile. Yes, her first try and already she was on her way.
“Start with my feet.” Feet? Start there?
“Master?”
He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. She yelped and he abruptly pulling her close so he could talk directly into her ear. “Are you a little slow? Start with my feet. First you can lick them. I’ll decide if you’re any good with your tongue then we’ll see what is next.”
He had a firm hold of her so she resisted the urge to squirm, knowing it would cause pain. He released her and she slid to her belly, scooting up to his foot and working off his sandals. She forced herself not to wrinkle her nose, starting with her tongue over his ankle. She massaged her hands over his toes and instep while she sucked and licked. She took each toe into her mouth, playing with it, sucking hard as though it was a tiny cock, flicking and nibbling. She spent a long time on the big toes, making her best effort there, determined she would pass this silly test.
He ate and a drop of broth landed on his foot. She licked that off, embarrassed by how much she enjoyed it, wishing he drop a whole dinner for her, but he did not. By the time she had completed the second foot, she was sick of the whole thing but she reminded herself it was a means to an end and kept up the pretense, hoping to convince him that this was the best way of serving ever. He grabbed her hair hard, yanking her head up, pulling her mouth from his foot.
“Well, well. Not bad with your tongue girl, not bad eh? Let’s see if there’s any value between your legs eh?”
She moved to climb into his lap, thinking to start that way, but he pushed her back hard onto her rear before he grabbed her hair again, making tears come to her eyes.
“Yes, yes, you are a bit slow aren’t you? No matter, you’ll get it eventually eh?” He took his other hand and twisted her nipple sharply until she cried out. “Have you forgotten I told you to start with my feet?”
“No master, I did not forget. I- I did bathe your feet master. But, but you wanted…”
“Yes, yes, what I want is you with your legs spread impossibly wide, smearing yourself over my foot girl. Can you manage that? A simple thing is it not?” She shrieked when he shook his fist in her hair.
She offered his drink and as soon as he took it she knelt over his foot, lowering herself on it. She rubbed her breasts into his leg, massaged her hands over his thigh. She shifted back and forth, finding the feeling on her lower lips to be strange but still arousing. They damped and she increased the heat, rocking herself on his foot. She even slid back a bit and guided his big toe up and down along her damp slit, poking it into her hole.
She decided to feign a release to encourage him further. She bounced up and down on his foot, squirming, sliding, gasping, panting.
“Oh, oh, uh, Master!” She dropped her head back, knowing it showed her breasts to their best advantage, squealing when he pressed his foot up against her hard. “Oh Master, you’re incredible!”
She hugged his leg massaging it with her breasts. He smiled down at her. Good. He was pleased.
“Yes, yes. Nicely done. Now clean up the mess you made girl. Get that tongue back to work.”
Monday, January 30, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Free this Weekend- Saturday, Sunday, Monday
There's a great book out there and it is free this weekend- Saturday, Sunday and Monday...
Have a look at Erotic Stories of Domination and Submission: Taking Jennifer
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006KIY3RW
Have a look at Erotic Stories of Domination and Submission: Taking Jennifer
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006KIY3RW
Saturday, January 14, 2012
FAQ’s about the Realm of Janos…
Why is the ground blue and the water orange?
The ground is blue because of a high concentration of cobalt. The water is orange due to a chemical concentration that does not exist on earth.
Why are the women slaves?
There is more detail on this in the book Ovia. The people of this world are very spiritual and believe in balance and harmony. They believe that the roles of man and beast, male and female are directed by the gods.
What kinds of things do they learn in their training?
There is more on this coming in a future book titled Eanna. Once a girl comes of age, the training shifts to practical matters such as serving meals, running the master’s house, learning his moods and desires. There are a number of positions that a girl would learn and practice that best show off her charms in various situations.
What else do you want to know about the people of Janos? Let me know!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sensual Submission: Driven- Available on Amazon and Smashwords
He had to admit it was startling. Arousing, absolutely. Probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. So much more vibrant than magazines and DVDs. But startling none the less. The girl was displayed. Full frontal nudity for sure. Except for the ropes, but then, those weren't exactly clothing or anything. They wove across her skin and held her fast, enhancing her breasts, her pussy, her nakedness. They didn't cover, not at all.
He tried not to stare like some teen checking out a Playboy magazine at the newsstand, but he wasn't sure he was pulling that off. He wanted to appear just a little cool. After all, he didn't want Greg to think he wasn't mature enough to handle this. He was twenty-eight years old after all, not a kid anymore. Not that Greg was a lot older, only three years, even though technically he was Alec's uncle. They grew up more like brothers or cousins being so close in age. Certainly after he became adult they were really peers, but still Alec looked up to him a little.
Greg was right about this appealing to him. Big time. Honestly, he didn't think such things were real. Greg assured him they were though and now here was the proof. The house was a mansion, secluded with security gates and gorgeous landscaping, trickled over the hillside with spectacular views. It rose two stories in the front with a huge picture window, perfectly situated to take advantage of beauty of nature. Instead, tonight at least, the naked beauty of nature was on the other side, held in a web of hemp and illuminated by the spot lights hidden in the foliage.
The design was intricate, weaving above and below her breasts, across her torso, between her legs and down them to some sexy high heels that looked like they were specially designed for the girl who would be wearing nothing but rope. Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders. She was watching them all drive up and pass their cars to the valets. The valets were interesting too. Two topless women wearing mini skirts moved the vehicles to the big parking area. He blinked when he realized that the breasts of one of them was covered with a tattoo. He couldn't imagine getting such a thing in such a place, but he had to admit it was pretty erotic.
The valets had nothing on the girl in the window though. Her captivity worked in reverse to captivate him. He was hard just looking at her. A man stood behind her, whispering in her ear, running his hands over her while she watched them arrive. Obviously she was spoken for, but he found her stunning.
Greg led him inside and he wondered if he was under-dressed. Well, not under-dressed perhaps. More like, too normally dressed. Greg was in a tuxedo. His blond hair was a bit shaggy for something that formal, but Greg had an aura that could pull it off. Alec was blond too, a couple inches shorter, a lot more tailored, a little less free spirited than Greg. His own tux fit him perfectly. He was glad he invested in one last year. As his career was building, he had more and more chances to wear it. He never suspected this kind of kinky orgy would be one of them.
The room was a circus. Everywhere he looked was one freakish something after another. Some men dressed as he and Greg did, in formal attire. Just as many were in dark skin tight leather or outfits that looked like something to be worn at a Halloween kink fest. It was the women that held him mesmerized though.
They crawled along the floor, knelt at the feet of the men, carried trays and wore leashes. None of them was dressed really, although some wore more than others. Everyone had at least nipples or pussy or ass showing to all and sundry. It was almost overwhelming. He didn't know where to look next, except that he always came back to his view of the woman in the window.
The man pressing himself against her stood a bit to the side. Alec had a perfect view of her beautiful ass. She was no emaciated stick insect. There was a nice meat on her that spoke to Alec. It filled her out in a lovely way. So many women were so skinny these days he just wanted to feed them a hamburger, not fuck them senseless and worry if they'd snap in two.
Her arms were crossed behind her back, wrists lashed to the opposite elbows. He wondered how comfortable that was. She didn't seem to be straining, at least not from that. The man’s touches on her were making her twitch though.
Alec could see that his fingers were digging into that ass that so intrigued him. He watched the man poke a finger against her pucker and play with the ropes, causing them to tighten and dig into her. She squirmed provocatively, but she didn't protest. At least not in any way that was obvious to Alec.
Another girl joined them and helped the man to turn her to face the crowd. It was something of a project to adjust the webbing accordingly. When it was done, she was looking at the crowd, but she only had eyes for the man that tended to her.
...
Some time later, he sat on the patio with Greg. The warm night air felt good and helped to clear his spinning head. The swirl of thoughts were replaced with a new awareness. Yes, he was sure. He would say it out-loud and commit to it.
"I need my own girl."
He tried not to stare like some teen checking out a Playboy magazine at the newsstand, but he wasn't sure he was pulling that off. He wanted to appear just a little cool. After all, he didn't want Greg to think he wasn't mature enough to handle this. He was twenty-eight years old after all, not a kid anymore. Not that Greg was a lot older, only three years, even though technically he was Alec's uncle. They grew up more like brothers or cousins being so close in age. Certainly after he became adult they were really peers, but still Alec looked up to him a little.
Greg was right about this appealing to him. Big time. Honestly, he didn't think such things were real. Greg assured him they were though and now here was the proof. The house was a mansion, secluded with security gates and gorgeous landscaping, trickled over the hillside with spectacular views. It rose two stories in the front with a huge picture window, perfectly situated to take advantage of beauty of nature. Instead, tonight at least, the naked beauty of nature was on the other side, held in a web of hemp and illuminated by the spot lights hidden in the foliage.
The design was intricate, weaving above and below her breasts, across her torso, between her legs and down them to some sexy high heels that looked like they were specially designed for the girl who would be wearing nothing but rope. Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders. She was watching them all drive up and pass their cars to the valets. The valets were interesting too. Two topless women wearing mini skirts moved the vehicles to the big parking area. He blinked when he realized that the breasts of one of them was covered with a tattoo. He couldn't imagine getting such a thing in such a place, but he had to admit it was pretty erotic.
The valets had nothing on the girl in the window though. Her captivity worked in reverse to captivate him. He was hard just looking at her. A man stood behind her, whispering in her ear, running his hands over her while she watched them arrive. Obviously she was spoken for, but he found her stunning.
Greg led him inside and he wondered if he was under-dressed. Well, not under-dressed perhaps. More like, too normally dressed. Greg was in a tuxedo. His blond hair was a bit shaggy for something that formal, but Greg had an aura that could pull it off. Alec was blond too, a couple inches shorter, a lot more tailored, a little less free spirited than Greg. His own tux fit him perfectly. He was glad he invested in one last year. As his career was building, he had more and more chances to wear it. He never suspected this kind of kinky orgy would be one of them.
The room was a circus. Everywhere he looked was one freakish something after another. Some men dressed as he and Greg did, in formal attire. Just as many were in dark skin tight leather or outfits that looked like something to be worn at a Halloween kink fest. It was the women that held him mesmerized though.
They crawled along the floor, knelt at the feet of the men, carried trays and wore leashes. None of them was dressed really, although some wore more than others. Everyone had at least nipples or pussy or ass showing to all and sundry. It was almost overwhelming. He didn't know where to look next, except that he always came back to his view of the woman in the window.
The man pressing himself against her stood a bit to the side. Alec had a perfect view of her beautiful ass. She was no emaciated stick insect. There was a nice meat on her that spoke to Alec. It filled her out in a lovely way. So many women were so skinny these days he just wanted to feed them a hamburger, not fuck them senseless and worry if they'd snap in two.
Her arms were crossed behind her back, wrists lashed to the opposite elbows. He wondered how comfortable that was. She didn't seem to be straining, at least not from that. The man’s touches on her were making her twitch though.
Alec could see that his fingers were digging into that ass that so intrigued him. He watched the man poke a finger against her pucker and play with the ropes, causing them to tighten and dig into her. She squirmed provocatively, but she didn't protest. At least not in any way that was obvious to Alec.
Another girl joined them and helped the man to turn her to face the crowd. It was something of a project to adjust the webbing accordingly. When it was done, she was looking at the crowd, but she only had eyes for the man that tended to her.
...
Some time later, he sat on the patio with Greg. The warm night air felt good and helped to clear his spinning head. The swirl of thoughts were replaced with a new awareness. Yes, he was sure. He would say it out-loud and commit to it.
"I need my own girl."
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Free download at Amazon, Sunday, January 8th
Come check out the first book in the Realm of Janos- for free! Ielle is owned property of Kry, Kausa of Janos. Find out what those masters and slave girls are up to.
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