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New Release: Bad Girl Good

bad girl good

 

It’s Release Day! Happy Release Day to ME!

Bad Girl Good is available for the Amazon Kindle.

SQUEEEEEE!!!!! I’m so excited about this novella! It’s got lots of sex, lots of spankings, a little humiliation and some minor anal play. It’s fun, light-hearted, and I had an absolute blast writing it.

The excerpt is here, the link to buy is here, and the smile? Well, that’s located on my face, and there’s no link for that. Yet.

Enjoy the weekend!

xoxo
Sadey

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Heather, Ingrid, Or Someone New?

Rock Creek is on my mind. I often daydream about my kinky community. What are they up to? How’s Ingrid doing in Section Seven? Is Heather still happy with Mark and Rebecca?

I keep starting new books set in Rock Creek, but always come up short. I’ve realized why. There are a few reasons, actually.

  1. These Domestic Discipline Romances are nice, but totally throwing me off my BDSM-game. :)
  2. I’m writing fluffy happy stories. Rock Creek has happiness, but it’s also dark. It’s seedy. There’s corruption, there’s unfairness, and there’s manipulation. I like that there’s not always a happily-ever-after in Rock Creek.
  3. I keep starting books with new characters. New is fine, but I want to continue with Heather. Or perhaps Ingrid. I love those women, and I want to find out what happens next!

I’m going to write quick synopses of three potential books: Heather, post-Social Service. Ingrid, pre-Under Order. Ingrid, in Section Seven. One of those will be next for Rock Creek.

This lovely reader is the one who reminded me that there’s more to tell regarding Heather. Check out her review of Under Order on ‘Travel Nurse Toybox’. A snippet:

I can easily suggest this one and it’s sequel to all who are interested in or actively practicing BDSM. The sex scenes are definitely hot and the dominate/submissive relationship is an eye opener.

Reviews really help indie-authors! If you have a kink-friendly account on Amazon, Goodreads, or Barnes and Noble, please be sure to review your favorite erotica!

xoxo
Sadey

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New Release: Odyssey for Passion

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SQUEEEEE!!!

Sometimes when I’m excited, scared, or surprised, I make a super high pitched noise. Examples, eh…let’s see…

When I’m riding in a car and the driver makes a sudden move, or swerves. I squeak.

When the air popper-of-popcorn goes crazy, and shoots out kernels, seemingly aimed directly at me. I squeak. I did this in front of my roommate the other night, who said, “That was weird. And really cute.”

When a package arrives! Oooh that’s the best. Squeak squeak.

And, when I [finally] publish a book I’ve been sitting on for nearly a year: SQUEAK SQUEAK FUCKING SQUEAKERY SQUEAKING!

Odyssey for Passion is available for the Amazon Kindle. I’ll be putting this baby into print soon, too, and of course distributing to other venues (Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and AllRomanceEbooks). For now, it’s exclusively on Amazon. I haven’t decided on the perfect excerpt yet, but when I do, I’ll post it.

For now, just couldn’t wait one more minute to say: IT’S DONE. And it’s fabulous.

*Hair-toss*

xoxo
Sadey

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Halloween! We’re Hungry for Love

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Photo by Evan Leesson

With perhaps the most appropriate timing ever, Sommer Marsden’s new collection of zombie erotica (you read that right) is available now! I can’t think of anything better to do on Halloween night than curling up with some hot apple cider and enjoying a sexy new book.

That is a lie. I can think of better things to do that involve real-life penises and vaginas.

Maybe, in a perfect world, I’d do both. You can grab a copy of Coming Together: Hungry for Love through one of the venues listed below (or click the link to go straight to Amazon). Proceeds benefit the American Diabetes Association.

That’s right. Coming for a good cause.

I wrote a story for this collection called ‘Zombie Goddess’. Here’s a little excerpt:

Our attention turns to a large, black man who steps forward toward the crowd. He paces in front of us slowly. His arms are thick and muscular, and he holds a long leather flogger in his right hand. Finally, he pauses and regards the spectators with disdain.

“And who will it be tonight?” he shouts.

The silence is deafening. People look around, wondering who will volunteer. A few of them shrink back, like they don’t want to be seen.

“Here we go,” Jasper whispers. He clears his throat and announces, “This one!” He pushes me firmly forward.

“But why?” I hiss, trying to resist.

“You want to freak out the mortals, right?”

“Well, yes…”

“Remember this: You can’t feel the pain.”

Oh. Right. I smile as I realize what Jasper is suggesting, and I turn toward the man. The power he feels, I feel it too. I see it in his eyes and I know I can beat him. I can win this stupid mortal game.

Grasping the hem of my dress, I lift it over my head, just breaking eye contact with the man for a moment. Then I walk toward him, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, my hips swaying from side to side. When I’m right in front of him, I put my hands on my hip and cock my head to the side.

“One rule,” I say.

“Oh?” He looks bemused.

“No touching me.”

His eyebrows furrow. “And why not?”

“I don’t like to be touched.” I shrug, as if it’s really no big deal. This is the point where he could realize my game, who I am, what I’m doing. But he doesn’t. He points to the cross and I put myself into place, my arms and legs spread wide apart, my back to the crowd.

“I have to touch you to tie you,” he says.

“You don’t have to tie me. I’ll stay in place.” I grasp the rope loops with my hands.

The man walks around the cross, eyeing me. “What’s your word?”

“I don’t need a word.”

He pauses when he’s by my face and growls, “You need a word if you want to play with me.”

I shrug, indifferent. “Mercy?”

“Mercy. Say it and I stop.”

“I won’t need to say it.”

The corners of his mouth turn up just slightly. “Is that a challenge?”

I look him straight in the eyes. “Do you want it to be?”

~~

Buy Coming Together: Hungry for Love at these online stores:

:) Happy Halloween, everyone!
xoxo
Sadey

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Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 4)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 3)

Just joining us? Go to the beginning of the account: Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 1)

I slid out of the coat. We drove for about fifteen minutes in complete silence. Mistress Tracy was probably happily imagining the ways in which she would torture me. I was nervously anticipating the exact same thing.

I haven’t been to many ‘sex shops’ in my life, but the ones I have been to are what I would nicely describe as dingy. Dusty shelves filled with cheap, plastic-encased vibrators. Hanging wracks of poorly made overpriced costumes that surely wouldn’t last for more than a few wears. These are the images that fill my head when I think of ‘sex shops’. Nate and I usually order our toys online from reputable dealers.

We do not buy them in grimy stores.

So I was less than enthusiastic about our field trip. When we pulled into a fancy-ish strip mall in a nice area of town, I looked at her, surprised.

She parked as far away as possible, then led me across the parking lot to the store. Her, fully clothed in appropriate black slacks and a green sweater. Me, the tramp of the hour.

I forgot about our outfits when we walked inside. This store was awesome. It was clean. I recognized a few of the product manufacturers—the stuff was quality. There wasn’t a single cheap vibrator in the place. It was like Utopia’s toy store for kinky folk.

Paddles and straps lined the wall. Restraints of various materials—leather, metal, tape, etc—filled the shelves. Leather and vinyl wear, along with costumes of various sorts, were on hangers and dressed on mannequins.

“How did I not know about this place?” I whispered as we walked around in mostly silence. There was just one other couple in the store. Besides them and the young man who sat at a desk near the back, we were alone.

“It’s pretty new. I told Nate I’d take you here and we’d check it out. I’ve never been, either.”

I was flooded with relief when I realized that this might not be a shopping trip. We were just checking out the newest toy store in town.

I heard a whack of a paddle against skin and peeked around the aisle to see the couple testing out a few of the spanking implements. They were both around thirty and attractive. The woman wore a short skirt and was bending over with her hands on her knees. The man was turning the paddle over and testing its weight. Then he patted her butt and gave her another good whack.

“Ouch!” she cried. Her hands flew to her mouth and she turned red. I could tell she’d been hoping to take the spank in silence.

I turned to Mistress Tracy and saw her lips curl into a cruel smile.

This was not good.

“That packs a punch,” she said loudly as she approached the couple. Mistress Tracy is not a shy woman. She boldly walked up to them and took the paddle from the man’s hands. “Come here, Sadey. Let’s see how it feels on you.”

The man was clearly intrigued. His girlfriend or wife or whatever she was tried to stand up to watch but he gently pushed her back to position.

I bent over beside her and shot her a worried, sideways glance. She gave me a small smile.

Mistress Tracy gave my butt a good smack with the paddle.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

“Watch your mouth,” she said before whacking me again. Then she handed the paddle back to the man and said, “I like it. Nice weight to it. C’mon, Sade.”

My face was just as red as the submissive woman’s beside me and I gratefully stood and scurried off with Mistress Tracy.

We left without buying anything—neither of us really need any more toys—and she drove us back to her place. There, Mistress Tracy got cross with me when I did not immediately strip out of my whore costume when we entered her house.

“What did I tell you about what slaves wear inside?” she snapped.

I saw a sheen in her eyes that made me shiver. Her evil glare combined with her tone made me instantly nervous. And, admittedly, excited. I pulled off the outfit and the shoes and stood naked near the front door. Ready for a quick exit, if necessary.

“Better,” she said. “Follow me.”

We went to her bedroom again, then to her bathroom, and she turned on the shower. “Get in,” she said.

She let the water run cold for a full thirty seconds, pushing me directly under the shower and laughing at me when I yelped and shivered. I watched her undressed but could barely pay attention. I really, really hate cold showers. Finally, she said, “All right. Make it warm,” and she got in the shower with me.

I have never showered with a woman before and I rarely shower with Nate, so this was an odd experience. Also, I distinctly remembered her hair being wet when I arrived at her house that morning and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to do to me in the close quarters of her bathtub.

“Wash me,” she commanded, handing me a sponge and soap. I obeyed, of course, and took my time washing every part of her. I washed her pussy last, rubbing her as sensually as I could with the soapy sponge, and she handed me the hand-held shower head to rinse her off.

When she was all cleaned, she pressed firmly on my shoulders until I lowered myself to my knees in front of her. She adjusted the shower so that the water sprayed directly onto my head, over my face, and I squeezed my eyes shut to protect them. Using her hands, she positioned my lips right next to her cunt. I could smell her, and in spite of the fact that I’d just washed her, Mistress Tracy smelled like sex.

I tried to lick her but it was more like she was riding my face. She didn’t start slow, didn’t ease in, no… she just held me still and rubbed her cunt all over me. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her when I could but finally I just help my tongue there, my mouth open, and relaxed while she fucked me.

I could hear her moaning and felt oddly proud of myself that she was getting so turned on by using me. I grabbed her ass with my hands and squeezed her cheeks hard, and when I did that she screamed out loudly and she came, her wetness slicking all over my face.

She stepped back, steadying herself against the walls of the shower, and looked down at me. Water was still running all over my head and my face, and I must have looked like quite a mess. She smiled and I felt relieved.

“Good girl,” she said.

“I aim to please,” I replied.

… continued at Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 5) …

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Beta-Readers

I’ve acquired an amazing team of beta-readers. And two days ago, I sent them Slaves on Pertz.

This is a big deal for a newbie author like me. I have unleashed a novel onto a group of people I don’t even know personally. What will they say?! Will they hate it?! Love it?! Will they think, ‘Eh..’?

The problem is I haven’t heard from any of them yet. I’d like to think that they’ve all downloaded it to their readers and are reading here and there when they get a chance, but practically, these people have lives and kids and I’m lucky if they’ve even checked their e-mail yet to find the book. :) But I will be the first to admit that I am an insanely impatient person. Seriously. If I’m expecting a package in the mail I am like a monster unleashed onto the world.

Beta-reading involves reading a novel before it is released and simply providing your thoughts, comments, and potential ideas to the author/editor. Ideally it would not involve catching typos or other errors. If you’re interested in beta-reading my books, contact me!

Another quick update: I’ve decided to release a novella within the next month or two that will be more in line with Under Order and Social Service. Since Slaves on Pertz is an odd erotic sci-fi book, and Odyssey for Passion is also… different…, I want to give the folks who enjoyed my first two novels something I know they’ll like. I’m about 7,000 words in and expect it to be 30,000 words. About half of the length of a short novel. It will be interesting to see how readers react to shorter works. I started writing novels because that’s what I like to read, but upon thinking about it more, a lot of people don’t have tons of time to commit to a full-length book. And in the erotica genre, well… yeah. I want to have something available for everyone.

Enjoy Saturday, everyone!

xoxo
Sadey

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Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 2)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 1)

“You seem so scared,” Mistress Tracy said. She was sipping her coffee and leaning against the counter. “What’s to be afraid of? Pam submits to me every day and look, she’s happy.” She gestured towards Pam who was, at that moment, pulling off her robe. “Go on, get naked like her. Slaves don’t wear clothes in my house. Pam just put on the robe to answer the door.”

I sighed and took off my coat, then my sexy black dress. My boots were the last to go. I folded my dress and put my clothes by my bag on the floor.

Mistress Tracy pointed to the middle of her kitchen and I placed myself there. She circled around me, looking me up and down.

“Spread your legs. Hands behind your head.”

I did as she said and felt oddly exposed in front of both her and Pam. I’ve been naked in front of them a few times before, but it was never like this. And Nate was always there.

Now, I was alone.

She felt my cunt which I knew was at least a little wet and then she slapped it and I jumped and yelped with the sudden pain.

“Stay in position,” she warned.

She slapped me a few more times before moving on to my breasts. Then, after mauling my tits for a moment, she bent me over and spread my ass cheeks.

I groaned in humiliation but I did not resist or move out of place. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pam watching her Mistress humiliate me and I thought I detected a small smirk on her face.

“You’re clean,” Mistress Tracy said. She pulled me up to stand straight. “That’s good.”

“Thank you, Mistress Tracy,” I said obediently.

(An aside: I have never, in the history of knowing her, called her simply, ‘Tracy’. At a party once, a male slave called her Tracy. She asked his owner for permission to punish him, and then proceeded to fuck him in the butt with a strap-on. I was not at that party, but word of her strictness spread among my friends. To the submissives and the slaves, she’s Mistress Tracy.)

“Mistress, may I be excused to get ready for work?” Pam asked in a happy, sing-song voice.

“Go. Come find me before you leave.”

I frowned. Pam works part time as a waitress. If she had to work, that meant I’d be really really alone with Mistress Tracy.

“So I read your latest book. It was pretty good,” Mistress Tracy said. She hopped up onto the kitchen counter and stared at me.

“Thanks,” I whispered. My gut was turning and I knew it was a bad sign that she’d read my book. She was talking about Social Service, a book in which my protagonist gets humiliated, beaten, and thoroughly used. If Mistress Tracy got any evil ideas from my story… well, I was in for a long two days.

“I especially like the chapter where Heather is introduced to the community. I imagine I’m kind of like Miss Jasmine. What do you think?”

In spite of the situation, I smiled. “Yes, Mistress Tracy. Miss Jasmine was a character inspired by you.”

She laughed. “And I also like the part where Heather had to eat oatmeal laced with her Master’s semen.”

Oh, no, I thought to myself. I did not respond.

“Unfortunately,” she continued, “Nate didn’t stay long enough to provide his seed.”

Thank goodness.

“Come with me.” Mistress Tracy got off the counter. She picked up my bag, handed it to me, and led me down the hallway to her office. “Have you written yet today?”

“No, Mistress Tracy.”

“Nate says you must write for two hours a day.”

I felt relieved that he had dictated at least a little bit about how my time should be spent. Relieved, that is, until I saw what I will refer to henceforth as ‘The Stool’.

The Stool is just that; a stool. It’s wooden, with a thick circular seat, and it sits just a foot off the ground. On it, Mistress Tracy had been thoughtful enough to place a rather intimidating looking butt-plug.

The Stool was near the back wall of her office, just to the left of her desk. It was still early, just ten in the morning, so only a small stream of light poured into her office from the window behind her desk. Her window was cracked open, so a cool breeze kept the room nice and airy. I could see her neighbor’s house just a stone’s throw from hers and prayed no one would look into her window and see my naked body.

“I have some paperwork to do, too. So I can let you write for a couple of hours. You’ll sit there.” She pointed to The Stool and I frowned. She took my bag from me, opened it and pulled out my laptop before dumping the rest of the contents onto the floor. I saw Nate had packed me just a few dresses and a couple of thongs along with my toothbrush, hairbrush, and floss. Mistress Tracy handed me my laptop. “Go on. Get to work.”

I groaned as I looked from her unyielding face to The Stool. I plugged my laptop into the outlet behind her desk and then just sort of stared at The Stool for awhile. “Do you have lube?” I finally asked.

Mistress Tracy had settled in to her work and looked up at me, annoyed. “No. Sit your ass down on that stool, now.”

Her tone was quite motivating. I crouched down and spit on the plug a few times. Then, I lowered my body onto it.

I was instantly uncomfortable and the plug was only inserted what I would estimate was approximately one half inch. I moaned and Mistress Tracy turned to me and glared.

Shaking her head, she said, “Perhaps I’ll have Pam demonstrate how obedient slaves sit down.”

I didn’t want to be compared to Pam, nor did I want Pam to have to impale herself, so I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax. Slowly and carefully I lowered myself onto the bulging plug until it was in place, and I was seated uncomfortably on The Stool.

I stretched my legs out in front of me, opened my laptop, and got to work. This was not a very comfortable way to write, but I sealed my lips and did not complain.

About twenty minutes in to my two hour session with The Stool, Pam knocked on the door to Mistress Tracy’s office. Mistress Tracy waved her in.

Pam looked hot. It is well known in our circle that Pam does not waitress for the money. She does so to dress up like a slut and tease male customers. She works at an equivalent to ‘Hooters’. I’ve been there just once and was semi-appalled by the required uniforms the women wear. I say I was semi-appalled because I was also semi-aroused. The men that frequent these places just leer at the young women and the women seem to love it.

So Pam wore black ‘shorts’ that were so short that her ass hung out of them. They were also quite tight and I could just make out her camel toe. Her stomach was bare, save for a silver chain she wore, and her breasts nearly popped out of her tight black top. She twirled around and Mistress Tracy nodded in approval.

“Come here,” she said to Pam.

Pam obeyed and was soon over Mistress Tracy’s lap. Mistress Tracy spanked her for a long time and I watched, captivated by how strong she was. In a few minutes, she stopped and pushed Pam up.

Pam’s thighs, and the bottom of her butt that peaked out of her shorts, were bright red. Her face, too, was flushed in embarrassment.

“Mistress… what will I say?”

“You’ll tell your boss you were spanked if he asks.” Mistress Tracy was unconcerned with Pam’s predicament. I tried to give her a sympathetic look but I was being ignored in my corner on The Stool.

Pam sighed and left. Mistress Tracy turned to me and said, “We’ll go visit her later on. I think it will be fun.”

I moaned softly. In spite of how terrified I was of Mistress Tracy, I knew that I’d spend the entire two days aroused. While I tried to focus on writing, my mind kept imagining what might happen at Pam’s restaurant, and what torture I was in for that afternoon.

When Mistress Tracy allowed me off The Stool, I gratefully shut down my laptop and eased the dreadful plug out of my ass. She ordered me to the floor and I crawled behind her as she led me to her bedroom. I’d never seen her bedroom before and it was sort of the opposite of what I expected. I’m not sure exactly what I expected… maybe black curtains, handcuffs everywhere, hooks on the ceiling, blood-red pillows splashed on jet black satin sheets.

But instead, it was almost disappointingly normal. Her bed was made neatly with a pale lilac colored comforter. The walls were beige, adorned with wooden trim. There was a pitcher of water on her nightstand and she poured herself a glass, took a long sip, and said, “Come have a drink.”

I knelt by her feet and she tilted my head up with her thumb, then gave me small sips of the water. When the glass was empty she sat down on the bed and stared at me. I felt decidedly uncomfortable with the attention and I fidgeted and gazed at the floor.

“I want to humiliate you,” she said after a long moment of uneasy silence. She leaned down and touched my cheek and I tried my best not to flinch. “I want to make you suffer. Touch yourself, Sadey.”

I knew I was bright red and was decidedly uncomfortable. Nate and I play with others quite frequently, but I very rarely play alone with someone other than him. Being there, with just Mistress Tracy, and knowing I had to obey her… it was an odd experience, to say the least. But I was determined to please her. If Nate came back to find that I’d been difficult, he would be disappointed. To please Nate, I had to please Mistress Tracy.

So I touched myself. My pussy was wet which wasn’t surprising, and using my own slickness as lubrication, I fingered myself. I rolled my clitoris between my fingers. I slipped inside for just a moment to get that feeling of fullness that I love. And then I looked up at her, and she was looking down at me with such intensity that I nearly came. But she said, “No, no. Don’t come yet.”

I moaned as she kept me in that desperate edge, that crazy cliff where I was just a small, quick rub away from falling off into bliss. It was strange the way she stared at me with such keen interest, such curiosity. She’d seen me orgasm before—this was not totally new stuff to her. But I felt good there, being watched so intently.

She got off her bed and knelt beside me, stroking my back just ever so lightly. I shivered and she laughed.

“I’m going to have fun with you. Tonight, I think I’ll dress you up in one of Pam’s waitress outfits. We’ll ask the manager if you can give the job a shot.”

I whimpered a little and she slapped my thigh.

“Sadey, no whining. Ever. You’ll like dressing up like a slut and showing off your body.” She rubbed my thigh where she’d slapped it and leaned in closer. “If you’re good today, I’ll wait to beat you until after the restaurant. If you’re bad, your ass and thighs will be lined with marks and all of the customers will know you’ve been spanked, just like Pam.”

I was trembling and needed to orgasm but was afraid to ask her for permission. I waited quietly until finally, Mistress Tracy squeezed my thigh hard and said, “Come for me.”

Her grip on my leg pushed me into a powerful orgasm. I threw my head back and looked up at her ceiling as I groaned with pleasure. I’d barely finished cumming when Mistress Tracy slapped my thigh once more and ordered me to get up. So, on shaking legs, I stood and waited for whatever torment she’d planned for me next.

Since Nate and I live in a rural area, we often play outside with no worries about neighbors or even a passing car. Our backyard is well shielded from the road. Mistress Tracy and Pam live in a suburban neighborhood, where the houses are just an arm’s length from each other and neighbors walk their dogs outside and stop to chat with each other. It’s all very friendly in a TV sitcom sort of way.

So, when Mistress Tracy laid out her plan for me, my stomach turned with dread.

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