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Six Sentence Sunday: Two Nights With Mistress Tracy

I’ve been posting entries lately in my account of two nights with Mistress Tracy. This excerpt is from Part 6 and makes me all warm and tingly…

Pam had her shorts off in a flash and yanked mine down for me. I giggled and helped her undress me, thankful for tinted windows and the darkness of the night. She slid two fingers inside me and I groaned as she curled them just so. I reciprocated, our arms crossing each others, and found her cunt slippery and smooth like mine. Pam moaned happily as I gently pumped in and out of her and Mistress Tracy smiled at us through her review mirror.

When Mistress Tracy pulled into her garage, she ordered Pam to make me cum.

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Excerpt: Slaves on Pertz

Slaves on Pertz  is [finally] available for purchase at the Amazon Kindle store. Below is an excerpt– a scene I really enjoyed writing.

This book was interesting to write, mostly because it threw me out of my normal comfort zone. I think the plot is more intricate than most of my other works, and I really got attached to my main character, Leslie.

If you read it, I would love to hear what you think. Do be aware that it is very different than my first two novels.

Next up? A domestic discipline novella that might even be a little romantic. 😉 I’m doing crazy different things every day!


Excerpt: Slaves on Pertz

 “Leslie, undress me,” said Maia. She placed herself in the middle of the bed on her knees. Her head was just inches away from the short ceiling of the bedroom. The Jaigans wasted no extra material on a place they considered important only for sleeping.

Leslie’s hands were shaking as she pulled Maia’s blue tunic off her body, revealing the woman’s pert, succulent breasts. Though Leslie had seen Maia naked in the bathhouse before, it felt as though it was the first time she’d had the pleasure to see her perfect body. Her skin was so white, such a stark contrast to her black hair.

Pierce was pleased to watch his slave with Maia. He took a seat at the side of the bed and leaned back against the wall.

Leslie pulled Maia’s white pants down over her small but womanly hips. Maia lifted her knees, one at a time, to help the process along. Naked, Maia turned to Pierce.

Now him,” she said to Leslie.

Leslie repeated the process on her Master as she’d done so many times before. Pierce’s body was so masculine and perfect that Leslie loved undressing him. His strength and his power on the compound were very attractive qualities for her. Being among the two of them, Maia and Pierce, and serving them… Leslie was trembling with excitement.

The small room was full of energy as the three shared the same sexual electricity. Maia carefully untied the leash from Leslie’s neck and used the same cloth to bind Leslie’s hands behind her back. Leslie did not resist being bound. No, she craved it. Her body immediately relaxed as her hands were taken from her and she waited, filled with anticipation, for what would be done next.

Maia snapped her fingers and pointed to the corner of the bed. Her face was stern and Leslie quickly obeyed. Awkwardly, she walked on her knees to the corner and knelt there, facing the center of the bed.

Pierce made the first move. He’d been dying to fuck Maia ever since he laid eyes on her. Yet, Maia was a top ranked slave and raping her would have severe consequences—possibly death. Now, because of his Leslie, he had Maia in his bedroom.

He scooted next to her and put his hands around her waist. She did not resist his advances. Instead, she kissed him. Maia’s tongue felt like silk against his. Her kiss was magic. Pierce pulled her naked body close to his, pressing his semi-hard cock against her hairless pussy and she moaned.

He broke away and gave her a grin. Whispering, so Leslie wouldn’t hear, he said, “I thought you only liked girls.”

I love men,” she said, loudly, not caring if Leslie heard. “Men for their muscles, women for their brains, Pierce.”

Pierce laughed and swatted Maia’s ass, earning himself a penetrating glare from the dominant woman.

Save that for your slave,” Maia said.

Both of them looked at Leslie who was trembling in her corner of the bed. Leslie was so full of lust she could barely handle herself. She wanted them to put their hands on her, use her how they wanted. But she kept quiet and stayed as still as she possibly could.

Maia saw right through the poor shaking girl. “I want to make her crazy, Pierce. Fuck me while she watches. Her pleasure can wait.”

Leslie made a whining noise and Pierce reached over to slap her tit. “Shut up, slave,” he said. He turned to Maia and, encouraged by the fact that Maia liked the strength of men, he flipped the woman onto her back and got in between her legs.

Maia didn’t resist. She spread her legs wide for him, holding onto her knees with both of her hands. “Fuck me,” she breathed.

Leslie watched in awe as Maia was manhandled by her master and fucked. She desperately wanted to rub her pussy but her hands remained firmly tied behind her back. She shifted her position a little so her knees wouldn’t be sore and found she could slightly rub her cunt against her own calf if she sat correctly. She did that and soon was humping herself while she watched.

Pierce turned to her and grinned when he saw what she was doing. “Look,” he said to Maia.

Maia smiled at Leslie. “Come here, slave,” she said.

Leslie knee-walked to Maia’s side and Maia put her fingers on Leslie’s dripping wet pussy.

Rub yourself on me,” Maia said. “Don’t cum yet.”

Leslie moaned and rubbed herself on Maia’s hand. She was so close to orgasm but when she got to that magical edge she slowed herself down, saving herself for Maia just as she was asked.

Maia looked happy and relaxed as Pierce pounded her. She lay her head back and watched Leslie lazily as the slave-girl used Maia’s hand to get herself off.

When Pierce seemed to be close, Maia stopped him. “Leslie should lick me now,” she said.

Leslie’s heart was beating wildly when she took her position in between Maia’s legs. Maia’s pussy was wet and gaping from the fucking. Leslie inhaled deeply and smelled her master in the woman’s cunt. Suddenly Maia’s hands were in Leslie’s red hair, holding her face up to stare at her.

Beg me,” Maia growled.

Inspired by Maia’s strict tone and eager to please, Leslie immediately complied. “Oh please, Mistress Maia, please allow me to lick your pussy. I’ll try hard to bring you pleasure. Please, I’d be so honored to lick your— oomph!”

Her words were cut off as Maia used her hands to force Leslie’s open mouth directly into her cunt.

From behind, Pierce was getting ready to have another fuck. He positioned himself against Leslie’s slit and his slave arched her back to give him good access to her glistening pussy.

Maybe you should beg me, too,” he mused, slapping Leslie’s ass.

Wait,” said Maia. “Untie her. I want her hands on me too.”

Leslie was grateful to have her hands back. She was licking her new mistress as delicately as she could and let her tongue be guided by Maia’s moans. Leslie drew little circles around her clit with the tip of her tongue. Maia gasped when Leslie inserted two fingers into her and arched her back when Leslie’s fingers curled around to feel for her g-spot.

Leslie was an inexperienced pussy licker, but she was experienced enough to provide pleasure to Maia.

Pierce slid his wand into Leslie’s aching pussy gently and fucked her with care. He didn’t want to fuck her full force and disrupt Leslie’s licking. He saw pleasure in Maia’s face and wanted his slave to do a good job. This night was about Maia more than anything. Pierce was thrilled to have Maia in his bed, and even more elated that he would not have to share Leslie with Lucas.

Maia’s eyes were closed and her face told Pierce that Leslie was doing a good job. He thrust deep inside Leslie and held her hips steady with his hand. With his other hand, he reached under his slave and felt for her firm little knob. When he found it, he flicked it just how he knew Leslie liked it and was rewarded by a muffled moan against Maia’s cunt.

Maia’s eyes flew open and she looked at Pierce. “Do that more,” she said with a husky tone.

Pierce needed no more encouragement than a request from the compound’s queen. He flicked and rubbed Leslie’s clit and watched in amazement as both women responded to his touch. His cock throbbed inside of Leslie’s clenching pussy as he pleasured both women with a single skilled finger on Leslie’s clit.

It was clear that both of them were close. Pierce pulled out of Leslie and used his hand to whack himself off while he used the other to diddle Leslie’s cunt. He watched in awe as Maia’s body stiffened and her back arched. She screamed in pleasure.

Maia’s pussy muffled Leslie’s orgasmic cries.

It was all too much for Pierce and he grunted loudly as he shot his seed all over Leslie’s back. After he milked every last drop from his cock, Pierce lay back in exhaustion and turned to look at Maia laying beside him.

Maia’s eyes were sparkling and she was staring at Leslie. Leslie had sat up and was kneeling in between Maia’s thin, white legs. Her face was covered in Maia’s juices. Pierce had never seen his slave look so satiated and happy.

Come, lay with us,” Maia said.

They slept, Maia in the middle and Pierce and Leslie on either side.

Leslie dreamed of life back on Earth. Maia spent half of the night watching her new slave sleep.

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Social Service: Six Sentence Sunday

I have received wonderful feedback regarding my second novel, Social Service. This book is a sequel to my debut novel Under Order and I’m happy that readers seem to generally enjoy it.

Here is a short snippet from Social Service. Heather, our protagonist, has gone off for a hike with Ingrid. They discuss their home, which is a kink-friendly town, and Heather learns about the ethically questionable ‘Section Seven’.

“I know it’s strange, Heather,” Ingrid said, realizing I was in shock. “The thing is, a lot of the men and women who sign on to be slaves actually really fucking like it. If they were told they could be free at any time, the whole situation would be stripped of its realism. None of them die, and Master told me the ones who are set free have never even tried to do legal damage to Rock Creek. They know what they’re signing on for when they begin their service. Like I said, different strokes for different fucking folks.”

This is my second week participating in Six Sentence Sunday and I think it’s a lot of fun!

An excerpt of Social Service is here.



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Slaves on Pertz: Six Sentence Sunday


Using her long tongue Maia darted in and out of the folds, flicking at her swollen clit. Leslie’s back arched and she tensed once again, now from pleasure instead of pain.

Taking the licking in silence proved to be more torturous than the beating. She stifled moan after moan as Maia’s cat-like tongue worked its magic. When her body started to tense and she was nearly to the edge of her orgasmic cliff, Maia said, “Scream!”, and Leslie screamed as loud as she could.

Her cries crashed through the walls of their home and out to the forested jungle where Jonna diligently worked.


A small, very small, excerpt from Slaves on Pertz, due to be released when I get around to it*. 🙂 This is for Six Sentence Sunday, a fun little meme. Read more here.


*I’m actually trying hard. Really.


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Excerpt: Social Service

Today Social Service was released in the Amazon Kindle store!

I have, for those wondering, decided to go ahead and release print editions of my books. These will be out in a couple of months.




Social Service continues Heather’s journey from my debut novel, Under Order. This book details her first six weeks in a kink-friendly community called Rock Creek. She is introduced, she is shared, and she feels more owned than ever.

Meanwhile, the community is preparing for Saturnalia, an annual event where the Masters and slaves switch places for a day. What will happen when everything turns upside down?

Please enjoy this excerpt from the first chapter of Social Service.


Chapter One: Linda

I was standing at the shuttle stop, trying not to think about my skirt which had been unceremoniously yanked up around my waist just a moment before. Mark smiled mischievously as he bared my ass to anyone who cared to look. My face was hot with shame.

I wished he let me wear panties. Or a thong. Or a g-string. Any simple scrap of modesty would have been appreciated.

The collar you wear has a small chip in it,” Mark said. “Your location will be known and tracked at all times.”

I nodded, barely hearing him. I was tired and confused. Just last night Mark had torn my world apart. Now I was on my way to work. I wished I could curl up in bed and sleep for hours. Ignoring what was happening to me seemed like a better plan than anything else.

I’ve granted all of the high-level dominants rights to play with you,” he continued. “I expect you to obey them. If I find that you’ve been punished for disobedience, I will punish you again when you return home.”

Yes, sir,” I said automatically.

Because you’re new you will find that a lot of attention is paid to you. This is common, and shouldn’t last more than a few months. Soon you’ll blend in like everyone else. Any command you receive today must be followed by the word linda. If you don’t hear the word, you don’t need to obey the command. I highly doubt anyone would try messing with you without my permission. If it happens, you must tell me. Playing with a collared slave without permission from the owner is a serious crime here. Clear?”

Linda?” I asked. I was more confused than ever and slightly nauseous.

It means ‘beautiful’ in Spanish,” Mark said. He sounded impatient. “Do you understand that you are to obey anyone who says that word in your presence?”

Yes, sir.”


We waited silently for a moment. I stared into space and let all of my thoughts race through my head. Rock Creek. Signing contracts. New job. Mark. Erik.


How could they do this to me?

Heather, I’m proud of you,” said Mark. “You will adjust and feel more at home every day. This is just… well, as you know, this is all moving very fast. For all of us. There was pressure from your firm and of course our own impatience to consider. But I know you well, and you will be fine. You’ll be great today, I promise.” He lifted my head to face him directly. I looked into his eyes. They were kind, compassionate, and full of grace.

I marveled at how his eyes could always make me feel right and at ease.

Thank you, sir,” I said sincerely.

Today will be good for you, Heather. I’m glad you’re going to work. Focusing and being by yourself will help you. But remember, Heather, you are never alone. You are never on your own,” Mark said. His voice went from kind and smooth to a rough growl, making a shiver run up my spine. “You’re here because of a number of reasons, but above all, you must never forget that you are owned.”

Yes, Master. I understand,” I said.

You are reporting to Erik this morning, is that correct?” Mark asked. His fingers traced lines above my ass.

Yes, sir,” I said, quivering under his touch. His kind eyes turned to stones and were impossible to read.

Very good, my pet. I am sure you will have an interesting day. If you have any trouble or need anything, I’ll have my phone with me. All of the people who have permission to play with you know your safeword, and know more about you than you could even imagine. They also all know that this is your first day of work, and your first full day here at the community. You’ll mostly be left alone.”

Yes, sir. Thank you,” I replied, feeling slightly relieved. Just then the shuttle van pulled up. I checked my watch: eight o’clock exactly.

Good girl,” he said, smiling at me. I turned to step into the van, but before I could move Mark’s arm wrapped around my waist. He quickly bent me over and smacked me hard four times on my bare ass. I yelped more from surprise than pain.

He righted my posture, pulled my skirt into place, and pushed me towards the van.

Have a good day,” he said.

I climbed into the shuttle, my face burning red. I fished my new account card out of my purse and handed it to the driver. He was grinning.

Where are you going?” he asked.

Downtown, Section A.”

He swiped the card and handed it back.

Six other people were on the mini-bus with me. I was relieved that none of them really even looked at me when I took my seat. I gazed out the window, watching the houses fly by as we made our way to Section A, making various stops along the way.

Over and over my mind repeated, “Mark and Rebecca. Mark is married. Mark and Rebecca.” I couldn’t believe I’d been manipulated in so many ways over the last year. I felt slightly queasy thinking about Rebecca. Last night, when I arrived, I was so exhausted and confused that I didn’t really process the entire situation I had just been introduced to. I was Mark’s slave yesterday. Today, I belonged to both of them. And Mark wasn’t my single suitor. He wasn’t my exclusive Master. He was Rebecca’s husband.

The shuttle halted to a quick stop and a young woman climbed on board. She slid in next to me.

Hello, Heather,” she said, placing her hand on my leg.

I shifted a bit, moving away from her. “Hello,” I replied.

Don’t move away, darling. You are, as they said, quite linda,” she said. When I heard the magic word I froze, unsure what to do next.

My name is Mistress Lacy,” she said. “Rebecca told me about you. You’re even more beautiful in person than she described.”

I looked around us, wondering if anyone was listening in as she spoke.

Thank you, Mistress Lacy,” I replied respectfully.

She ran her fingers up my torso, stopping to play with my nipples through my blouse. “Rebecca and Mark seem to think you to be quite a novice at submission. Is this true, Heather?” she asked, pinching each of my nipples lightly.

I… I guess it is,” I said.

Hmm,” she drawled, making circles around each of my nipples which were now poking out against the fabric of my blouse. “Well, I’m thrilled that we will share the bus in the morning. On the way out, you see, we’re on Section B rules. When we get to the gate, we must behave. But for the next few minutes… I think I’d like to see you without your shirt on, Heather.”

I wanted to cry, I was so ashamed. Everyone else on the bus was studying their newspaper or listening to headphones. None of them were engaging in anything at all sexual. But I knew I was expected to obey. I knew I must do as I was told.

Yes, Mistress Lacy,” I whispered. My shaking hands unbuttoned my blouse until it fell open, exposing my breasts.

All the way off, silly Heather,” she said, helping me pull my arms out of the blouse. “You have such pretty breasts. Round and full, a nice big handful. What are you, 34-B?”

I nodded.

Very pretty,” she said.

Want her up here?” called the driver from the front. Startled, I looked to what he was referring to. He pushed down a small padded seat in the front that faced the entire bus. My stomach turned with dread.

Not today, Stu. Thanks.” Mistress Lacy turned to look at me. My nipples were both rock hard from a combination of her stimulation and the chill of the morning air.

She watched me as I sat quietly until we pulled up to the gate, where she handed me my blouse and told me simply, “Put it on.”

For the rest of the ride she didn’t engage with me, neither with conversation nor touch. She got off a few stops before downtown and ignored my attempt to say good-bye.

Feeling confused and nervous, I decided to get off the bus a stop early in order to get more of a feel for Section A and the neighborhoods around the office building. I walked through the park that I knew I could see from my personal office, enjoying the breeze and the fresh air. I loved the feel of the quaint downtown; it was like a main-street of a small mid-western town. There was no evidence at all of kinky activities. Around the corner I found a little coffee shop, and using my new account card I ordered myself and Erik a latte. Unless he had been deceiving me about his tastes, I could order for him better than nearly anyone else in my life.

At the door to my law firm, I took a deep breath before walking inside. Be calm, I said to myself. I knew in my heart I’d do fine. I would excel here as I had at the city branch. But starting anything new always comes with a feeling of uncertainty. Especially considering Erik’s new role in my life.

Inside, the receptionist greeted me warmly.

Good morning Heather,” she said, handing me a couple of file folders. “I’m Steph. I can help you with any basic questions you have today. Also, a few of us are going to lunch together. If you want you’re welcome to join us.” She smiled at me.

Though I’d seen her yesterday, today I really looked at Steph for the first time. She was a beautiful woman. She had dark skin with jet black hair that fell in tight curls down past her shoulders. Her face was long and thin and her features were sharp.

Thanks, Steph,” I said.

Erik was in his office speaking on the phone. He motioned me inside. I took a seat in front of his desk and slid his latte over to him.

His office was the same size as mine, more or less, and furnished fairly equally as well. It was clear from how much stuff had accumulated that Erik had been working here for a long time.

After a few minutes, he hung up the phone and looked at me. His arms were folded casually across his chest, his tie loose. I was curious how he would act, who the real Erik was. Just a week ago, he was my casual office-mate at the other branch. There, he was almost a friend. I felt hurt to find out that he deceived me. He had been spying on me, making sure I was right for this branch.

You know, Heather,” he began, “I’m still the guy you knew at the city branch.”

But… it’s different,” I responded, my voice cracking and betraying my emotions.

Yes, it is. You’ll adjust. Go close and lock the door.”

I stood, my legs shaking, and shut his office door. The click of the lock sent a shiver down my spine. I turned around, staying put near the door, waiting for further instruction.

Erik still sat at his desk, watching me carefully. “What do you think would help you learn your place here, Heather?” he asked.

I don’t know,” I replied softly, staring at my feet.

Strip, linda,” he said, his voice steady. My stomach turned and I looked over to him, searching his expression for a clue. When Mark gave me an order, his face became stern and hard. With Erik, his face gave nothing away. No emotion, no lust.

I slipped off my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse while Erik watched. I knew I had no choice. Disobeying him was the same as disobeying Mark. The consequences for direct disobedience would be severe.

I wondered how many times Erik had imagined this day as we worked together for so many months.

Step out of your shoes, too,” he said. His voice was quiet. Calm.

I slipped off my heels. I folded my clothes and placed them on the seat of a chair by the door. Shrugging away my instinct to cover up my body, I stood before him, my hands by my side, completely naked.

Erik rose and walked over to me. I had always thought of us as the same height, but without my heels he seemed to tower over me. His face was close to mine, three inches away at most. He placed his hands on my waist.

Heather, you are a slave. You are also a very talented lawyer. It will, at times, be difficult for you to grasp how to manage these two very different worlds. I think it became difficult for you at the city branch these last few weeks. Would you agree?”

I nodded. A month ago I had finally begun to see the role of slave as real. Before that it was sort of a game. Role-play. But Mark had helped me understand myself. I was a slave.

You may address me as sir, Heather,” Erik said, his grip tightening around my waist.

Yes, sir,” I whispered.

So,” he continued, “these feelings present an interesting problem that I think we can tackle together. First, you will be subject to regular corporal discipline here at the office. Most of the team here is BDSM friendly. You’ll learn who you are expected to submit to with time. Of the people at the firm who practice BDSM, the majority are dominant. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering our field. I will be the main person who you will report to, and I will be the one dishing out the majority of your discipline. But in the event that I’m unavailable, you will retain utmost respect for the others here who demand your obedience and submission. Is this clear?”

Yes, sir.”

Good. Secondly, you must never forget that, even though you are a lawyer, you are more importantly a slave. You will have humility. You will not balk at any task, no matter how trivial. You are not too good for anything.”

Yes, sir,” I said, swallowing hard.

Good. Finally, I will require that you submit to me, at the end of the day, at least one thing you could have done better. I don’t care if it’s something small. We are all working on self-improvement, and you will improve daily. This will help both your service and your humility. Is that clear?”

Yes, sir.”

Erik let go of my waist and stepped back. His expression finally changed, his calmness giving way to lust. I watched as his eyes wandered over my body.

It will be a pleasure to put you in your place, Heather. Though you never said it directly, I know you thought you were a hot-shot lawyer back at the city branch. And of course, you are a remarkable lawyer. But god… I can’t wait to humiliate you to your fucking core.”

My stomach turned when Erik said this, though I felt the familiar tingle in my pussy. My mind ran over the possibilities of what he might do to me, or what he might make me do. My heart was beating hard. What had Mark given him permission to do with me? Would Erik fuck me? Make me give him a blow job? I was helpless and at his mercy.

Lay on the floor, on your back,” he said, walking over to his bookcase and opening a drawer. His floor was tiled, but near the desk was a pretty woven rug. I lay down on the rug, stretching out. He returned to my side.

Knees to your chest.”

Yes, sir,” I said, groaning inwardly. I pulled my legs up to my chest knowing that my ass and cunt were exposed to Erik’s eyes.

Spank yourself,” he said. He pulled a chair up beside me and sat down, waiting.

Wha… what?” I asked, confused.

Use your hand and spank yourself on your ass, Heather. This isn’t rocket science.”

My face burned red imagining the view he was getting. I began to spank myself with my right hand.

Harder,” he urged. “This only ends when I think you’ve been well spanked. And I don’t plan on helping you.”

Oh, Erik… please,” I moaned, wanting to disappear.

Address me with respect, slave,” he said, glaring down at me. He leaned back in his chair, fondling his cock through his pants as he watched me spank my own ass.

I closed my eyes and continued smacking my butt, wondering how long he would make me do this. I wished he would just spank me himself… that would have been humiliating enough. I was kind of annoyed. He was probably doing this simply to prove that he could make me do whatever he commanded.

My arm is so tired, sir,” I whispered after what felt like forever. I hoped he would consider my bottom well-spanked.

OK. You can use this, now,” he said, handing me a flat wooden spatula. “You’ll be able to spank yourself just as hard but using less arm strength. And Heather, you need to give yourself a very firm spanking. I want your butt to be red for the better part of the morning. If I need to assist you, you’ll be a very sorry little girl. So spank yourself, hard.”

I choked back tears. The pain on my ass was nothing compared to the embarrassment I felt. I spanked myself in earnest, praying that the slapping sound of the wood against my skin wasn’t able to be heard outside of his office. Finally, when I did not think I could raise my arm again, Erik grabbed my wrist.

That’s enough. Get dressed.”

I stood up awkwardly and put on my skirt and blouse. Erik took the seat behind his desk and began leafing through the folders I had been given by Steph.

Thanks for the latte, Heather,” he said, smiling up at me.

You’re welcome, sir,” I replied, pulling on my heels. I looked around for a mirror but there was none.

So, for today, I need you to take a look at these contracts. They’re for some of our newer applicants. Contract law is a bitch, Heather. And it’s some of the most important work we do. I also want you to look through our main contracts that we use for home and land ownership and community relationships. You need to be extremely familiar with them, and you need to be able to explain the gist of them to any prospective homeowners or residents.”

I nodded. Our boss, Mr. Richards, had already explained that a lot of my work would be in contract law. And, like Erik mentioned, I knew it would be tough work. That was why they were paying me so well.

I’ll expect you here every morning at nine sharp. You will leave every day at five, checking in with me before you go. We don’t have our lawyers work ridiculous hours here, unless we have some extreme priorities. You, Heather, are not allowed to work late unless you get specific permission.”

Yes, sir,” I mumbled. My workaholic personality would have a tough time adjusting to the hours. Erik had to know that; he very rarely worked later than me back at the city branch. I was accustomed to putting in over seventy hours per week. Cutting back by nearly half would be a struggle.

OK. Get to work.” Erik turned to his computer, dismissing me.


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Excerpt from Under Order: A Dirty Chill

Like a total doof, I posted a chapter from my latest novel in pretty much every forum except my own blog. Oops.

Here you go!

M/f, MM/f, humiliation, spanking, punishment

Heather Green is a young workaholic lawyer with no time for a relationship. Until she meets Mark. Mark’s dominance, his commands, and his expectations soon lead Heather down a path she never dreamed possible. As Mark and Heather grow to know one another, Heather learns pieces of the lifestyle Mark is leading her towards. Will a BDSM intentional community make a slave free?


The walk went quickly. Ralph’s was just a block from my apartment. All of my work to disguise myself was for nothing; hardly anyone was outside.

Mark was dressed very casually in old blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Instead of his usual BMW, he had a brown, dented Honda. He kissed me when I arrived, then stood back to look at me.

“Didn’t I tell you to wear the dress and nothing more?” he asked.

“I’m not wearing anything else,” I said.

“Take off the sunglasses and the hat.”

I took them off sheepishly, knowing I hadn’t done as he had asked.

“Wait here,” he said. He went into Ralph’s and I waited impatiently. It was still very light outside and I was worried that I would see someone I knew.

Mark returned. “Follow me,” he said. He led us around to the back of the store and unlocked the men’s bathroom door. He pushed me inside and locked the door behind us.

“Bend over and put your hands on the sink, Heather.”

I looked at him, then at the sink, then back to him. “Really?” I asked. The sink didn’t appear to be very clean.

Without a word, Mark pushed me forcefully down to the sink. I used my hands to catch myself and he covered them with his. I felt his whole body around me, his strength and power so obvious. His hands were so much bigger than mine, holding me down.

“If you move these fucking hands before I’m done, you will be a very sorry little slave,” he growled softly into my ear. I shuddered under him. I was scared.

“Did you think that I wanted you to wear a little disguise along with your outfit, Heather?” he asked, standing up and positioning himself behind me.

“No,” I admitted.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you disobeyed?”

“I… I didn’t know. I didn’t know if you were serious,” I said. I looked down at the sink and saw rings of mineral deposits. I decided I did not like men’s bathrooms.

“Look back at me, Heather,” he said. I looked at him and was relieved to see he had a small smile on his face. “You can rest assured, my dear, for any future commands that I give you, that I am always very serious.”

He reached to his back pocket and produced a wooden spoon. “This,” he said, “is something I usually carry when I’m going out with a slave or submissive girl. In public, it is very difficult to discretely give a naughty girl a proper punishment. But I can use this quite effectively without producing a lot of noise. As long as you keep quiet, Heather, your neighborhood shopkeeper won’t be the wiser. You may face forward now.”

I looked forward, a bit annoyed. I didn’t want to be punished. It seemed so unfair that he would spank me for a simple misunderstanding.

Mark pulled my dress up over my ass, bunching it up at my waist. He wasted no time and used the spoon to pepper my butt with a series of spanks.

I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out. It was worse then his hand, and maybe even worse then the paddle Jasmine used to spank me. It stung. I clutched the sides of the sink as hard as I could, not knowing if I would be able to keep myself from using my hands to block the blows. Before long I was hopping from foot to foot, moving my ass around to try to avoid his spanks.

He stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. His hands grazed my skin softly. “Do you think you’ve been punished enough, Heather?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said quickly. Definitely.

“I disagree, but I prefer a change in venue. Wash your hands.”

I washed my hands thoroughly. Mark pulled my dress down and led me back out to the parking lot.

“Get in. I’ll return the bathroom key to Ralph,” he said, unlocking the door to the car.

We drove for over a half hour. I realized he was taking us to one of the sketchy parts of town. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been to this area. He pulled into street parking and gestured to a restaurant across the road. It was a diner that desperately needed new siding. On the glass door entrance was a neon ‘open’ sign.

“Do you think a lot of your colleagues go to restaurants like this?”

“Um, no,” I said.

“Or friends?”


“Or estranged Mormon relatives?” he said, looking at me and smiling.

“More likely scenario, but no. I don’t think so.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

“Like this? Here?” I asked nervously, looking down at my outfit. My dress barely covered my tits and my ass, and my boots and makeup just made the outfit over the top. In this part of town, I’d be assumed to be an actual prostitute wearing this kind of thing.

“Ah. Your hesitation reminds me that you still deserve a little more punishment. And I love embarrassing you. It’s so easy. Come on, follow me. I have an idea.”

I reluctantly followed Mark as he quickly walked across the street and into the restaurant. It was crowded, to my disappointment, and I felt the eyes of the customers on me as we entered. Mark signaled a waitress and asked to speak to the manager.

Seconds later, a man around 50 years old with a bit of a gut sauntered up to us.

“What do you want?” he grumbled, glaring at Mark and eying me with lust. He spoke with a bit of an accent that could only be described as ‘rural’. I stepped behind Mark a little bit more, trying to hide from the man’s gaze.

“Hello, sir,” Mark began, reaching out to shake the man’s hand. “Listen, I have an odd question for you. Do you have an office where we can speak privately?”

The man looked Mark up and down and asked, “Is you a cop?”

“No, sir.”

“Fine, then. I’m Wayne. I don’t got no personal office. You want private… we could talk in the refrigerator. It’s a walk-in fridge, just got ‘er installed last week.”

“That would be perfect,” said Mark. We followed Wayne back into the kitchen, which was surprisingly clean. He opened the large, steel door of the fridge and shouted out to the cooks, “HEY – WE’S GOT A PRIVATE DISCUSSION TO HAVE. STAY OUTTA HERE FOR A FEW MINUTES.”

The three cooks murmured and nodded, not paying much attention to their boss. We all entered the refrigerator, and Wayne shut the door behind us and turned on the light. My nipples immediately hardened from the cold and I shivered in my skimpy dress. The light was florescent and bright. I wished Wayne had an office. A dimply lit office would befit him well.

“Do you wanna sit down on something? There’s buckets under that shelf,” he said.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” replied Mark.

“So what do you want?” Wayne asked, his voice slightly irritable. He was staring directly at me though speaking to Mark.

“Well, I’ve got a bit of a problem,” Mark began. “This young lady is on a date with me. She’s been a bit naughty. I want to give her a spanking, but I’m just too far from home to spank her in private. I know this is a really strange request, but would you mind if we spank her here?”

My jaw dropped open. I couldn’t believe these words were flowing so easily out of Mark’s mouth.

“Well I’ll be goddamned,” said Wayne. I looked at him, wondering if he would kick us out immediately. “You sure you ain’t a cop?” he asked.

“I’m not a cop,” said Mark.

“And her neither?” he asked, leering at me.

“She’s a waitress.”

“Yeah, figures,” said Wayne. “I got half a mind to spank some of the waitresses here, spillin’ every damned thing and takin’ thirty minute cigarette breaks. Like they’re queens or somethin’, right?”

“That’s exactly right,” said Mark.

“Well, you wanna spank her in this here ‘frigerator, well you can go right ahead. Only thing is I get to watch.”

My stomach turned over and I looked at Mark, desperately wanting him to take me away from this terrible situation. He looked back at me and smiled slyly.

“Actually,” Mark said, “if you don’t mind, I think it would do her good to get a spanking from you.”

Wayne looked at Mark, then at me, and back to Mark. A broad smile formed across his face. “Well I’ll be goddamned,” he said again. “This day sure is turnin’ around. I had my best cook quit this mornin’, and the wife’s all angry at me about somethin’ stupid or other. If it wouldn’t suit me to spank your pretty little girlfriend, I dunno what would. Goddamn.”

“All right then. Do you mind doing it here?” Mark asked.

“I don’t mind one tiny lil’ bit,” said Wayne.

“Very good. Darling, please take your dress off and bend over. You can rest your hands on your knees.”

In spite of the cool temperature of the refrigerator I could feel my cheeks burning with shame. I pulled my dress off and handed it to Mark. Then I turned towards the walls behind us and bent over. My mind was spinning with the humiliation of being so exposed to this stranger. The only comfort I felt was that I knew I’d never see this man again.

Wayne let out a long, low whistle. “Boy, does your girl have a nice ass.”

“She does… but she definitely needs it reddened on occasion. It helps to keep her in line,” Mark explained. “Have you spanked a girl before, Wayne?”

“Well not just like this, that’s for sure. I’s smacked my wife good and hard on the ass once in awhile, but only when I’m screwin’ her,” he said.

“OK. Go on and give this naughty girl a few spanks,” Mark said. I cringed, dreading this man touching me more than the pain of the spanking to come. Two astonishingly light spanks fell on my ass, followed by a quick grope of both of my ass and then two more light spanks.

“Here,” said Mark. I looked up to see him holding his hand cupped a little for Wayne, demonstrating. “Try it like this.”


“Ow!” I cried as Mark spanked me hard.

Wayne let out another low whistle. “Well I’ll be damned,” he said.

“Just give her a few like that, and then rub her butt for awhile. Then a few more, and so on,” Mark said helpfully. I shot a glare back at him and he grinned at me.

Wayne was a quick student and did just as Mark said, alternating firm smacks on my ass with copious amounts of rubbing and groping. I was cold and ashamed and wanted nothing more than for this punishment to be over. The heat of the spanking only relieved the cold feeling on my ass. I shivered from both the pain and the chill and I couldn’t tell the difference between the two sensations.

“I think that’s pretty good, Wayne,” Mark finally said. I breathed deeply with a rush of relief. “Stand up and thank him, darling.”

I stood up and turned around, debating whether I should cover my tits or my bare cunt from Wayne’s creepy eyes. I tried to cover both, using my left hand and arm to conceal my breasts and my right hand to hide my pussy. I looked up at Mark and saw his eyebrows furrowing. He shook his head and I sighed, placing my hands at my sides. He wanted to show me off to this man.

“Thank you, Wayne, for spanking me,” I said.

“You sure are welcome, girl,” Wayne replied. “Hell, I’ll spank you anytime.”

“Here’s your dress, put it on now,” said Mark.

As fast as I could, I put on the dress and pulled it as far down over my butt as I could.

“We’re going to grab a bite to eat here, Wayne. Anything on your menu that you recommend we try?” asked Mark.

Wayne opened the door and I nearly ran out to the kitchen. I was cold. All three of the people working in the kitchen looked up at us when we left the walk-in refrigerator. Had they heard anything? Had they heard everything?

I barely listened as Wayne droned on and on about the food. He led us back to a corner booth in the front of the restaurant and handed us both laminated menus. There were windows all around us, brightly lighting our table.

“Well it was sure nice meetin’ you both. What did you say your names are?”

“I’m Steven,” said Mark quickly. “And this is Kate.”

“All right. You two enjoy your meal. Ya’lls welcome back, anytime.” Wayne paused before leaving us, taking a few inappropriate seconds to look at me. I shrunk down into the booth.

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