Everyone, spank your fine asses for the amazing erotic romance writer and fellow Totally Bound Katy Swann, who’s my guest this week for BDSM and D/s Month!
As an author of BDSM romance I write a lot about BDSM clubs, but until two years ago I had never actually been to one. It took months to persuade my husband to go before he finally gave in and agreed, if only to shut me up. I’d argued that I needed to go for research. After all, how could I write about BDSM clubs if I’d never actually been to one? Well, that was my excuse and I was sticking to it.
Rather than one of the big trendy London clubs we chose a small local place that sounded friendly and more intimate. I was both terrified and excited at the same time.
When we arrived we were greeted by the sight of a middle-aged man dressed in a school uniform being paddled by a Domme. She grinned at us as we passed them to get to the bar and in that instant I relaxed and felt at home. These were real kinky people not just trendy socialites wanting to show off their latest designer fetish outfits and I loved it.
The dungeon was everything I had imagined it would be. Two crosses, a spanking bench, cage, medical chair and countless implements of torture draping off every wall. I was in Heaven as we found a seat and sat down to observe the scenes around us. Someone was being flogged on the bench, a woman was being ‘examined’ on the medical chair and some poor man was having his private bits encased in some sort of metal contraption. There were sensual scenes where Dominance and submission were the main attraction as well as more intense S&M scenes, definitely not for the faint-hearted.
I learnt so much that night. Not just that these sexy clubs really do exist, but that a lot of the people who go to them are welcoming and friendly. We met people that night who have become very good friends since. We’ve been to the big London clubs now as well as fetish fairs and the local munch, but nothing will ever match the excitement of that first night when we were welcomed into the fetish community.
Dominion, the hotel/club in my latest series, bears no resemblance to any of the clubs we’ve been to. I made it up because it would be my idea of the perfect night out. A stylish country house hotel set in acres of parkland with a spa and fabulous restaurant. After dinner the guests would make their way to the dungeon and playrooms where they would play all night before stumbling up to their five star suite. Unfortunately, as far as I’m aware, nothing like that exists which is why I created it. That’s the beauty of being an author – we can make our dreams come true, even if it is only on paper.
Frankie Hamilton is stunned when her husband, Jake, gives her an ultimatum. Either she goes with him to a country hotel for the weekend or he’ll leave her. In an attempt to save her troubled marriage she agrees to go.
But Dominion is no ordinary hotel. During the week it’s an upmarket conference centre, but at weekends it becomes an exclusive BDSM hotel. This particular weekend it’s Vanilla Spice, where those new or returning to BDSM can explore their fantasies in a safe and decadent environment.
When Jake asks her to submit one more time Frankie is initially outraged. After all, it’s two years since their D/s dynamic ended and she’s no longer a submissive. Is she? She still loves Jake though and doesn’t want to lose him so she agrees, even if it’s just to prove that she’s now as vanilla as the ice cream in their freezer.
But Frankie is soon reminded of how delicious it feels to kneel at her Master’s feet. Her fondness for punishment and a good spanking leaves her begging for more. And when their old friend and owner of Dominion, Marco Alessi, offers to use her as the subject for a rope demo she’s finally forced to face up to her kinky needs.
But that’s not the only thing she has to come to terms with. Beneath her tough exterior lies a grief that has been buried for two years. As her submission starts to melt the icy core inside her heart, it sets off a chain of events and emotions that could either make her marriage stronger than ever or completely destroy it.
“You look beautiful,” he said, pulling her back up. “Now, I’ve been told there’s no protocol during dinner but afterwards, we’ll be taken to the dungeon—and I do believe it’s a pretty impressive one—where the usual rules will apply.”
Protocol? She hated protocol. She raised her eyebrows and tried not to scowl. “Are you telling me that I have to ask permission to speak?”
He nodded, solemnly.
“And I’m to call you Sir?” She practically spat the word ‘sir’ out.
“Anything else? Will I have to crawl around on my hands and knees, naked, and kiss your feet in gratitude every time you acknowledge me?” The sarcasm in her voice actually made him smile. Bastard!
“No, but any insolence will be severely dealt with.”
Despite her insistence that she was no longer into anything kinky, his words sent a little bolt of lightning through her body. She used to find it incredibly hot when Jake punished her. It had got to the point where he’d had to find other ways to discipline her because she’d enjoyed being spanked so much.
He’d been clever and inventive with his punishments and she had quickly learned not to be too sassy. She shuddered as she remembered only too well her frustration when he’d denied her an orgasm. She had practically screamed in frustration as he’d brought her to the brink and left her dangling—horny, desperate and needy as hell.
Jake turned to his black bag and took something else out, holding it behind his back so she couldn’t see what it was. He had an impish grin on his face when he held up the leash he used to attach to her collar.
“No way,” she cried. Oh God, the leash had always left her in no doubt as to Jake’s control over her. It had been a powerful symbol of her submission and Jake knew it now, damn him.
“Come here.” He pulled on the metal ring on her collar until she was directly in front of him again, then attached the leash. He now controlled her movements and the little butterflies in her stomach intensified. Damn it, she wouldn’t enjoy this. She wouldn’t!
Jake led her to the door, then stopped and turned to inspect her. Her face heated under his scrutiny and she couldn’t help lowering her eyes submissively in response. God, what was wrong with her?
“That’s my girl.” He smiled and gently tugged on the leash as he led her down the long corridor toward the grand, sweeping staircase.
Katy Swann has just turned fifty and lives near London, UK with her husband, three children and elderly cat.
Katy writes BDSM romance with an emphasis on Dominance and submission. She finds the D/s dynamic the most exciting and erotic aspect of BDSM although a good spanking or flogging comes a close second. Her books are first and foremost love stories with a large dose of D/s and kinky sex.
The Boundaries Trilogy (To Love and Submit, To Love and Trust & To Love and Obey) was published in December 2013 and was her first release with Totally Bound Publishing. She is currently working on a new series of standalone BDSM novels called Dominion.
Coffee, chocolate and cats are her favourite things and are often close by when she sits down to write.
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