Looking for some super spicy reading as you soak up the last of the summer sun? Then can I suggest The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales, edited by sexy story supremo Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press? Page after sizzling page of slinky subs and hot doms, pushing each other’s buttons and playing power games… Just be careful you don’t overheat!
Superotica is the latest stop on The Big Book of Submission blog tour so now it’s my turn to tell you about my story in this pantechnicon of kinky delights. “The Lost Suitcase” is a little tale of everybody’s holiday nightmare-that moment when you discover that your suitcase has gone to Miami while you’ve arrived in Los Angeles. But the loss of this particular suitcase didn’t mean the owner had to go out and purchase a new toothbrush and swimsuit. This was the case with the toys in it-and given you know which book this is in, you’ll know what sort of toys I’m talking about!
Sometimes we’re all faced with the need to improvise and that’s what happens here. After a trip to Target, this enterprising Dom has restocked his arsenal (no pun intended!) and is ready for action!
“Bend over the bed.”
I knew the position he meant. I knelt beside the bed and leaned forward until my ass was bent over the edge. I loved this moment-and I hated it. He knew it and he made me wait until the anticipation of what might be coming next had me squirming. I wanted it and I didn’t want it in equal measures.
A sharp shock of pain, a lingering after burn.
“There were so many things on the shelves at Target to choose from,” he said. “I could have bought a leather belt. Electric cables. A table tennis paddle. A canoe paddle. A wooden spoon. A ruler. Let me count the ways I could mark your skin.”
All the while he continued striking my ass, first one side, then the other, building up the intensity slowly. It was his special skill. I couldn’t begin to guess the object slapping hard and flat against my flesh and after a while I couldn’t even process his words. I lost myself in the physical sensation, living and breathing only for the moment when he would transform the pain into pleasure with a slick of lube and the work of a finger or two.
Finally he tossed his implement aside, and I heard a metallic clash on the tiled floor.
“What?” I gasped.
“A skillet,” he said. “They had it on special and we could do with a new one.”
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