Submission: Erotica for Women

By Cleis Press

Eyes blindfolded. Mouth gagged. Hands chained to the headboard. You’re on display, ready for him—ready to be used. And the only sound in the room is your own breathing...until you hear him close the door behind you. Let these tales give you inspiration for the next time you find yourself in a tight spot. This collection of stories featuring guys dominating their eager, submissive lovers is bound to fill your imagination with kinky playtime ideas!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cleis Press
• Release date: Sep 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781573449861

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INTRODUCTION: THE EXQUISITE ART

As any experienced bottom will tell you, submission is so much more than just surrendering yourself, mind, body, and soul, to pleasure—it’s an art form. Your body becomes a canvas upon which your master paints his every desire using the implements of twisted pleasure—floggers, ropes, belts, canes. With the proper technique, your body turns from a blank canvas into a beautiful portrait of passion, a mélange of reds, pinks, and purples.

And you endure it all so blissfully, a grin on your face and tears streaking your mascara, with nothing spoken other than a meek Thank you, master. For you’re spiraling headlong into subspace, that perfect state of trance in which your world shrinks to the white-hot pinpoints of pain and pleasure, two sides of the same divine coin. Nothing gets you off more than the faint knowledge that you’re becoming a living work of art.

In the first story—Lux Zakari’s Truss Issues—a reluctant girl submits to being tied up for the first time, then discovers how erotic and empowering bondage can be. In Alison Tyler’s The Art of Darkness, a slave overcomes her fear of the dark when her master blindfolds and teases her to a shuddering climax. A boardroom bitch who’s a slave to her job—and to her Sir—gets put in her place in Teresa Noelle Roberts’s Reclaiming. Tess Danesi’s I Breathe Your Name features a submissive who, like her master, loves to play rough—and she’s punished for it in a breathtaking shower scene. In Rachel Kramer Bussel’s The Weight, a 22-year-old girl loses herself in her lover’s flesh by being pinned to the mattress and crushed beneath him. And in A Necessary Correction by Debra Hyde, an experienced sub gets punished for speaking out of turn by being gagged, caned, and subjected to her master’s dark whims.

This collection of stories featuring eager women begging to please their partners is bound to fill your imagination with kinky playtime ideas. With a focus on the pleasure experienced by submissive women, Submission presents brave female characters who place their own fulfillment front and center and ask for exactly what they want. Best of all, they know how to find dominant male partners who know that power is best enjoyed by those who can consensually yield to a commanding, masculine figure.

What’s that? You can’t turn the pages with your hands tied? You’ll figure out another way…

Alex Algren

Oakland, California

TRUSS ISSUES

Lux Zakari

Emy didn’t want to be tied up. One could say she didn’t have much confidence in others.

Samir found this all very interesting. Why not?

A quick glance around the crowded outdoor patio of the restaurant revealed it was far too dark to see if anyone was listening in, but Emy decided the conversation had taken a turn too intriguing to care about eavesdroppers. She turned back to Samir, who sat opposite her, the light from a hurricane lamp flickering between them and dancing shadowy, suggestive patterns across their faces. His dark-eyed gaze studied her with an intensity that made her fidget. I guess I’ve seen too many instances where people have put their faith in the wrong lovers.

Really? He arched an eyebrow and rubbed at the facial hair running the length of his jaw. Like when?

Like I don’t know. She flicked her wrist in indication there were too many times to count, but the way he watched her had ways of making her forget. I saw a movie once where the guy tied a naked girl to his bed, duct-taped her eyes and mouth shut and just left her there. Then, because he’d done so much meth, he forgot she was there until three days later.

He granted her a reprieve from his stare by rolling his eyes. I thought you meant something happened to you personally.

It doesn’t matter, it was still traumatizing. In any case, it’s a prime example of why I don’t sleep with meth addicts.

That’s a good code to live by. It doesn’t explain why you won’t let someone who’s not a drug-addled psychopath tie you up.

A man worth consuming her with desire, tying her up—she’d never entertained that secret Option B before, which, now presented by Samir, sounded inexplicably sexy. Emy shook the foreign, fascinating thoughts from her head, tucking a strand of her curly red hair behind her ear and reaching for the bread basket. Because it still seems quite fucking terrifying. She selected a fat round roll and cut it in half with her butter knife to give her suddenly nervous fingers something to do. I don’t want to have to worry about all the horrific things some guy could do to me when I’m at my most vulnerable. She shuddered. What’s erotic and fun about that?

Hmm… was his only reply. He plucked a roll from the basket and pulled it apart like a man engrossed with his appetizer, but Emy knew better. They’d been seeing each other for three weeks, and she was already familiar with that look in his dark brown eyes, the telltale glimmer hinting at