The essential handbook for singles and couples who want to explore domination and submission as a relationship style or fetish in ways that are emotionally sustainable. For anyone who has ever fantasized about consensual kink, S/m, love, kinky sex, and powerful intimate connections beyond the limits of traditional relationships, this groundbreaking handbook explores the unusual potentials that are unique to kink. Experienced kink participant F.R.R. Mallory dispels myths and covers all the complex contradictions integral to maintaining a successful and responsible kink-centric relationship--from honest communication to self-awareness and more. Individuals and their partners will learn how to establish limits, explore psychological edges, and how to define their relationships on their own terms.

The definitive handbook on Domination and Submission (D/s) relationships and the BDSM lifestyle. A must-read for anyone considering or curious about non-traditional relationships within a fetish culture context. Funny, insightful, educational, and inspiring.Author Michael Makai goes in-depth on Dominants, submissives, switches, primals, and their relationship dynamics. Learn about BDSM activities, bondage, toys, groups, protocols, and safety. This book even dares to go where others fear to tread: Primal relationships, online BDSM relationships, the Gorean subculture, first meetings, religion vs. kink, and the many ways it can all go wrong.You'll love Michael Makai's irreverent and humorous treatment of this subject as he gives you the benefit of his 35+ years of experience in the D/s and BDSM lifestyles.

Within these pages lay the elusive secrets to defining structure and ritual to alternative dominant/submissive and master/slave lifestyle dynamics within your personal life or your community. You will find a definitive resource for building, practicing and maintaining rituals and protocols within your relationship or group, without having to go join a secret society, or convincing someone to mentor you on their private secrets for success.

The winner of the 2019 Fitzcarraldo Editions Novel Prize A sizzling and deeply touching love story between two men, set in the gay biker community of 1970s London In Box Hill, a vivid coming-of-age novel, a young man suddenly wakes up to his gay self—on his eighteenth birthday, when he receives the best gift ever: love and sex. In the woodsy cruising grounds of Box Hill, chubby Colin literally stumbles over glamorous Ray—ten years older, leather-clad, cool, handsome, a biker, and a top. (Colin, if largely unformed, is nevertheless decidedly a bottom.) Colin narrates his love—conveying how mind-blowing being with Ray is—in comically humble-pie terms. “If there are leaders then there must be followers, and I had followership skills in plenty just waiting to be tapped. To this day I can’t see a fat kid in shorts without wanting to rush over and give him what comfort I can. To tell him it won’t always be like this.” Mars-Jones uses Colin’s naivete to give a fresh view of the world and of love. Before long, however, homophobia, class, family strife, and loss rear their ugly heads. Yet in the end, it seems Colin’s modest view oddly takes in the widest horizon: he learns that “people can care about anything.” A surprise and a pleasure, Box Hill is an intensely moving short novel.

Nicky's first day as a maid is turning out to be a lot dirtier than she anticipated. Not only is she expected to wear a skimpy maid's uniform that barely covers anything with no underwear, she is required to surrender to her boss and all the employees in the office. Humiliation and raw physical desire consume her body, mind, and soul as brazen hands breach her every defense and take her. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice feeling much closer to me than he was, so soft it was almost a whisper, but deep enough to vibrate through my bones. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly thought my nose, taking my time to completely empty my lungs before taking in air again, a meditative trick I had learned a few months ago in a free yoga class. It helped calm me down when I panicked, which I was very close to doing at that very moment, especially with him looking at me like that. "Nothing, sir," I said truthfully. He stood up and I took a tentative step back, trying to create a distance between us. That seemed to displease him. His lips tightened into a straight line and I held my breath as I waited for him to talk. The tension in the air made it hard to breath. It didn't help matters that the scent of his cologne filled my lungs, intoxicating my mind and body. I saw his eyes flick down and notice the change in my body. He appraised my body without shame. I continued standing up straight, resisting the strong urge to cover my chest with my arms. "I like what you're wearing," he said, eyeing me up and down, drinking in the sight of my body, almost transparent against the white material and the short skirt that barely covered my anything. I tried to tug the skirt down a little more, but it was no use. "You'll be wearing this from now on," he said with a tone that left no room for protests. "Yes, sir," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned back against the desk, almost sitting on it as he folded his muscular arms over his chest. He exuded power. "Your work hours are clearly stated in the contract. Now, given that you had an early start today, I'm willing to excuse your behavior this time." "Thank you," I breathed a sigh of relief. "Nevertheless, you should still be punished for your tardiness," he said, walking around behind me so I couldn't see him. My heart caught in my throat. I felt his breath against my ear and knew he was leaning close to me. Despite my nerves, I remained absolutely still, waiting for the sound of his voice. "Stand up and lean over the desk," he said finally.

The Heart of Dominance is a how-to guide to the concepts and skills at the heart of consensual dominance. If you are new to dominance, still figuring out just what it's all about or what you want it to mean to you, then this book will provide you with a solid foundation from which to start. If you already practice dominance and are interested in improving your ability to create deep and lasting power dynamics then you'll find many advanced concepts and concrete techniques to integrate into your own personal style. If you have an interest in the bedrock principles of inspiring, deepening, maintaining and enjoying control over a person who dearly, desperately wants you to control them, then this book is for you.

After losing her job, twenty-year-old Marie runs away to Vegas, hoping to find solace by hiding amongst the glamour and parties, but finds herself at the clutches of powerful alpha males in very public places. The men have her trembling and yearning for their brutal passion. She abandons her good senses as she surrenders everything and submits to different men in bars, airplanes, and other outdoor locations. Having an audience only makes her hotter. But what happens when an old lover comes back to visit? Will the black man holding her heart also claim her body? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "You cancelled our sessions," I whispered, stepping closer towards him and pressing my thigh against his half-hard shaft. I looked up at him with hooded eyes and he looked guilty. "Yes," he said. There was a glint in his eyes that looked dangerously close to affection. I waited for him to continue talking, but he merely stared at me. "Madame Violet fired me." The words left my lips without going through my brain and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks at the declaration. I felt like I was proposing to him, which was ludicrous. "You don't work there anymore?" he asked, his eyebrow raised. "Why else am I doing here on a Monday?" I leaned a little closer towards him so I wouldn't have to look at him when we talked. "Is Travis really your name?" I asked, knowing a number of my clients preferred giving pseudonyms when they visited Madame Violet for her services. It was to be expected. Some of the men who frequented our place were important, powerful figures in society. "Yes," he answered as he tightened his hold on the small of my back, his fingers flexing experimentally. I felt my peaks pebble in response to his touch and arched towards him with a soft gasp when he pulled me closer. "Is Marie your real name?" he asked in returned. "Yes," I found myself saying, licking my lips. It was more conversation we had than in the past few months together. Then again, he was blindfolded during the sessions and he referred to me as 'Mistress'. I was no longer in control, but I couldn't be bothered with that. "You're even more beautiful without the mask." "You're even more handsome without the blindfold," I countered, smiling loosely. "Who are you really, Travis, The Marine?" I asked, quirking my lips a little. "I'm not a marine," he admitted, looking a little sheepish, as if he had been caught in a lie. "Haven't been one for a few years now," he said. It never occurred to us that he could be a veteran. He came to sessions in his military uniform. "I'm a businessman," he admitted. "My company is based here in LA," he said. At my questioning gaze, he continued, "I've been flying down to our sessions." "Oh," I gasped. I twined my arms around his neck for balance, clinging to him in the low light. My heels weren't tall enough to bring our heights close. "Madame Violet said you were falling in love with me," I said, my pulse racing as I looked up into his eyes. It must be some sort of record, to be fired from an escort service for being too good at my job. Men were falling in love with me. He was breathing hard too. I could see his chest heave even as we stopped the pretense of dancing and just rubbed up against each other. The other dancers didn't seem to notice, or maybe it was just something people did in dance clubs and they didn't care. He was clearly hard under his jeans and I was suddenly grateful that the music was loud enough to muffle my moans. He leaned down a little more to my ear, speaking a little louder than normal to be heard over the cacophony of noise in the club. "If you?d let me, I'd like to be in charge today."