Watch me read from “Make Me” in Yes, Sir

Me reading from my kinky personal trainer story “Make Me” in Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission:

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Cleo Dubois’s Academy of SM Arts

Photo via Valleywag

From Melissa Gira Grant’s Valleywag post, I found out about Cléo Dubois’s Academy of SM Arts. You can take various Erotic Dominance Intensives and learn all about BDSM – there’s a women’s weekend course coming up April 5-6 at the San Francisco Citadel and a men’s weekend course there May 17-18, aught by Dubois, Eve Minax, and Selina Raven.

The first dominatrix to take me under her wing kept her dungeon close enough to the Moscone Center, but the only domina to give me a formal diploma on graduation was Cleo Dubois, founder of the Silicon Valley based Academy of SM Arts. Having a discreet, private place to indulge in SM has drawn out a decent number of Valley guys over the years, says Cleo — men who want to play, but need to keep a low profile about it. “There was the systems analyst who came to me with his girlfriend,” Dubois told me, who had been begging him to spank and tie her up, but he didn’t know where to start. Read on for how to get schooled yourself — the stern headmistress fantasy is hot, sure, but you don’t want to actually get thrown out of SM class.

Yes, Sir excerpt: Donna George’s Storey’s “Dear Professor Pervert”

Good news! Copies of Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission have arrived at the offices of my publisher Cleis Press. You can order it directly from them (free shipping!) or the book will be in stores and available from Amazon next week (pre-order now to save 5%). I plan to offer audio podcast recordings of some of the stories, including the one below. And if you didn’t get a postcard (U.S. only, sorry), send your mailing address to yesantho at gmail.com and request the Yes, Sir postcard and I’ll send it right out. Here’s a teaser from “Dear Professor Pervert” by Donna George Storey

Assignment #5: Go to the woman-friendly adult store south of campus. Ask a saleswoman for advice on anal toys. Confess your level of experience—beginner, dabbler, veteran ready for a challenge? Purchase the item she recommends as well as a bottle of lubricant. When you return home, insert the toy in your anus and masturbate. Record the experience in your Masturbation Journal, following the usual guidelines. Your last assignment earned A for the journal entry, which was nicely paced with evocative imagery. However, I gave you a B- for practical execution. The point of these exercises is for you to attempt something you haven’t tried before. I expect you to obey this rule in the future. If you accumulate enough demerits, it will be necessary to discipline you appropriately. Sincerely, Professor Pervert.

Ah, yes, Assignment #5. That’s why I’m here in this strange pose: sitting on my bed with my back against the headboard, my legs spread wide. It’s the only position that lets me keep the butt plug in place while I diddle myself.

Naturally, I bought the beginner’s size, a flesh-colored silicone gadget about the size of my ring finger with a bulge in the middle like a swollen knuckle. The bottom flares out into a rectangular base to keep the device from slipping all the way inside. That’s what the butch-looking saleswoman at the sex store explained to me. Fortunately, buying the thing was not as embarrassing as I had feared. The woman was so nonchalant, it was like we were discussing lipstick instead of anal sex toys. That is, except at the very end when she handed me the brown paper bag and said, “Enjoy!” with a big grin as if she could see exactly what I’d be doing with my purchase before the afternoon was through. I blushed beet red and rushed out of the store.

To be honest, I probably do make as lewd a picture as anyone could imagine. I’m dressed in the scarlet waist cincher and thigh-highs I bought for Assignment #3, which only accentuate all the bare, juicy parts of me. The air brushes my exposed pussy like cool fingertips, and my nipples are standing out stiff and red. Yet I can’t say I’m all that turned on by the assignment so far. For one thing, I’m not sure I bought the right size plug. It was definitely a challenge pushing it inside me—I was poking the slippery, lubed-up thing around my butt crack for a full minute—but now that it’s there, I can hardly feel it. I’m more excited by the idea that I did this naughty thing just for the professor.

Want a free Yes, Sir postcard?

Next week I’m getting in some Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission postcards (and books should be here next month!) and if you’d like one, just send your name and mailing address to yesantho at gmail.com – U.S. only! Thanks for your support and for pre-ordering the book from Amazon! You save 5% if you pre-order it too – and while the official pub date is March 28th, I have a feeling they might be in a little sooner. I’m so excited for this book to finally be out and I know that anyone who liked He’s on Top will enjoy this too. And actually the NEW title is Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission so this cover will be changed slightly – we changed it to more accurately reflect what the book’s about. And one of these days I will start recording stories for a podcast, and my story here, “Make Me,” will be one of the first!

“Choke me, fuck me, beat me…”

This is a super hot video snippet that I’ve now watched 3 times in a row from Submissiontosex.com featuring a sexy woman with a gag in her mouth telling her hot bald master “Yes, Sir” (it took me a few listens to make that out). They also do a little negotiation and you hear her tell him “Bring it on.” I certainly can’t wait to see more!

Introduction to Yes, Sir

We’re in the copyediting stage for Yes, Sir, which means it’s not that long until you can read it for yourself. Believe me, I can’t wait to see this gorgeous cover adorning bookstore shelves! Soon, I promise…for now, my introduction. I may post a little teaser from my story here soon, and will have some sexy photos up as well, so stay tuned!

Introduction: Ready to Say Yes, (Sir)

When I started working on Yes, Sir, I didn’t expect the title phrase to be taken as a literal motto, but more as a call to arms (or rather, to surrender one’s arms) for submissive women who seek out dominant men. I intended Yes, Sir and its companion volume Yes, Ma’am to be the bottoms’ answer to my previous collections He’s on Top and She’s on Top, to showcase our fantasies, desires, and deepest wishes. I wanted those of us who love to be tied up, spanked, blindfolded, bound, or “used” for another’s pleasure, to tell it like it is, to explore why and how we get off in these ways, and the authors presented here gave me what I was looking for—and more.

Here you’ll find all sorts of women for whom their own personal Sirs (or Masters or Daddies) hold the reins to their erotic pleasure. For them, saying yes (or a bratty, defiant no for which they’ll be duly punished) is as powerful as a good, hard smack on the ass. They give up control in all kinds of ways, from letting their doms decide who they’ll fuck to when they’ll come to which color panties are acceptable—and which aren’t. In one of these stories (you’ll have to keep reading to figure out which one), playing at Sir, having your lover become the Sir of your dreams when real life may dictate otherwise, lets the two players take their kink to a whole new level.

Some are old pros at BDSM, and have had many masters, while for others, the language of domination and submission is a novelty. They may not know exactly why they thrill to being told what to do, but they know for sure that they like it, as in the case of the newbie in “Sitting on Ice Cream.” D. L. King’s Libby overcomes her natural shyness in “The Day I Came in Public,” proving that the very acts she first scoffs at are ones that give her no end of delight. It’s almost as if the doms who enter their lives see the potential for submission in these women, and want to bring it forth for their own naughty motives, along with making the women come harder than they ever have before.

The inherent power dynamics of the classroom are brought to light in Donna George Storey’s “Dear Professor Pervert,” a story in which, once official class time ends, the real learning (about everything from masturbation to butt plugs) begins, as well as in Lisabet Sarai’s “Body Electric,” wherein a prominent professor shows a colleague his very intriguing “apparatus.” In Sommer Marsden’s “In the Corner,” the man who first introduced Amelia to kink lures her away from her current “nice guy” date.

These women aren’t pushovers by any means. They make rules and negotiate with their masters, though sometimes they also get off on being pushed just a little too far by men they know they can trust. In “The Art of Darkness,” Alison Tyler writes, “Once Killian understood my fear, his mission became not to save me from my phobia, but to exploit it, every chance he could.” She objects, but when she finally surrenders, she experiences a whole new world, where a blindfold is the path to ecstasy. And the woman who lets her man dictate her meals in Elizabeth Coldwell’s delicious “Lunch”? Well, she knows exactly what she’s doing. “I could go home and just tell Michael I’d done as he instructed. But he would know. He always knows when I try to disobey him, however careful or sneaky I try to be.” In other words, she’s not doing what he says simply because he says it, but because something inside her gets off on obeying. So too in Shanna Germain’s story, the protagonist makes an active choice to go where her inner ache to submit compels her: “ ‘Follow,’ he said. Something in me resisted, but the power of his voice, the way he walked away from me as though he knew I would trail after him, made it so I couldn’t say no.” And the woman getting fucked on the sofa in Maddy Stuart’s short, sexy tale flinches at the words slut and whore, even as her body responds to them. This duality, with the brain protesting but the blood rushing to the surface, is also part of the thrill of submission, especially for strong, powerful women.

These writers make clear just how much their characters get off when they say “Yes, Sir,” whether literally or figuratively. Sure, they may be doing their masters’ bidding, but the masters are often doing the subs, in their own way, as well, making them ache, moan, quiver, and, yes, come. They know just how to draw out their subs’ pleasure (and pain), how to make the most of a woman whether she’s on her knees, or bent over, or at her computer waiting for the next command. They know that denial, temptation, and frustration can be the most arousing acts of all. They know that, as Teresa Noelle Roberts puts it, “The Power of No” can often be just as hot as the power of yes.

Gwen Masters asks in her title, “How Bad Do You Want It?” I turn that question over to you, dear reader. How bad do you want to be bound, gagged, spanked, or slapped? How bad do you want to have your hair pulled, your nipples clamped, your body strung up? How bad do you want to pant, gasp, scream, and squirm? How bad do you want to turn over some part of yourself to a man just dying to strip you bare and take you somewhere you’ve never been? I don’t know about you, but I want all of those things, very much, and, I’m thankful to say, I (and you) have them all right here. Just turn the page, and be prepared not to get up for a good long while.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance out in March 2008

I will post my introduction and more information very soon, but below you’ll find the cover and Table of Contents for Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance, edited by me, Rachel Kramer Bussel, and coming out in March 2008 from Cleis Press, along with the companion volume, Yes, Ma’am: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance. You can read samples from the previous collection, He’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance and Female Submission, on my website. I can tell you that I am over the moon about this beautiful cover, and have a feeling these two are going to be a huge hit. I’m also so proud of what’s inside and now am just working on being patient until I get this one out into the world. I will have postcards to send to those who are interested, so stay tuned!

How bad do you want to be bound, gagged, spanked, or slapped? How bad to you want to have your hair pulled, your nipples clamped, your body strung up? How bad do you want to pant, gasp, scream, and squirm? How bad do you want to turn over some part of yourself to a man just dying to strip you bare and take you somewhere you’ve never been? Here you’ll find all sorts of women for whom their own personal “Sirs” (or Masters or Daddies) hold the reins to their erotic pleasure. For them, saying yes (or a bratty, defiant “no” for which they’ll be duly punished) is as powerful as a good, hard smack on the ass. They give up control in all kinds of ways, from letting their doms decide who they’ll fuck to when they’ll come to which color panties are acceptable and which aren’t. Playing at “Sir” lets these players take their kink to a whole new level.

Introduction: Ready to Say Yes (Sir) by Rachel Kramer Bussel

The Art of Darkness by Alison Tyler
Dear Professor Pervert by Donna George Storey
A Necessary Connection by Debra Hyde
The Editor by Amanda Earl
Ribbons by Kathryn O’Halleran
The Day I Came in Public by D.L. King
Lunch by Elizabeth Coldwell
When Penny Met Harry by Stan Kent
The Power of No by Teresa Noelle Roberts
In The Corner by Sommer Marsden
Stuck at Work and Late for a Date by Chelsea Summers
Running Wild by Shanna Germain
Pink is the Enemy by Jocelyn Bringas
Sitting on Ice Cream by Lisette Ashton
Under His Hand, I Blossom by Nikki Magennis
Make Me by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Body Electric by Lisabet Sarai
Reclaiming the Sofa by Maddy Stuart
How Bad Do You Want It? by Gwen Masters