Preview “Kinky Sex: A BDSM Primer”

Written by on 08/28/2013 in Kink/BDSM

Kinky Sex: A BDSM PrimerSoon after Labor Day we’ll be launching a sexy new eBook, Kinky Sex: A BDSM Primer. Here’s an excerpt!

Excerpt from “Becoming a Domme” by Fay Luce

I afforded most of my dinners in graduate school from money made by whipping businessmen. Sometimes the businessmen bought me dinner and sometimes they left cash on the table. An extra $50 bought my cohort a round of drinks following our exams. And I bought adorable lingerie, for which my current partners are grateful, and what’s more, could pay for my Xanax without having to ask my parents for money. Grad school is brutal.

But it was never about money. It was about how it made me feel.

Working toward a PhD in a male-dominated field was alternately demeaning and exhausting. I had to turn in thirty-page papers every week along with revisions of old revisions. I was TA-ing two classes and taking shit from both professors and students. I was in the library till closing time every Saturday.

Then I discovered my dominant side.

I was at a bar playing trivia with my cohort. It was a night when they asked about the many names of Dorito flavors and Motown music, so I wasn’t so useful to the team. Waiting for a drink, a formal looking guy, an investment banker, chatted me up. He mentioned the football game and I figured he was just another chump, so I told him I thought so. He smiled—an odd response.

He asked me what I studied–Civil War History—and since I could show off, I started rattling off minute details about McClellan’s Folly. I was looking straight into his eyes as if I were his boss. He was cute, sure, and ripped under his button-down, but in this moment I didn’t want to think about him, I just wanted to let him (and me) experience how awesome and sexy I was.

He gave me his keys and his address on a sheet of paper.

There was a huge gray leather couch, clean glass table-tops, and expensive minimalist paintings. I felt out of place but played it cool. This was not just going to be the fucking of graduate students that was merely an escape from cerebral activity.

His shirt was without wrinkles. He poured me a glass of sparkling white wine, we toasted, and he asked me if I’d ever tied a man down.

No.

He asked me if I’d ever worn a dildo and fucked a man.

No.

He asked me if I’d ever whipped someone and whether I would whip him.

I said no and then yes, I would.


To read the rest of this revealing personal essay about becoming a domme, stay tuned so you’re the first to know when Kinky Sex: A BDSM Primer is available.


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