May 26, 2017 at 15:00 #27422
My new novel just went live: The Stone of Harmony – the third novel in the “John-Smith and his well-tied slavegirl Luce” series, and my 4th overall.
Excerpts and a link to buy the e-book here
It’s a fantasy (as in swords-and-magic) novel with lots and lots of barefoot bondage. It’s also a real full-length novel of 100,000+ words – not just a novelette or novella with delusions of grandeur, the way so many e-books are.
Here’s a snippet:
I found a set of house slippers that fit me – I needed extra large – and continued on to meet the greeter. Heidi now had her black hair cut short, in what I would have called a ‘pixie’ cut, in my Past. I now associated it with recovering oiled girls. Not that Heidi was an oiled girl. She was still waif-thin, but her bright amber eyes showed no signs of diminishment.
“Welcome to the Windmill House, master!” Heidi smiled and gestured grandly. Her unmarked ears no longer held earrings, and she showed no sign of the poison that had formerly burned holes in her spirit. The antidote had done its work.
“We have four different rooms,” she continued, “with all sorts of entertainments. There’s the Water Room, with gaming tables and liquid refreshments. Or the Earth Room, if you have an appetite for more substantial fare. The Room of Air has music and dancing, and the Room of Fire has plenty of quiet corners for comfortable relaxation.”
I nodded, grinning back at her. She looked good now, as an unpoisoned Islander girl. Her vest of soft leather drew attention to her breasts by half-concealing them, and beyond that she wore nothing but a Windmill House collar and a big smile. “Sounds combinatorial,” I said.
Heidi’s smile turned into an urchin grin. “That’s right master,” she confided, “Master Mamay put me to work right away. He said that the greeter has to pretend to be an oiled girl for the guests, but it’s better if she actually isn’t one. The real oiled girls are in the club rooms.”
Her grin faded back into her greeter’s smile. “There are girls in all four rooms, master, to help with your entertainment.” She giggled. “Or you could ask to have me entertain you. You’d have to ask Master Mamay for the key, though.” A short kick drew attention to the metal cuffs on her ankles, separated by a bit over a foot of chain – and with a heavier chain running from her left ankle to a staple set in the floor. “But there’s no extra charge for that, beyond the club membership. That’s eleven links for a day membership, which you can pay to sour-face.” She nodded to an arbi, standing behind a counter to the side. “And if you wish for a longer term membership, you’ll have to speak with Master Mamay again.”
“All right.” I dug into my sash for the eleven silver links and set them on the counter. The arbi swept them into a lock-box and handed me a membership token in exchange. “All right,” I repeated, reaching into my sash again. “I can think of one way you can entertain me without my asking for the key.” I locked her wrists behind her with my cuffs, and kissed her, listening with my Ear as I did so. It worked: As a member of the club, if only for the day, I had a sliver of ownership over Heidi.
It worked in another way as well: She kissed back. I could hear her combined frustration and pleasure at her inability to put her arms around me. More importantly, I didn’t hear any of the unpleasantness that the fire poison produced in pierced girls. If it weren’t for her hair, I could imagine a private buyer quickly snapping her up. I could even feel a slight temptation to purchase her myself, as an impulse buy.
“Don’t worry, master,” she whispered. “The hair will grow back. And it’s better this way. This is fun! Pretending to be an oiled girl I mean, master.”
I stepped back, smiling again. “I think I will see Mamay van Koz. However, I have a question for you first: Have you seen Peter come in?”
Her smile faded to a thoughtful expression. “I don’t think so master. There was a man who looked just like him, about an hour ago, but he didn’t recognize me, and… he didn’t act like Lord Peter. So I didn’t think it was him. But you can go see for yourself, master. He hasn’t yet come out again.”July 4, 2017 at 11:37 #27444
Wow. Tbh the whole ‘swords and magic’ thing pases me by completely but kudos for the publication..July 4, 2017 at 16:03 #27446
Thank you. I’m sorry that ‘swords and magic’ isn’t your thing, but fantasy and science fiction is what I do. So all my stories will have either (a) magic, or (b) science and technology that does not exist today. Even my alternate-history stories have psionics and psionic devices in them.
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