Guest Post from Livia,
heroine of Surrender to Love: a 1NS
name is Livia and I’m an artist. And a
Female Dominant. Crazy, I know
right? The thing about this realization
to me was that it took time for me to figure out a lot of things. For starters,
do you know that being tied up naked in your hotel room, facing the street
below is totally hot? I mean it helps
that a hot guy did it and all, but the idea scared me at first.
therapist suggested I immerse myself in life experiences and while this blog
post isn’t about that, it IS about lessons I’ve learned about myself and human
sexuality all in the name of art. You see, Bruce was the man sent to me through
some decadent match making service and when he showed up, my mouth went dry and
my nerves on high alert. Not because he
was bad, mind you. But because he was
extremely handsome. Tall, piercing eyes,
a knowing smile. He had it all, and he
I hadn’t even had my first cup of chai yet.
Oh, and let’s not forget I was still dressed in this lovely nightie I’d
bought right before I had that breakdown over the painting I had trouble with. That was what sent me to the therapist in the
go with that. Bruce taught me to trust
myself. Guys I used to date before him
had a creepy feeling that I often ignored.
When it came time for…things to occur I ran out because those guys
weren’t…I don’t know. Not for me. Bruce’s touch and demeanor on the other hand,
and not just because he is a submissive male *shakes my head* had a way of
putting me at ease.
that submissive bit…I’ve always secretly thought it was sexy to have some man
submit, but on occasion I get to go down on all fours *smirk* and play the role
of subservient, though Bruce assures me I’m still in control. He’s been really cool about letting me feel
things out from both sides of the coin.
And I think with how our lifestyle works, that’s a good thing. He’s got ten years over me and knows a lot,
but sometimes he forgets I’m in my twenties and don’t have all the life
experience even though I have the pain.
age difference isn’t so bad for us either.
Granted it’s a different generation and Bruce keeps making fun of me for
using words from books. I told him to
get hip to the jive and he shook his head.
I told him once after (blushes harder) a really hot love scene that I
found him phearsom. He found out what that meant and told me I
couldn’t say that, as the author might send some rappers after me for ripping
her off. I stuck my tongue out at him.
we did it on the kitchen table.
last thing about lessons learned.
Experiment. I never would have
found strength in myself if Bruce hadn’t presented me with the opportunity for
growth and I’d have said no. Take
chances. It’s scary sometimes, but
sometimes it’s even scarier when you realize what you’ve lost.
Our favorite kinky Femdome comes
from Surrender to Love
In order to cure the dreaded creative rut she’s in, Livia ends
up in Las Vegas by suggestion from her therapist. Oh and there’s a
catch. Livia ‘s been set up to have a one night stand with a very
handsome man who promises her freedom through submission. Can she
surrender to more than just passion?
Livia smirked, bumped into the desk, and leaned
into it. Matchmaking was the same as an adult service. Right? She was supposed
to get laid, right? Wasn’t this what Dr. Gena wanted for her? Setting her hands
on her hips, she stared at Bruce. “Yes but….”
“Madame Eve, the owner, is very thorough with
her clients and very particular with
their needs and wants. Trust me.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled
out a handkerchief, wiped his brow. Then he folded it back into a perfect
square, stuffed it into his jacket, and continued. “I went through hell to use
Curious, she relaxed her posture, just a touch.
“What do you mean? Why would you need
a blind date or matchmaking service?”
Color filled his cheeks and tinged his fair
skin with a light shade of pink. “Well.” Bruce held his hands out to his sides.
“Some time back I was in a relationship that didn’t go well. I loved her, but
she left me for a woman named Alexandria Rayne.”
Livia had to cover her mouth to stifle the
laughter that threatened to bubble up from within. “Some woman left you for
another woman? I find that hard to believe!”
He sat at edge of the bed and smiled nervously
“It does seem sort of ridiculous, doesn’t it? But this woman was a powerful
romance author who wove spells around her audience with her words. It seemed
that even I was ensnared by her net until I realized she wanted nothing to do
with me. Alexandria was selfish, she’d strung me and my girlfriend along. She
broke my heart.”
She really wanted to laugh but she tried to
contain her giggling.
“Go ahead, laugh!” Bruce’s voice boomed through
She thought he was annoyed until she saw the
corners of his full lips turn upward in a grin.
“It is a little embarrassing now, but I didn’t
find it funny then. In fact, it caused me to overwork and end up in the
hospital because I was pushing myself so hard—” His voice dropped. “To put her
and Alexandria out of my mind. Then one day I was talking to a coworker who
wanted to go out for drinks. You know, as friends.”
“I can see where this is going.” She pursed her
lips together in a thin line. She crossed her arms over her chest and
“No, not entirely. I wasn’t going to sleep with
her, if that’s what you think.” He leaned forward. “We went to a different type
of club. She asked me to go with her and to obey her every whim.”
Livia cocked a brow, “This sounds suspicious.”
He nodded. “Yeah, it did to me too. I wasn’t
sure what was up, but I hadn’t left the house or office in several months. I
had a heart attack, and when I got out of the hospital, she was there waiting
to pick me up. We had only seen each other outside of work that one time when
she took me to the club.”
“And you didn’t question it?”
Bruce shook his head and a few strands came
free of his ponytail. She realized his hair had been pulled back by a large
black scunchie, not a neat rubber band like she’d thought.
“I was just glad to be alive. The next few
weeks with Lilith were interesting”
He was supposed to seduce her? Livia had heard
enough. “Let me guess, she taught you a valuable lesson and then you ended up
being left alone by Lilith only to realize you needed yourself? Tired story. My
therapist has given me that line numerous times.”
“No.” He shook his head again. “It doesn’t end
quite that way. Please, let me show you what I did learn. Lilith, taught me
things I’d like to share with you. Her suggestion that I approach 1Night Stand
surprised me, but I’ve found them to be very thorough. Don’t worry.” He shed
his suit coat and set it neatly on the bed beside him. “I’m just a single man
who didn’t know what to expect. And I haven’t had a partner in a very long
time.” He stood and approached her, bending down on one knee while setting his
hand out before her. “Please, let me show you how to own control?”
She gasped. The words she’d wanted to take back
had come to her in the form of a person. A real, live person who…she didn’t
know what. Livia watched him bow his head. What was with a man who could
control the entire universe, dominate her rather large space, and still make
himself subservient before her?
What would cause that behavior?
Worse yet, the way he knelt before her gave her
a view of very broad shoulders beneath his black T-shirt. His hair hung thickly
in a loose tail that stopped just at the small of his back. His musk, so male
and potent made her nostrils flare. Something tightened low in her stomach. Her
thighs grew damp. “Okay. So, how does this work?”
He looked up from the floor. “I have found that
freedom, true freedom comes from when the body is restrained, stimulated and—”
Standing, he leaned forward, pressing his lips into hers. “Forced to let the
mind and heart work in tandem.”
He brushed his lips against hers one more time,
the words echoing like silk over her mind. His voice caressed her, causing
pinpricks to race up her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the satin. She
tried to move back from Bruce, but the desk and his large frame trapped her.
Slowly, his mouth caressed hers then his tongue
swept over her bottom lip.
She tasted his plump lips. Fresh, sandalwood,
hints of rose and cinnamon swirled around her nose, knocking her senses off
balance. Her mind zeroed in on the image before her, a powerful man, willing to
do her bidding while focusing on her pleasure. Some part of this still confused
Finally, Bruce pulled back from the kiss, set
his hands on either side of her body, and returned to a kneeling position.
Her head swam and she had to steady herself
against his shoulders, only to find that his face was at the level of her sex.
“How would you go about restraining the body and stimulating it?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a two
bundles of dark blue rope. “Silk helps for those who are afraid of iron.”
An eyebrow rose.
“The chair, a perfect place to hold you,” he
indicated with a nod of his head. “You’ll sit with your hips at the edge, legs
spread. Arms tied lightly.”
“It won’t hurt?” She looked at the chair, a
high-end leather and wood piece of furniture with arms that could be used to
hold her hands down if he tied her to it.
“If it does, I’ll loosen the ropes. Just ask.”
That was the problem. She could trust him; she
felt somewhat safe with a man who seemed to be in so much control over himself.
He could easily hurt her, but she didn’t get the sense that Bruce would. It was
odd, but she really found him worth at least a shot. Livia had never asked for
anything in her life. She’d always done for herself or gone without. Life had
been tough going without, even as her income grew. Still, she wanted things and
feared asking for them.
The question jumped from the back of her mind
to her lips before she could stop it. “What if I get scared?”
Bruce looked into her eyes and smiled. “You
simply say Bluetooth.”
“Bluetooth?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“Yes. That’s your safeword. If you feel scared
and want me to stop, you simply say it and all play of any sort ceases.”
The thought of all things ceasing at her asking
gave her a rush as did the tone of his voice. The words again seemed to wrap
around her ears in a symphony of seduction that curled like smoke over her bare
skin. Her pussy tightened at the thought of him touching her. Her body thrummed
“You start by taking control of yourself. You
have already done that.” Bruce set a hand on her exposed thigh.
Tingles raced up straight up her back.
Anticipation at how this could turn out built like butterflies buzzing in her
stomach. She wanted this man. “Okay. So what now?”
“Indulge me, so I can indulge you. Sit on the
chair, rest your hands on the arms. Strip off the robe.”
Slowly, Livia moved toward the chair. She let the
robe slip off before tossing it on the bed. “Here?”
Bruce blinked, looked at the chair, the window,
and then back at Livia. “Well, we could move it away from the window if you’d
like, but frankly if I were to look up and see you in all your naked glory, I’d
want to know your name. I’d want to devour your body and share nothing but
immense passion with you. I’d want to make sure I pleased you continuously,
sexually and otherwise.” He stood and held the ropes in his hands.
She felt herself blush again. The rich timber
of his voice did things to her insides. After the kiss, she felt empty. She
wanted another taste of Bruce but didn’t know how to ask.
“Tie me up facing the window.”