Hey there! With an active presence all around the web, I thought I’d do a post about other places you can find me:
As well as this blog, I’m pretty active on twitter as @omisspearl. Lots of daily life updates and sneak peeks of what I’m up to. and pics. I also have a facebook page – that’s more for book announcements and advance info about upcoming book releases. Both feeds give you regular alerts when a new post is live, as I know a lot of you like to know when it happens, instead of checking back every day.
I’m also active on fetlife, because of my role organizing events in Montreal. I *usually* accept friend requests, but hit me up with a PM, so I know who you are. You can see the earliest version of “The Pet Gentleman” in my writing section in all its typo’d rough draft glory, and old stuff that’s not published here.
On an unrelated note, I found a comic too good to not share…
What is power? – from cute*blue
I think it looks like me trying (and failing) to sub.
It was like any other morning. Daddy and I had finished eating breakfast and both of us were getting ready to start our day. Daddy was using the bathroom and I was wandering around the apartment, forcing myself to change out of my comfy pajamas and into regular clothes for class. While I’m changing, there’s this odor drifting through the apartment. This was not a pleasant odor at all. I’m in the bedroom rolling my eyes as Daddy is making a comment about the scent of His “magnificence”. Yes, this is a regular occurrence in the apartment and a regular part of the banter that goes on between Daddy and me. Then Daddy calls for me to take a whiff. Smirking to myself, I tell Him that I can smell from where I’m at. I’m called once again, so this time I stand in front of the entrance from the bathroom. That still wasn’t close enough for Daddy’s liking. He tells me to kneel, pointing to a spot next to the toilet. I look at Him, waiting to hear that He’s joking. I give Him a look as if He’s joking. He just points again to the spot and says “Now slave”. Yeah, He wasn’t joking. So…I kneel and take a whiff.
You’re probably wondering what horrendous thing had I done to deserve this punishment. Did I forget to do something that I was supposed to? Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to do? Did I break something? Did I throw away an important piece of mail? Nope. None of the above. This wasn’t a punishment. This was one of those things where Daddy had me do this just because He could make me. This was a small, very random act of submission.
Afterwards, I stood (Want to read more...)
As a way to try to combat the heat, Master and me looked into a couple rec centers and went down and got a monthly pass. It’s a cheap way to cool down, and also a good way to get out of the house (but not stay in the sun) while we wait for the summer to pass.
I’m not well enough to swim laps like I was doing a couple years ago, and I rarely last for longer than fifteen or twenty minutes before I start getting lightheaded, but it’s a start. The “lazy” river at our local place is not at all lazy though, actually. I can’t stand still in it, so I can either float, use Master as a “train”, or lightly paddle through the water. Hopefully we get my health back up to scratch so I can be more active, because they do have lap lanes at this place as well. Plus, they are open during the week until 8:30PM, so we can get a swim in after dinner.
Still, even if it doesn’t count as a workout, it’s a nice little splash. Master picks me up and pulls me this way and that in the lazy river, carrying me through water tunnels, and holding onto me like I am a train for fun sometimes. I remember most of the stuff from my water comfort class, and I’m doing okay with the little things like getting my face and head wet. I almost forgot that swimming can be fun.
Roar of Thunder is what I’d describe as a Switch Romance- a story where both characters are competing to dominate the other. From my personal perspective I like a little competition in my dynamic and I don’t mind the idea of mutual thwacking. Switches are also extremely under-served.
And goodness, is this couple fighty and switchy. I emphasize this is a romance novel because the couple, Grace and Ty, do stuff that only makes sense in the weird rules of the genre- for example in the book, shoving someone and shouting “get out!” sans context of consent being simply high drama, not reason to call everything all off and see therapists. Grace and Ty roll around together on the pages like a pair of razor clawed roosters in a cock fighting ring, each trying to take big bloody slashes out of the other. That is, when you don’t have heavy dose of romance novel derp- where the hero inevitably has to talk to his best guy buddy because he doesn’t know how to talk to women, while his sister in playing cupid with the female lead.
But if you’re like me, and you like things turgid and non-con, as well as liking a comforting HEA, the formulaic structure works well with the contents, providing reassuring grounding to something that otherwise shoots my eyebrows up to my hairline as far as unsafe behaviour, while the foofy aspect is balanced by the nasty to avoid being unreadable. This is not a SSC book, indeed its barely RACK, even if it does use the setting of a BDSM club, with all the vocabulary and expectations that go with it. If you don’t like inappropriately pushy people, this is not for you. If, like me, negotiating the boundaries of (Want to read more...)
My lovers are canonized for the miracle of having withstood my existence
But I am never nominated for sainthood
For staying caged in this searing skin.
No one longs to be a burden
So I swap out the broken bits
Like rotting beams on a sinking ship
Until the whole vessel is replaced,
But I am never permitted
To re-christen myself.
The skeleton still remains.
This week Submissive Guide is giving away a copy of The Dom with the Safeword, the first book in The Badass Brats series by Sorcha Black, Leia Shaw, and Cari Silverwood to one lucky reader. If you enjoy your erotica with more than two people and with quirky characters, then this is the book for you. If the title is sounding familiar, that’s because I did a review of the book for the site and you can read that here.
Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blond Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way to get into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.
Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy, but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?
Warning: this book contains adult material including the use of multiple implements to bring bratty subs to their knees, scaffolding doubling as bondage apparatus, and a haunted house. No ghosts were harmed in the making of this book.
BDSM elements, M/f/f, f/f
Would you like to win “The Dom with the Safeword”? Just click on (Want to read more...)
I’ve said before that I don’t vacuum, and I’ve also explained why. It’s nowhere near a hard limit, or even a soft limit, it’s just something Master had deemed “not worth it” in the past because my wrists sublux so easily.
Funny story, but in the beginning of our relationship, Master had a much bigger vacuum than the one we have now. I couldn’t manage the thing, mainly because it was probably thirty pounds and hard to maneuver. I had asked him if we could buy a smaller one that I could handle, and he said yes. We went to the local department store, and he told me I could pick. Every single one I picked though didn’t meet his standards, and we wound up with the slightly less clunky (but still too big for me, sigh) vacuum we own now. Yes, it has held up for that long. Not that I blame Master, either. We both have bad allergies, and we had three cats at the time, so he wanted to get a vacuum with a good rating, which makes sense. A vacuum with a good rating is either going to be too big for me, or it is going to cost way too much, so for years Master just did one big vacuum a week, and I did something else while he did that.
This house we bought though? That’s not really cutting it. All the floors are smooth, and half of the house is tile. Using a broom every day was sweeping a lot of stuff in between cracks, and it was one of those things where no matter how much sweeping I did, there was always more to do. So, I asked Master again if we could go down to the department store and actually pick (Want to read more...)