Sinclair Sexsmith - Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica

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For my girl

INTRODUCTION

W hat is BDSM?

I thought this would be an easy question to answer. After all, Ive been active in the kinky and queer worlds for many years, Ive been reading erotica since I first got my hands on My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday when I was twelve years old, Ive been writing erotica for longer than Ive been sexually active, and I obsessed over lesbian erotica while I was coming out as queer in the late 1990s. But when I began sorting through the stories, reading nearly a hundred submissions, I started questioning what constituted BDSM in this specific context of lesbian erotica.

It is an acronym, multilayered, as some of its letters have multiple meanings: the BD is for bondage and discipline, the SM is for sadism and masochism, and the DS in the middle is also for domination and submission.

But it is more than that. As my definition widened, I started to see it as including all kinds of kink in general, the dozens of fetishes that get us hot and get our engines revving, our blood pumping. Certainly it includes good ol-fashioned leather and whips and chains, the classic dungeon scenes like A Public Spectacle by D.L. King. And certainly it includes water sports, as in The Keys by Anna Watson, or vomiting from intense cocksucking, as detailed in Purge by Maria See. And I believe it also includes queering some classic domination and submission dynamics, like the femme daddy as in Alysia Angels Feathers Have Weight, and genderqueer boi submissives earning their right to flag black in Sassafras Lowreys Black Hanky. But how about a motorcycle, and a flogging and fucking on the back of a bike, as in Wendi Kalis First Ride? What about being bound and beaten with a hat, in Miriam Zoila Prezs story Baseball Cap?

Certainly domestic discipline, domination, and submission, which are some of my personal favorite fantasies, in stories like Gentleman Caller by Sossity Chiricuzio, Spoiled by Shawna Elizabeth, Housewife by Gigi Frost, and Counting Love by August InFlux. I am always a sucker for beautifully described gender play, gender still being one of the things that gets me the most hot, and the conscious use of gender to heal and heighten intensity gets me going like nothing else can. The gender play and mindfulness in Strong by Xan West is exactly the kind of piece I mean.

Threesomes can certainly be broadly kinky, but are especially full of BDSM when they involve some sort of power play, or a technology service submissive as in Going the Distance by Elaine Miller, or a public humiliation scene at a bar like Taking Direction by Vie La Guerre. Sensation play seems key to me in BDSM: the stimulation from subtle to bold, from pinpricks to knives to floggers or even skilled bare-assed spankings, as in Dusty Horns Spanking Booth. Sensation can be used as a healing tool, too, as in BB Rydells story Call Me Sir, which takes a different approach to the aftermath of police violence. Face slapping can be a hard limit or the most delicious sensation one craves, as Rachel Kramer Bussels protagonist in A Slap in the Face. Restraints, too, are imperative in BDSM, be they mental or psychological bondage such as in The Cruelest Kind by Kiki DeLovely or actual restraints on bondage furniture like a Saint Andrews Cross in Coming of Age by Dilo Keith, a leather bench in All of Me by Amelia Thornton, or a sawhorse in Three Weeks and Two Days by Meridith Guy. Or it could be a combination of sensation, domination, discipline, and bondage, as described in Unworthy As I Am by Elizabeth Thorne.

Im thrilled to have immersed myself in the kinky BDSM lesbian erotica submissions that came through my in-box and to have emerged with twenty-three stories with a huge range of sensation, discipline, bondage, topping, bottoming, submission, power, sadism, masochism, surrender, and fetish. This collection includes writers whose names you will probably recognize, writers who are new to publishing erotica, and quite a few who have never been published before.

As with many things, the more I look closely at BDSM, the harder it is for me to bring my flogger down on it and define precisely what I think it means. But I do think this anthology begins to explore the depth and breadth of experiences that this kinky queer world has to offer.

Sinclair Sexsmith
New York City

BASEBALL CAP

Miriam Zoila Prez

F rom the moment we walked into the hotel room and I caught a glimpse of that wide cherry red wooden headboard, I knew exactly where I wanted her later. Our pre-dinner shower, our stroll around historic Savannah, our leisurely dinner and dessert were all colored by my building desire, my thoughts about what I would do with her when we got back to the room.

The excitement quietly builds, and I choose not to share my plans, knowing the surprise and giving of orders will turn her on. We get back to the room, giddy and full with each other. We play around on the bed, making out, teasing. I take her shirt off, and the sight of her full breasts pouring out of the top of her black lace bra sends a spark down to my crotch. I let her climb on top of me and release the bra clasp with one hand. She straddles my torso, upright on her knees, and I look up at the headboard behind me, picturing her splayed out against it. I cup her soft breasts in my hands, gently teasing her nipples to erection with my thumb and forefinger.

I ask her if she can grab onto the headboard. She grins at me, slight confusion in her eyes building to excitement as she realizes where my plans might take us. She easily grabs the top of it, arms wide, hands gripping the flat side of the wood framing the headboard. Perfect. Stay where you are, I tell her as I slide out from under, catching the scent of her sweetness as I pass between her legs. Keep your back turned and take off your pants, I tell her. She likes it when I give directionsobeying without a word, stripping down to just her boy-cut white underwear. They ride her wide sexy hips perfectly.

The sight of her half-naked body, her smooth ass and gentle hips, excites me more. I pause for a moment, taking her in, savor her waiting and wanting. Shes a good girlalready positioned back with her hands on either side of the wide headboard, just her bra and underwear, eyes tightly shut. I gather my props, finding my weathered Nationals baseball cap on the floor by the bed next to my brown silk tie.

I climb up on the bed, easing up behind her and onto my knees. Even with her eyes closed she feels me coming closer, and her breath quickens in response. She sighs excitedly as I drag the silk tie across her breasts. I wrap it around her torso, running it along her body gently at first and then rougher, teasing her nipples back to attention with it.

I fold the tie up and gently hit her with it. Ive never hit her before, so it feels charged with the electricity of newness. I drag it along her back and ass. I swing the tie faster, making a gentle whipping sound as it hits her backside. She moans, sucks in her breath.

I move the tie up, wrapping it around her wrists and bringing her hands together in the middle of the headboard, still gripping the top with her fingers. I know she likes to be restrained, and seeing her therecaptivemakes my clit throb. I pick up my hat and start gently hitting her with it, first one side of her ass and then the other. Picking up confidence and speed, I hit her harder. She moans with pleasure, eyes closed, ass swaying. I straddle her from behind, pulling her ass down onto me. I rub my hands along her body, thrust up against her, hinting at what both she and I know is coming. We move together. I spread open her ass cheeks, grinding and pounding against her.