The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

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by Rachel Kramer Bussel

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Submission takes many forms in this collection of 69 short stories, from straining in bondage to taking a spanking, being put on display, and beyond. By turns bratty and worshipful, these submissives will go to great lengths to fulfill their naughtiest fantasies and are rewarded splendidly by their masters and mistresses. A student returns to show his former

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Submission takes many forms in this collection of 69 short stories, from straining in bondage to taking a spanking, being put on display, and beyond. By turns bratty and worshipful, these submissives will go to great lengths to fulfill their naughtiest fantasies and are rewarded splendidly by their masters and mistresses. A student returns to show his former teacher who’s really in charge, a photo shoot becomes an opportunity for erotic games, and a man revels in his wife’s past as a former dominatrix. These brats, masochists, and hungry-for-sensation subs go above and beyond for the ones they adore, pushing themselves to new limits while their devious dominants put them through their paces. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, these short stories sizzle with the tension of erotic power play, commands followed, and service willingly performed.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Veteran editor Bussel assembles stories exploring every aspect of erotic submission."
Publishers Weekly

"Big Book of Submission is a superb book. It comes from Cleis and it’s edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel—both of which are guarantees of high quality in erotic fiction."
Erotica Revealed

"Stellar, explicit collection."
—Violet Blue, editor of Best Women's Erotica

"These short BDSM-themed pieces cover everything from spanking to suspension, so you’re sure to find something that caters to your specific dark twisted fantasies."
—Center for Sexual Pleasure and Health

"Some [stories] may even open your mind to new ideas and possibilities, allowing you to acquire a few more fantasies along the way."
—Cara Stura

"Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, this new collection of short stories is the perfect study guide for kink, power play and BDSM."
—Unbound Box

"The quality of the stories in this book is fantastic. If you’re looking for an anthology full of kinky short stories, this is the one to get."
—Property of Potter

"If kink is your thing, (or even if you’re just kink-curious), you need to get your hands on this collection now. But please, know what you’re getting into – this is sex with a spank and a bite. It’s everything Fifty Shades promised to be but didn’t quite deliver – namely honest, literate, responsible erotica about bondage, submission, pain and lust that was written by people who know what they’re talking about."
—Malin James

"If you like well written erotica of the BDSM variety (that also touches on a lot of other themes, like gender identity and marriage), then you won't be disappointed in The Big Book of Submission."
—Septimus Reviews

"The anthology is a wide array of stories on kink of every flavor. I think anyone who has the slightest interest in kinky fiction will find something to their tastes within the pages."
—Can't Talk Media

"Fancy a short sharp shock? Better yet—fancy 69 short sharp shocks? Then you should get your greedy little hands on a copy of Rachel Kramer Bussel's The Big Book of Submission."
—Rose de Fer

"The Big Book of Submission is one of the best erotica collections that I have had the wicked pleasure of enjoying."
—Bitches n Prose

"The stories are short and provide little flashes into the world of the submissive."
—The Gestalt Boudoir

"Page after sizzling page of slinky subs and hot doms, pushing each other’s buttons and playing power games… Just be careful you don’t overheat!"
—Tamsin's Superotica

"I know when I see a book edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel that I will not be disappointed and this book entertains readers from cover to cover."
—Night Owl Romance

"This luscious book is a smorgasbord of tales from veteran eroticists and new voices, all less than 1200 words, but packing a powerful punch because you get nothing but “the good parts.” There is definitely something for every taste!"
—Donna George Storey

"There are some truly impressive stories in here, from both newly published writers and authors well known to fans of erotic fiction."
—Teresa Noelle Roberts

"69 delectable tidbits of raunchy BDSM fiction."
—Krissy Novacaine

"Submission does not have to be simply tying someone down, but can take many, many forms. In this case 69 of them!"

"It's undeniable that most good D/s is transformative, a ritual that changes you in the way that all good magic spells do. That thread of transformation runs through many of these stories, a message that it's not the floggers and rope burns and commands that comprise submission, but the internal gifts it leaves you with when the scene is done."
—Valerie Alexander

"I gave this book 5/5 stars for obvious reasons [...] Just get this book. You will not be disappointed."
—Karen Blue, HedoVibes

"There are no wasted words or long set ups. Here is submission stripped bare."
—Reviews by Amos Lassen

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Training My Dom
by Tilly Hunter

He started it. We’d flirted by text for weeks. Filthy texts: “I want to feel your hard cock deep in my throat,” “I’m going to lick your pussy until you scream…”
“Tell me where your imagination’s been today,” I wrote during a quiet moment at work.
“I thought about some handcuffs,” came the reply. His mind was obviously not on office business either.
I asked for clarification: “For you or for me?”
“I was thinking of using them on you xx.”
I’d wondered how to suggest that he might like to tie my wrists to the bedposts. He’d shown promise, pinning me down at the elbows with his arms and holding my hands. He was strong. We’d messed about, me trying to escape his grip, glad I couldn’t, breathless by the time he pushed my legs apart with his own and shoved his cock inside me. But actual bondage…I didn’t want to send him running for the hills. We had a definite spark, obvious from the moment mutual friends introduced us, and I really thought we could have a future together. He’d even mastered how I like my tea. Strong and sweet.
But I couldn’t go on letting him think vanilla sex was enough. He had the potential to give me what I needed, but I agonized over how to coax it out of him. Jeez, the man didn’t even watch porn on his laptop, let alone the sites I was drawn to late at night. He thought vanilla was just a flavor of ice cream.
“I think that’s a very good idea,” I replied. Later, over a glass of wine, I confessed, “Actually, Sam, I’ve been wondering how to ask you to tie me up. I love it when you hold me down and fuck me hard.”
He hadn’t thought through the implications of one pair of handcuffs, the fact that with my arms locked in metal behind me it would be difficult for me to lie on my back for sex. And he seemed uncomfortable with the idea of making me do anything. Even after he cuffed me and I got to my suddenly weak knees and tongued his cock into my mouth, instead of grabbing a fistful of hair and fucking my face, he helped me to my feet, sat me on the edge of the bed and licked my pussy. He finally relocked the cuffs at the front and used a scarf to tie them to the top of the bed, then fucked me into mindless incoherence. It was a start.
After the cuffs, we bought a gag. And I showed him the blindfold I owned. The ropes. The nipple clamps. All this stuff I was familiar with. But not Sam. Sam didn’t know that if you’re gagged facedown, drool is going to pour out of you onto whatever is beneath—his pillow, the carpet, bathroom tiles. Sam didn’t know that the shape of my nose meant I always had a sliver of vision under the bottom of the blindfold, unless he tied something over the top to press my eyes closed. And Sam didn’t know that the initial bite of the clamps was just the start. That eventually the nipples would numb only for fresh pain to flood in with the returning blood on their removal.
These things I taught him. Slave training in reverse.
Now, we’d booked a dirty weekend in a cozy cabin, miles from civilization, for our first anniversary. Sam really came into his own as a Dom. And yet he was still Sam. Tender, considerate and far more romantic than me. I hadn’t even noted the date we’d first met, but a couple of months ago he’d asked, “Would you like to go away for our anniversary?”
“Sure. When is that exactly?”
So there we were, isolated in the middle of nowhere. Where no one could hear me scream, as he put it. I was standing naked on a hard slate floor beneath the mezzanine bedroom, arms high up my back in a box tie, rope wrapping them tight against my torso. More rope strung up from there to the bars of the balcony above, pulling me onto my toes. Ball gag, silk blindfold and silver bar nipple clamps screwed tight—and then screwed some more.
I’d taught him to let me squirm before moving in for the action. That night, he left me until I was a whimpering, drooling mess, then he swung me to face the wall and spanked me. He’d perfected a ruthless, swatting action. He aimed right for the most tender spot he knew—not the meat of my butt but to the side, near my hip. I danced for him, hopping from one foot to the other, squealing around the gag, until I thought I could bear no more. I swung myself back, pressing my ass into the cool wood paneling for protection. He had other ideas. He tugged on my nipple clamps until I winced. Until I danced away and exposed my ass again.
It turned into a game. I heard him chuckle about it. I’d turn my front to him and he’d abuse my nipples. I’d turn my back to him and he’d beat my ass. I was screaming, “No, no, no” through the gag, but never once wanted to use the safe signal, a decisive shake of the head accompanied by three low grunts. He left me no time to analyze, no willpower to resist. When he reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, I came in seconds.
He half carried me to bed and held me while I fell asleep. Next day we walked in the woods, hand in hand. Lunch in a country cafe followed by tea and cake. Sensible footwear and shower-resistant fabrics. Admiring a view, enjoying a moment of sunshine between clouds. Simple pleasures. Normal holiday activities. Damp throbbing in my cunt the whole time, kept frustratingly strong by his gentle hand on my ass, his tongue darting between my lips, his strong chest pressed against my tender nipples through clothing. Normal couple activities.
“I’ve got an anniversary present for you,” he told me as we arrived back at the cabin. It was beautifully wrapped in burgundy paper with gold bows. He was thoughtful in everything. I opened it carefully, not ripping the paper. A collar. An inch-wide leather collar with a traditional buckle. I idly wondered if my trousers’ shower resistance worked from the inside. Otherwise I’d be sitting in a puddle.
“Thank you,” I murmured. I looked him in the eye and said it louder. “Thank you.”
“From now on, when we play, I will put this on you. When we’re finished, I will take it off. You do not touch it. Understand?”
“Yes.” Oh yes.
“If you want to play, you may ask to wear it. But you must get to your knees, place your hands behind your back and bow your head before saying the words: ‘Please sir, may I wear my collar?’ Understand?”
“Yes.” Oh yes. Sam buckled it around my neck and I wore it with pure indulgent joy for the rest of the weekend and the journey home.

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Meet the Author

Rachel Kramer Bussel edits the Sex Diaries column for New York Magazine and hosts readings around the country. A prolific erotica editor, her titles include Spanked, He’s on Top, She’s on Top, Passion, and Do Not Disturb. She lives in New York City.

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