Safe Word: A Novel

Safe Word: A Novel

by Molly Weatherfield
Safe Word: A Novel

Safe Word: A Novel

by Molly Weatherfield

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Overview

From the author of Carrie's Story comes the continuing tale of a young woman’s uncompromising sexual adventure. Carrie leaves Jonathan, the S/M master who initiated her into a life of slave auctions, training regimes, and human “ponies” preening for dressage competitions. Whisked away to Greece by the demanding gentleman who has chosen her as his own, she learns new, more rigorous methods of sexual pleasure.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781573449526
Publisher: Start Publishing Llc
Publication date: 04/22/2013
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 252
Sales rank: 316,522
File size: 749 KB

About the Author

Molly Weatherfield the pen name of Pam Rosenthal, is a prolific romance and erotica writer who has penned many sexy, literate, historical novels. She lives in San Francisco. Carrie's Story "My favorite neo-Victorian erotic romance writer... bring on the ponies!"—Susie Bright "Carries’ Story is a well written and very erotic account of mastery and submission. This story contains some of the most erotic pony girl training sessions I’ve ever read. I definitely recommend this book for anyone interested in pony training or learning about domination and submission."—Equus "I was stunned by how well it was written and how intensely foreign I found its sexual world…"—Boing, Boing magazine "Most SM fiction takes the shape of bad erotica loosely held together by a plot only good for skimming through while looking for the horny bits…It’s a sheer delight, therefore, to find what is foremost a great novel—that just happens to have an SM theme and pervy characters."—Skin Two magazine
Molly Weatherfield is the penname of Pam Rosenthal, author of Carrie's Story (Cleis, 2002) and the forthcoming romance novel The Bookseller's Daughter (Kensington, 2003). She has written for Salon.com and her writing appears in Susie Bright's Best American Erotica 2000. Pam is also married to Michael Rosenthal, owner of Modern Times Bookstore in San Francisco, CA.

Read an Excerpt

From The First Day (p 52)

He'd shut the door of the hotel room behind us and cut the laces of my dress with a pocketknife. I was kneeling now, at this feet, wearing only my shoes and stockings. The leash I'd worn that afternoon was a shiny pile of links under a bright lamp on the table at his elbow, next to an old leather casket that looked like it might originally have held coins or jewels.

I watched the large hands select items--shiny metal, dark leather, matte rubber--from the casket, arranging them on the table's lacquered top as though he were preparing for surgery. Finally a riding crop, next to a slender whip coiled like a watchful black snake at the table's edge. He latched the casket and put it on the floor.

He considered the hardware he'd chosen for a minute then, before picking out a brass clamp to bind my cuffs together behind my back. And now a pair of nipple clips. They were pretty, actually, shaped like little seashells.

"Good," he murmered, fingering my right nipple, which had stiffened when he'd run the palm of his hand lightly across it. "Very good, very obedient little body." He opened a clip and closed it painfully on me. I kept silent, as tears started their mascaraed paths down my cheeks. I breathed hard, leaning into the pain, as it bit into my other nipple, tugged at my other breast.

The clips were attached by a silver chain. He tugged at the chain, lightly, this way and that. My breathing became tremulous, sobbing moans bubbling out of me, ebbing and flowing with the awful pulling at my breasts. He kissed me--light kisses on the cheeks, my eyelids, the underside of my chin near the collar. He picked up another of the shing objects from the table and hung it from the chain between my nipples. A weight. No, not just a weight. A bell. It tinkled gaily. He took it off, substituted a heavier one, with a deeper sound, and unhooked my wrists.

"Hands and knees." He slapped my ass lightly. "Head up, and crawl around the perimeter of the room. Quickly. I want to hear your bell jingle loudly." I bet he did.

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