Tops and Bottoms: Discipline Delights

Tops and Bottoms: Discipline Delights

by Elizabeth Coldwell (Editor)


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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781908086648
Publisher: Accent Press
Publication date: 07/28/2013
Pages: 240
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.80(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

Anna Sansom first started writing erotica to create her own seduction superpower. Lacking the swagger to chat up women in bars, she slipped them her bespoken stories instead. It was a successful technique and, now that she’s wedded to her favourite muse, she's stopped trawling the bars and writes for a wider audience instead.

She writes lesbian erotica, often with a BDSM edge, and sometimes with a dose of romance.

Anna’s passion is exploring and celebrating women’s sexuality and you can find her playing with lots of creative ideas about how to do this at her website and blog ‘The Ladygarden Project’. She also writes fiction and articles for DIVA - the UK’s lesbian life and style magazine.

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Her Twitter: @ladygarden69

Giselle Renarde is an award-winning author of erotica and LGBT fiction. This queer Canadian writer has contributed short stories to more than 100 anthologies and authored dozens of books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, and the Wedding Heat series.

Her transgender lesbian romance The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the 2012 Rainbow Awards, in the category of Best Transgender Romance/Erotic Romance. Giselle's single-author anthology of transgender fiction and poetry, My Mistress' Thighs, received an honourable mention in the same category the previous year. Her work also appears in Tristan Taormino's Lambda Award-winning anthology Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica.

Ms Renarde loves a geeky girl and lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. When she's not writing, she's usually up to something good... or up to no good.

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Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom author and is also a regular contributor to ‘Marquis’, the most read fetish magazine in the world. In his highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of books, all of them published by Xcite Books, powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them. All the books in this ongoing series have been published as both paperbacks and e-books. They are also all ‘one-offs’, so they can be read in any order.

‘I thoroughly enjoy turning the usual stereotypes on their head in my writing,’ Alex says, ‘as well as exploring the psychology of submission, the joys and perils of the BDSM lifestyle, and the redemptive power of love. This last is worth mentioning because, for books so full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories.’

Stories by Alex Jordaine have also been included in various collections of BDSM, gay, lesbian and general themed erotica, also all published by Xcite Books. Twelve of his most tantalizing tales have been anthologized in the collection ‘Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine’.

Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

Leigh Turner is an author who only recently decided to turn her hand to the production of erotica.

Having the desire to become a writer early in life, she realised that it might be a good idea to accumulate some experience, in order to have something to write about.  Embarking on a rather debauched life during the eighties, this is what she did.  So absorbing and enjoyable was this experience, that it supplanted the urgent need to write about it, and now she finds, when asked to provide biographical details, that she must plead the fifth amendment, so to speak, in respect of the multifarious activities in which she indulged, or indeed even remembers, during those heady and racy days.

Since that dissolute period, she has achieved a measure of respectability, and now lives quietly in a suburban street with a suburban cat, and a caring suburban spouse.  And this, to her mind, idyllic setting, has provided the time in which to reflect, and to express herself at last…

She is currently putting the finishing touches to her second novel, along with some shorter pieces.  She finds that typing and editing is best done at home in the provinces, whilst the inspiration tends to come during her annual sojourns in France, lazing in the sun, most usually naked.

Bethany Goring is in her early 20's and currently lives in London, where she spends her time shopping for shoes and exploring cocktail bars to concentrate on the degree she's currently supposed to be studying for. When she's not skipping lectures and shopping she spends time at her family home in Scotland with her dogs, who just pip the shoes to the post for number one spot of her loves in life and trying to motivate herself to get her running shoes acquainted with the great outdoors - usually only achieved if there's the promise of a great dinner somewhere exciting as a reward for her efforts.

Read an Excerpt

Jacqueline boarded the train wrapped in a long, fur-lined cape. The conductor checked her ticket and, rather than sending her with the porter, told her to follow him. He led her through the narrow corridor to the first class cabins. There he unlocked door number 312 and stood aside, letting her enter. She neither said a word nor looked at him, but stepped into the plush cabin. She looked out on to the end of a hazy Paris afternoon and waited for the door to close behind her.

Once she was alone, she turned to the confines of the small space. Two benches coated in rich crimson velvet faced one another. On one of the benches lay a long, white box wrapped in thick, black ribbon. She looked at it. She had known it would be waiting for her. Jacqueline sat down, her cape opening as she did so. Beneath the heavy garment, she was naked, as she’d been instructed. Her slim body shivered in the sudden cool now that the furs were gone. Reaching for the box, she untied the ribbon and opened it. Unfolding the soft tissue paper, she looked at the gift her lover had left for her. Fear and curiosity, among a host of other emotions, mingled in her belly as her trembling fingers lifted the riding crop out of its box and set it on her lap.

The train rumbled on the tracks as it began its slow departure from her beloved city.

The riding crop was thin and not overly menacing to behold. However, she’d felt the sting of it a few times. Paul, her lover, had used it very rarely, and on those occasions only a few strokes. But she had displeased him and he was sending her to Marcus now.

Jacqueline’s heartbeat quickened at the thought of Marcus. Women spoke of him in tight circles and even then in hushed whispers. He had a certain reputation and only in the most extreme cases were women sent to him.

She stroked the fine leather of the crop. Anticipation of what was to come both frightened and excited her. The whip she held in her hands would soon become the instrument of both her pain and her release. She uncrossed her legs and brushed the leather over the bare flesh of her thighs. It felt smooth, almost soft.

She pictured Marcus holding the crop. She’d only met him once, a few months ago, and after that meeting, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind. The attraction between them was something she’d never experienced before; extraordinary, almost chemical.

Marcus and Paul had spoken about her introduction to the world of BDSM as if she hadn’t been there. She remembered listening, eyes lowered, feeling Marcus’ gaze on her. They talked in great detail about how Paul had been breaking her in. Marcus had insinuated that Paul was too light handed, but Paul hadn’t reacted. He enjoyed playing with her, taking his time in her education.

However, she had secretly agreed with Marcus. She had wanted more but at the same time was afraid of her own desires. She’d been testing Paul lately but she hadn’t expected this. She never believed he’d send her to another man. To Marcus. But if she were truly honest with herself, she’d have to admit that she was getting exactly what she wanted, but couldn’t ask for.

The train travelled into the night. The blackened window served as a mirror. She reached for the hooks of the cape and undid them, letting the cape slide from her shoulders to gather around her hips. Looking down at her breasts, she first caressed, then pinched her nipples. The transfer of sensation between breasts and belly was immediate and she opened her legs, sitting the way she’d been instructed to sit for Paul. That action itself never failed to arouse her.

She spread her legs wider. Then, holding the crop in one hand, she caressed the small triangle of dark hair, finding her wet sex. Pinching her clit, she took the crop and slid it through the folds of her vagina. She did this several times, closing her eyes at the sensation. She knew one thing for certain about Marcus. All of the women who’d been sent to him came back not only with the marks of the punishment they’d endured but also with stories of unparalleled sex.

The door opened, startling her. She hurried to cover herself as the conductor walked into her cabin with a tray.

He didn’t speak as he laid plates of food on the table. She endured his eyes on her. She knew her cape didn’t quite cover everything but remained as she was. She was used to being looked at and didn’t care about this man. He could not touch her, she knew that.

After a moment he left and this time she heard the lock turn behind him. She realised then that, by boarding the train today, She consented to her punishment, to submit totally to Marcus. She would spend some weeks with him in his London home. And the riding crop in her hands told her exactly what she would have to endure during her stay.

She brought the crop to her face and inhaled. Jacqueline then tasted the leather which was coated with her own sticky arousal. 

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