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SWITCH (BDSM Story.02)
Christopher Creme and Kaja Kunis switch things up by switching D/s roles in their relationship.
Focus = psychosexual components of BDSM > porn. Explores gender + role identity.
Tone of story = subtle/implicit > violent/explicit.
Switch features in the short story collection, PLAY (BDSM Anthology).
LENGTH: 12,000 words
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P.S. Have you taken the BDSM quiz? [Jess scored as a switch (96%)--pretty accurate results, in her opinion...]
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"You are not obscene as far as I can see. You write about emotion and
you capture it and convey it beautifully. You have something very original
and very contemporary."
"Based on the three books I've read, I can say that you're a brilliant
writer. They are not shallow reads. Your books do not only entertain
but they also make you reflect on what is really important in one's
"I concur 100% with your comment that being a switch is a very
natural state for [some people]...made me think of a light hearted experience
a couple of years ago when a female friend and I were messing around
with a leather belt taking it in turns to spank each other. It seemed
natural and exciting to take both roles and my mind tells me that I
shouldn't inflict on others any kind of pain that I am not willing to
experience myself. I just wanted to share a couple of thoughts with
you that were inspired/provoked by what you had written--keep up the
interesting work Jess."
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Chris was taunted by dreams--both daydreams, and night dreams--of Kaja. Every time he saw her, he wanted to worship her at her feet. He wanted to paint each of her nails, on her cute toes and slender fingers. He wanted to do it while he was dressed in feminine lingerie, like the fire-engine red lace-up sheer lace gown he'd ordered from Frederick's of Hollywood.
He'd received the Spring Preview catalogue in the mail--presumably to get a Valentine's gift for a sweetheart--except he didn't have one, at the moment. He was also so obsessed with a knee-high fishnet stiletto in the catalogue that he'd ordered a pair for himself. The stiletto had studded details and could be laced all the way up in the front.
Chris was hyper stimulated by women in general, and fixated on the female form. He wanted to know what it felt to be one.
What was Kaja's shoe size? Seven? Eight? He thought he could die a happy young man, if he could see Kaja before him, dressed in nothing but the knee-high lace-up front stiletto boots.
Or if he could be in her shoes, that way, a female prison officer wielding her authority and maintaining law and order using not a baton, but her thigh-high boots...
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