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About the author:
Ginger believes in being the change she wants to see in the world and actively engages in the best part of her job – the research! She is working at the intersection of technology and sex, building a sex positive experience through erotica, dream weaving and observations. Embracing her passion for life, Ginger embodies a free spirit, pushing boundaries and limits on the journey to be @DesireBound.
What inspired you to write your book?
I have fond memories of The Classic Erotic Trilogy of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure and was excited to hear of a fourth book. To ensure I gave the story its due, I decided to reread the original series. As I delved further into what Playboy referred to as ‘fashionably pornographic,’ I had thoughts of trying my own hand at writing an erotic spinoff of a fairy tale or myth. Mistress Charm’s New Pupil is my inaugural venture down the rabbit hole mixing myth and masochism, and is not for the faint of heart.
Here is a short sample from the book:
No sooner had this knowing crossed my mind that my breath and pulse quickened. I wasn’t sure she had done anything more than release what was already there. I gave into the urge to spank him one last time and stood, displacing him to the floor. I knelt, working quickly to affix the cuffs to his ankles and the spreader bar to the cuffs. I was surprised by the sudden yearning to be away from him, away from this place. I bent down and stroked his cheek. His eyes took on a faraway look. I kissed him hastily, grabbing his scrotum and squeezing before standing and walking out. I shut the door with a loud bang and locked it.
As I walked across the dungeon back to Mistress, I sought to exude the characteristics she stressed in class – dignity, sensuality and confidence. I struggled to mentally prepare-the confusion from submissive to dominant to submissive pervaded my psyche. I internally checked my posture and slowed my stride to exude a fluid and gentle, yet strong and purposeful composure. I lowered my eyelids slightly and raised my chest, tilting my shoulders back, resuming a natural swing to my arms and a slightly exaggerated sway to my hips tying all of the pieces together.
I stopped shy of Mistress’ chair and fell to my knees gracefully, bringing my lips to her boots. I was beyond grateful for this opportunity to switch roles.
“That’s enough Helen.”
My name across her lips brought a fresh flush to my skin and a more prominent hunger to do her bidding. I was torn between continuing and stopping as she requested.
“I said enough! No amount of your sweet lips will permit you to escape punishment.”
I stopped chagrined and bent myself over, supplicant in front of her. I allowed my body to request tenderness as I succumbed completely to her.
Mistress Charm stood and walked leisurely towards me.
“You think you can captivate me? Beguile your way out of this?”
She laughed – a soft, almost cruel harmony upon her lips.
I couldn’t help myself and peered up at her. She seemed to be in her element. Her hair appeared to float behind her as she stalked me, like a cat hunting prey. She was swatting a new implement in her grasp, a long leather braided cane. Canes were far more advanced than I had ever encountered. There were no canes in the classrooms, lest they be used accidentally by a novice. The quick snap it made in her palm, gave me an idea of the impact to anticipate. I tore my eyes from the image of her, settling them once again shut. She was captivating. I focused on my breathing and immersed myself in dreams of the sensations to come.
Her pointed boot jammed its way between my heels and jostled my calves apart as she reached for my behind with the cane. She trailed it over my ass and back, issuing sporadic bouncing flicks with the snap of her wrist. These were warming shots.
“You have been a very bad girl, Helen.”