(More) Adventures With Hush Buttplugs

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(More) Adventures With Hush Butt Plugs

Blogging (for the most part) is enough of a dead medium that when I talk about this project with those in their 20s sometimes they hear. “I self host a site” to mean that I run a discord.  I’m still at this largely because I can avoid a lot of the problems of censorship one gets in someone else’s site more than I expect to be wildly successful. That’s fine.

Likewise, the heyday of when the demands of SEO made sex toy review blogs a reasonable side hustle or even a full time gig has largely passed, and though I tried it same as many people in the space at the time, it was never a good fit for me. Most toys on the market didn’t do anything for me, and l lack the ability to be pleasantly neutral in reviews. Therefore  this is going to be a rare departure to the before times, where I talk about getting something for free.

I have actually been a little shameless. This is my second time at it, with Lovense sending me something to review, no strings attached except the request that maybe I send them a link of my review when I am done. Since I wasn’t a big fan of the Solace (good concept, needs more time to bake), I assumed that this would probably be the last I heard from them. Such is the trade off of the nature of reviews. You have to be some sort of big deal that just the attention you paid to say you didn’t like something was worth it, or the brand needs to be functioning on such a need to be noticed that the product is unlikely to be something you would want to try in the first place.

Then, fortuitously two things happened. Our several year old Hush finally stopped holding a charge and we were vaguely considering buying a replacement, since we’ve been pretty happy with them for the duration of our relationship. Then Lovense reached out again to ask if I would like to try one of their products. 

There’s an affiliate link here as a result, but it’s kind of a lukewarm commitment to that. I won’t blandish you with claims of my incorruptible nature, but honestly I think there’s still something interesting to say about the topic (and product) beyond that I got one. 

I like the Hush, and think it remains the gold standard for accessible, ready to go remote control buttplugs. Over the course of Silver and I’s time together, this would actually be the fourth one we have had. It was particularly helpful when we were long distance, but it’s still good at what it does in person. Lovense knows that, their cheerful reach out email even mentions how lots of D/s couples use their stuff.

The technology has been through many iterations at this point, mostly improving the quality of the signal strength of the toy. I will grant that Lovense had most of what it needed down pat from first conception, a silicone outer housing and waterproof charging port, plus the standard teardrop egg with flared base anything meant for a butthole needs to be. It’s the signal part that was a work in progress. Silver’s first model was actually pretty terrible, even if it beat out any other wireless options, with the vibrations and whatnot perfectly fine but the fatal flaw that if you sat down there was a strong chance that your body plus the chair would cause it to drop connection. Purchase #2 had a much better connection ability. Purchase #3, their largest size, connects fine, but is too big for the user, an entirely a user side thing.

Silver is very bad at pacing himself, and the rather saw tooth approach we take to play versus other real world distractions mean that the slower stretching part. Furthermore, Freud was not entirely speaking from the depths of his cocaine habit when he described people with high anxiety as “anal retentive”, which is to say that stress and butt stuff are not compatible. Prod a person enough, metaphorically or literally and they will tense up. 

It is a remarkable (and probably coincidental) phenomenon that butts operate much like genitals in the sense that getting into them becomes remarkably easier when someone is aroused. While I shall leave self lubricating anuses to the realm of boylove comics and the omegaverse, it is still true that as arousal causes blood flow to the rest of your pelvic floor, the anus typically goes from curled like an angry pangolin to ruddy pink and soft feeling, almost spongey in its give. You probably have a baseline, variable bit of ability to open up sans arousal, but it just works so much better when everything between your navel and your thighs is at full steam, all flood gates open.

The trouble is that the order of operations of buttplugs tends to be that you put them in near the start of the recreation activity you are going to do, solo and by yourself. In function they are a stationary additive, a little extra pressure on a nerve rich area. For those with prostates the right shape pokes that, but for everyone else the anal ring is one of the human universals. Matching timing to when your bottom is aroused enough to get the damn thing in, but not near enough at the end of an encounter to be anticlimactic is an art in itself. 

And the difficulty extends further: If you own the butthole and your brain is already raring to get going it can be very tempting to push past that moderate discomfort. But banging up the rectum is going to cause cumulative irritation. If this is a precursor activity to larger things, or some variation of thrusting penetration (regular anal, pegging) racing is going to actually run contrary to what you were intending. 

I think that’s also something to think about on a paired activity versus solo. All by yourself it is much easier to make those micro-calibrations for an easy slip in. Someone else being in control of the push and angle is just more likely to make you encounter physiological resistance. 

In a D/s dynamic I find this is its own fraught territory, because the goal is to make it seem like action and response are seamless. Starting encounters with the bad kind of ow is opposite of this, and liable to have one of you internalize you are failing, which is hardly the experience you want to have. And since a lot of subs internalize being pleasing over being comfortable as the goal or even a value add, you end up with a situation that encourages long term bad habits. They assume you want it to hurt because why wouldn’t you?

One solution is to make it part of the pre-scene prep, instructing the sub to show up dressed or stripped to your preference and plugged. This means that there’s less pressure against pacing themselves. Still, sometimes you want to go hands on together or you may want to make your habits encourage better odds of an outcome every time. For that we have settled on a bunch of edging, until there’s a much higher probability that everything will fit together smoothly.  The other step we decided was to go a bit smaller than we might typically. Specifically the “1.5” is a step down from the usual. That’s not to say that it’s precluding using other larger toys in our collection, but

The Hush’s main value is using it for prolonged wear, so it’s better to think in terms of comfort over immediate impact. Which brings me to another point of interest, the app. You are going to need to sign up for an account with the company and then download an app to your phone. All the sex toys they make require this for the other major functionality of the toy, a Bluetooth enabled slider dial remote. What has changed is the sensitivity of the Bluetooth part.

I remember the original ones we had were actually sort of frustrating in that they had very poor reception or the connection could easily time out mid play. Sitting on a bed could also block a connection, a pretty unfortunate issue. That seems to have been the focus of most of their improvements.

Lovense the company seems to have figured out the trick for passing the two app stores’ draconian hatred of anything sexual. Nevertheless as a point in their favour, in the event of some calamity they have left some “dumb” features into their design. Can’t connect for some reason? You still can push the single on button to cycle through it’s pattern of intensity and pulsing. Still, I am curious if they have any worst case solution to offer a side loading program or if calamity pushes them out of the app store eliminates the remote control feature.

Still, that’s probably a case of having worse problems if it does happen. And in the end this one will likely have the same route as the ones that went before it. Used intermittently until battery failure.

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“Bad Alpha” by Kathryn Moon [Femdom Book Review]

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Bad Alpha by Kathryn Moon A Sweetverse Novel

This is a generally good role reversal noir action story with a disappointing last quarter when the author seems to remember that she’s writing Omegaverse and it’s somehow obligatory to drop a pile of additional love interests so the main couple can be part of a pack. Thus, what was about an aggressive badass who takes pity on a pretty man in distress, very much in the spirit of the noir part, sort of sputters out just as you were expecting the usual HEA that romance delivers. 

Adam and Eve, our protagonists, both don’t want the complication and risk of having a mate, but when they have to go on the run together, they come to see that they are each other’s exception. The story itself isn’t that unusual, as a gruff assassin turned bodyguard with plucky, but damaged dame/former target being hunted has been a trope for centuries. The unique spin was the way that the Omegaverse aspect of the setting simplifies the role reversal. Both could still be their respective genders, but leave off whatever parts you don’t want. She can be taciturn and standoffish, and he can be vulnerable and alluring without requiring this to be too exceptional. But, just when they start to crack and come together as a couple, voila, random other dudes in a perfectly-functional-without-the-protagonists group. It’s is trying for reverse harem, yet ends like it doesn’t trust that an Alpha Woman can be perfectly satisfied to end in a dominant role.

Making things worse on the romance front, there is no chemistry with these extra people and they appear virtually out of left field, speed running into bed. I think the intent was to show how safe the protagonists were going to be with more people to rely on, but the extras feel more like one of those alt communes with compulsory swinging than an instant family. This is a terrible pity, as the pack is supposed to serve as a sort of narrative chorus to try to emphasize that the protagonist, Eve should stop being a such a self reliant lone wolf. Specifically, she mistakes them for a better place to leave Adam while she returns to her solo and possibly fatal ways. But she didn’t need to fuck these people to get that point across, and neither did they do much to compliment resolving the male lead’s own distrust of occupying his fraught role as an Omega.

The discordance of the rest of the pack being added is made all the more awkward by the male lead, Adam, being named in such a paired fashion with Eve. Nothing about this book is built to be an actual reverse harem romance, and I honestly think Moon is probably a victim of the series formula here. This is book six, four of which are female omega/plural male alpha heavy (with a few male betas for spice) and the fifth was male omega/female omega with the conflict being about the former accepting her compulsory harem if he wanted to be with her. As with the usual problems of putting the femdom at the ass end of the series, Bad Alpha is a monogamous romance shoehorned into a poly, reverse mostly male dominant setting.

And really, it didn’t have to be that way. The Omegaverse, a byproduct of slash fanfic, started as an m/m way to still explore things like pregnancy, it has its own tropes and rules, but nothing is hard and fast. And not all Omegaverse stories are harems or poly packs, and it’s not hard to find F/f, M/f or M/m where it’s just about that couple. Of course poly romances can and do work, but this one clearly wasn’t and tried to do that anyway to its own detriment.

Plus, it undoes something else. While most of the books Moon wrote in this setting are about a group of dudes who love each other and their magic girl, the remaining high m/m and M/m quotient make male omegas normalized. Eve’s place in the setting also suffers from the general implication that being a female alpha is exceptional. When you try to toss her into the alpha/alpha fuck pile and you completely muff the chemistry and point for the other guys to be there, what was largely a female gaze fantasy of watching two dudes fuck just ends up further undermining her. Dominance and grudgingly accepting vanilla/primal sex might be good for you just aren’t that compatible.

That’s not to say there wasn’t parts of this that weren’t good, it’s just that the parts that were bad were so awkward that they leave you wanting to pretend they didn’t happen. You can skim them, and miss nothing important to the main story, but nevertheless they are still there.

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Domme Chronicles by Sharyn Ferns [Femdom Book Review]

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Domme Chronicles Erotic tales of love, passion, & domination Sharyn Ferns

“Sharyn Ferns” or just Ferns, as they are known to the internet, is an lioness of the Lifestyle Femdom Revolution of the late aughts and 2010s.  These days, that seems absurdly dramatic to say it happened. Young kinksters make Mommy or femboy jokes with casual comfort. Whole forums  are dedicated to a squintillion facets of how to femdom with thousands of members able to drill down and look for what they want. Mainstream romance groups periodically demand more representation. 

And while censorship is threatening all that has been built, we have never had it so good, thanks in no small part to this person.  

Before, there was a time when ideas that femdom could be anything other than a strict fetish dominatrix being paid or that anything vaguely male and submissive could be attractive to a woman were both radical even among niche libertine pockets of the world. Gentle Femdom was a novel idea. Wearing your pajamas to play was an act of surprisingly scandalous rebellion.

But, then things started to change. Tumblr had glorious indie porn, Fetlife had thriving discussion groups and most information about kink was disseminated through blogs. People pushed back on the status quo, sharing, arguing and creating.  Ferns was a part of all this, stalwartly managing various bickering groups and sharing her journey on first a blog and then later a podcast. If you are under the age of 30 and into Femdom with partners outside of a professional context, even if you don’t know her or of her, you have probably been influenced by her work. 

A huge part of that was making information more accessible, and working on improving representation. Her short read guide books remain a great introduction to the how to part, while her collated anthologies of Happy Femdom Stories are of enormous importance in recording the words of people who are seldom otherwise allowed to share their world. Domme Chronicles, on the other hand, is her story, and as much an important part of her achievements as her support of others in pursuing personal fulfillment.  

That being said, when the book came out circa 2013 and review copies were being handed out, my rather exacting approach to review made me a poor fit. What this is to the author is less a commercial endeavor and more an act of extreme vulnerability.  It is published in the spirit of that old poem:

“I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” 

W.B. Yeats, Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, 1899

So, how to describe this book, then, over a decade later? It is a collection  of short, really bordering on flash fiction erotica. No, that’s not enough to sum it up. It’s a raw ripped open glimpse of hunger and hope. 

Ferns gives you a full immersion of the sensation of desire where sadism and adoration are so tangled up in each other that the sub becomes an elusive ideal, hunted, and to simultaneously be had and consumed. It’s the caught breath when your lover does something that just clicks in your brain and shoots straight down your spinal cord into arousal so intense it’s an act of masochism to feel it and something transcendental all at once. 

Ferns made her blog about the surprisingly mundane, discussing the functional bones of relationships, the gripes of her cohort and the mundanities of life. For an activity treated as the lewdest of lewd like BDSM, there’s very little sex in most of what she’s written there. Not this book. That’s where the metaphorical clothes come off. 

And while the majority of it is intensely loving, almost worshipful in the presentation of how impressed her nameless partner(s) can make her, and the pieces could be read as stand alones, the back and forth is telling a larger story that allows it to carry along the darker bits. For example, nestled amidst multiple paens to the pleasure of a beloved partner coming home is a savage fantasy that can only exist in that context of the imaginary, of murder. Alongside a dozen or more likely real life stories of things going very well is a little memory of a first time going very right at a BDSM club, where by all measure they shouldn’t have. It’s a very unsafe story of being flung well out of your depth and swimming despite a world that set you up to sink. 

Contrast here is important to the work as a whole, with the softer bits almost serving as protective padding to the metaphorical knives. Nothing is particularly very long, but some things are very sharp. 

I think, also, in reading this it might be helpful to realize they are designed with another intentional aspect. The stories’ short (often almost abrupt) length and prose structure makes them read aloud ready. There’s no narrative of a single character here, indeed nobody has any names and it’s never clear how many different subs, real or imaginary, are being talked about. But that’s rather the point, as this is her voice, and ultimately about being allowed to want things. 

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“The Snow Queen” by Elizabeth Gannon [Femdom Book Review]

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Oh no, it’s dreadful. There’s no redeeming moment or characters here, and it slides into him dominating her by the middle of the book, after a captivity segment that was tedious and free of any sort of enjoyable tension. And it’s not like the writer doesn’t know it, we even finish with an author’s note this is early career and they don’t think it’s very good.

The original Snow Queen is a lovely fable about a girl (Gerda)  on an adventure to rescue her childhood friend, one that feels ancient without being actually all that old, dreamy, sharp and with a brutal edge lurking in the background. Gannon’s Snow Queen trying for an endearing villainess romance retelling, but mostly manages to replicate the experience of a creepy fantasy wanker in your inbox asking you to help him try out femdom and calls you Mommy without your consent. Before sliding into the even more annoying idea that dominant women want to be called good girl all along. 

To accomplish this, the character of Kai goes from an urban dweller twisted by a shard of a beauty distorted mirror in his eye, to an immensely ham-fisted depiction of a neurodivergent person in a small village. He is still selfish, but rather than a remote coldness, now he impotently gets into trouble by making everyone’s lives harder, while we are supposed to think he is sympathetic were it not for being awkward. Gerda is now his sister, head shakingly tired of his antics, as is everyone else in the village. 

Otherwise the theme is uwu cutsie, and peppered with modern references in an otherwise fairytale pastoral. The Snow Queen is significantly defanged to merely making threats, even an assassination attempt just being brushed off with a bit of thumping. She’s no longer an icy, fae like personification of winter, but the new sorcerer-monarch whose reign has been marked by complete disinterest in ruling due to her sulking. She started when she was 16, has ruled for 30 years and is written as if she got stuck at the age she started.

This is what powerful women need, to be proven as not as scary and humanized. Clearly. 

Meanwhile, within day 2 of his captivity Kai is making pancakes and getting in trouble for starting fires without permission, has agreed with the Snow Queen that people in his village should be murdered, and is otherwise doing the usual gothic beauty and the beast retelling shit of offending the grump while befriending her talking animal minion. To justify his durance in the Snow Queen’s custody, this version’s Kai has to reassemble a shattered artifact the villagers broke. Which he is good at, but still bad at everything else. How bad he is at everything is being milked for comedy, and the more that teat is squeezed the more aware you get this is about as productive as milking a bull. Which is to say eventually painful. 

The intent is that we are supposed to see her won over by his good heart. The reality is that actually the evil village Council member “Derriks” almost immediately becomes the most sympathetic character. He has tried to rebel against the Snow Queen with violence, but the narrative lets us know diplomacy has failed and the Snow Queen’s neglect is killing the village. His dialogue is cartoonish but deeply unfunny, yet ten minutes with the other characters you can see why he got voted in. Through his eyes we learn the hero, Kai,  spends most of his time drunk, or wasting your time with poorly done presentations about how he is going to totally find artifacts that will return the village into a tourism hotspot.  

I think we are supposed to take it, as a modern audience, that archeology is a worthwhile pursuit. Kai imagines if he can just uncover the early history of the village a place we have established is shit to do shipping through will suddenly host all sorts of visitors who want to see ancient but mundane relics. The book does a pretty good job of convincing us this isn’t the case, regardless of what the author intended. Kai not only bores and annoys the villagers, he bores and annoys me. When bad guy Derriks fantasizes about throwing him into the harbour, rather than emphasizing the character’s villainy, the main feeling I get is sympathy. 

Even more damningly, the narrative gives us no explanation of how Kai got so good at archeology, which is incredibly lazy writing. You can do a neurodivergent awkward professor type character well, with the right grounding, but the text spends more time introducing Kai’s head of resentment that he isn’t special than it does anything else about him. He is an entitled ass with nothing to justify it. Not even to us. It would have taken absolutely not effort to sketch out any sort of self taught back story or demonstration of a technique better than digging up the local town square at random (yes, really) but the book prefers to spend its effort on interminable whining from Kai about how he isn’t even short or ugly, just average.

His attitude and treatment of the titular Snow Queen isn’t much better. It’s ironic that evil Derriks is depicted that way via having him leer over Kai’s sister, because that’s exactly what Kai does the moment he meets our female lead. Brooding mostly silent heroines of great potential violence are, themselves, not bad tropes, but we really lose something here by not getting her perspective until a quarter of the way into the book. When we do it’s even more disappointing. Apparently despite lots of emphasis there’s nothing remarkable about Kai, the Snow Queen immediately thought he was hot.

Unfortunately, while there’s a half hearted attempt at the trope of melting your dominant’s frozen heart, the cozy/comedy aspect of the story constantly undermines things with Kai’s cringe banter. It’s not funny, it’s a jerk finally reaching a point someone can stop him continuing to not take things seriously. Confrontations with the Snow Queen are tedious and frivolous, for example he is as concerned with disliking the soup as much as not getting to work on the project properly. This was written in 2013, there’s not even the start of a “it was a different time” argument here.

Of course in addition to displaying 0 respect for the female lead, he instantly puts his mind to determining if she is single, and because of the plot she also finds him inexplicably adorable. All while her wolf minion irreverently makes little comments to remove any remaining mystique. While there’s probably a clear overlap here with Disney’s Frozen for the book’s publication (also 2013) for the choice of the subject, it’s an achievement to manage a botched retelling where Kai is even more made the center of the universe than the nonsense Disney inflicted.

I think as far as failing its tension, in addition to just plain bad writing, this is a problem role reversal occasionally finds itself in where sexism plus fretting about the right kind of consent lead to a complete and repulsive defanging. The captivity plot is pure gender flip, but since the rest of the world is leering male counselors and Kai consistently treats her with the same disrespect he approaches everyone else, the impact is closer to a very specific male fantasy. 

That one is that a sparkling perfect magical woman will see him, the saddest of sad sack schlubs, as a diamond in the rough. Her dominant aura will do all the work to make him feel horny/submissive and she will transform him while falling hopelessly in love. As a submissive fantasy, sure, but I have yet to meet a dominant who sees gross incompetence as hot. Since the target audience here is women, this is even more baffling.

And then we get this line, after he discovers her real name. Said un-ironically. 

“You should smile more.” He said finally.  “It… it suits you.”

This is pretty much Kai through and through. Not why she doesn’t smile, but then she, like everything else in the universe, exists for him, the main character. Basically she’s that joke by Kate Beaton. 

http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=311

But weird gender dynamics aside, the other reason the book sucks is that it doesn’t respect its own narrative in favour of creating more opportunity for (failing at) clowning. During the pancakes scene we are told Kai, who is a cook at his family tavern, can actually make edible food. Despite this, the book wants to have a funny kitchen disaster some time later, and settles on him not knowing the difference between oil and vinegar when he fails at making lunch. This is despite being previously told he could cook reasonably well in a proper kitchen. The author just wanted to have a getting to know you kitchen scene where he gets to be a quirky screwball.

And of course the person he is supposed playing off doesn’t fit the role she’s been assigned either. She is treated like she’s the rules follower to his chaos, but the rest of the book has already established the Snow Queen is shirking responsibility and not particularly rules bound herself. The sub-genre might have dynamics like it was trying for enough people might expect it, but the book is lazy and poorly edited enough to ram this level of randomness into the text without backing it up.

The least said about the deeply unfunny random heroes who attack the better. Joke wasn’t good, characters added nothing. Tonally this feels like runtime padding. However, having fucked around enough to reach the middle of the book and to establish the characters are on speaking terms we abruptly switch to them having terrible sex where he rips her clothes off (destroying them) and tells her that he doesn’t have to listen to her and he is too good at sex for her to correct him. Kai, king of the losers, with no information for the audience about his past experience, is a sexual savant.

Then the artifact is fixed, the village rejoices and he then dominates her while she’s tied up with chains of ice. It’s not a good sex scene either. This is about as erotic as calling the tax office to make a correction.

That that’s just 60% in. The rest is more time wasting wank, unfunny banter, and no stakes confrontations with councilman Derriks. A happy ending is achieved, Kai gets everything he wants. The Snow Queen is slavishly devoted to him and he gets to enjoy a badass is at his beck and call and being special. The last part of this book was read with a fixed disgusted expression, all charity gone. If this wasn’t for review I would habe DNF’d ages ago.

Yuck. Who is this for? About the only thing this book serves to do is encourage you that if you worry you aren’t good enough for publishing to do it anyway. If this shit got 4.4 stars out of 167 reviews, your personal pet project can’t possibly be worse.

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“Captured” by Helen Kirkman [Femdom Book Review]

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One of the hardest parts of this project remains that books with femdom in them are poorly labeled, giving you little warning about what you are getting into. It’s only recently that romance.io even made a distinction between “fem-dom” (do not ask me why they think it needed a hyphen) and general “BDSM” as a tag, and otherwise we are stuck with recommendations and trying to judge books by their proverbial covers. When is a “take charge” heroine code for one who merely shows a modicum of competence, and when is it signaling and will grab the hero by the literal balls? 

At the same time, it usually takes me a couple of days of focused attention to read a novel length book, and at a weekly review schedule that means that it’s perfectly possible to pick a book that *might* be potentially worth it and come away bleakly disappointed. Which, for pleasure reading is just part of the experience, but for my (self imposed) deadline eats into time I could spend on something I know definitely at least meets criteria of having femdom. That inversely is at odds with my other hope with this project, to expand the pool of searchable works beyond the same handful of titles getting recommended over and over. But if I find a dud and other people thought it was femdom I am at least doing a public service by calling attention to a false flag. 

Inversely, I am not sure how much people want to read 600 to 1000 words of “Pearl had a hunch based on the ghost of a hint and was wrong”. And you really can’t tell. You would think a work like Her Bridegroom Bought And Paid For would have delivered, but that one was rather Alphahole male dom. This is a game of roulette with both my time and exposure to squick. 

Captured, therefore, was a big risk only made possible by slotting reading it into what was supposed to be fun time not review time. Having found Daughter of the Blood an unpleasant read, and stumbling on a thread of books that inverted the trope of a Princess being given to a Barbarian to a Barbarian being given to a Princess, I gave it a careful look over in case anything popped out. Most of the titles suggested were the usual he men alpha shocks priss who then surrenders to his aura of erotic menace, but on the list was Forbidden by Helen Kirkman, promising to be a princess and slave. The male lead was in chains on the cover.  So I tried to find a copy. 

Only Kirkman is a now obscure, trad published (Harlequin) historical author who seemed to stop writing in the late aughts. The best even behemoths like Amazon can do is help you buy you a second-hand paperback from a third party. You cannot buy her work as an e-book, at least through any search engine I tried.  And yet, I gave it a shot in my library catalogue and found not my goal but another captive male romance by her later in the series Captured. It was free, so why not? I could always just DNF and it was Sunday night so I had time to grab a more reliable replacement if I had to. 

I say all this to let you know how low my expectations were going in. Reader, I inhaled the damn thing that night, staying up until midnight to finish it. I liked it. I liked the dynamic, the setting, the plot, even the purple prose sex scenes where everything is a bit discombobulated and dream-like. 

As for what you get: It’s England in the 700s, a period when everything was a fractured bunch of smaller tribal groups and you could find three absolute kings in what is now day trip driving distance. This may be a tough setting to jump into for people whose preference for historicals leans more to the restrained and familiar Regency period, but for someone whose parents met through the SCA, the deep cuts of the cultural roots of the UK are my happy place. 

Princess Rosamund is living in a Viking camp after being handed to them by her Mercian Royal relatives as a bargaining tool. Things have not gone well. The Viking are plundering their way through Wessex, and just brutally murdered a bunch of hostages so that they can keep doing that. Rosamund, knowing this will not end well one way or another, is looking to get the hell out of here with the money she has squirreled away being the favoured mistress of one of the ranking members of the group. And then she stumbles upon Boda, a battered, chained and unconscious captive in the hands of the guy who personally carried out the killing of the hostages. Rosamund takes one look at his helpless body (and red hair) and is smitten. She assertively wins the guy in a game of dice and hauls him back to her tent. 

She then waits until he is conscious to have her way with him, in a dramatic and immediate escalation. I had been extremely worried that the books genre and time period would mean things would go the way things usually do, where the captive male lead (restrained or not) terrorizes the heroine with his erotic assertions. But, while there’s a brief point where he tries to assert himself, it isn’t via sexual assault to put her in her place or some such, and Rosamund takes control again by giving him a handjob she is very clearly enjoying, both the act itself and the knowledge she has the literal upper hand in her skill at seduction. 

The book also takes advantage of her understood profession as a camp follower to give her lots of dialogue about just wanting the captive as her bed warmer. We do not need her to be a virgin he opens to pleasures she has never known, or coy about this or her immense sexual confidence. While Rosamund’s not exactly happy about having been handed over to Vikings, she’s been thriving about as much anyone can, with remarkable savoire faire.

But all isn’t as it seems. Boda is an escaped slave-convict from the peasantry of Mercia, rough speaking and working as a mercenary for Wessex, but his capture is no mere chance. Meanwhile, cultured refined Rosamund is hiding a secret of her own. Nevertheless they both have their own reasons to be unwilling to return to Mercia and Boda agrees that when the time is right he will help her and her teenage maid Merriwen escape. 

Merriwen is one of the other things that adds charm to the book. With everyone’s perception she is “simple” you get what would be more accurate to a describe as an autistic person who has been accidentally infantilized due to people underestimating her capacity to function. Now 16, Merriwen will do some things that cause problems for our leads, but these make sense once you know who Merriwen really is and compare how she is being treated. Honourable mention also goes to the way two side characters, Olga, another camp follower, and Od, one of the minions of the book’s villain, are handled. Both could have been depicted as one dimensional, the bad sex worker to contrast with the virtuous heroine, and the superstitious mini-boss to be overcome. 

Of course you are probably mostly wondering about the femdom, and what I would say is that you have is a combo of plot conveniently giving some fetish fodder (whump, bondage) and structural explorations of fealty that dovetail nicely with maintaining Rosamund’s power even into book end.  This is another place to see handled well, particularly more than just “well you won’t have any more real world power any more, but let’s be kinky still” is usually as good as it gets.

Working in service to this conclusion is Boda’s massive childhood trauma. He has deeply internalized his lowly status, not just peasant but the tier below it, as a thrall  pushed into that status by his father’s crimes. Thus the other obstacle in the characters’ way, outside of the primary issue of marauding Vikings and medieval war crimes, is his ambivalence about accepting rewards for his exemplary military performance that would raise his rank. He has already turned them down once, and Rosamund, regardless of the real truth about her, is a noble. Despite her clear and straightforward interest in him and repeatedly pointing out absolutely 0 people would successfully prosecute a war hero in a completely different kingdom for being an escaped slave, he’s all set to throw away their HEA based on not being good enough for her. 

The resolution of that is deeply satisfying and narratively consistent to that concept of fealty. After receiving lands and status as a reward for various heroics, he passes them all to her. He will marry her, yes, but she has to be the head of their household. While it also turns out she was correct and the risks of his dark past putting him in trouble is him wildly blowing things out of proportion, their respective roles with each other remain in a way they both find works for them. Even no longer a slave, they are able to turn the dynamics of fealty and of knight and lady into a very satisfyingly implied FLR.

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Look for copies on places like thriftbooks.com or check your local library because this one is a hard to find gem. 

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“Daughter of the Blood” by Anne Bishop [Femdom Book Review]

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In composing lists of books with femdom in them that might appeal to women, the Black Jewels series used to be a regular recommendation on people’s top 10s, but perhaps because it’s on the older side I haven’t had it pop up recently. Nevertheless it’s been on my to-be-read list for years, even well before I started exploring my kink identity in any meaningful way. I even have distinct memories of stumbling into it in a book store as a teen and considering getting it. And there’s definitely femdom. I am told by Silver that it even used to be one of the things people would roleplay on chat rooms during his teenage years, alongside other staples like the Witches of Dathomir. 

Unfortunately matriarchal witch queens with magic cock rings of control that they inflict on pretty male sex slaves cannot save something that reads like if you combined the aesthetic approach to the gothic of “My Immortal” with that scene in Dragonball Z where a character shrieks “over 9000!!!” to indicate just how much stronger a character someone is than any of the already overblown cast. 

Otherwise it is very much of its era, a loosely gnostic fantasy world where hell is a revered place of power and the two male leads are named Saetan, and Daemon. The writer is very smug about that and even has one of the characters remark what a nice name one of them has incase we didn’t get the reference that he’s king of hell. Women theoretically rule by right of gemstones that mark their rank and can control similarly distinguished males up to two levels more powerful than them, but the story is inordinately preoccupied with virginity and the damage one’s first time going wrong could be to ones magic. If one is a woman, that is. For the men their magic is so phallically over the top that not only is the act of sex occasionally violently described as “spearing” but so are the channels by which they communicate telepathically with each other, even if they can also access the more feminine “webs”. 

Of course I think to criticize the work written in the late 90s just for sounding like the apex of fluffy gothic paganry is unfair.  There are many works that, in hindsight, are intensely of their era that still hold up. The Lost Boys and the first Matrix movie these days are unmistakably 80s and late 90s to no detriment. The parts here that do not age well are not necessarily just backwards sex politics, or the fact that it’s a bit of a fawning hagiography of a Mary Sue in heavy eyeliner. And, to its credit, it’s excessive obsession with trying to sell you on the intensity of its magic system calms down but the midpoint. 

It’s just hard to get past all the paedophilia.

Daughter of the Blood is about the early years of a Chosen One (Jaenelle), destined to have the world and all the men in it fall at her feet, should she come into her true power. As a framing device we never get her perspective directly, just everyone reacting to the immense gravitational pull of a seven-to-twelve year old little girl and what their role in her life is going to be. Unfortunately, with a magic system so built on female virginity, the result involves everyone fretting that someone is going to fuck the magic child and stop this from happening. Or in the case of Daemon, deal with the fact that he can’t fuck the magic child until her late teens as a sort of fated mate. At the same time the characters are faced off against a cabal of evil paedophile men, so cartoonish in their exploits they wander from being part of the banality of evil to being part of the larger decorative lurid backdrop of eroticized cruelty. At the same time even one of the heroes, for all he talks about the idea of doing it with a child as disgusting, spends the second half of the book wrestling with her allure and their mutual chemistry. All while the character of focus is no more than twelve and the narrative also makes sure to remind us how small, delicate, innocent and childish she is. And with the vast majority of male characters agreeing that forbidden or not, nothing is more plausibly hot than the many, many underage victims. That, alone, makes it an uncomfortable read and most people will nope out on that aspect alone. 

But what about the femdom? I love a good decadent world where everyone is preoccupied with hedonism and intrigues. And in theory there’s lots of frankly exciting ideas, men being held in thrall to please. Reluctance of outright defiance being broken. Mixed enjoyment, humiliation and rage to being stripped and whipped. For the late 90s it even had an unusually positive approach to the idea of male beauty and men as the object or even the victim of desire. And yet, in practice all female sadism is not only narratively condemned, but almost immediately corrected with bloody mutilations and horrible deaths. You can enjoy the non-con titillation bits, but the rape-to-revenge part is going to be pretty immediate for the male main characters.

And to get even these you are going to have sit through a lot of graphically bad things happen to bystander men in the line of castration, and to all the female characters, who are awarded much less ability to fight back. The cabal of paedophiles I mentioned is a larger symptom of a world that while technically female dominated, gives powerful men enough leeway that the average woman must fear men. Of the female rape victims, revenge is a lengthy process with a lot of victim side casualties, and the two perspective female characters, Tersa and Surreal, needing significant help to achieve anything approaching justice.

Of course the book tells us that a good enough witch will get the willing and eager submission of powerful men lesser women cannot truly force. But then on page it makes it pretty clear that what that means is going to be fluffy pillows and experienced and manly lover being experienced and manly. There’s a really cringe scene near the end where Jaenelle expresses misgivings about how living eventually means more of the bad sexual experiences she has had with men and she’s coaxed to give life another chance with the promise that she might actually enjoy it in future via showing her a literal silk sheets and cushion strewn bed. So there’s a power fantasy of women ruling here, sure, but between  the gender essentialism and the undermining of anything that’s not being joyfully girlish or earnestly sweet, the femdom parts really suffer for it. It’s the very depressing idea women are potentially morally better than men, but ultimately also responsible for misogyny in the world through catty infighting .

Thus as a book, the only merit here you are going to find is a nostalgia read, a pretty good snapshot of what was cool with the spooky and alt people when I was young. But if you are under the age of 30 I somehow doubt you will be able to extract even that much value. It’s stuffed full of moments that might inspire you to run off and write your own version, but while we are starved for femdom books, I think this one can be left behind where it came from.

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“Come As You Are” by Emily Nagoski [Femdom Book Review]

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Come as You Are The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life Emily Nagoski Phd.

Why am I reviewing a sex manual intended for a broader audience of women as a part of my 2026 Femdom Book Review Project? While the majority of my focus remains on romance in particular, this being (I feel) the genre most concerned with depicting femdom in a way dommes may enjoy, I also approach this as books that may be relevant to dommes who are trying to figure themselves out beyond finding fantasies that work for us. 

Come As You Are is one of those self help phenomena that has successfully lodged itself in popular acclaim, popularizing a broad sweep of helpful information about sexuality so well that people don’t even realize it’s a source. It is also notable that if you dig into kink manuals or forum advice posts, it’s also likely to pop up in a “further reading” section or just have its advice paraphrased on the spot to the benefit of whomever is receiving it. Mostly you have probably interacted with it if you ever heard people talk about “responsive desire” versus a spontaneous kind. 

Specifically the book proposes to be a sort of owners manual for women and their sexuality. I think that Nagoski’s efforts are laudable overall, and where it is held back is probably an artifact of the medium of self help as a larger genre. To its credit it is kink positive and interested in normalizing diversity of how people experience sexuality. It’s also dedicated itself to the important work of undoing the years of shame and lousy messaging people get about sex even long before they are adults. In practice, however, I think the main thing that holds it back is that its suggested outcomes, of modulating desire, are at odds with its actual message of there really being no shoulds. 

It therefore ends up being like a Healthy At Any Size nutritionist here to help you develop a better relationship to food largely stuck giving you diet advice to change up your body because all their patients still want to know about gaining or losing weight. Or in this case Nagoski clearly believes compulsory sexuality is as bad for you as compulsory purity, but has to take a harm reductive approach because the majority of people still are preoccupied with having the “right” amount of sex with a monogamous partner. 

That some of her anecdotes are about bisexual or lesbian women is nice, as is her stolid insistence it is ok to get off to m/m fanfic or kink. But this is a world where the asexual spectrum is not a factor of consideration, which I think isn’t her fault. We are largely the invisible orientation and Nagoski’s concepts can at least apply to the spectrum part of that experience. But, ultimately, for all she wants you to know and love your body she thinks of sexuality as first and foremost a partnered activity. 

When I first decided to read this I thought maybe I would use the hands on aspect of the book to do a sort of read along. I quickly determined that probably this was going to be an issue because the majority of this is about trying to figure out why you don’t want to have sex with your partner, with a smaller amount of focus on making yourself want sex less of this desire is vexious to your circumstances (and partner). Other parts are likewise not something I need personally (I know where my clitoris is, and this book really does start you off from 0) and the rest of the book supposes it’s trouble shooting some sort of problem between you, another person and your feelings about yourself.

Therefore the premise weaves between improving communication and mutual understanding with a partner and repeating various versions of letting you know you are normal in all your infinite variations and that there’s a lot of bad information about sex we internalize. She ties most of this to the three Ms, Moral, Medical and Media. I can hardly think I am immune to misunderstandings and myth, but I think it’s an ironic testament to the strength of her thesis Nagoski’s own work still has a bunch of assumptions from those categories in the advice she is giving.

One of those sticky ideas is that she frames this through a lens of men being fundamentally different than women. I think her gender reductionism, paired with appeals to what science says, are some of the weaker parts of the book. She does a lot to criticize that sex research treats women like men lite, but not at all that our assumptions about men are as incorrect as the ones about women. She repeats various traits in women show more variation in that category than comparison to men, and in her examples treats men as if how she describes women is equally applicable, but there’s still a tendency to frame things in terms of “we know this about men, but for women…”. I think Nagoski must know this, but it’s almost like she’s been swept along with the long standing assumption that sex ed for women has to be delivered in a “secrets of womanhood, just between us girls” format.

Still, some manuals that are popular have their own problems of coming from an iffy starting place, and can still be useful. Love Languages, for example, crawled out of the land of Christian Heterofatalism. Critics correctly note a rather depressing foundation there of both reductionism (one love language!) and over use of demands on women (his love language is touch so put out, you silly girl!). With these books you can extract value, but you are going to need a sturdy shovel. And, just by the presence this book has in discussions on the topic of sexuality it’s clear a lot of people have been finding this helpful.

So if Nagoski’s Come As You Are occasionally veers into a bit of gender-essentialism, I think the book can be forgiven not quite making the leap to point out that while it proposes that women are different than how we believe men to be, men are also different than how we believe them to be. That topic, itself is a whole piece of queer theory most people aren’t ready to digest. Introductions to chemistry uses simplified models of the atom in graduated complexity, from balls joined by sticks to eventually fuzzy energy clouds only comprehensible through advanced math, but in 2012 a child still discovered a hitherto undocumented molecule through playing with a sticks and balls set, so a good simplification is more useful than a bad deep dive. 

The other, honestly more important thing she’s doing here, however, is actually using our relative openness to What Science Says to chip away at our self destructive defence mechanisms. There’s a bit of a hidden aspect here, but it’s less trojan horse than trojan my little pony. It will be very hard to read this without an extra layer of re-enforcement on your self acceptance.

Beyond that, and an introduction to general anatomy, her main theory is the idea that sexuality has variable levels of excitability and inhibition. She believes that the vast majority of women are experiencing problems not because things don’t turn them on, but because most women are easily turned *off*. The whys of this are a bit more vague, but she also believes these are more of a factor of things we internalize than say, hormones. 

Thus for Nagoski, generally the root cause of inhibition is attributed to mental baggage or to current life circumstances that make it actually reasonable to not want to have sex. Therefore the majority of her efforts are towards helping the reader think what that might be. Nevertheless you can see a contradiction that she writes in her examples of essentially trying to get women to acknowledge they don’t have to do this and can be ok with not being horny when they think they are supposed to… by telling them how to want sex with another person when it is convenient. 

If I had another pet peeve it would probably be that while Nagoski is plenty kink positive, she generally defaults to examples of female submission. It’s true there’s a lot of submissive people out there of any gender, so this is hardly all that remarkable. Indeed, for all her women in her illustrative anecdotes, BDSM makes up a part of what the women do as an unremarkable part of their sexuality. Nevertheless, it’s always some variation of the sub role that’s described in the most positive terms. Two of the women find significant results in having their partner deny or otherwise restrict them, while the third, in a sapphic relationship, has it mentioned off hand that the only part of her desire that seem to be working going into therapy is when she imagines herself the bottom in a male/male multipartner scenario where she is being dominated. Everty so often around her storytelling, we then get some light reminders about how healthy the bottom/sub side of kink is. And while a lot of people need to hear that, there also is a certain point when I am absolutely and entirely sick of being reassured it’s ok to have submissive fantasies. Even more so when they are paired with glurgey comments that of course since you have so much pressure on you in the real world it makes sense you want to pretend you have none in the bedroom. Hurkblergh.

And then there was one moment where things went frankly bizarre. Fueled by a desire to accept the whole spectrum of possible sexual experience while pushing back on the idea of a pure physiological arbiter being the ultimate signal of true longing, Nagoski goes from the more sensible reassurance that wetness or similar are not contradictory signs of enthusiasm if the rest of you thinks otherwise, and into defining orgasms as something entirely abstract and personal. An orgasm, according to Nagoski, is whatever the person having it says it is.

After coming in through a tagline about “The Surprising New Science” and the first three quarters of the book woven with quotes from various studies, this was an odd place to find myself dropped. While I agree to Nagoski’s larger point that orgasms have a wide range of sensory difference for those who have them, here we are departing from what any science says on the subject with the velocity of a glitching kerbal space program launch. Sure, for some people orgasms are transcendent full body thrashing and for other kind of like the pop of a fresh jar of pickles opening, but the physiological part is still not entirely subjective. If you are so inclined and armed with an electrical current you can give a freshly deceased cadaver an orgasm.

And the sudden turn to hand wavery here is so abrupt that I had to take a break here and wonder what the hell I was just reading. Was Nagoski just using a bit of hyperbole here to stop women from discrediting their orgasms as not good enough and further psyching themselves out? Was she, despite setting the expectation that anyone should be able to have an orgasm, hedging by leaving the door open for women to decide anything they can mange is still enough? Did I misread something here?

But, be that as it may, for me I think the book’s strengths, outside of the reassurances and the basic anatomy, are the approach of troubleshooting sex as something that requires making space for it and removing distractions. This kind of is a skill that you have to figure out in long term relationships and approaching this with your expectations at a realistic level based on your actual circumstances can be very helpful. And if your problem with sex with your partner is you a psyching yourself out or worse, refusing to acknowledge good reasons why you don’t actually want to do this, this book may be really helpful.

Ultimately, for me, this book wasn’t something I needed. It’s good to have vocabulary to talk about the steps to setting up to have some flavour of successful intercourse with another person. Ditto to describe variations in desire patterns. I am also glad someone’s catching the traumatized religious conservative survivors and getting them to look at their own genitals. Lives are going to be saved by doing that, since your reproductive system is also one of those body parts that has a high chance of trying to kill you. But this really is a 101 primer and ultimately a 10+ veteran sex blogger probably isn’t going to be surprised to learn the clitoris is important or that you don’t need to feel shame about your fantasies.

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“What Fury Brings” by Tricia Levenseller [Femdom Book Review]

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What Fury Brings by Tricia Levenseller

In a Greco-Roman fantasy world, various gods award their client populations gifts. For the country of Amarra, that’s to be stronger than any (cis) man, a fact that has led to a warlike society of Amazons with a distinct man shortage in their upper caste, causing them to have a practice of forced marriage harvested from their neighbors. Meanwhile everywhere else is a sea of ultra machismo masculinity.  In reaction, the Amarrans are also hard, harsh and violent, including our protagonist, Olerra, one of the leading candidates for the (elected) throne of her country. She’s hoping that she can leverage her status as general to impress her electorate (a small council of noble women), and in service to that she decides that nothing but the hand of a neighboring prince will do. 

Amarra’s’ most immediate rival a people who worship the god Brutus and therefore are known even internally as Brutes.  It is known that Brutes get higher than average fecundity thanks to their deity, but turn around and use that to create a culture of very fragile patriarchy, where the most powerful treat their wives and daughters as non-entities, but live in terror of their sons. For me I was a lot more curious about the fertility gift. We established that the Amarran strength wasn’t limitless as the King of the Brutes could still fight off multiple warriors, is the fertility a gender based blessing? What are the limits here? The King has multiple children but nothing unusual for someone having a lot of sex sans birth control over several decades. We hear about his five sons, of which the male protagonist is the eldest, and a daughter, while a reasonably determined person can get into the double digits if they keep at it most of their adult reproductive life. My grandfather, for example, is the youngest of 10.

When we learn Olerra’s darkest secret, that she lacks the strength awarded to all cis women of her society, I had suspected the actual truth would be that nobody in the society had real magic and it was social constructs the whole way down. You can still take that reading here as correct, but that’s not where this story goes. 

Instead it’s warrior/warrior, abduction and forced proximity plus fake romance, with a liberal pile of femdom to glue it all together. Olerra conspires to abduct a husband from the heart of her enemy’s kingdom and grabs the wrong brother, Sano, the crown prince. Sanos decides, for strategic reasons, not to correct this misunderstanding up front and then they slowly come to fall in love as Olerra does her level best to “housebreak” her captive into the more demure model of Amarran masculinity and he comes to appreciate her pure hearted sincerity. 

The way to read this is to turn your brain off and enjoy the ride. Up front, any nitpicking of the world building comes at the expense of the dubcon femdom. Likewise, a book which gives you an on page reason to refer to men as Brutes is not trying to be subtle and realistic. And in doing relax and enjoy approach, it also needs to be said that there’s nothing here that, gender flipped, would be remarkable in a romance about a male warrior-noble abducting a bride. Romance heroines have been slowly chipping away at their hot blooded ambitious warrior captors until they mutually surrender to the bonds of true love since forever. And they have done so on looser premises than this. 

It is true that somewhere in the back of What Fury Brings you can see the DNA of Wonder Woman, in the idea that a society under loving female authority would be largely utopia, but unfortunately somehow men get in their own way of accepting that. But this is also a sort of gender flip Gor, for despite being liberated for 500 years, the glue that holds Amarran society is the humiliation and subjection of men. Amarrans are inordinately obsessed with that, particularly the nobles, with lots of stories about how terribly rapey men are amidst a brutal culture of female on male rape. Again, take this as a feature not a bug. 

Probably because of that aforementioned clause that deity gifts are still beatable by exceptional individuals, Amarra really leans into restrictions on their men well past even the strictures of even an actual historical roman slave.  Even fighting back to the point of drawing blood from a woman is a death sentence and the murder of one noble woman, Olerra’s mother, lead to a purge of all adult noble men. 

Timelines get a bit hazy here, as the husband kidnapping is described as a tradition, but the massive gendercide that’s made it more popular happened within Olerra’s lifetime. The absolute trauma of everyone else’s father, adult son, brother or grandfather being murdered is not something that ever comes up, even though every adult noble woman you would interact with in the story would have lost multiple loved ones to a purge that made even some of the more out of hand European witch burnings seem restrained. You really have to just accept this is a convenient man shortage. 

Still, what is difficult to put your finger on is just how much this is a matter of unreliable narrators, how much is plot convenience and how much is a society that really, really hates cis men to the point of undermining its own modern feminist inclinations. What point do you need to be, after all, to overreact so wildly you are murdering everyone from 85 to 18 under suspicion of conspiracy to rebel? And what does this end up saying to the idea that “if women were in charge things would be different” when they are objectively worse? 

The book gives the on-page explanation this is what fury brings, but 500 years is a long time to stay mad, a timeline under which, for example, the real world went from medieval to space exploration (or if you want to stay Greco-Roman, the Athenian heyday to the advent of Christianity in the Roman empire). This has nothing to do with fury and everything to do with an intersection of fantasy clichés of excessively long timelines. The geography is pretty handwavey too, with the capital of Amarra and Brutus a short carriage ride from each other, yet different enough in climates to justify one character needing sun protection. Again, the parts of Northern Italy and Southern Italy where you can get that much genetic and climate drift are still considerably further apart. But will we let errors in cartography get in the way of pornography?

I only flag the nitpicks in the end, not because I think the book is bad for its flaws, but because the audience for femdom romance is excruciatingly selective. Forewarned means that you can go into this without a common response I find in our reader circles of getting your hopes up and then feeling particularly betrayed. I obviously can’t flag everything you the reader might personally find irksome, but I do these reviews to help people get an idea of what might be worth taking a risk on. 

And, ultimately everything is just here as a premise to justify the kidnapping of the male lead and make him more special. This isn’t a story about a woman trying to reform her society because her brother’s life was made forfeit by a deeply violent society, it’s one where the heroine being middling bad (for no reason other than random chance) in a society of terribly bad is a ray of reforming hope. 

Of course, lest you worry this is a TERF paradise, the opening glossary makes sure we are aware the Amarrans have a queer positive culture, with trans, non-binary and same gender couples galore. This is unlike the Brutes, who expect this to keep on the downlow.  Unfortunately though, it’s the sort of trans positive culture where any gender non-conformity to the binary firmly lands you in third gender status. The goddess gift of strength doesn’t work on trans women, yes, but they don’t get it, and it also does not work on trans men. I am going to give the writer the benefit of the doubt and say there’s no reason to assume their deity is perfect rather than that it’s an endorsement modern trans people are less valid.

The other part that’s very much a symptom of the modern era is what’s *not* included in the trigger warnings. We hit the ground running in a battle to take down the King of the Brutes, whereby the solution to his behaviour was to live capture, tie him to a chair, gloat a bit and then release him to his people stark naked to humiliate him. The King then goes home and strips his adult sons stark naked to flog them. Four chapters in and the fetish counter is making constant dinging noises, but none of this is being interpreted as vaguely sexual for purposes of warning the audience. 

This is really a problem about fetish stuff versus social norms about content notes. Because much of what is kinky is not inherently sexual, it means that it exists in a context of plausible deniability. But neither is the dubcob being flagged. The book depends heavily on body betrayal syndrome, and the male lead being aroused by something to make it clear surprises are ok. Things like tying the lead up and fingering his ass, without him realizing that was a possibility, are ok if he expected to have some sort of non-PiV sex. The trigger warnings demurely say the sexual assaults are off page, but every facet of this story is relentlessly horny.

Which is probably the books most winning feature. Every single part of it is twisted itself into the sole purpose of offering you more attempts at femdom for women and theorizing about a masculine friendly version of F/m. Want not men doing naked oil wrestling for your amusement? It’s got that. Sex markets where you can get a skilled man into what really gets you off? It’s got that too. Lovingly lavish descriptions of male fashions to simultaneously emphasize masculinity and make the man into a delectable and beautiful object of desire? It wants you to have that. 

But for me, my biggest personal nitpick (outside the recent voluntary gendercide being handwaved as more inconvenient than traumatic) is probably the part where Sanos comes to internalize Ammaran social superiority. There’s a reasonable conversation about the limits of trying to protect your kin from sexism versus social reform, but the point he is won over is that common men in the street seem happy in their subjugated position. There’s some contrast here in that while Amarran nobles are absurdly decadent in their harems, whereas there’s implication that commoners don’t have time for thirty men to exist in entirely decorative subjugation, but enough context clues to know that men are so constrained in this society they aren’t really out without female escort and they aren’t handling money. 

This is generally held up to being what Sanos and Olerra both see as ok. They don’t want all the grooming and domestic violence in either direction, but they are nobles and their concept of the world is not one where hierarchies are flattened, only softened. 

But there are moments where that background assumption gets a bit messy, never more so than the self congratulatory attitude around the penis guillotine scene. It’s presence is framed as being used to punish the worst of the worst, a man who raped a child. The idea is that it tells you that Amarra is harsh but fair, at worst a little preoccupied with certain risks over others. 

In actual impression it comes across that there’s such an appetite for seeing bad things happen to men that Amarra, lacking enough villains in their own borders, imports criminals from other countries so people can come and watch an evil man get his comeuppance. And our female protagonist gives our male protagonist a little lecture about how it helps with the inherent make tendency to rape…despite our introduction to her culture involving a paralytic toxin that leaves you with an erection used on consorts who misbehave, the villain openly being known to being likely to force an underage member of her harem to consummate and another character being considered unremarkable that she has a harem of entirely children. The book lets us know she is actually running a clandestine orphanage not a grooming operation, but apparently Amarra is so anti man that keeping a couple of dozen boys as consorts in training is less weird than openly running a school for under privileged boys. 

Meanwhile a lot of dialogue between the characters repeatedly confronts Sanos with his hypocrisy. Olerra is supposed to be the one who thinks bigger than him, but from an audience perspective, we are able to see her blind spots but he can’t. Inversely Sanos is not so far behind her as Olerra acts. She calls out his tendency to use chivalry in place of systemic repair, but he has something that’s much harder to discard in misogynistic cultures, the belief in fundamental inherent gender equality. Sanos somehow manages to avoid all the usual baggage that women are dumber, more cowardly, manipulative, etc.. that goes with real world sexism. 

So the guillotine becomes one of those moments where I can’t tell if this was supposed to be porn or praxis, but mostly it was a moment of the book trying to have their cake and eat it too. I base this on the fact that Amarra also uses voluntary eunuchs as high prestige servants  for unclear reasons. These men, it is made clear, are not being punished, but if you want a job in a noble household as a man it’s a mandatory requirement. Why? No reason given, so I think Levenseller just likes castration as a fetish. But the narrative also wants to have some moral line and it does ask you to give them more but in that I can here. 

Finally, in trying to bridge that problem of making members of a monstrous society sympathetic, the tactic deployed is that we are shown much worse people. The king of the Brutes abuses his sons, and Olerra’s rival to the throne is (most disgusting of disgusting vices)… a sadist!!!    

Sadism here is depicted as impossible to exist in a context of consent. It has to be the violent mishandling of unconsenting men, and is contrasted with the mainline Amarrans way of controlling their men, keeping them physically restrained and sexual tease and denial. It’s a sort of tyranny of gentle femdom, which as a story is supposed to let you relax your moral calibration to sample your edge fetishes as bad things and have your main ones as acceptable. As a premise it is understandable, but it also puts you in an awkward position that your happily ever after creates a line where half the stuff you enjoyed as a reader is going to arbitrarily be put in the shameful category. 

Thus penis guillotines are for good women to get off to bad men being chopped. Abusing your sex slaves is for good women to be titillated by but to ultimately condemn.  Other things are made arbitrarily ok, but ultimately when good triumphs in this story most of the stricter and more cruel fetish parts are to be swept up off the stage like discarded lingerie after a burlesque show. 

And I think the part of the ending that might make at least some potential audience give it a hard pass is in the HEA. After Olerra has fought many times over and won due to a combination of sheer skill, cunning and purity of heart, and after Sanos has learned to trust her and let her lead; they are cozy together as a couple discussing the future. And Olerra mentions they might switch sometimes. As character development it’s her learning to trust men and be vulnerable, as a Domme it was the disappointing inevitability of how tied to the situation a lot of the kink was. Olerra wasn’t constantly restraining Sanos because it was her fetish, she was frightened of him having the upper hand. When she loses that fear, she loses her justification to tie him up. 

For most people that’s going to be enough, but I know some of you would find a hint of switching would make you feel entirely undermined, so I think I need to mention that. 

But, caveats aside, I actually liked it. I liked the sex scenes. I liked the slow mutual understanding. I liked Sanos being an object of display and the almost fourth wall breaking internal observation he made about how shocking it was he got to be beautiful. I even liked the premise that the most popular brothel in Brutus as a make-believe version of Amarra because while the narrative through Dani’s perspective implied it was just to humble powerful women, I think it also pointed to how miserable men in ultra patriarchy are that they can’t help yearning for something else. It also delivered something a lot of femdom books struggle with, two leads I liked and thought suited each other. It even evaded one of my least favourite femdom tropes that submissive men in particular have to be inherently feminized to occupy that role. 

And, ultimately, even if the leads end with the shy possibility of switching on the table, it’s also notable that in a book which is incredibly open about sex, did not see fit to write that.  Sure, it’s there to let us know femdom doesn’t have to be compulsory, but you never get the vibe you as the audience were being told you had to endure some male dom as turn about. 

Which, review-wise, it’s good. It hits everything most people who want more femdom romances are looking for. While some books are a chore to get through, I knocked this one off in two binge read sessions, entirely entertained the whole time.

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Author website: Tricia Levenseller

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“Preferential Treatment” by Heather Guerre [Femdom Book Review]

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"Preferential Treatment" by Heather Guerre

I think there’s some note of consistency that although I am much more likely to drop a less known work as a review on my blog, inversely precisely because a thing I have read is popular I assume that I have reviewed the things that people are more familiar with in the genre of femdom romance. I liked Preferential Treatment when I read it, enough so that I regularly list it in a top 5 recommendations when people ask for a femdom romance book. I am not the only one who makes this suggestion either. 

In actuality it looks like I hit What Was Meant To Be, but not this one yet. This is a pity, because the book isn’t merely a great read, but also, in my opinion, the last word needed in the genre of Billionaire Romances. And by this I mean that it’s a beautifully constructed reply from a population that’s getting awfully sick of oligarchs and the power differences they represent. 

For doing so the book gets some negative reviews as “preachy”, which I think says more about the reviewers than its protagonist driven rejection of what that kind of wealth represents. Most billionaire romance heroines aren’t comfortable with the sheer gravitational pull of the hero’s wealth, but this one at least can articulate the problems she has clearly. 

And for all the lead is introduced as a more traditional meet cute through a chance encounter, it is remarkably realistic for the rest of it. The book gives you a happy ending, but it doesn’t flinch in how it constructs how people behave when massive amounts of money are on the table. 

Specifically, a major theme running throughout it is the complicated relationship poverty gives you with money, but also the conflict inherent in ones aesthetic preferences towards symbols of opulence, versus your actual coping skills as you try to escape that state of deprivation. Growing up in what passes for poor in Canada, there was also more of this book that personally resonated with me for non-femdom reasons to boot. I don’t just recommend it because it’s entertaining, but because it’s an incredibly genre savvy response to a lot of the problems in both romance and how we imagine femdom works versus how it actually works.

This is despite the how the premise and the male lead’s attitude to the woman he is into are possibly as far from an ideal starting place for a healthy relationship as you can get. Russian Billionaire Mikhail Volkov decides that his low level worker has the makings of a good domme when, not knowing who he is, she responds to his entitled behavior with firm pushback. To get her interested he gives her access to his near limitless resources, an offer that the heroine, Kate Pasternak is desperate enough not to turn down. She’s in a rough place in her life right now with a bunch of lingering medical debt, but there’s really never been a point when she’s been able to enjoy any financial stability. This is a lifeline, a chance to finally clear a hurdle between a net worth in the negatives and maybe have an emergency fund or start saving for retirement. Kate’s ambitions are incredibly modest.

A typical billionaire romance would then have the kink be forced gifting, where the heroine dub-con whines and blushes her way through the hero’s largess, protected from ever having to confront being perceived as greedy by his forceful choice to shower her with his largesse. This fantasy is probably as old as dirt at this point, a tension produced by suppressing your appetite for material things that’s enforced by social norms almost as strict on women as the one around sexual purity. The act of being a dominant unavoidably evokes three vices women are not supposed to have on our own behalf: aggression, overt sexuality, and selfishness. Thus being a domme is not just the archetypical bad girl, she’s the worst girl. All dommes have to deal with this, one way or another. 

Findom, as it is popularly understood, has sins two and three particularly emphasized under its umbrella automatically. I have said before that it exists because there’s few things women can do more transgressive than express ambitious ingratitude. We are supposed to permit men to be our social superiors and then be rewarded for loving their inner selves, not treat their sexual and romantic attraction to us as an overt vulnerability to extract from. Even sex work isn’t free from this, perpetually victim of the fictional construction of the woman who despite her job has a heart of gold, as if being someone’s paid worker was inherently implying blackmail of the client. Findom generally says fuck that, gimme. And people tend to feel at best ambiguous. 

Yet, most women like stuff and money, as a symptom of being human. Everyone needs stuff and money to not die. And the stuff and money, historically and currently, is disproportionately gated in the hands of men. You can try to earn your own stuff and money, but the people who have the majority of it did not earn it through sheer hard work. And then of course there’s a severe social penalty for asking for stuff or money for being female even in wage negotiations. 

If that wasn’t enough, of course, humans are preternaturally attached to the Cinderella myth. That’s the idea that it’s viable for women to do some sort of extreme cross class marrying into money if you are just that good, either through your virtues or strategic gold digging. The reality, of course is that marriage statistics do not show that happens at all. Marrying into money is not very common, and particularly not gender linked as a man is as likely to do so as a woman is. 

Findom exists as a result of both the belief money can be easily finessed from men and a male anxiety that in a rigged system they will never truly be loved for themselves, only what they can offer. 

And for its sins, the salt people hurl at it is legendary. In day to day interactions with the internet, more kinky people can be counted on to be critical of findom than pretty much anything else, even the stuff that plays with much more noxious taboos, like rape. Every bad stereotype people can make about women is dusted off: deceptive, seductive, addictive. Men, inversely, are cast as sweet naïfs, wistfully lured in by pure hearted loneliness. 

Green And Gold, another exploration on Findom, dealt with that stigma by drowning the dominant in reassurance. Nothing she desired was capable of being outside of what her two eager male leads wanted to give, and her primary power was rooted in simply gatekeeping her ability to receive. To an extent this is true to real life power exchange. Florid fantasies not withstanding, it’s ultimately bordered by the limits of your submissive partner. In an ideal world that’s bordered by your limits too and you have a balanced dynamic. Nevertheless, that assumes a circumstance without conflict, which is great in practice but not ideal for a story. 

I think Preferential Treatment is also about escaping the other, very real life problem of simply ending up being someone’s fantasy fulfillment version of power. 

This is a problem for all dominants, but I think femdoms even more so. You learn pretty early on that the intersection between human nature and misogyny means a culture where men generally say they want women who are lively and assertive. The most macho cultures, be paradox, seldom actually prize total submission in their women, instead idealizing women who defer to them but also otherwise behave as if the symbols of masculinity they prize were also more valuable to them. 

As a dominant this leads to a vexatious category of men who pursue you because they think you are actually some sort of extra complicated brat, or your inclinations are simply a defence mechanism that makes you extra choosy. But external to the fetish aspect, you still need to navigate an assumption on the part of many sub dudes that firecracker or ice queen, you are ultimately still his to channel or receive on his terms and not the other way around. Mikhail, the book’s Billionaire hero, is very much of that mold. He is certainly happy to have her dominate him in very closed circumstances, but his proposition comes with NDAs, a great deal of ambiguity and the real world power imbalance that even if she did object to anything he did or want other than what he wants she has no real ability to counter him.

Kate is otherwise sketched out as how dommes actually are, in really sharp contrast to how most men who fetishize us imagine us to be. This includes the limits of the common bitch-in-heels over achiever stereotype dominants are awarded. There’s this tendency to assume sheer gumption can overcome systemic issues, and that you are some sort of heroic, magnetic figure where assertiveness or confidence are the limitless scaffold you build around people so they cannot but help going in the direction you choose. 

Kate is not unflappable at all. She’s all flap, barely held down, her appearance of cool-headed boundaries and absolute accident based on Mikhail reading way more into their first interaction than is there. By pure luck, his silly, fetishized stereotype actually leads him to find a lifestyle domme with a knack for improvising with his rather lousy material and enough cynical insight to notice the limits of how much he is actually willing to submit. 

A blind read through left me angrily screeching at the book on her behalf while he continued to suck, while simultaneously deeply invested in her getting some sort of happy ending. It’s almost ironic most readers were prepared to overlook his consistent selfishness while calling out her critical and vocal socialism. 

Which, side note, here is another place Guerre is being clever with her use of tropes. While most Russian male leads are chosen exoticism largely based on emphasizing social biases about people on the borderline of whiteness (about as yikes as you are thinking), Guerre has done two things here. Firstly, her female protagonist’s surname is also Russian, making it clear we aren’t going there. Secondly she’s put her timeline that her male lead grew up in the worst sort of deprivation during the transition of the fall of the Soviet Union. If you are going to have at least a semi serious discussion about socialism, someone familiar with the way authoritarianism poisoned things, and the additional complexity of the immigrant experience gives you much more interesting fodder here. 

Likewise on the subject of poverty, Guerre gets across not just the foundational parts being systemic, familial and long lasting, but also the cultural alienation when you are confronted by wealth. Wealth is a foreign country. 

I occupy an awkward place, a rich man’s unexpected, youthfully created bastard, born to a bohemian mother from the sort of gnarly intergenerational situation that layers queerness, neurodiversity, intellectual brilliance and an interlude with, I am not making this up, MKULTRA. This means that I have this odd experience of growing up in what passes for poverty in Canada but occasionally getting dunked into the world of people who live sublimely comfortably. And you wouldn’t believe the guilt and sense of constant anomie that produces. 

Likewise there’s something in Kate I could vividly feel, the way her curated vintage aesthetic was a bridge, as all alt fashion is, outside of easily code readable class markers. Which works until you hit exposure to something actually expensive that has hidden infrastructure. Or something that was, for you, unthinkable. I cannot review this without talking about how this book ended up being deeply personal in this sense. 

I married a nice, upper middle class software engineer from the Midwest, who is not, as far as humans go, at all extravagant, particularly not for his social class. But there’s always little moments where the sort of diagonalization of our overlapping cultural pieces, the creativity, the kink, the nerdery do not entirely obscure the nice straight lines of his world compared with the turbulent ripples of mine. 

There’s a point in the story where Kate starts coming unglued, revolving around a piece of luxury cookware. The overt language of her meltdown is that she has determined that despite coveting it, she has no idea how one even integrates such a thing into one’s actual cooking. The underlying issue is that this temporary exposure to wealth isn’t helping her actual problem of living with lifelong instability, and the debt that’s put on her, in knowledge but also an ability to trust. Mikhail, for his part, is mystified. He is doing nice things, getting to give as an act of service and all it is doing is making his dominant cry. 

Their way through is a fundamental truth about making BDSM work for the long haul, you both have to be who you actually are with each other in a way that is immensely vulnerable. For this couple, it is about dismantling the wall his money has put between them. It is also about transitioning from serving his idealized Kate, a person he needs to be implicitly impressed by and endorsing of his status to feel safe with, to offering himself to real Kate. The person who he wanted at the start of the book, who when confronted by an entitled peer doesn’t back down. 

Because this is entirely told through Kate’s perspective, Mikhail’s transformation is a bit of a cypher, and he never really gets a scene where he articulates to her why he is able to go along with the change in direction she wants. But, I think Guerre has given us enough ground work we can take this as a matter of show don’t tell. What carving away his real billions is about is acknowledging that these are actually getting in the way. 

If you judged by the cover and blurb Preferential Treatment sounds like it will be yet another silly escapist bit of Cinderella fantasy fluff. Yet, what you get is something so solid it stands distinct in its own genre. It manages to understand and respect the tropes it is working with (romance land Russians, wealthy male leads, femdom), but in combining them, comes through with something wholly unique. And I think it speaks to something else as well, that the femdom part is probably what most made this possible. 

While all billionaire romances see their heroines eventually find some sort of comfortable equilibrium with the menace their lover’s wealth presents, the taboo breaking aspects of femdom becomes, through its inherent potential for iconoclasm, a way to pass through one of Romance’s more tricky barriers. A cardinal rule is that all stories must have a happy ending, but more often than not, books where the male lead has a huge advantage over the female lead require us to leave him that way and count on the strength of his love to abrogate it. She will always be more exposed than him, by class, by sexism, by being the one who married into the money, but trust me bro, he loves her, so that’s fine. 

Sometimes that can be enough, but sometimes it is nice for the heroine to say all the quiet parts out loud, and to strip the hero truly naked in the process. 

Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

Author website: HeatherGuerre.com

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“Hidden Claws” by MT Addams [Femdom Book Review]

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This week, we are back in the bonkers, QAnon adjacent world of contemporary dark romance, for an F/mm about three immensely messed up individuals, one of whom is a yandere flavoured serial killer and one of whom is doing a sort of budget V for Vendetta style effort to  replicate her exact trauma to make the sub into what he needs to be reborn. 

The third character, Malek, is not exactly in a healthy place either, in the middle act of a downward spiral. As a teenager, family pulled him into human trafficking and then died messily in front of him mid-crime, dropping him into juvie and then an adulthood of unstable low paid work, substance abuse and violent outbursts. Those latter two factors have landed him in jail, looking at his first of what will clearly be a series of adult incarcerations, likely ending with his death or a life sentence. 

Fortunately for him, he is offered a diversion program, a stay at a luxury facility to get his life back on track. Unfortunately, it’s a trap.  The cop that arrested him, Mason, is owed a favour by his dominant, Jasmine, and asks her to take on Malek’s rehabilitation. Contrary to first impressions, however, this is no altruistic act. Jasmine, while she does enjoy remaking and rebuilding individuals, keeps things on a strict six month timeline. Mason has finagled his way to a second six months, but he knows that’s likely to be it. Therefore Mason has hatched a plan to give Jasmine a submissive so hard to handle she’s forced to turn to him for help and thence see she should keep him around permanently. 

This second male lead is a complete piece of work, putting the B into ACAB. Inversely he is a pretty good example of an under explored trope for male subs, if you want a more classic bad news romance hero. He is an inveterate schemer and boundary pusher, but offers that fun-only-in-fiction trait that he will do literally anything to be with you. Even murder. I think that from a story perspective it’s good to see this sort of character be explicitly coded as submissive as it works very well with the real life tension between someone’s submissive desires versus their real world agency.

The second male lead, Malek is a more traditional sort of character and a depiction as a sub, a more straight forward invitation to ride along with his reactions to his captivity. He is cocky and takes a long time to break, but ultimately slides into a much less complex state of attached submission to Jasmine once her mental conditioning starts to work on him. While we get a lot of his perspective, it’s mostly suffering and confusion, either something to linger on as a sadist or to vicariously project yourself into for a more masochistic read. 

Of course rounding this out, the domme in this story, Jasmine, has secrets of her own. The fact that she has near infinite wealth and a mansion equip to hold people prisoner and brainwash them is a matter of inheritance. Specifically, she is a survivor of a much less positively motivated sex slave trafficking ring, who eventually navigated her way from teenage victim, to non-consensual trophy wife and with a little judicious murder, wealthy widow. The remainder of the trafficking ring is now being kept at arms length by mutually assured destruction through the various blackmail evidence they have on each other, and consensual BDSM is her hobby to get some social contact while still keeping strict boundaries on the rest of the world. 

Mason, of course, is here to destroy all that. While the trafficking ring she escaped are the true villains of the story, it would be accurate to call him the major antagonist. His role is to stir up Jasmine’s stalker, be a sort of puckish bad influence on Malek, but above all provide a pretty rare scenario of male sub to male sub jealousy. This is another thing that makes this book unusual as while there’s a million different versions of cuckolding fantasies that lean MF/m or M/fm, it’s pretty rare for there to be as much emphasis on sub feeling insecure relative to each other. Honestly, I think this is a lot more common to how dommes would prefer things if they want drama in their harems. As much as it creates room for Mason to feel off putting (if your ideal submissive is safe, this won’t work for you), it does succeed in selling the fantasy of being treated like you are the most important person in the would by multiple men 

On the other hand, as is many “why choose?” books, there’s also an inevitable amount of convenient bisexuality. The glue that holds the triad together is the two men’s attachment to Jasmine, but part of the resolution of this is that her two pets develop a sort of strong erotic friendship. This is particularly important when you get to the final conflict of the story that presents Malek with an opportunity to choose Jasmine for himself rather than be forced to submit to her.

And related to that, as a review I should probably flag that while I would not describe this as switchy, Jasmine’s bad experiences do not focus on making her disproportionately powerful. She barely has a handle on Mason, who tries to top from the bottom constantly, is playing cat and mouse with her former tormentors, and while her treatment of Malek is framed as effective, there’s a bunch of arms length distance she has with her subs that we are supposed to see as the thing to be broken down and discarded. Her two lovers are going to help her get there, but it’s going to mean we accept that they might know better than her.

Finally, as I mentioned, this is a bonkers story. It’s a world where human traffickers put multiple women in separate duffle bags to move them around, as if this was a sensible of viable way to transport people, and where you can get a private security team to be loyal to you but indifferent to the unethical sex slavery that’s happening under their noses. It’s one where you can apparently divert a prisoner from a jail and make his charges evaporate without anyone caring all too much. Honestly, in the former situation I somewhat suspect that the author started this off as a more straightforward idea that the diversion program was entirely just how this society worked and then changed their mind two or so chapters in. It doesn’t hurt the story’s readability, but it does cause a bunch of rapid tone shifts that are a bit incongruent from how the characters are first introduced.

In all, I liked it the way one likes an action/thriller you use to fill an evening. It scratched an itch I have for darker materials and while I think would have liked Jasmine to have a bit of a stronger role, the parts of the story that made it different from most of its genre were fun enough I’d be interested to see what else MT Addams did or does with femdom.

  • Where to Buy: Amazon
  • Author Website: https://mtaddams.com/books/

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