Nikita glanced at Rand's naked back. Though she'd won the bet, part of her wish she hadn't even accepted it. But Sekhmet had told her that she would win. This time, Lyonene, high priestess of Sekhmet, would not be forced to beg for release- she would demand it.
"Once you're done taking off your clothes, Rand, I want you to kneel with your head bowed, arms behind your back in a submissive position." Nik opened up her play closet, allowing her gaze to go from each toy, mentally discarding the ones that she thought Rand wouldn't enjoy. Choosing her favourite black, silver, and purple flogger with a mix of suede and rabbit tails, Nik did some figure eight moves in the air before her. This will be good for Rand. I think he'll find this heightens his need in ways he hadn't considered.
Turning back towards Rand, she noticed he had followed her directions, kneeling at the foot of her bed, his head bent and his arms positioned perfectly behind him. She walked towards him, stopping just shy of his face. "Good boy, Rand. Last time we had a sex oriented bet, you won. That night I was your sex slave and you pushed boundaries that you had no right to push. It was to be a fun time for us both- no strings attached."
"I'm--"
She flicked the flogger so the ends hit his back solidly. "I didn't give you permission to speak, Rand. Tonight, I'm the mistress and you're my submissive. You wondered about my sexual desires and my fantasies, but never once asked me that night what I wanted or needed. You chose to push me emotionally and for that, I have avoided you." Nik's hand moved with her words, sending light strokes against his back in a figure eight pattern. "But tonight, you'll learn about my sexual needs and you'll bare your soul to me. Paybacks are a bitch and we know I do bitch well."
She continued watching Rand's reaction to the flogging, making sure she covered his back from his broad, muscular shoulders down to the crack of his ass. When she heard the first sound that sounded like a cross between a moan and pain, she spoke again. "If you can't handle what I'm doing, the safe word is red. If something isn't comfortable but you're not sure if you want to completely stop, say yellow. If you're okay, then the answer is green. Understand?"
"Yes, Nik."
"That's Mistress Nik, Rand." She stopped while she ran one hand down his lightly pink skin. His body shuddered causing her to smile. Seems that I've discovered something that Rand hadn't realized about himself. Good for me.
"Yes, Mistress."
She slid one hand under his chin and tilted his head up so their gazes met. "I won't hurt you, Rand, but I will make you experience pleasure in a way I doubt any woman has ever shown you. I want you to stand by that X shaped piece of furniture, your back against it."
Rand stood up, his gaze never wavering. One hand stroked his cock and Nik slapped his hand. "Bad boy! That's my dick and you don't get to touch it unless I say so. Now do as I said."
"Yes, Mistress." Rand walked towards the St. Andrews cross and Nik wondered if somehow this might backfire on her. Seeing him submit to her will, even under the guise of the bet, turned her on more than she imagined. Damn, I hope he can still fuck my brains out once I'm done teaching him a lesson. Sekhmet, I leave tonight in your care and keeping. (continue reading &aquo;)
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Pagan: Recipe- Apple Butter
I love making apple butter, even though it takes a long time to make. I also have a crock pot version I'll post later too. But here's the recipe my gramps followed for years with his slight modifications. *grins* You're lucky-- I don't change the recipes as he did when he gave them to others. LOL
6 pounds of tart or lightly sweet apples, unpeeled, cored, and sliced
1 1/2 cups apple cider vinegar
2 cups firmly packed light brown sugar
2 strips of lemon zest, each 2 1/2 inches long
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
and 1 cup of water
In a large saucepan cook the apples in the cider over moderate heat, stirring occasionally, for 30 minutes, or until tender. Puree them through the medium disk of a food mill into another saucepan and add the remaining ingredients.
Cook the mixture over very low heat, stirring occasionally, for 2 1/2 to 3 hours, or until very thick. Discard the lemon zest and spoon the mixture into 2 sterilized 1-pint Mason-type jars, filling them to within 1/2-inch of the top. Wipe the rims with a dampened cloth and seal the jars with the lids.
Put the jars in a water bath canner or a rack in a deep kettle and add enough water to cover the jars by 2 inches. Bring to a boil and process, covered, for 10 minutes. Transfer the jars with canning tongs to a rack and let them cool. Let the apple butter mellow in a cool, dark place for at least 1 week. (continue reading &aquo;)
6 pounds of tart or lightly sweet apples, unpeeled, cored, and sliced
1 1/2 cups apple cider vinegar
2 cups firmly packed light brown sugar
2 strips of lemon zest, each 2 1/2 inches long
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
and 1 cup of water
In a large saucepan cook the apples in the cider over moderate heat, stirring occasionally, for 30 minutes, or until tender. Puree them through the medium disk of a food mill into another saucepan and add the remaining ingredients.
Cook the mixture over very low heat, stirring occasionally, for 2 1/2 to 3 hours, or until very thick. Discard the lemon zest and spoon the mixture into 2 sterilized 1-pint Mason-type jars, filling them to within 1/2-inch of the top. Wipe the rims with a dampened cloth and seal the jars with the lids.
Put the jars in a water bath canner or a rack in a deep kettle and add enough water to cover the jars by 2 inches. Bring to a boil and process, covered, for 10 minutes. Transfer the jars with canning tongs to a rack and let them cool. Let the apple butter mellow in a cool, dark place for at least 1 week. (continue reading &aquo;)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Personal: Heartache
Yesterday, my male and I broke up. Right now, I'm feeling empty and the heartache won't go away. I've spent the day today making my doctor appointments, joining the Incredible Shrinking Authors, and sleeping. I've slept over 8 hours today, not including the passing out last night from the pain.
What hurts most- I've never had this with any other person I've ever dated. I was truly happy. I mean that. Happy. Content, and for the first time in my life-- in love. I miss him terribly and I have to really work at not picking up the phone right now. Really hard. It's something I've done for almost a year-- calling him nightly to talk. But he says he's not in love with me, not like I am with him. He says it's not fair for me to not have that totality. Yet, he's given me more love, encouragement, and healing than anyone. I miss him and honestly, he's the only person in this world I'd ever fight to keep.
So, why am I hiding in my home? Why am I not facing anything or anyone? Because the emptiness is so far vast now he's gone. It's funny, I took for granted that he had this place in my heart. And now he's gone, I realized-- he was my heart. He was more than just heartmate. And I somehow, failed him. One day, he might forgive me. Maybe. (continue reading &aquo;)
What hurts most- I've never had this with any other person I've ever dated. I was truly happy. I mean that. Happy. Content, and for the first time in my life-- in love. I miss him terribly and I have to really work at not picking up the phone right now. Really hard. It's something I've done for almost a year-- calling him nightly to talk. But he says he's not in love with me, not like I am with him. He says it's not fair for me to not have that totality. Yet, he's given me more love, encouragement, and healing than anyone. I miss him and honestly, he's the only person in this world I'd ever fight to keep.
So, why am I hiding in my home? Why am I not facing anything or anyone? Because the emptiness is so far vast now he's gone. It's funny, I took for granted that he had this place in my heart. And now he's gone, I realized-- he was my heart. He was more than just heartmate. And I somehow, failed him. One day, he might forgive me. Maybe. (continue reading &aquo;)
Paganism: Understanding and Compassion
One of the abiding tenets in most pagan belief systems is that of understanding, acceptance, and compassion. Most of us want these things. Most systems give a way to bring other ideas into play without feeling compromised. Even the Celts made way for Christianity and incorporated aspects of it in their ways. That's just how most pagan systems are set up-- to be accepting of change and understanding of other aspects.
One thing lately that has been pushing at me is that other people have asked me how I can believe in so-called dead gods. I remind them one thing-- dead is only in the eye of the beholder. Just as speaking a name gives power, so too does offering and worship. To me, the gods aren't dead. I see them every day in all I do. Whether it's greeting the dawn or walking in a park, or even at work at the computer- the gods are there and they enjoy that they're known. In some ways, it's the easiest thing in the world to know that you can worship as you wish. Sometimes it's hard because it makes it difficult to worship.
I believe in understanding, acceptance, and more importantly, in compassion. Those who don't believe as I do, they are okay. They aren't wrong, but neither am I. I worship in a way that is best to me and my beliefs, just as they do. Next Monday, we'll start on the Elements and how we are beholden to them most of all . (continue reading &aquo;)
One thing lately that has been pushing at me is that other people have asked me how I can believe in so-called dead gods. I remind them one thing-- dead is only in the eye of the beholder. Just as speaking a name gives power, so too does offering and worship. To me, the gods aren't dead. I see them every day in all I do. Whether it's greeting the dawn or walking in a park, or even at work at the computer- the gods are there and they enjoy that they're known. In some ways, it's the easiest thing in the world to know that you can worship as you wish. Sometimes it's hard because it makes it difficult to worship.
I believe in understanding, acceptance, and more importantly, in compassion. Those who don't believe as I do, they are okay. They aren't wrong, but neither am I. I worship in a way that is best to me and my beliefs, just as they do. Next Monday, we'll start on the Elements and how we are beholden to them most of all . (continue reading &aquo;)
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Saturday Flash-- Snippets, Tidbits, and Gripe
Today's flash, which is a day late (but I had a migraine that was NOT happy with me being awake), is just a scene that came to me suddenly in the midst of doing something else. It was one of those moments where you just look from one character to another and go... "What the hell are you doing?!" So-- for you all. LMAO Enjoy!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Craft of Writing: Blurb- It's What's Happening!
Blurbs--they can get people reading or they can make people pass on by. Yes, many will tell you that cover alone is the be all, end all of your book hooking readers, but many of us are drawn more to titles and blurbs over covers. Even if you have the most kick-ass cover--without a blurb snaring the attention--you can still lose readers. So, how do you write a blurb that hooks your attention without giving too much away?
Friday, August 01, 2008
Friday Flash- Menage and BDSM
Today's scene is inspired by Love Romances Cafe's theme day- BDSM and menage. The current story I'm working on has both elements-- which please me to no end. So a big thanks to Dawn and the LRC group for today's theme. *grins*
Liam tugged on Jeanne's hair, until she looked up into his face. "Sweetling, I know that you're new to the ways of the fae, but a command is a command. Seamus told you to remove your clothing. You will do as you're told."
Jeanne shook her head, as her hand dislodged Liam's. "No, I won't. From what you've told me, I'm the heir to the throne. I'm the one in charge and you two are my servants to command. What right do you both think that you can tell me what to do and think that I would even consider doing it?"
Seamus smiled as he placed himself behind Jeanne. "You want us. I smell your desire as easily as I breathe. You want us to take you, to pleasure you, you want us to make sure we're pleasured as well. Don't you, dearling?"
Jeanne looked from one to the other. How can they sense my arousal from them being this close to me? I'm not that obvious am I? "Explain yourselves, right now. How can you scent me?"
Seamus stroked Jeanne's dark hair, then slowly stroked the back of her neck. "Easy, we have increased olfactory senses. When Liam kissed you, your desire clung to the air, letting me know how much more you wanted. As for your desires, you're fae and all fae love a bit of bondage with their sex."
Jeanne gulped. They knew so much about her and she had no idea on what she wanted or what she could do, but the idea of letting these men control her every action sexually- as much as she wanted it, she wanted something more.
"I will let one of you boss me around sexually, but only one. The other must do what I want, how I want it. If you both can't agree to that, then we'll all do without. I may want you both, but it will be on my terms alone." She stepped to one side, forcing both men to face the other.
"Well?" Seamus asked Liam, as they both snuck a glance her way. "Do we do as the princess has asked of us, or do we take what we want and damn the consequences?"
"Taking what we want would be good, but in the long run, it'd hurt all of us." Liam cupped Seamus' chin. "But for all our new heir knows, she doesn't understand about us, does she?" Liam didn't give Seamus a chance to respond as he kissed the other man with deep affection. (continue reading &aquo;)
Liam tugged on Jeanne's hair, until she looked up into his face. "Sweetling, I know that you're new to the ways of the fae, but a command is a command. Seamus told you to remove your clothing. You will do as you're told."
Jeanne shook her head, as her hand dislodged Liam's. "No, I won't. From what you've told me, I'm the heir to the throne. I'm the one in charge and you two are my servants to command. What right do you both think that you can tell me what to do and think that I would even consider doing it?"
Seamus smiled as he placed himself behind Jeanne. "You want us. I smell your desire as easily as I breathe. You want us to take you, to pleasure you, you want us to make sure we're pleasured as well. Don't you, dearling?"
Jeanne looked from one to the other. How can they sense my arousal from them being this close to me? I'm not that obvious am I? "Explain yourselves, right now. How can you scent me?"
Seamus stroked Jeanne's dark hair, then slowly stroked the back of her neck. "Easy, we have increased olfactory senses. When Liam kissed you, your desire clung to the air, letting me know how much more you wanted. As for your desires, you're fae and all fae love a bit of bondage with their sex."
Jeanne gulped. They knew so much about her and she had no idea on what she wanted or what she could do, but the idea of letting these men control her every action sexually- as much as she wanted it, she wanted something more.
"I will let one of you boss me around sexually, but only one. The other must do what I want, how I want it. If you both can't agree to that, then we'll all do without. I may want you both, but it will be on my terms alone." She stepped to one side, forcing both men to face the other.
"Well?" Seamus asked Liam, as they both snuck a glance her way. "Do we do as the princess has asked of us, or do we take what we want and damn the consequences?"
"Taking what we want would be good, but in the long run, it'd hurt all of us." Liam cupped Seamus' chin. "But for all our new heir knows, she doesn't understand about us, does she?" Liam didn't give Seamus a chance to respond as he kissed the other man with deep affection. (continue reading &aquo;)
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