To all my Wednesday flashers and fans I have a huge apology to make. I double booked!!! Yes, I have a calendar and I try to use it but it let me down this time. I will be posting my flash but this evening/tomorrow so you won't have to miss Pasha's metamorphosis.
In the meantime I'm welcoming the fab Kyoko Church to talk about her book and erm.... other things.
Hi Nephylim! Thank
you for having me here to your blog today. It’s a pleasure!
Today I wanted to
discuss a fun and generally safe past-time (unless you’re Michael Hutchins),
masturbation! Particularly, the fact that the general attitude to masturbation
in the Victorian era was hardly that it was fun and safe. To the contrary, much
worse than hairy palms and blindness, the people in this age worried that
masturbation sapped strength away from otherwise virile men and would weaken
the moral fibre of society. But no pressure not to choke your chicken! My
research into the topic lead me to increasingly scary looking devices in which
to lock the male sex organ, like the ones on this list here: http://www.ranker.com/list/top-10-most-brutal-anti-masturbation-devices/robert-wabash.
I’ve written
earlier in this tour of turning something that was certainly unpleasant at the
time and tweaking it slightly so as to be able to write about it in a way that
makes it sexy. This is another example of a time when my thoughts went from –
how awful for the poor men who had to endure this! – to devious thoughts of how
someone might “suffer” in a much sexier way.
This led to a subplot
in Book Two of the Draper Estates Trilogy, Sapphic
Secrets, for Ewan’s manservant, James. James is a man who has previously
enjoyed complete order and control over his life and in ordering his master’s
life, until he is suddenly and unexpectedly swept up in unwelcome feelings of
passion. In order to try and control this onanistic behaviour he fears will be
his downfall, he seeks the aid of one of these anti masturbatory devices:
A bit shakily he undid his belt and
trousers. As he eased them down he stared at the second belt that held the
device in place. He desperately wanted to undo that belt as well. It was
evening now. All of his duties had been tended to.
He replaced the wash cloth in the basin and slowly
began to unfasten what bound him. This is necessary, he reminded himself. It is
what must be endured for the thoughts that he could not keep at bay.
James could pinpoint the moment his downfall began.
He thought back to
how it used to be, before that moment, and longed for the simplicity of what it
was to love his job and do it well. He was Ewan Draper’s butler. His valet. A
gentleman’s gentleman. He lived to serve his lord, to anticipate his every need
and fulfill it. Everything from running his household and arranging his travel
to ensuring his clothing was clean and pressed, dressing and even shaving him,
all of it fell to James. He delivered the highest quality of service. He took
such pride in that.
And then one day,
as he was at his lord’s feet, buffing his shoes and doing up his laces,
listening to his lord boasting of his dubious conquests at Ms Rodham’s house of
ill repute, something twigged in his head.
Those women. His
master’s needs. His greatest need.
Suddenly a great
yawning chasm opened up. All of the base desires he’d heard other men succumb
to and of which he’d always felt above took hold of his body as he imagined
kneeling at his lord’s feet, taking his lord’s staff in his mouth, fulfilling
this most basic need as well, his service to his lord complete. He’d excused
himself quickly, gone into his room, grasped his swollen prick, as hard and
needy as he’d ever felt it and, with shaking hands, worked his cock to its
completion, as he gasped and cried out, his spunk falling in creamy ropes to
the floor.
No! he’d cried.
Only weak men did this. Ones whose minds were addled and dim. Everyone knew
this kind of self-abuse could only lead to ruin. Not him. And thinking of his
master! His cheeks burned bright, his whole body felt awash in the heat of
shame and regret.
Never again, he’d
promised himself. He’d bought the chastity device and vowed to wear it whenever
in service to his lord so that those thoughts and his body’s reactions might
not prevail.
But now, as he
undid the belt buckle and gingerly removed the metal casing from his loins, his
shaft immediately began to grow. Oh god, how good it felt to be free, free from
the confines that had been imposed throughout the day. It pulsed and rose, like
some kind of animal he couldn’t control, as opposed to his own body.
He took up the cold
wash cloth again, wrung it out and began to press it against his swollen flesh,
clearing his mind and willing himself to calmness. Then suddenly he remembered
Lillianne. Ewan would be attending her shortly.
No! he chastised
himself. No, he wouldn’t watch. Not again.
But the thought of
catching his master in flagrante delicto, to hear him, to see his body flex and move
was too intoxicatingly enticing.
He looked down at
the red indentations on his flesh where the metal chastity device had pressed
into it and winced. The thought of locking that into place again now that he’d
just finally taken it off was certainly not appealing.
If I wear my cage,
he bargained with himself. While the metal chastity device prevented him from
becoming erect, the other device he’d made himself purchase, the cage, allowed
the erection but prevented any stimulation.
Carefully he
fastened the other contraption into place, tucking it into his trousers.
Secured, he slipped out of his room and headed stealthily up the stairs to the master
bedroom.
Blurb:
Labelled
a nymphomaniac because of her passion, Lillianne Draper is forced to spend her
days restrained. She has managed to banish the nefarious Dr Samms only to begin
to question the motives of her scullery maid, Celeste. Charged with the task of
monitoring her mistress’s illness, Celeste seems to enjoy her new
responsibility a little too much.
Lillianne must try and control her body’s responses or her husband will
order the return of the doctor who tormented her. But being left every day at
the mercy of Celeste is arousing desires in Lilly she didn't know she had.
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Bio:
Kyoko
Church discovered the power of the written erotic word when she was 16 years
old and penned a very explicit missive to her boyfriend detailing all the
naughty things she wanted to do to him. When he received it, boyfriend was
impressed. When he found it, father was not.
For
the next 18 years she hid her naughty thoughts in shame. Until she found a
community where they were once again appreciated for the well-imagined smut
they are. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by Black Lace,
Rubicund Publishing and Xcite Books. Book One, Nymphomania, and Book Two, Sapphic
Secrets, in her Draper Estate Trilogy were published by Xcite in 2012. For Her Pleasure will be published by
HarperCollins Mischief in March 2013.
A
Canuck by birth, she has recently made Australia her home. She is currently
learning to drive on the left and say G’day convincingly.
Website:
http://kyokochurch.blogspot.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/kyokochurch
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