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Last Slave Standing

Five erotic tales of submission and domination

Edited by Elizabeth Coldwell By Alex Jordaine, Derek Shannon, Lynn Lake, Alcamia Payne and Penelope Friday Narrator S Campbell

Last Slave Standing
Downloadable audio file ebook Online Price:
£3.99
ISBN: 9781908262561
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 17th November 2011

EPUB, 61 pages ebook Online Price:
£1.99
ISBN: 9781908262523
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 20th October 2011

Category: Anthology / Bundle, Audio Books, BDSM / Fetish, BDSM / Fetish, Contemporary, Menage and More, Mixed Themes
Series: Hot Under the Collar

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Domination and desire go hand in hand, but are you ready to submit to the ultimate in sexy seduction? Enjoy five varied, kinky tales of domination and submission that will get you hot under the collar!

Last Slave Standing by Alex Jordaine

Jay and two other hunky male slaves attend a select S&M play party to christen the new dungeon of Jay’s sadistic Mistress, Kate. She has created a thrillingly punishing and perverse competition between all three of the naked slaves for the erotic entertainment of herself and her two fellow leather-clad dominatrixes. However it turns into a harrowing ordeal for Jay as he finds himself becoming as much a slave to an insidious clock as he is to his Mistress.

Captive Audience by Derek Shannon

Kristy’s been a fan of film-maker Martin Hollis for as long as she can remember, but she can’t understand why he’d choose to give the heroine of his latest horror flick submissive tendencies. Martin knows Kristy has a lot to learn about the kinky side of sex – and their meeting at a convention allows him to begin her tuition …

Dog House by Lynn Lake

‘They were naked, on their hands and knees: Derek, Kyle and Richard. Their tongues lolled out of their open mouths and their eyes gleamed wide and unblinking, earnestly staring up at their mistress.’ They were Katherine’s “dogs”, excited, anxious, eager to see and play with the woman, perhaps get shown some love back. She treated the three handsome men like dogs, and they behaved like dogs, made love like dogs, protected the territory of Katherine’s beautiful body from interlopers like dogs.

The Cloak by Alcamia Payne

Marie has had her fair share of masters and has become dissatisfied with her experience of bondage. When she hears about the master Ivan – and learns he has a rather extraordinary way of tantalising his slaves – her interest is immediately piqued and she decides to try Ivan’s blend of kink for herself. Ivan seduces his slaves by employing sensory deprivation and a large cloak and he never allows skin on skin contact. Marie soon discovers the real secret of seduction as she enters a multi-orgasmic sensory world, created not simply by the touch of skin – but satin and velvet.

Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Lesbo? by Penelope Friday

Kelly looks like a stereotypical butch dyke, so she’s got to be the dominant partner in her BDSM games, right? Wrong, because there’s nothing Kelly loves better than submitting to her sweet, stunningly beautiful girlfriend, Anne-Marie, and proving what a good girl she really is behind closed doors.

These stories have also been published in Hot Under The Collar

Print ISBN 9781907761782, eBook ISBN 9781907761799, Audio ISBN 9781908262547

It was time for her and Jay to give their brand “spanking” new dungeon a proper christening.

Joining the couple for this eagerly awaited event were Chloe and Mark, and Carol and Paul. Jay and the other two slaves, all entirely naked, were kneeling in a row against one of the dungeon walls. They were all sporting impressive erections, their cocks rock hard and throbbing, in anticipation of what was in store for them – whatever that might prove to be.

Their respective mistresses stood together nearby. Carol, her short ash-blonde hair brushed back from a face that was agelessly beautiful, was naked but for a tight corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up enticingly, and knee-length boots with sharp stiletto heels. Both the corset and the boots were of dark red leather. Chloe and Kate were also virtually naked and both looked as seductive as Carol. Chloe was wearing only a black leather bra that left her shapely breasts exposed, merely framing them; and very high heeled shoes. Kate wore a black leather waistcoat, which she had left undone, and knee-length boots, which were also of black leather and were polished like black ice.

Kate was holding two objects, one in each hand. In her left she held a leather flogger that was the same dark shade of red as Carol’s minimal outfit, and in her right, of all things, a cheap plastic battery-operated clock. It was black in colour and carried out its function of ticking the present into the past with noisy insistence. She strode over, her high heeled boots clicking decisively against the dungeon floor, and placed this last eccentric item on top of the whipping bench. Kate performed this act with exaggerated ceremony, as if it were the crown jewels themselves she was handling.

‘What have we here?’ Chloe asked, her emerald green eyes narrowing with amusement.

‘I’ve had an idea for a game we can play to christen this new dungeon,’ Kate said. ‘I’ve called it “Last slave standing”.’

‘Tell us more,’ Carol said, running a hand through her short blonde hair.

‘The idea is that we three dommes all swap subs and then, each in turn, do our damndest to make our assigned slave climax, using a devilish mixture of pain and pleasure,’ Kate replied. ‘The slaves must do their best to resist and the one who manages to retain his erection the longest, as timed on that clock over there, will be the winner. What do you think?’

‘I like it,’ Carol said.

‘Me too,’ Chloe added, a crooked gleam in her eye. ‘I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more diabolical myself if I’d tried. Are there any particular ground rules?’

‘No gags or blindfolds allowed,’ Kate replied. ‘And we all start our turn in the same place – with our slave’s up-stretched arms attached by the wrists to the cuffs at the end of those two ceiling chains.’ She pointed to the centre of the dungeon where two adjacent chains with leather cuff attachments were hanging, approximately two feet apart. ‘Also, the only disciplinary implement we can use is this one.’ She held up the dark red whip. ‘Beyond that, anything goes. We’ll determine who gets which slave and so on with a quick game of dice.’

The first roll of the dice gave Chloe her choice of slave. She chose Jay, leaving Carol with Mark, and Kate with Paul. Another roll of the dice made Kate the clock watcher except when it was her turn to torment Paul, and a final couple of shakes of the dice determined that Carol and Mark would go first, then Kate and Paul, and last but not least, Chloe and Jay.

Only at this point did it occur to Kate – too late to do anything about it – that she might unwittingly have set Jay up to fail in this game, and she regretted that. It was true that she and he had been on the local fetish scene for about four years by then and were thus by no means novices. The other two couples, however, had been on that scene well before they’d arrived and were arguably its most experienced players. Added to that, both couples were in 24/7 fem dom relationships whereas Kate and Jay were “part-timers”.

There were other problems for Jay too: that final roll of the dice had determined he’d be the last of the slaves to be tormented, which psychologically was the worst place to be in this particular game because he would know what time he had to exceed in order to win. Also, Chloe was notoriously relentless when tormenting a sub and Jay was the least experienced of the three slaves. Things didn’t look good for him, Kate thought. He was between a rock and a hard place, you might say. Correction, he was between his cock and a hard place. But, hell, it was only a game, wasn’t it?

Anyway, while it was certainly the case that Jay was deeply masochistic and submissive, that didn’t make him a weakling; far from it. There was a strain of dogged determination in his character that Kate had always found admirable and which had already paid major dividends in his career. She thought it could perhaps work to his advantage on this occasion too. So, on reflection, she told herself, there was still everything to play for, as far as Jay was concerned, in this sadistic game of her own devising.

Kate watched Carol stride with measured steps over to Mark and take him to the centre of the dungeon. She was struck anew by Carol’s great beauty, her lovely face pale and luminous in the half light of the dungeon. She was similarly struck by what a fantastic body she had, with her full, firm breasts tipped with dark nipples that seemed always to be aroused, her shapely thighs and her prominent, hairless mound. Kate had developed a real liking for giving and receiving cunnilingus ever since Chloe and she had started having regular sex together. And she’d become especially partial to Carol’s delicious pussy as soon as she and Paul had begun joining them regularly in Chloe’s dungeon for their outrageously full-on BDSM sex sessions.

Kate greatly respected Carol as a dominatrix too, because of her exceptionally practiced skills. There was also a real aura she carried with her, a sadistic sensuality, which she communicated with her big piercing blue eyes that managed to be both sultry and cruel. She was a force to be reckoned with, there was no doubt about that.

Mark put his arms above his head and Carol attached his wrists to the cuffs on the ends of the two ceiling chains. She stood to his front and masturbated him for a while, her fingers expertly playing the length of his pulsing shaft, before suddenly moving her hands to his chest. She squeezed both of his nipples at the same time, tightening fingers and thumbs over them so hard that it made his handsome face grimace with pain.

Carol then walked round to position herself behind Mark, her unbound breasts jiggling above her tight corset and her shapely thighs rubbing together as she moved. She told him to bend forward as far as the chains would allow. ‘Time for a spanking,’ she said gleefully before raising her hand high and bringing it down with a hard slap on his taut, curved backside. She raised it again and brought it down a second time as swiftly and as hard as the first stroke and then kept on spanking him. Each of Carol’s smacks landed like an explosion and smarted vividly. They steadily accumulated, becoming an angry red heat that suffused Mark’s backside. 

Elizabeth Coldwell

Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

Alex Jordaine

Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom writer and author of the highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of novels. He has also been a regular contributor over a number of years to two iconic fetish magazines, ‘Secret’ and ‘Marquis’.

In all of Alex Jordaine’s ‘Mistress’ books sexy powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them.

‘I thoroughly enjoy turning the usual stereotypes on their head in my writing,’ Alex says, ‘as well as exploring the psychology of submission, the joys and perils of the BDSM lifestyle, and the redemptive power of love. This last is worth mentioning because, although the books are full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories.’

All the novels in the popular ongoing ‘Mistress’ series are published by Xcite Books and are ‘one-offs’, so they can be read in any order. Short stories by Alex Jordaine have been included in various collections of BDSM, gay, lesbian and general themed erotica, also all published by Xcite. 

Lynn Lake

Lynn Lake’s fantasies could fill a book – and have (or, at least, parts of many, many books). Her imagination substitutes for a somewhat dreary existence in the middle of nowhere home to a particularly harsh climate. She’s a frustrated crime writer (few markets) and an unfulfilled SF author (no science background). Her erotic experiences, frankly, look better on paper, where she need not discriminate based on couplings, positionings, flogging devices, and/or binding materials. Rich, thick, wet ink spilling out of the golden nib of a finely-crafted fountain pen onto bright, white, textured paper is a form of ecstasy to her, free of STD’s.

She has a cat and an insatiable craving to express herself. 

Inspiration comes from everywhere, everything, and everybody she meets or sees or visualizes, but mostly from her mind (very often early in the morning when she first wakes up). She doesn’t wait for the wet muse to tingle her in the appropriate places, however; oftentimes she just sits and stares at a blank piece of paper (Hilroy, lined, in a wire-bound notebook) until an idea strikes her and she pen-strokes it, first into a brief outline, and then into a full story (which usually goes through a, minimum, three-draft process). She’s fairly well-read and quite good at mimicking other styles, which helps in the whole process, as does her natural shyness.

Alcamia Payne

Alcamia became a full-time writer in 2008 and now spends all her time scribbling and amassing notebooks of ideas.

A bestseller, she enjoys writing gutsy sexy stories and thinks it’s great erotica - once a fringe phenomena – has, at long last, been pushed to the front of publishing. She’s an ardent advocate of choice in reading, believing it’s high time women and men had the freedom to fully explore their sexuality through well-written prose by some terrific writers.

When she’s not penning racy books she’s beavering away under one of her other pseudonyms as a mainstream romance and paranormal author. Asked what kind of writing she likes best? She says there’s no one answer; whether it’s historical, romance, science fiction or a supernatural twist she loves it all, but retains a special affection for spicy romance with punch.

Rather an innocent and a somewhat old-fashioned girl, recently someone asked her how she can write such edgy material without having experienced it? Her answer, “sex and love are instincts we all have. A science-fiction writer has not voyaged into deep space, but can write convincingly about aliens and other worlds. The success in penning credible books is being able to get inside a person’s skin, research your material and be inventive.”

Alcamia has been published in countless anthologies and loves penning novellas and novels across the entire erotica genre range. When she’s not scribbling she loves restoring vintage clothing, trying to cook French patisserie and enjoys mega-long walks in the countryside and along the beach.  An avid collector her home’s bulging at the seams with books she can’t part with, which she believes is what makes it so hard for her to find her own Mr Darcy with a twist.

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