Now,
I’m conscious all publishers I’ve come across have this as a taboo
subject. I also understand that often
this is as much down to the distributors as the publishers and, well, if
nobody’s going to distribute your book you’re a bit scuppered. I enjoy writing watersports scenes! They can be fun, dirty or intense, however you
want to play them. But I’ve always ended
up having to cut them out of my stories, as I did from my original draft of my
erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish reinvention of the
Alice In Wonderland tale, which had a couple of them in.
I
should stress I’m not intending any criticism of my publisher (Xcite Books) here - I don’t have a problem
with making changes and I’m happy to work with a publisher’s concerns to get my
writing published and out there. But,
it’s just something I wanted to comment on.
‘Adventures in Fetishland’ has scenes of corporal punishment, nipple
torture, cock and ball torture, electrical play, medical play, use of sounds,
strap-on-play, cling film mummification, breath play and an attempted anal rape
scene. So, you can see, it isn’t exactly
for the faint hearted! But, one of the
scenes I had to edit was a comic one involving Kim, the main character, pissing
in a tea pot! I just have trouble
grappling with how all that other extreme stuff was acceptable but a funny
scene at a fetish hatter’s tea party involving pee had to be axed.
I
also feel both publishers and readers are missing a treat here as there is such
a lot of potential in the subject. There
is loads of dramatic tension in watersports – they get right to the heart of
the psychological relationship between a dominant and submissive. They can be both a humiliation or a reward
depending on the context and how they are delivered and described and provide great
opportunities for erotic writing.
So,
as a special treat (if you can call it that!) the story extract I’m attached to
this blog is the unexpurgated scene from the Fetish Hatter’s tea party, which I
had to edit and which appears in the book with all references to piss, wee or
golden wine mysteriously replaced by the Hatter’s “special blend of tea”!
Story
blurb
In this bdsm re-invention
of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken
from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by
the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is
played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The
Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials
ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints
the Red Queen knows something about her past.
Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in
her? When Kim finally finds out the
truth, it is shocking and bizarre.
Buy
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Oh dear, thought Kim,
this tea party could be very weird. She
cast her eye across the table; it was certainly a wonderful spread. There were two huge round tea pots and places
set with china cups and saucers and plates.
The centrepiece was a large multi-tiered black cast iron cake stand that
was filled with a delicious assortment of cup-cakes. They were iced in shades of pastel green,
yellow and pink and decorated with cherries or walnuts. There was bread, butter
and jam, home-baked scones and jellies and trifles. I’ve not seen party food like this since I
was a child, she thought. Kim was
ravenous and thirsty, just ready for afternoon tea.
“Pour yourself a cup
of tea,” offered the Hatter.
Kim picked up the big
round yellow tea pot and was about to pour a cup when the hare and dormouse
intervened.
“No, No, my dear, you
don’t want to drink from that tea pot,” shouted the hare.
“No, no,” muttered
the dormouse, “definitely not that tea pot.”
“Why, what’s wrong
with this tea pot?”
“The orange tea pot
is for the tea,” said the hare.
“And the yellow tea
pot is for the wee,” said the dormouse.
Kim looked surprised,
“I’m sorry I don’t understand, do you really mean there’s wee in that tea pot?”
she asked cautiously, dreading the answer.
The Hatter replied,
“Why of course, that tea pot’s for them.”
She pointed to two of
what Kim presumed were Mistress Nemesis’s male slaves. Kim hadn’t noticed them yet. One had a
leather hood on his head, the other an iron cage. They were both sat behind her forlornly. Waiting to be fed perhaps, thought Kim?
“They are probably
thirsty,” said the Hatter, “would you mind doing the honours, girl?”
“Why, yes, I suppose
not.”
Kim picked up the
huge round yellow tea pot with both hands and walked over to the two men.
“Should I pour them
out a cup?” she asked.
“No, no, they can
drink straight from the spout,” the Hatter said.
“Yes, direct from the
spout,” echoed the hare.
“Oh, definitely from
the spout,” confirmed the dormouse.
The hooded slave
lifted his head up and positioned it so that Kim, holding the tea pot high over
him, could tip the spout up and pour its contents straight into his mouth. She did just that and a stream of yellow
fluid came flooding out of the spout. Oh
my god, it really is pee, thought Kim.
It was a clear golden colour but it did not smell too much so it must
have been quite fresh. Kim wondered if
it was the Hatter’s. Most of the piss
poured straight into the slave’s mouth and he guzzled it down eagerly, but some
splashed onto his body and quite a bit spilt onto the floor.
The tea pot was soon empty.
“He can’t waste any,”
called the Hatter, “make him drink what he’s spilt off the floor.”
“Go on, drink it,”
said Kim tentatively at first and then more firmly, “come on drink it up.”
“That’s no good,”
said the Hatter, “he’s got to obey you.
Kick him in the balls.”
Kim did exactly that
with the shiny leather shoes. The hooded
man howled in pain but soon got his head down onto the floor and started
lapping the golden waters up.
“Give the rest to the
other one,” ordered the Hatter.
“I’m sorry but the
tea pot is empty now.”
“Well, there’s
nothing for it, you’ll just have to fill it yourself.”
“Sorry, you mean you want me to pee in the tea
pot?”
“Well yes, of
course,” the Hatter said.
“Yes, you heard the
Hatter. You must piss in the tea pot,” added the hare.
“Yes, piss in the tea
pot,” said the dormouse.
It was true, that Kim
was desperate to go. She hadn’t been to
the toilet since she had left the massage parlour and that was hours ago. Oh
well, she thought, I need to go. She put
the yellow tea pot on the floor, took the lid off, crouched over it, hitched up
her latex dress and let release a stream of hot piss into the tea pot. God, I needed that. It was quite a relief to
empty her bladder.
“Now bring the tea
pot back here, put it on the table and let it brew for a bit,” said the Hatter.
Author
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Slave Nano writes
stories drawing on the themes of bdsm, fetish, femdom and goddess worship
frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.
His work usually has
dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the
tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and
pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.
Slave Nano lives in
Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. He
works full time and juggles his writing with this. His work has been published by Xcite Books
and House of Erotica.
Nano facebook page at
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Thanks for having me Giselle. That looks fab.
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