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A Kinky New Beginning

Thursday, February 27, 2014

History of Submission (Thursday Taster #2)

Thanks for stopping by for my Thursday Taster offering for this week. It is a continuation of last weeks snippet from my WiP (Lust, Lies, and Secrets). Enjoy it.

History of Submission


Don Abdul

To anyone else, the way Frederick’s body responded to the torrents of abuse and humiliation by his wife would have been quite bizarre. To Fredrick however, it was not strange at all; he had felt it a few times before. He blushed as he felt the familiar rush of liveliness that came with recalling the earliest awakening of what he had come to secretly refer to as his kinky side...

He had fought the feeling at first, agonizing for months before finally taking the bull by the horn and seeking help. He went into therapy in an effort to rid himself of his “abnormal feelings”. None of it worked, and he was about to give up when he met his third shrink, Dr. Paige McNamara. That was fifteen years ago, and five years before he met and married Marge.

Dr. Paige McNamara had been quite helpful in guiding through the process of coming to terms with the submissive impulses he had been experiencing at least since puberty. The ever calm and attentive Dr. McNamara had listened and taken notes while he talked about his feelings and response to situations of loss of power especially to females with domineering personalities.

On the advice of his shrink, he had undertaken a journey of self discovery that eventually helped him to accept his inner submissive and kinky desire for humiliation by strong willed women with distinctly dominant personalities.

It had all worked well, and he indulged his desire for a couple of years until an encounter with an opportunistic “Mistress” threatened his professional life. Mistress Kyra had set him up for blackmail by her boyfriend; he had to pay to acquire the negatives of pictures of him in various compromising positions that would have definitely damaged his authority in the work and business environment.

It had taken the help of a childhood friend in the police department to neutralize that threat.. Fredrick’s friend had dug up even bigger dirt on the blackmailers and then managed to convince them to hand over the photos and leave town...

‘What a pity; it takes a misguided suspicion of infidelity to finally get her into such a state...’

He could easily have explained to Marge that he wasn’t cheating on her with Miss King, but he didn’t. He preferred rather to prolong the quarrel and savour the euphoria of her feral outburst and the threatening posture of her righteous indignation.


Please spare a moment to read Tasters by my very talented author friends as well:

Naomi Shaw:
Rose Anderson:
Pablo Michaels:
Tempeste O'Riley:
Áine P Massie:
Cree Walker:
Decadent Kane (Summer):
Dianne Hartsock:
Jake Malden:

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Heated Moment (Thursday Taster #1)

Heated Moment
 (Excerpt from my WiP – Lust Lies and Cuckold Secrets)

“You will look at me when I’m talking to you... you cheating bastard.” Marge cursed her husband with rage she never even knew she was capable of. Somewhere in the deeper recesses of her mind she was shocked by the venom in her own voice. At the moment though, there was no going back, she couldn’t care less about his feelings. In her reckoning, he was a lying cheating bastard who dared to betray her trust after 10 years of marriage.

“What? For Christ sake get a hold of yourself woman!” Fredrick’s deep voice boomed with a hint of warning. His was the sort of voice that wouldn’t dare argue with. Apparently his wife was too mad to care.
“Oh yeah; and if I do not get a hold of myself, what are you going to do about it Mr. High and mighty sleep around? “

She cursed him louder even as he looked into her angry face and then turned around without saying any more. He slipped his hands into his pant pockets and then began to walk away from her. She clearly wasn’t ready to back down from the confrontation just yet; she followed him with her voice still angry and loud.

“Run away... you fucking prick, I’ll be right here waiting... One way or another, you’re going to tell me everything about that whore you’ve been screwing. I want a full confession and an immediate end to the whole sordid mess or else there’ll be hell to pay, you hear me?”

Frederick would have stayed to listen to more of what his angry wife had to say but at that moment he thought it wiser to just leave. His reason for walking away would definitely have shocked her into silence had she known it.

Frederick was the CEO of a medium sized company and he wasn’t used to being spoken to in that tone of voice by anyone, not publicly anyway.

To say his wife’s current state of mind was out of character would be over stating the obvious. What’s not obvious was the response her anger provoked deep inside of him. There was something distinctly wild and forbidding, even disciplinarian in her tone. Her harsh words bypassed the normal channels of his body and reached straight into the pleasure center of his brain. His thumping heart pumped blood to his cock until which quickly swelled to near full erection. 

Monday, February 17, 2014

Valentine Reflection

Valentine Reflection

Don Abdul (c)2014

If the sky be blue

Let your heart be true

If your heart longs to love

Seek it, find it and cherish it with bold resolve

If your heart sings to your head

Let your feet by that music be led

As you dance as though without a care

Stand tall, be happy, let it not be spoiled by fear

Love is wonderful, so pure, so divine

Celebrate it with your valentine

If music is the food of love, and so it truly is

Then by all means play on... please