Pleasure

Book Review 2

The Pleasures Of Sin

This is a collection of short stories that we hope includes something for everyone. There are tales for heterosexuals, lesbians and gays. From India during the Raj, to the war torn steppes of Russia; from the convents of Spain, to realms of legend and fantasy. There are Orks, Dark Elves, ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves and tentacled aliens. Set against backgrounds of BDSM, masturbation, voyeurism, dogging, group sex and even romance.  There are also lots of pictures throughout the book.

Both of our books were withdrawn from Amazon because of complaints that they are too explicit. If you want to find out for yourself, The Pleasures Of Sin is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

We hope you will enjoy our stories.

Book Review 1

An Absence Of Light

This is our first adult book and is the story of a budding lesbian relationship, set against the background of the BDSM scene in England. It is written as a guide to the techniques and toys that are used in BDSM play, with useful information being interwoven throughout the plot, an extensive glossary, a guide to creating your own scenarios so that you can make your play more exciting and a useful list of resources.

Both of our adult books have been withdrawn from Amazon due to complaints that they are too explicit. If you want to find out why, An Absence Of Light is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

We hope that you enjoy our stories.

Bondage As An Art form

Most of us think we're being really adventurous if we use a silk scarf to tie our partner's hands together. However, bondage is much more than that, at its best, it is a work of art. Why use handcuffs, when you can make tying someone's hands together so much more fun?

Although erotic bondage has been practised all over the world for hundreds of years, probably the best know style is Shibari, which developed in Japan. Originally in Japan, this was called Kinbaku.

In Shibari, the rope is used to create geometric shapes that compliment the human body's curves and skin texture. Each knot and length of rope is used to emphasise the sensuality and vulnerability of the person being bound.

There is also a healing aspect in traditional Shibari, as knots are placed over energy centres and work in the same way as Shiatsu, a form of massage similar to acupuncture. This stimulates the body's natural healing process and helps to increase the flow of energy.

Because of the intricate nature of the patterns and knots used in Shibari, it requires the full cooperation of the submissive. It is extremely difficult to bind some against their will using this style. Because of this, the submissive often finds that the process of being bound acts as a kind of meditation, where they can reach a kind of trance-like state.

Although Shibari is used in BDSM play the nawashi (the person doing the binding) places the emphasis on being artistic, so that the finished product is appealing to the eye. It is also possible to use this style simply to enhance both partner's experiences while they make love, rather than as a form of punishment.

Some examples of Shibari are the Ushiro Takatekote, which is the basic sequence of Shibari tying and Matanawa. In Ushiro Takatekote, the arms are bound behind the back, when it is used on a woman, the sequence also includes binding her breasts.

 

Matanawa is a technique which involves the tying the rope around a woman's waist & passing it between her labia to apply painful or pleasurable pressure to her genitals. The rope may be tied with the woman naked, or over clothes. There are also variations of Matanawa that can be used on men.

Www.TOKYO-HOT.COM is a Japanese porn site that has several films involving Shibari if you want to check it out.

The use of stress positions has become notorious thanks to the Americans using them to interrogate suspected terrorists in Guantanamo Bay. A stress position is used to place the submissive in such as way that most of their weight is supported by only a few muscles. This creates an immense amount of pressure, leading to discomfort, pain, then muscle failure.

Stress positions are used to great effect in An Absence Of Light, which costs £2.51p & is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

 

The Taming Of Shane

Shane was a real man's man, if you know what we mean. He looked like something out of a really low budget western, yet thought he was the best thing on the street. His usual outfit was a black Stetson, with a lumber jack shirt that he wore open at the neck to show off a bootlace tie, usually with a cow skull clasp, a pair of drainpipe Levis, with a wide leather belt and cowboy boots.

The fact that he was Australian and not from the US of A, might have made some people think his choice of dress was somewhat out of place. But Shane didn't care what other people thought, he knew what he liked and what he wanted. Other people were only a concern to him if they interfered in his life.

He drove an old Chevy ute, because he thought it complemented his image as a real man. His knuckles were scarred from countless fights, most of which he'd started and most of which he'd lost. Not that he ever mentioned that when he was recounting them to anyone who couldn't get away from him fast enough.

He spoke with a slow, monotonous drawl, that he had affected after watching too many John Wayne films and even tried to copy Big John's swagger. Unfortunately for Shane, he made himself look as if he was constantly trying to adjust his jeans when he walked, rather than looking even slightly cool.

His idea of sexual equality, was that women should do as he told them, which basically meant looking after him on a 24/7 basis. While he was free to do whatever he wanted. Anything that resembled housework, was a woman's job. While things like drinking beer and watching soccer, were man's work.

The fact that his friends were almost identical clones of Shane, is a sad reflection of the human race. Not that he had many friends, in fact, in normal terms, he didn't have any. There was no one that he could turn to when he needed any help. Nobody invited him to their parties. Nobody remembered his birthday, or 'phoned him to see how he was.

What he did have, was drinking buddies. And as far as Shane was concerned, they were the finest kind. His buddies all worked at the same abattoir, on the same shift and they all used to go to the same pub when their shift ended. Shane was proud of being a slaughter man, it was a man's job that gave him a sense of superiority.

There was nothing like hanging a pig up on a hook without stunning it, so that he could hear it squeal as its life's blood gushed out from the slit he'd just carved in its throat. That's what being a real man was all about!

But things were about to change for Shane in a way that he couldn't even have imagined in his worst nightmares. It was a Saturday night and he was all dressed up and out on the prowl. He cruised the streets for a while before deciding to try his luck in the Gold Strike. It wasn't a place he usually went to, as the beer was expensive and the women that frequented it all had illusions of being better than him.

But he fancied something different, so parked his ute in the car park at the rear of the building and walked into the public bar. He stood in the doorway for a moment, making his grand entrance that he was sure would make everyone look at him, while he surveyed the other customers. Wow! Tonight was his lucky night. There were a couple of blondes over at the bar that were going to be thanking their fairy godmothers he'd spotted them before the evening was out.

He did his imitation John Wayne swagger over to them. “Hi darlings, can I buy you a beer?” This was where most women told him to get lost but these two actually accepted his offer. What's more, once they had their drinks, they even suggested that the three of them go over to a booth, so that they could have a bit more privacy. Shane was hard before he even left the bar!

Both of the women were stunning and neither of them wore wedding rings. Not that Shane cared about that but it did make life less complicated. Blonde number one introduced herself as Barbara. Shane wasn't really paying much attention to anything else she said, he was mesmerised by the ample cleavage that her low cut blouse revealed.

He managed to tear his eyes away from Barbara's boobs long enough to learn that the other lucky lady was called Jane, then simply didn't know where to look next. Jane was easily a 36D and her top did little to hide the smooth skin of her breasts. He'd died and gone to heaven.

Being the gentleman that he was, Shane bought another round of drinks, then excused himself to go to the toilet. He didn't really like wearing condoms, as far as he was concerned, it was up to the woman to make sure she didn't get caught. But he was prepared to make an exception for these two, they were that gorgeous.

He returned to the booth, both ladies smiling at him as he took his seat, making sure that he sat as close to Barbara as possible. Man! She had a fine pair of tits. Shane took a swig of his beer, it tasted a little different but he guessed it was just because it had got a little warm. The three of them carried on talking, Shane drinking his beer, until Jane suggested that they go back to her place for a party.

Shane jumped at the offer but was feeling a little light headed as he walked out to Jane's car, actually stumbling as he crossed the car park. But he sat in the back with Barbara and put his arm around her shoulders. The scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as he rested his head on her shoulder.

The next thing Shane was aware of was a searing pain throughout his body. In fact, pain just didn't do it justice. He was in agony. Every part of his body hurt as consciousness returned to him. He managed to open his eyes and take stock of himself.

He was hanging from chains against a rough wall. His shoulders were killing him from supporting his weight. Shit! He was naked. What was going on? His nipples hurt like hell and he found out the reason when he let his head sag once more. There was a shiny ring in each of his nipples, a chain running across his chest between them.

His cock was hurting too and he found out the reason for that, when Barbara gave it a playful tug. He hadn't been aware of the two women until then, but he certainly was when Barbara pulled on the new ring he had in the end of his penis. He jumped upright, pulling at his chains in a pitiable attempt to break free from them.

He was about to swear at the women, when Barbara cut him off. “So, what do you think of our handiwork lover? Still think you're such a macho guy now do you?” Jane took over, flicking the ring in his left nipple, sending fire through his chest. “You've woken up just in time sweetheart. We're going to make you our plaything for ever. You're going to be a good little toy for us too, aren't you?”

Jane didn't bother waiting for Shane to answer her. She walked over to a cabinet by the far wall, but Shane couldn't see what she was doing, as Barbara was blocking his view. Shane smelt something burning, then Jane returned to stand in front of him.

She was holding a small electronic brand, the sort that farmers still used on their sheep. She held it up so that he could see it clearly. The brand formed an interlinked B and J. “I'm sure the three of us will be really happy together.” Barbara told Shane. Then he passed out as the brand bit into the soft flesh of his beer belly.

 If you like this story, you will find more in The Pleasures Of Sin which is available at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

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