Hiya ZAMmers! I got pretty bogged down there for a bit, and was unable to get my Sunday Brunch posts up. Thanks to William Cooper, my awesome new “lovely assistant”, (photo below), I am able to get this started again.
I’m happy to report that I have three guests today, Cynnara Tregarth, Vicktor Alexander, and the incomparable, very busy Ethan Day!
I’m so lucky to have wonderful people who will share their thoughts with me.
Readers, please share your answers in the comment section for a chance to win an ebook from these authors!
Today’s question: You’re busted in a BDSM Dungeon. What were you doing?
When it comes to BDSM clubs and me– anything is possible. But normally– it’s me, a flogger, and a lovely male or female sub. Though I’m a switch— I submit very rarely and only with a chosen few. When I’m at a club- I’m normally a Dominant and I love to play and I love watching. Flogging is fun to do and I love teasing. It’s also one of the things I love writing about in my books.
If you don’t find me there, you’ll find me haunting rooms where I can see both Dominas and Doms doing their things, bringing subs and switches to fulfillment. From pony play to people on St. Andrew’s Crosses to medical fetishes– I love watching it all and sometimes being part of it, especially when I can learn new techniques to use for myself and my male. Plus, you never know what might be incorporated into a story line, like the time I helped a Dom tie up his sub on a gurney and helped do wax play. What a great experience, especially learning how to vary the drip pattern and to avoid burning the submissive. Very erotic and also so beautiful to watch.
~Author Cynnara Tregarth
The police heard news that John Barrowman, Shemar Moore, Scott Hoying and Joe Manganiello had gone missing. After investigating their tweets and emails they discovered that they had been corresponding with author, Vicktor Alexander. Following the location their tweets and texts were coming from they tracked the celebrities to a BDSM club. They followed the sounds of groans, moans, and cries of ecstasy into a room where they found all four celebrities, plus Vicktor Alexander, engaged in what could only be described as a very complicated, very sensual game of Twister with Vicktor at the center of it all.
His tongue was “engaged” in a certain area of Scott Hoying’s body when the police first arrived so he was unable to answer any questions, and when the police tried to separate the men, they found that they were all tangled together. They were concerned when they noticed the ropes wrapped around John Barrowman and Shemar Moore’s limbs, but the happy smiles on both men’s faces led law enforcement to believe that perhaps they were not in danger. Even when Vicktor Alexander brought down the tail of his flogger on the flesh of the men’s asses they merely moaned happily,which caused the police officers to leave in a hurry.
Days later the police station received a fruit basket with a videotape inside. The video showed the entirety of the game of “Twister” between Vicktor and the four celebrities, but this was not what so intrigued the officers… well, not all of them, there were a few who grew quite excited by the images, it was what happened at the end that caused them all to stare at each other at wonder. Once all four celebrities had collapsed in a pile of sexual bliss. Vicktor Alexander turned to the camera, winked and shifted into a wolf before running off screen, his wolf howl sounding loudly through the speakers.
~Author Vicktor Alexander
Okay, so firstly…aaaand that was fiRstly, not fisty…‘cause this homo don’t play that, mmmkay. I’m a person, not a puppet, so keep your hands where I can see ‘em. : )
So, fiRstly, I was totally there by accident! I can sense that your doubting the sincerity of that last statement, but I’m not lying, I swear! Not that I have anything against the BDSM, mind you. I’ve never tried it, so I refuse to knock it. That being said, it’s always seemed a little high maintenance, you know? A lot of setting up and tearing down…unless you happen to have one of those handy dungeons where everything can remain set up. But even then, there’s still gotta be a lot of clean-up, right? I mean, all those ‘toys’ that are used to slap, smack and get stuck up people butts have to make a sizeable dent in a dude’s sanitization budget.
It’s probably not the best fit for the guy who likes to screw on-the-go is all I’m saying. Not that I think you need all of the accoutrements in order to get your BDSM on – no reason people can’t MacGyver it and make do with what’s in the cupboard at home. Surely Martha would approve, no? : )
Anywho, I’m not the boy most likely to frequent the local BDSM club since I’m probably not going to partake in the shenanigans. I get antsy and start freaking out when my shoes are too tight, so I can only imagine what being shackled in a sling would do to me. Plus I have a tendency to talk even more (hold the snark people) when I get nervous and I doubt most people go to the BDSM club to have a chat. That doesn’t mean I’d never attempt to pay a visit, mind you, assuming it’s okay just to watch, though I suspect wearing a gag to keep me silent might send the wrong message, huh?
~Author Ethan Day
And Heeeeere’s the promised pic of me and my sweet new PA, William, here we are in New Orleans. (The picture is from 2011. Can you believe it?):