Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Where is The Farm?

A few people have asked me where exactly The Farm (as it appears in several of my stories) is located. First off, it’s a fictional place so the answer is essentially nowhere or in my imagination. However...most of my stories are set is and around the Capital District of New York (Albany, New York’s state capital for those unfamiliar with the region). While I don’t have an exact location of The Farm, I do have a general idea of where it is. Below are a couple of photos that play into that mythology.
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The Farm doesn’t have any crops growing, but a lot of the neighboring farms do.
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Just another typical landscape on the way to The Farm.
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This may (or may not) be the actual entrance to The Farm. Note the stone pillars and lack of markings. It’s a private place.

Friday, June 19, 2015

The big conclusion

Part Five of A Lady's Slave by Grace Vilmont is now available on Smashwords, Amazon, and BN.com. But don't look for it on the Apple iBooks website because it's too dirty (dirty dirty dirty) for Apple. I like that badge myself and Grace isn't ashamed of it either. Too dirty for Apple. I'll have to have some t-shirts printed up with that slogan.

Enjoy it tonight!



After realizing she will never have the freedom she was promised, Lady Jane does what any good consensual slave would in her situation: she maneuvers those around her to do her bidding. She is happy enough in her slavery, but wants to do so willingly and the only one who will treat her the way she deserves—and desires—is Marquissa Gabrielle. It proves easy to win Gabrielle over to her side…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part five of five.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
It was hours later when Gabrielle returned with Edward in tow. Both were disheveled and not entirely from riding. “See?” Gabrielle cried when they entered the garden where Jane remained bound. “I knew she would be waiting for us.” She laughed at her own joke and Edward chuckled along with her.

Gabrielle walked up to the slave and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’m exhausted from Edward,” she whispered in Jane’s ear. She stepped back. “Would you like to use her?” she asked Edward. “The pink has faded from her skin, but her body is ready for you.”

“Do you really want to watch me use your slave?” he asked his paramour.

A kiss was bestowed from Gabrielle to Edward. “I’d love it. I’d love to watch it.” She rang the bell on the table summoning a servant. She ordered drinks. “Is there a problem? Do you need me to get you ready for her?” She carefully removed her leather riding gloves and sat down as the serving maid appeared with her liquid refreshment. The maid set down the tray and quickly disappeared. Jane knew the servant was just on the other side of the hedges, waiting to be called…and perhaps spying on them. Maybe even enjoying the show that was about to begin.

Edward tossed his gloves down on the table, picked up a glass, drained half its contents, and started opening up his poorly buttoned trousers. “I think a little help from you will be needed,” he said.

The marquissa took a sip from her glass, wetting her lips, before going to the baron. Jane watched. It was a scene that had played out before her many times previously, but it still interested Jane. She wondered what that meant about her...

Friday, June 12, 2015

Almost there...

A Lady’s Slave Part Four  by the ever-effervescent Grace Vilmont is up for sale on Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Let's do Gracie a big favor and buy as many copies of part four of her ebook erotica novel as we can. Thanks so very much.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/541741



After Marquissa Gabrielle reveals the true nature of her sinful desires to Lady Jane by inflicting her with terrible—and delightful—pain, Jane finds herself drawn into the intrigue of House Blancbatton. Gabrielle reveals the depth of her affection for Baron Rumberford—no great shock since the marquis is a follower of Sebastian—and how she intends to live her life while married to a man with little interest in her. Then Jane finds herself as the target of a terrible betrayal…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part four of five.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
“You can’t be done already,” the blond woman told her before Jane could catch her breath and report on what she had seen.

Jane caught herself about to curtsey, the same motion servants back in her family’s house would make right before they apologized for something completely out of their control, but needed to be reported anyway. The duke didn’t want the slaves to curtsey or bow. They were property, he always stated, not people and did not need to participate in the etiquettes of nobility. “No, my lady. I’m not done yet. I haven’t started. The room is occupied.”

“Occupied?” The marquissa’s face darkened. “By whom?”

“The marquis, my lady…and Lord Raymond,” she added.

“I see. They are occupying themselves?”

“They are as intimate as lovers as possible.”

The marquissa sighed. “I suppose I shouldn’t begrudge my husband his pleasures. Find Baron Rumberford, tell him we’ll need to use his room instead of mine. It took some doing and rushing about, but Jane made the arrangements and escorted Marquissa Gabrielle up to the baron’s room. It wasn’t as nice as the marquissa’s nor did it have the commanding view of the manor’s gardens, but at the moment the marquissa wasn’t so concerned with such niceties.

The baron’s manservant was just inside the door and actually announced them as they entered, as if the marquissa was entering a grand ballroom for a formal dance. “The Marquissa Gabrielle Dundeain…and property.” With a formal bow to the marquissa and the baron, the manservant exited backward out the door, closing it behind him.

A little frisson of excitement traveled up from the base of Jane’s spine. She liked being referred to as property. Her eyes went to the baron who was waiting at the window. He was tall, handsome and perfect. The sunlight made his blue eyes sparkle like sapphires and caught the highlights of his light brown hair turning it golden. There was just a hint of a dimple in his lantern jaw. Jane felt herself getting wet at just the sight of him; she wondered what the marquissa was feeling.

“Gabby,” he said turning away from the window. “We’ve had some trouble already this afternoon.”

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Support your local erotica writer

Grace Vilmont's A Lady's Slave Part Three is now up for sale on Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Get it while it's hot. Supplies are limited. Order now. Fat free, glucose free. As always, a low carbohydrate snack. No GMOs are present in this product. No animals were harmed in the writing of this novel. Support your local erotica writer. Thank you.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/541476

High society aristocrats know how to celebrate a wedding, especially at the debauched House of Blancbatton. After an unexpected encounter with Cousin Raymond, Jane helps the bride avail herself to the guests and then proves her abilities to the duke’s niece, the Marquissa of Rabelais, swiftly becoming her favorite slave during playtime at the manor house. Luckily for Jane it’s always playtime at Blancbatton…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part three of five.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
“Not here,” he warned her. “You are just a servant girl working off your debt,” he reminded her in a soft murmur.

“Sorry,” she apologized with a half-curtsey. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Well not you,” he said with a half-sneer as he took a sip of champagne that had been uncorked for the celebration. “There’s too much trim here for my taste.”

“Don’t be crude,” she said automatically.

“My apologies,” he replied acidly. “But the bride’s husband…” Raymond let his eyes pass over the good-looking groom who was drinking and watching his wife

“I’m not sure if I can arrange that.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’ll tire of her games soon enough. I’m always amused at these little events. Some of these women are so prim until they are allowed a dose of freedom and suddenly they have looser morals than the county whore.”

“Raymond!”

He looked down his nose at her protest. “That’s a little rich for you—a slave girl who can be used by anyone here—to be pretend to be shocked.”

“I…” but Jane had no words. Raymond’s were true.

“Have you been enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

Friday, May 29, 2015

A Lady's Slave Part Two...

...is available on Smashwords.com (and Amazon and Barnes & Noble). Get it now for only $0.99. And you can still get Part One for free at Smashwords with coupon code DX96C. Grace Vilmont wants you to buy her erotica. Don’t make her sad.
Upon being brought to the House of Blancbatton, Lady Jane becomes Jane the slave girl and immediately services the duke by becoming his whipping girl. Jane happily falls into the rhythm of her new life serving the duke’s guests and learning a love of punishment. She easily understands her role in the house and quickly garners the attention of the duke’s niece…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part two of five.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
Being bound up to the St. Andrew’s cross wasn’t unpleasant, but Jane found that she didn’t enjoy it as much as she had hoped. It wasn’t very exciting hanging naked from a heavy wooden cross. The ropes went around her wrists, elbows waist, knees, and ankles, holding her tightly to the thick wooden beams that formed the X of the cross. A short chain attached to her collar and a bolt in the side of the cross. That’s the part she hated the most; she couldn’t rest her head on anything. She was constantly forced to keep it upright.

The cross was in the middle of the manor house’s reception hall. It was the busiest part of the house, except for, perhaps, the kitchen downstairs. Everyone saw her: servants, other slaves, guests. Everyone. Jane took an odd sort of pleasure in being exposed to everyone, but none of the servants or slaves seemed to notice her and none commented on her strange situation. A few of the guests examined her for a moment or two, and one man with a severe haircut, nodded once and said, “Perfect,” but then hurried on to wherever he had to be.

She hadn’t been told why she was bound to the cross. A servant had simply knocked on the door to her cell that morning and announced she had been summoned. Instead of being taken to one of the bedrooms, Jane was brought to the main hall where two burly servants were waiting with the cross. They lifted her up to swiftly and efficiently bound her to the wooden apparatus. No explanation was given and she knew not to ask for one. She was a slave and this was expected of her. As soon as she was secure, they walked away without a word.

When the beating started Jane wasn’t really aware of it. One of the many servants in black and white livery that bustled in and out of the hall all day simply walked up to her and started striking her with a short leather lash. He didn’t say anything even when she cried out and asked him why. His face was impassive while he worked giving her little red stings up and down her arms and legs, and then her belly. He paused a moment, judging his work. Her pale skin immediately took on a bright pink glow from the abuse. Jane was panting heavily, was in pain, from the treatment. She caught the eye of her abuser and started to beg for him to stop, but he covered her mouth with his hand covered by a leather glove.

“Quiet,” he told her. “This will be the worse part.”

Friday, May 22, 2015

Grace Vilmont's A Lady's Slave Part One

Grace Vilmont’s A Lady’s Slave Part One is up for sale at Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Those who are hip know to get it at Smashwords FOR FREE with coupon code DX96C.
Enjoy.
At the turn of the century Lady Jane Templeton is bored with her aristocratic life and is looking for adventures with her perverted cousin Raymond. He suggests visiting the manor house of Duke Blancbatton where indentured servants are made to serve as pleasure slaves for the aristocratic elite. Jane takes this suggestion, but not as a visiting aristo. With Raymond’s help she disguises herself as a slave and happily subjects herself to every humiliation the house guests send her way…
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of five.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Are you healing well?”
“As well as can be expected,” she reported. “I feel a twinge every now and then, but otherwise it’s fine.” She lowered her voice. “Every step I take gives me a little thrill I didn’t know was possible.”
Raymond’s eyes sparkled at that admission. “This might be the perfect adventure for you,” he said. “But before we enter the next phase, I’d like you to see what I have in the garage.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “I’m not interested in seeing your newest auto. Honestly, boys and their toys.”
A dimple appeared on his cheek as he resisted grinning too widely. “Oh, it’s a new toy, to be sure, but it’s not a new auto.”
Knowing he was planning something wicked, Jane accompanied Raymond on the short walk to the garage. She was partly distracted by the little stimulation between her legs, every other step was a little thrill of excitement, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the present that Raymond had waiting for her.
The main lift wasn’t holding a car’s chassis; it was suspending a young man. He stood up straight with just the balls of his feet on the wooden floor. His arms were chained together and raised above his head. Naturally, because he was placed there by Raymond, he was naked. And beautiful. Raymond would never have a plaything that wasn’t beautiful.
“This is Theodore,” Raymond announced, walking over to his toy and stroking his fingers down the boy’s face. “He’s the scion of an up and coming family that is making a fortune in foreign trade. They don’t have titles yet but he offers other more physical necessities.” Raymond’s hand traveled down to the young man’s body.
“I’m curious,” Jane interrupted their warm moment. “How is it a strapping young man such as yourself finds himself naked and bound in my family’s garage.”
Raymond laughed. “Tell him, Teddy.”
The boy blushed and said softly, “Raymond asked me to.”
Raymond laughed again. “He’ll do almost anything I ask.”
“Is that true, Theodore?” Jane asked.
“Call him Teddy,” Raymond purred.
Jane shifted her glance to him and rephrased her question. “Fine, Raymie. Is it true that you will do anything Raymie asks?”
The boy looked at his feet. “I suppose.”
“Are you two lovers?” Jane liked asking the bold question as the naked man hung from the chains.
Theodore blushed bright red and said, “I suppose we are. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“I…I suppose.”

Friday, May 15, 2015

Apple Rears Its Ugly Head

Once again Apple has declined to carry one of Green Bush Publishing’s fine pieces of erotica, A Lady’s Slave Part Five. The good news: you can still preorder (and buy) it on Smashwords.com and Amazon. Apple is probably the most conservative of the ebook sellers, so this really means next to nothing. The reason given is “Prohibited Explicit or Objectionable Content" but Apple will never tell precisely what is objectionable or explicit and only redirects the publisher to their semi-vague publishing guidelines (but rest assured, if the same content was from a big-time author like Stephen King or E.L. James, it wouldn’t be objectionable). I leave it up to Grace Vilmont’s readers to determine what exactly was objectionable and let me know because Grace and I will be damned if we’re going to waste time trying to find out what got Apple’s knickers in a twist.
When I was in high school, I always looked for those lists of books that were  banned or deemed objectionable by busybody groups trying to annoy school or local public libraries. I read most of those books. I never found them objectionable--hell, I learned a lot. Heh. I invite readers of Green Bush Publishing’s ebooks to do exactly the same.
After realizing she will never have the freedom she was promised, Lady Jane does what any good consensual slave would in her situation: she maneuvers those around her to do her bidding. She is happy enough in her slavery, but wants to do so willingly and the only one who will treat her the way she deserves—and desires—is Marquissa Gabrielle. It proves easy to win Gabrielle over to her side…
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part five of five.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
It was hours later when Gabrielle returned with Edward in tow. Both were disheveled and not entirely from riding. “See?” Gabrielle cried when they entered the garden where Jane remained bound. “I knew she would be waiting for us.” She laughed at her own joke and Edward chuckled along with her.
Gabrielle walked up to the slave and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’m exhausted from Edward,” she whispered in Jane’s ear. She stepped back. “Would you like to use her?” she asked Edward. “The pink has faded from her skin, but her body is ready for you.”
“Do you really want to watch me use your slave?” he asked his paramour.
A kiss was bestowed from Gabrielle to Edward. “I’d love it. I’d love to watch it.” She rang the bell on the table summoning a servant. She ordered drinks. “Is there a problem? Do you need me to get you ready for her?” She carefully removed her leather riding gloves and sat down as the serving maid appeared with her liquid refreshment. The maid set down the tray and quickly disappeared. Jane knew the servant was just on the other side of the hedges, waiting to be called…and perhaps spying on them. Maybe even enjoying the show that was about to begin.
Edward tossed his gloves down on the table, picked up a glass, drained half its contents, and started opening up his poorly buttoned trousers. “I think a little help from you will be needed,” he said.
The marquissa took a sip from her glass, wetting her lips, before going to the baron. Jane watched. It was a scene that had played out before her many times previously, but it still interested Jane. She wondered what that meant about her...