I have been writing for Xcite Books, the UK’s leading erotic book publisher, for the last five years and my fiction falls into two categories. First, there’s my ‘Mistress’ Femdom series of paperbacks and e-books – six of them so far – in which powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them. Secondly there are my short stories, which have been included in various collections of BDSM, gay,lesbian, and general themed erotica. Twelve of these tantalising tales have now been anthologised by Xcite Books into a paperback and e-book collection, entitled ‘Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine’.
I enjoy subverting stereotypes in my erotic fiction, as well as exploring the psychology of submission, the joys and perils of the BDSM lifestyle, and the redemptive power of love. This last is worth mentioning in the case of my ‘Mistress’ novels in particular. This is because, for books so full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories.
The same is true of the dozen short stories collected together in the ‘Sweet Torments’ collection. Take the horny honeymooners in ‘Dreamscape,’ for example, or the lusty lesbians in ‘The Choice’ and ‘Anita and Angie Get Wet’. These are couples that are crazy about each other, something that’s also true of the ostensibly jaded husband and wife in ‘Showtime’.
There are lashings of lip-smacking sex in the collection, and a kinky surprise around every corner. In ‘Last Slave Standing’ a male sub becomes as much a slave to an insidious clock as he is to his sadistic mistress. While in ‘Disciplining Dee’ one dominatrix’s lesson in obedience for a wilful female sub turns into an epic battle of wills that can only have one winner.
For a young woman in the first part of the two-part story, ‘That Eureka Moment’, an experiment in self-bondage turns into something infinitely more exciting. In the second part of that story another young woman discovers her inner dominatrix as she gets her own back on her treacherous lover, discovering that revenge for her is both sweet and sour. This is one of a number of stories in the collection definitely not for the fainthearted.
But you don’t have to get into BDSM to be as kinky as hell. Take the exhibitionistic wife in ‘One-Way Swap’ who puts on a show with a couple of hunky studs that her voyeuristic husband will never forget.
There is also the sizzling gay confession contained in ‘It’s a Sin’ where guilt provides the most powerful of aphrodisiacs. As for ‘Into the Dark Woods’, what can I say? If you go down to the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise.
Also in for a big surprise are the leather-loving domina and her androgynous partner in ‘Transformation’, and the over-sexed student whose attempted seduction of an older woman goes thrillingly awry in ‘The Best Laid Plans’.
‘Sweet Torments’ is an anthology of incredibly raunchy tales guaranteed to set your pulse pounding as it lures you into a realm of outrageous eroticism and kink. I cannot help but be proud of the collection. When it comes to my short stories, it truly is ‘The Best of Alex Jordaine’.
– EXCERPT –
From ‘Disciplining Dee’
Outside the sky was heavy with black clouds and it was raining hard. The wind was blowing branches around and gulls shrieked, almost inaudible in the storm. Isabella, a sculptured beauty with lustrous shoulder length black hair and a shapely figure, ushered her windswept friend John – or Master John as he was known on the Brighton fetish scene – into her big, high ceilinged living room. The room was luxuriously appointed: all dark leather and mahogany furniture, pristine antiques, rare china, and fine oil paintings. Isabella fixed her guest a drink and gestured with an elegant hand for him to come and sit with her on the couch.
‘Thanks for seeing me,’ John said, a worried frown creasing his handsome features. ‘I didn’t know who to turn to for advice about the problem I’ve got with my new slave Dee but you seemed the best person.’
‘No thanks are necessary,’ the dominatrix replied. She waited for John to elaborate, gazing at him with dark shining eyes. Those eyes had a strikingly Asiatic cast and, just as strikingly, were as black as coal. Isabella had luminescent white skin, by contrast, high cheekbones and a wide, sensuous mouth.
‘You haven’t met Dee yet, have you,’ John said.
‘No I haven’t,’ Isabella agreed.
‘She’s lovely, stunning,’ John enthused. ‘I’m absolutely nuts about her.’
‘So far so good,’ Isabella said. ‘Where’s the problem?’
John took a sip from his drink and glanced out of the window. It really was wild out there. The weather had been like this for the last week – and it was supposed to be the beginning of summer in sunny Brighton. So far the weather had been atrocious, a south-westerly twisting off the English Channel day after stormy day. The seaside city was definitely not at its best. Nor was John. He looked back at Isabella, cleared his throat and said, ‘In a nutshell, I’m finding Dee increasingly difficult to control.’
‘Feisty at times is she?’ Isabella asked.
‘Yes, and obstinate, argumentative, truculent, opinionated, disobedient ….’
‘I get the picture,’ Isabella interjected with a smile. ‘But don’t you perhaps think that by behaving like that she’s just trying to goad you into disciplining her more strictly.’
‘It seems a distinct possibility,’ Isabella said. She liked John but to her mind he was less than convincing as a dominator. Not exactly the type. He was an amiable sort, never exactly pushy. ‘In fact, if you want my honest opinion, John,’ she went on, ‘I think you’re probably too damn nice to keep such an obviously willful character under control. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.’ Isabella valued John’s friendship and didn’t want to offend him. On the other hand there was no point in beating about the bush.
‘I’ve had a lot worse insults,’ John replied with a wry smile. ‘But I must admit being too nice, as you put it, isn’t exactly an ideal trait in a Master – particularly with a handful like Dee to try and keep in order.’
‘The way I see it, you’ve got some of the best characteristics of a great Dom,’ Isabella went on, sugaring the pill a little for her friend. ‘You’re brilliant at Japanese rope bondage and wax play too, and you can certainly administer a good whipping. But you don’t have that fundamentally cruel streak that’s needed to be a truly effective dominator.’
‘You’re right, although I hate to admit it,’ John said. ‘The trouble is I can’t make myself into something I’m not, I know that. Yet I’m genuinely worried that the whole situation could lead to Dee and me splitting up and I really don’t want that to happen – I’m madly in love with the girl. What on earth am I going to do, Isabella?’
The dominatrix frowned. ‘There must be a solution to this,’ she said, pausing to think for a few moments, ‘and …yes … I think I know what it is.’
‘What if Dee could be handed over to someone who’s not only extremely sadistic but is also someone you personally feel you can trust,’ Isabella said. ‘This would only be for a brief session so she can be given a short sharp shock, so to speak. That might well do the trick with your Dee, don’t you think.’
‘What, bring her to heal?’
‘Yes,’ Isabella replied. ‘And make her realise just how well off she is with you as her Master.’
‘I think you might well be onto something,’ John said, brightening. ‘What you’re suggesting’s got quite a ring about it.’
‘Also,’ Isabella continued, ‘there’d be an added bonus for you if you went ahead with my suggestion.’
‘You could threaten Dee with further sessions with the person concerned if she gets out of line in the future. That would be a good way of keeping her under control longer term, don’t you agree?’
‘I do, Isabella,’ John said. ‘In fact the whole idea sounds increasingly good to me the more you explain it. Did you have somebody specifically in mind to discipline Dee in this cruel and ingenious way?’
‘Yes,’ Isabella replied simply. ‘Me.’