Dungeon Crawl: Slut University, Engaged & Enslaved teaser and a giveaway!

The concept of Slut University came to me after a conversation with a close friend about sexuality in modern times.  Sex and symbols of it are everywhere; advertising, movies, tv shows, you name it.  Of course, that's not really news to anyone who hasn't been living under a rock, and this shouldn't be either.  Despite sex and sexuality being in our faces near constantly, women who embrace their sexuality are still essentially ostracized by society as a whole.  That old double standard still stands - a man who has a one night stand or sex on the first date is a stud, a woman who does the same is a slut.  I wanted to create a place where sexuality is not only embraced, it is taught.  Where having a high libido is encouraged and proudly displaying your body is the norm.  I feel that I have done precisely that.  The girls at Slut University are taught that craving sex is a normal, natural thing, that your sexual skill is something to be proud of.  Instead of the derogatory term we are all used to it being, "slut" becomes almost a term of endearment, a title fully embraced and proudly displayed.

This weeks teaser comes from chapter two of the first book, Engaged & Enslaved, which is currently available as a free download through Amazon, March 26th and 27th only!  Click on the title to get your copy!  It's near the end of Allie's first full day of classes at the University, which can only mean one thing - it's time for her private lesson!

It was two hours until dinner, and next on Allie's schedule was private instruction. Heading to the third floor, where most of the private rooms were, Allie found the one she was supposed to report to and knocked gently on the door. A very attractive man opened it, and she stepped inside. The room was slightly larger than the bedroom she shared with Brenda. On one side was a desk and chair, on the other an odd, padded table with adjustable legs. The man wasted no time, immediately ordering Allie to bend over the table. She sat her things down and obeyed.

“Jake indicated on the intake survey that he is the only man you have ever been with. That is going to change. As a slut, you will take as many cocks as he wants, starting with mine. You will also not be allowed to climax until I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking.

He pulled his large cock from his pants and slowly pushed it in to her, feeling the butt plug through her thin wall as he did. Leaning down, he said,

“I'm going to fuck you like what you are, Allie, and I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. When I ask you what you are, you will answer me by saying you are a dirty slut.”

Righting himself, he began to pump in and out of her tight hole, holding on to her hips for leverage. Allie's mind was racing – she had a strangers cock in her pussy, and it felt so good, but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't Jake's. As he began to fuck her harder the pleasure she felt built and it became hard to think. Suddenly, he said,

“What are you?”

“I...I'm a dirty slut, Sir.” She replied, panting.

“Does my cock feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock feels good, Sir.”

“Be more explicit, slut.” He ordered, fucking her harder still.

“Your cock feels good in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Your tight little cunt feels good on my cock too, slut.”

He pounded in to her without mercy, asking her several more times what she was and each time she replied as she had been told. Her pussy ached for an orgasm, and yet she knew better than to touch herself. After nearly twenty minutes, he said,

“I'm going to cum, slut. I'm going to cum deep in this tight hole of yours. Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cum in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Here it comes!”

He fucked her hard, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as he shot his hot load in to her. She felt it begin to fill her and without thinking she said,

“May I please cum, Sir?”

“Yes!” He grunted, and her orgasm swept over her, her muscles clamping down on his cock and milking more of his cum from it as she climaxed hard.

A few moments passed before he pulled out of her to clean himself up. She could feel his cum begin to dribble out of her cunt and down her thighs, just as Jake's had done the day before. Allie moved to stand, but he pushed her back down with a hand firm on her back.

“You're not done yet, young lady.” He said firmly. “Your personalized curriculum says you will be starting with four cocks a day, three in your cunt and one in your slut hole. The others will be here in just a moment.”

Allie's heart began to pound as the reality of her situation hit her. Jake really was having her turned in to a slut. Though much of what she had been through already was embarrassing, she had become aroused by it. She felt sexy in the tiny uniform, high heels and heavy makeup. Being fucked by a man she had just met had been incredibly hot, and even sucking a fake cock in a room full of other girls hadn't been so bad. Now, as the strangers cum leaked down her legs, she waited. Shortly, they were joined by three other men she had never seen before.

“Guys, this is Allie.” She heard the instructor say. “You know what to do.”

The first man stepped up behind her, cock at the ready, and pushed deep in to her waiting pussy. He was about as big as the first, and she moaned. He pulled her tiny shirt up to reveal her tits and, holding on to them for leverage, began to fuck her hard. In mere seconds she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“That's it, slut.” The man growled. “Fuck back on my cock! Tell me what you need!”

“I need your cock, Sir!” She panted, half delirious. “I need my cunt fucked, Sir!”

“I know you do, you filthy slut! And I know you want me to cum inside of you, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Say it, bitch!” He commanded, increasing his speed.

“I want you to cum deep inside my cunt, Sir! Please cum in my cunt!”

“Good girl!” He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. Soon, he was shooting his load as deep inside her as the first had and she was pleading for an orgasm of her own. However, her requests were declined and so she desperately fought it back, thankful when the man pulled out.

“Damn, she's got a tight hole.” He said to the others as he cleaned himself.

“I bet her ass is even tighter, even though she's had that plug in all day.” Said the third, moving up behind her.

He pulled the plug slowly from her tiny hole, set it aside and lubed his cock in her pussy.

“You ever had a cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her anxiety was clear in her voice.

“How many times?”

“Not many, Sir.”

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, slut. This is what you will do whenever someone indicates they want to fuck your slut hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She obeyed and with one swift thrust his huge cock was buried in her tight rear passage. Though she yelped as her ass was filled, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected from previous experience due to the plug having stretched her open just a little. Just as the men before him had with her cunt, he began to fuck her ass hard. Once more, Allie moaned in pleasure as her body was used.

“You like that big cock up your ass, slut?” He said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to her.

“Yes, Sir!” She gasped.

“Say it!”

“I like your huge cock up my ass!” She groaned.

“Again!” His thrusts grew slightly faster.

“I like your huge cock up my ass!”

Over and over he made her say this as he used her tight hole, fucking her harder and faster as he felt his climax approaching.

“Do you want my cum in your ass, slut?” He asked, shoving his cock in to the hilt and holding it there.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I want your cum in my ass!” Allie panted, the training already starting to kick in.

He began thrusting once more as she shamelessly begged for his cum in her ass, her slut hole. It wasn't long before he gave her exactly what she wanted, spraying his thick load deep in her ass. She could feel the hot liquid, feel it stinging slightly from the salt, and once more began to beg for an orgasm.

“Yes, slut, you may cum on my cock in your ass!” He grunted, hot cum still spurting from his cock.

Allie's hand shot to her clit and she began to rub furiously. The man in her ass took advantage of her highly aroused state and began to pump in to her once again. Allie didn't know what hit her. It was by far the most powerful orgasm she had ever had up til then, ripping through her body and causing a mix of her own fluids and the cum from the first two men to gush from her cunt. She screamed her pleasure as the man fucking her found himself cumming again, shooting a second load in to her slut hole. Spent, he collapsed on top of her, resting a few moments before finding the strength to stand and pull out.

“She's definitely going to make a good anal slut!” He declared, pushing the plug back in to her slightly gaping hole.

Without a word, the third and final man stepped behind her and slowly pushed his cock in to her still twitching cunt. His cock was by far the largest of the three, and Allie felt a bit like she was being ripped in two. His thrusts were long and hard, almost pulling out on each one before thrusting back in as hard as he dared. While the others had been relatively quick, it was soon obvious to Allie that this man had every intention of drawing this out. She was writhing under him, trying to fuck back as she had before, but his large hands kept her hips pinned to the table. Every so often, he would reach around and run his fingers over her incredibly sensitive clit, causing her to convulse under him. With his slow and steady thrusts, the third man fucked Allie for half an hour before finally unloading in to her, allowing her to cum on his cock as he did.

Their job done, the men left, leaving Allie alone once more with her private instructor. Her mind was foggy, her legs weak and her pussy and ass a bit sore. Her upper thighs were covered with cum already and still more was dripping from her well used hole.

“You have done very well today, Allie. You get bonus marks for having cum-induced orgasms. Now you had better hurry along, you don't want to be late for dinner.”

Allie stood and pulled down her shirt. Turning to her teacher, she said,

“May I clean up first, Sir?”

“No, you may not.” He replied with a little laugh. “You will be allowed a shower before bed, but until then you will have the cum leaking from your cunt. As a slut, you need to get used to that. You may not always have time to clean up. Now, off you go.”

Allie knew her face had to be several shades of red as she thanked him and stepped in to the hall way. She reeked of sex and she knew it, her thighs completely coated with cum, her clothing wrinkled and her makeup smeared. Legs shaking from the combination of nerves and hard sexual use, she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other until she reached the cafeteria. With each step, the plug in her ass wiggled and more cum dripped down her legs, adding to her torment.   

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Teaser from The Society Series Book Four, Vanished!

A little two part teaser for you guys this week.  Enjoy!

Sean stared blankly at Devon, confused. He had assumed that Devon would be visiting them from time to time, as he was Annie's older brother, but he hadn't counted on seeing him again so soon after leaving The Manor. Yet, here he was, dripping wet and grinning like a mad man, obviously pleased to have surprised Sean.

Devon didn't much care for Sean. It had been bad enough when he had discovered that not only was his baby sister a member of The Society, but the well known Lady Fiona to boot. Finding out that her partner was the former slave already making a name for himself by completing the retraining program in record time was more than he could get his head around. Devon had always been good at reading people and relationships, so it hadn't taken him long to figure out that Sean and Annie were more than partners, and the thought of Sean doing the things to her that a Dominant would to their submissive made his skin crawl. He didn't trust this guy one bit.

“Exactly what d'ya mean by that?” Sean asked in response to Devon's cheery statement.

“Just that. I'm home.” Devon replied, closing his umbrella and pushing past the Irishman.

“Last I checked, this was Annie's home. And mine. Not yers.” Sean reluctantly shut the door, turning to glare at Devon. As far as Sean was concerned, he was an intruder til Annie said otherwise.

“Aww, didn't she tell you? Annie invited me to live here, when I'm not traveling.” Devon spoke without considering the fact that his words could get his sister in trouble. She wasn't expecting him for another couple of weeks.

“Nae, she di'na tell me that.” Sean crossed his arms and leaned against the door. What a day this was turning out to be. “And I'd appreciate ya not speakin' ta me in such a manner.”

“What manner is that?” Devon feigned ignorance, turning from Sean as he spoke and heading down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“Ya know damn well what manner!” Sean hurried after him. He might have been the elder brother of his Annie, but he wasn't too keen on the idea of him poking around in their home unsupervised.

“I assure you, I haven't the foggiest.” Devon had found the coffee and filters and was making a fresh pot to warm up with. “And really, is that any way to talk to a guest?”

He kept his voice even and aloof, knowing full well the effect it was having. He moved about the kitchen like he owned the place, smiling to himself when he realized that Annie still arranged everything the way it had been in their parent's kitchen growing up.

“As far as I'm concerned, lad, yer nae guest here. Annie would've told me if ya were comin'. From what I can tell, ya showed up just ta provoke me.”

“Now why on earth would I do something like that?” Devon turned and gave Sean an innocent look. He'd had quite enough.

“Maybe because ya enjoy it, ya pompous ass! I dinna care if yer Annie's kin, ya will'na speak ta me that way!”

Devon's eyes went dark.

“I'll speak to you however I please. Program or no, you're still a slave so far as I'm concerned.”

Sean's blood was boiling. He'd always prided himself on his ability to keep his temper under control, but Devon was pushing all the right buttons.

“Funny, I've never see ya talk to a slave this way either.”

“And I've never seen one so full of himself.”

“Alright, that's it!” Sean yelled, his temper finally boiling over. “Ya have an issue with me, ya make that quite obvious, but I'll nae have ya comin' in here, into the home I share with Annie, actin' like ya own tha place and talkin' to me this way!”

Upstairs, I came out of the bathroom and heard the yelling coming from the kitchen. I dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to see what on earth was going on, wondering why Sean would be arguing with a delivery person, in the kitchen of all places. Of course, I had totally missed the part in the front hall. I was halfway down the steps when I heard Devon's voice.

“I'll talk to you any way I want, you ill mannered buffoon!” He shouted. Typical Devon.

'Oh shit.' I thought, taking the last few steps as fast as I could and making my way quietly down the hall. 'He's not supposed to be here yet. Shit, shit, shit!'

I reached the doorway just as Sean was moving towards Devon, his fists clenched.

“What di'ya jest call me?” He growled. He was simply looking for an excuse to deck Devon.

“Oh, you heard me just fine.” Devon replied with a smirk.

How many times had he used these same tactics to provoke me as a child? Too many to count.

“Or were you trained at the program not to listen?” He added, knowing exactly the effect his words would have on Sean. Of course, neither of them had seen me yet, and thus Devon had no idea that he had riled more than one temper.

“Devon Alexander Wallace!” My voice was raised and tense, just an octave or two below yelling. “What the fuck?!”

***

 I was sprawled out on the bed when he came back out. He was wearing just a pair of black pajama pants, one lock of his golden red hair falling into his face, giving him an almost boyish look. He grinned at me.

“Might I ask what yer starin' at, darlin'?” He asked, purposely thickening his accent. I felt myself start to get wet.

“You.” I replied, knowing full well that he would correct me.

“You, what?”

“You, Master.” A tingle coursed through my body.

“Good girl.”

Another tingle, and my wetness increased.

“If I di'na know better, I'd say ye were tryin' ta get me to correct ya, little girl. After all, ya do know what yer supposed ta call me.”

I giggled.

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

He moved towards me slowly, his sparkling green eyes going dark with desire.

“Would I be wrong in thinkin' that ya just like me makin' ya say it?”

I shook my head.

“I could'na hear ya, lass.”

“No, Sir, you wouldn't be.”

A slow, wicked smile crossed his face. He was only a couple of feet from me now.

“Stand up.” He said, pointing to the ground just in front of him. I obeyed without hesitation.

“That's ma girl. Now, turn around.”

I did, and he came up behind me, slipping one arm around my waist to pull me close. I shivered. With his free hand he cupped my right breast, squeezing it hard.

“Who da these belong tew, girl?” He growled in my ear.

“You, Master.” My voice was shaking and my knees felt like they were slowly turning to gelatin.

Not moving the hand on my breast, he slid the other down and as he reached my bikini line I instinctively moved my legs apart. Taking care not to part my lips, he cupped his hand between my legs and said,

“And who does this belong tew?”

“You, Master.” Speaking wasn't getting any easier.

“And who da yew belong tew, little girl?”

“You, Master.”

That did it. My legs simply couldn't support me any more, and I let out a little whimper as they tried to go out from under me. Sean held me steady against him and I was both sad and relieved that his hands were no longer on my more sensitive areas.

“I think perhaps ya need remindin', though it's good ta know I can still make ya go weak.”

With that, he moved forward until my hips were pressed against the edge of the bed. With a gentle pressure on my back, he pushed me down until my torso was resting on the covers. From under the bed he pulled a wedge shaped pillow that I had ordered especially for times like this and wiggled it under my hips. In one swift motion he pulled off my pajama pants and I was raised and totally exposed to him.

“Now that's how I like ta see my girl, ready and waitin' for me.” He ran one finger down my slit to emphasize his point.

He stepped back and removed his pants and the next thing I felt was the head of his cock retracing the path his finger had just taken.

“Reach back and spread yerself for me.”

When I had done as he asked, he guided his cock to my already dripping hole and slowly, almost painfully so, slid in to me. I groaned under him. Sean began to move slowly, teasing me, knowing I wanted more but not yet ready to give it to me. When my whimpers became more insistent, he went as deep as he could and said,

“I know ya want it, little girl, but not yet. Yer mine, and I'll take ya in any way I see fit.”

A few more strokes and then,

“Who da yew belong tew, Annie?”

I some how managed the correct response, and I was rewarded with several hard thrusts that left me panting and aching for more.

“I want ta hear ya say it.”

“I belong to you, Master.”

“Good girl. Again!”

“I belong to you, Master!”

Over and over he ordered me to say it and I responded happily, each time being rewarded with a hard, deep thrust until I could no longer manage a coherent response. With a final order not to cum, Sean let himself go and pounded in to my aching body, working off the days frustrations in the process. It was all I could do to not orgasm as my Master used me, especially as I felt his seed filling my pussy.

“Pl...pl...please, Master!” I whimpered, barely able to form the words.

“Please what, little girl?” His tone said he knew exactly what I wanted.

“Pl...please, I ne...need t...to cum, Master!”

“I know ya dew. But I'm not ready ta let ya just yet. Ye'll have ta earn it this time”­

Even through the haze of pleasure and need, I knew I wasn't going to be allowed my release any time soon. My task of playing mediator between my Master and my brother was only going to be more difficult until I managed to earn my orgasm. Sean wasn't trying to be cruel, only doing it to reinforce my position in his life, yet I couldn't help but whimper pitifully under him. He withdrew himself from me, helped me to stand and holding me upright with one arm pulled the covers down and helped me in to bed. Climbing in himself, Sean cradled me from behind, whispering,

“Din'na worry, pet, I know ye'll earn it soon enough.”  

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Teaser from Engaged & Enslaved (Slut University, Book One)

The rest of the week was more or less the same, the only real change being how many men she had to take during her private lessons and which holes they used the most. Friday it was five again, six including her instructor, and they used her cunt hard, leaving her with twelve loads dripping down her legs and the knowledge that she was not allowed to shower before Jake came to get her for the weekend. He was prepared, however, and had a towel on the passenger seat. Her bag had already been taken out to him, and so when her last lesson was done she went straight outside, eager to see him again. He was leaning against the car, waiting, and she practically flew down the stairs and in to his arms. He held her tight for a long while before saying,

“Let me get a good look at you.”

She took a step back and turned slowly, letting him take it all in. Jake loved the uniform on her, loved how it showed off every curve of her body. Doing something he had always wanted to, Jake said,

“Turn around and bend over, Allie.”

She was shocked, but did as she was told. Her skirt rode up and he could see the plug filling her tight little ass and her cunt lips, still puffy from use. Cum was still leaking out, and he smiled.

“You may stand up and get in the car.” He said, opening the door for her. Just because she was turning in to a total slut was no reason for him not to be a gentleman to her, at least some of the time. They got in and he headed for home.

“So, how many cocks did you take today?” He asked casually.

“Six, Sir.” The words sounded strange to her again, considering who she was speaking to.

“And how many loads of cum?” The questions didn't seem to phase Jake one bit. In fact, she could see his cock beginning to rise under his jeans.

“Twelve, Sir.”

“In which hole?”

“My cunt, Sir.”

“Very good. Have you taken cock anywhere else this week?”

“Yes, Sir. I've taken it in my slut hole and in my face fuckhole, Sir.” The answers were coming more naturally now.

“And have you taken cum in both?”

“No, Sir, I didn't take any in my face fuckhole. Only my ass and my cunt, and on my tits.”

Jake had never heard Allie – or any woman, for that matter – refer to her body parts in this manner, and it was all he could do not to pull over and take her on the side of the road.

“Did you enjoy taking it up the ass?”

“Yes, Sir, I enjoyed taking cock up my ass, and it felt good when they shot their cum inside it.”

“Very good! You've worn your plug all week?”

“Yes, Sir. I'm even starting to like it, Sir.”

“Wonderful. Now, Allie, from now on you will address me as Master unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

She was slightly shocked, but nodded and said,

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good girl. While we are at home, you are to remain completely naked except for your heels, unless I give you something to wear. You are to apply your make-up each morning just as you do at school. When we go out, I will choose your clothing, and when we return you will go immediately to the bed room, strip and put away your clothing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She had never heard Jake talk like this, or sound so authoritative, so in control, and she found that she liked it immensely. Calling him Master only felt strange to her because it felt so right, so natural, as did obeying him immediately when they got home. Allie went straight to the bedroom and stripped from her uniform, placing the top and skirt in the hamper. She was standing by the bed in nothing but her heels when he came in with her bag.

“Good girl.” He said, setting her bag by the door and walking to her. He ran his hands over her body and a little moan escaped.

“Aww, is my little nympho getting hot again?” He teased, knowing full well that she always responded to his touch.

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master, what?” He asked, fondling her ample breasts.

“Yes, Master, your little nympho is getting hot again.” She replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Then go into the living room and kneel on the towel on the couch, facing the back of it.” He'd always wanted to fuck her this way.

Legs shaking, Allie did as she was told. When she was in position, he told her to spread her cheeks and removed the plug. After being stuffed almost constantly all week and having had her ass fucked hard so many times, the plug came out easily. Jake walked around in front of her and pointed his hard cock at her mouth.

“Suck my cock, slut. Get it good and hard and wet.”

To her surprise, Allie was already salivating at the thought of having his cock – her Master's cock – in her mouth, and happily set to sucking it. He rested a hand on the back of her head as she bobbed and licked and sucked, taking it as deep as she could. Jake had never felt her suck his cock this way, never heard her moan so loudly around it, and found that he couldn't take it as long as he would have liked. He was going to have to get used to his fiancée being such a slut. He pulled his cock from her warm, wet mouth and she whimpered a little. He chuckled.

“Don't worry, you'll get to suck it more later.”

He positioned himself behind her and commanded her to spread herself once again. Wetting the tip of his cock from her still-dripping pussy, he poised it at her other hole and said,

“Do you know which hole I'm getting ready to use, slut?”

“Yes, Master. You're going to use my slut hole.” She answered, her voice thick with desire.

“Very good.”

With that, he began to push and was surprised at how easily his cock slipped in. She really was getting used to having her ass stuffed and used, and he was thrilled. He began to move, and instead of the whimpers he had been used to before, he heard her moaning. Quickening his pace, he said,

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yes, Master.” She panted.

“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear my little slut talk dirty.”

“I love how your thick, hard cock feels in my slut hole, Master.” She began. “I've needed your cock so badly all week! Mmmm, yes, Master, your slut loves taking it up the ass! It feels so good, Master!”

“And I love what a dirty slut my future wife is turning in to! Look at you, bent over the couch, having your ass fucked and loving it. You like having your ass stuffed, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Master, I love having my ass stuffed!”

“Good, because you're getting a bigger plug in it when I'm done with it!”

Gripping her hips hard as the men at the university had done, Jake pounded in to her ass like he had always wanted, hard and fast, and she moaned loudly under him. He held off his orgasm for as long as he could, wanting to savor the experience before finally succumbing to the pleasure.

“I'm about to cum in your ass.” He said, his voice a low growl.

“Yes! Yes, please, cum in my ass, Master! Please cum in my slut hole! I need it, Master, please!” She begged, her mind once more foggy, barely able to focus on anything.

“Oh, god!” he groaned. She'd never begged before, for anything, let alone for him to cum in her ass, and it sent Jake over the edge, cock pulsing as he filled her completely with his load. He had just enough presence of mind as he climaxed to say,

“Cum for me, slut!”

Allie's hand quickly found her clit and before she knew it she was cumming hard, spasming as he continued to pump in and out of her tender hole. The feeling of his hot cum, her Master's hot cum, was different than any of the men who had deposited their load in her at school and she orgasmed again and again. When finally the waves turned to ripples, they both collapsed on to the couch. Jake held Allie close, stroking her hair, until they had both caught their breath. Then it was back up the way she had been, cheeks spread as he applied lube to the plug she had been sent home with. It was slightly larger than the one she had been wearing when he picked her up, just enough so that she would feel the difference. A little initial resistance, and then the plug slid in smoothly. Allie groaned, feeling it stretch and fill her. She was coming to really enjoy having her ass plugged.

“There, all full.” Jake said, patting the end of the plug. “Now, let's go clean up. I'm thinking dinner and a movie tonight.”

The Myth of The Multi-Orgasmic Female

Porn stars. Women in romance and erotic novels. Writers for Cosmopolitan Magazine. What do they have in common? The myth that they are the only ones capable of multiple orgasm, with the common assumption that the first and last are largely faking it/lying about it and that it's extremely rare - if not impossible - for the average woman to achieve this. This also comes with a reasonable disbelief in the possibility of fainting or nearly fainting from orgasm, orgasm on command, orgasm without direct genital stimulation and the "rarest" of all, female ejaculation, which I'll cover at another time. The key word in all of this is myth, for that's exactly what it is. To a certain degree, I am speaking from personal experience and the experiences of women I know intimately. To a much larger degree, I am basing this on any number of studies and surveys conducted on the matter.

From HealthCentral.com article Multiple Orgasms

"All women are [physiologically] capable of having multiple orgasms," says Barbara Bartlik, MD, clinical assistant professor of psychiatry at Weill Medical College of Cornell University in New York, NY. So why aren't more women keeping their neighbors awake at night with their moans of pleasure?

"Women, and their partners, don't usually try to have multiple orgasms," says Bartlik. And why aren't women trying? Bartlik chalks it up to no time and no desire. "These days, people are very busy and they just don't have time for sex. When they do have time for sex, they don't have the energy to work for more than one orgasm," she says. They may also feel greedy about looking for a second or third orgasm. It feels like asking for a second or third slice of birthday cake.

"Many women [are] comfortable and satisfied with one orgasm, and they don't want to try for more," says Bartlik, who adds, "Instead of thinking about multiple orgasms as an embarrassment of riches, why not think of them as making up for lost time?"

I especially like that bit about seeing multiples as making up for lost time.

What is a Multiple Orgasm? Multiple orgasms are a series of sequential orgasmic experiences that occur in quick succession. And when it comes to multiples, women have the biological upper hand over men. This is because unlike men, women don't experience a refractory period (the period of time after men ejaculate when they can't be aroused). So women can and do respond immediately after orgasm to more (or hopefully continuous) clitoral, vaginal, and G-spot (that small, raised bump of urethral tissue just inside your vagina along its front wall) stimulation.

We certainly do live in hectic times, with everything scheduled to the last second, always rushing from one thing to another. Is it any wonder that sex takes such a low priority for so many? With our energy going towards so many things, when we do have (or make) the time for sex, we don't always have the time or energy to make the most of it, to really enjoy it. This saddens me, as there are so many little everyday things that could be improved by simply having a better sex life. Multiple studies have indicated a number of health benefits associated with precisely that.


Benefits (From the WebMD.com article 10 Surprising Health Benefits of Sex )

1. Boosts immune system

2. Boosts your libido

3. Improves bladder control in women

4. Lowers blood pressue

5. Counts as exercise

6. Lowers risk of heart attack

7. Lessens pain

8. May lower risk of prostate cancer in men

9. Improves sleep

10. Lowers stress

All of these things have been linked to having a healthy sex life. If one orgasm is good for you, why not take the time and effort to go for more? Too difficult? Impossible? Pure fiction? Read on.

From the kinseyconfidential.org article How Do Women Experience Multiple Orgasms?

Although some women rarely or never experience orgasm, most women are capable of experiencing orgasm – even multiple orgasm. That’s because women don’t have a refractory period like men do, which is the time between one ejaculation and their ability to have another ejaculation.

We don’t fully understand why some women experience multiple orgasms and others do not. In part, it may have to do with expectations about sex and orgasm. After all, even one orgasm is difficult for some women to experience, so some women may be happy with one orgasm and may not even try to have a second orgasm after their first.

Other times, women who orgasm during sex with a partner may find that their partner doesn’t continue with sexual stimulation – such as intercourse or oral sex – and so they may not have multiple orgasms because their partner stops stimulating them.

Partners may stop stimulation because they are tired or because, in the case of vaginal intercourse, they ejaculate more quickly than they might like to. It can therefore be easier, for some women, to have multiple orgasms during self-masturbation.

OK, ladies, truth time. How many of us blame ourselves for our lack of satisfaction in the bedroom, or simply don't speak up because we don't want our partner to feel bad? Mmhmm. Communication is key, people. So, either talk to your partner about your lack of full satisfaction and desire for multiples or start taking some "me time" to explore your own body and find what it takes. You may be thinking 'What's the point? I've always had trouble with orgasms, so why try?" As much as we may like to think we know what we're doing because its our body, that may not always be true. Check out this article for more information.

Still not convinced that "real" women can find multi-orgasmic bliss? Check out these findings from one of Alfred Kinsey's studies.

Sources of first orgasm for females:

40% masturbation

27% coitus

24% premarital petting (not found in chart)

5% nocturnal dreams

3% homosexual

1% other sources (p. 545, Female)


10% of all females in the sample had never reached orgasm in their marital coitus, (footnote, Table 113, p. 408, Female). 39-47% of females reported reaching orgasm in nearly all of their marital coitus, (Table 112, p. 408, Female). About 50% of females had experienced orgasm by age 20; about 90% by age 35. (p. 513, Female)
Multiple Orgasm:


Females: 14% of females in the sample reported regularly responding with multiple orgasms, (p. 375, Female).
Or this: Orgasm in America

Sexually speaking, we women are mental creatures (is it any wonder that written erotica is a female dominanted market?), and in a lot of ways I believe that can make it harder for some to reach multiple orgasm. Even more so when you factor in how society teaches us to see sex and our own sexuality, but that's a post for another time! Getting out of your head can be a key factor in having a truly satisfying orgasm or three. For some, this may mean simply focusing on the task at hand to the exclusion of everything else, for others it could mean playing out a fantasy in their mind. Unfortunately for many, it may take getting past certain hang-ups. I've talked to a number of women who complain about orgasm problems, blaming their partner entirely, when they've never once even tried taking matters in to their own hands. I mean that literally, by the way. General statistics indicate that 70–80 percent of women require direct clitoral stimulation (consistent manual, oral or other concentrated friction against the external parts of the clitoris) to achieve orgasm. Penetration alone may just not do it for you, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Don't be afraid to give it a little rub while he's inside you - chances are, you'll be glad you did! Worried about how he'll react? Honestly, any man who has an issue with you doing what it takes to reach that moment of bliss likely doesn't deserve to be a part of it at all. Is the angle not quite right? Try doggy style - it's much easier to reach that way, and if he's feeling slightly inadequate because of your efforts, at least this way he doesn't have to see it. Look back up at him, bite your lip and moan (genuinely, I'd hope!) and he'll likely forget all about your handy work. If he's all for finding ways to help you enjoy sex more, you can even try using a vibrator - you just may not want to start with anything cock shaped. Some guys take a while to get used to the idea of that.


A little more advice on the subject from Barbara Bartlik, MD:

• Learn your body. You have to crawl before you walk; you have to have one orgasm before you can have multiple orgasms. Get to know your body's hot spots and not-spots. This is the essential foundation to sexual response. 
• Practice. It takes practice (both by yourself and with your partner) to achieve multiple orgasms. It's sort of like learning to have your first orgasm. You have to immerse yourself in fantasy, or do whatever it takes to get you aroused, and you have to use lots of lubrication so that you can keep trying for more orgasms by stimulating all of your genital area, while focusing your attention to your clitoris, vagina, and G-spot. 
• Slow down, and use lots of foreplay, especially foreplay that focuses on clitoral stimulation. 
• Get some rest beforehand. Often, experiencing multiples is limited by your lack of sleep. After one orgasm, many women feel relaxed. So relaxed, that they may want to drift off to sleep. But if you are well rested, you can resist that sleep temptation, and work for another orgasm, and another, and another. 
• After the first orgasm, the orgasms "come" easier. It might take 10 to 15 minutes to reach your first orgasm, but your second can occur in as little as five minutes, and your third in only two minutes. Keep going as long as you're having fun. 

When all is said and done, it becomes clear that yes, it is possible for you to have multiple orgasms. It may take a little time and effort, and possibly one of these, however, when it happens, it will be well worth it, trust me.

More than a teaser - the prologue from The Society Series, book 4, Vanished!

Just as I might never have published at all had it not been for the man who's memory this book is dedicated to, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere as a published author without awesome readers like you!  I was just sitting here, thinking about that, and thought, 'Ya know what?  I ought to post something longer from one of the books.'  As I'm working my way through the as-yet-untitled fifth book in the series, this seemed appropriate.  I'd love to hear what you have to say!

In contrast to the drive to The Manor, the two hour drive home seemed to fly by, and before I knew it we were pulling up in front of the house. I had been gone so long that it was almost like I was seeing it for the first time. The fact that Sean was indeed seeing it for the first time only furthered this feeling.

“So this is home.” Sean said, gazing up at the house as I walked around the Jeep to stand next to him.

“Yes, it is.” I replied with a little smile.

“American Queen Anne. It suits ye, little girl.”

I turned and gave him a surprised look.

“How did you know that?” I asked.

“I guess I've never had reason to tell ya. I've a degree in architecture.”

“Well, in that case you're really going to love this place! Would you like the grand tour?”

The slaves Francis was lending me had already arrived and Derek was busy seeing that everything was brought inside and put where it needed to go. He nodded in greeting and we headed up the stone path to the covered porch that spanned the front of the house and wrapped around the left side. I pulled open the heavy front door, admiring the refinished stained glass panel, and we stepped in to the large foyer. The twelve foot, dark wood paneled ceiling had been refinished, as had the matching panels on the walls and the cream marble floor polished to a high shine. All of the dark wood in the room might have been too much if it hadn't been for the cream color on the walls in between.

The large staircase was a brilliant mahogany, the deep red carpet running up the middle and covering the small landing unchanged. We stepped through the sliding panel doors to the left – something I'd had replaced – and in to a parlor that could have been right out of a history book. My eyes went wide and Sean let out a low whistle.

“Ye must've had an incredible designer, lass. This has been beautifully restored.”

“What I had was a crew of workers that could follow detailed instructions. I did the design plans myself.”

“I'm impressed.”

Though my household colors were black, burgundy and gold, the room was decorated mostly in green and gold to match the window seat cushion and the oriental style carpet set in the floor. The drapes were the same green and gold brocade as the cushion, and the Queen Anne couch and chair set I had found had been reupholstered in a deep green with gold accents. The fireplace had needed no work.

Across the foyer on the other side was the formal dining room, which had been left as I had found it, with dark wood wainscoting and a striped gold wallpaper above it. A small gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room and again there was a fireplace on the far wall. A long mahogany dining table sat in the middle of the room and the matching chairs had cushions covered with black and gold brocade.

Going through a doorway off to the left of the staircase at the back of the room, we entered a small hallway with a half-bathroom off to one side. It lead to the kitchen in the back of the house, which was large and airy with windows on each wall framed in antique lace curtains. The walls had been painted a sage green and the floor was hardwood now instead of tile.

The cabinets were a natural oak, counter tops a black granite. There was a round, rustic wood table with matching chairs, an electric oven with a gas range, a very large refrigerator and a dishwasher. All of these had wood facades that matched the cabinets to make them blend in. Off of the kitchen was a small butler's pantry that opened in to the dining room on the other side with charming little white cabinets on either side of the room and a pull out tray for resting dishes before serving them.

Going back in to the foyer, we went up the stairs to the second floor. It opened in to a good sized, long hall way with the same carpet running from one end to the other. On the far end to the right, taking up one side of the house from front to back was the master bedroom and off of that through French doors a lovely little porch with brick railing topped with wrought iron. There was a fireplace on one wall and polished dark wood flooring. The walls had been redone in the same wallpaper as the dining room above the new chair rail, and below that was a gold and burgundy print. A door had been cut in the wall to give access to a smaller room next door that had been remodeled in to a large master bath where as the door to the original bath had been plastered over and a door cut in to it from the hall way. Across from the fireplace was a king size oak canopy bed draped with gold and burgundy curtains. The room also had matching dressers and a black velvet covered love seat next to a floor to ceiling book shelf. A flat panel TV had been hung over the fireplace so that we could watch from either the bed or the couch.

“So, this is our room, isn't it lass.” He said as he looked around.

“Yes, it is. What do you think of it?”

“It's perfect.” He replied with a smile.

The master bath had golden and cream colored marble floor tiles and a matching counter around the his and hers sinks. The large, deep claw foot tub was set in to a corner, a loop of copper around the top for the shower curtain to hang from. There were little tile shelves along the wall behind the tub for candles, a a larger one with a towel rack for a washcloth. There was a warmer built in to the wall with a bath towel rack above it, and dressing room lights around a small vanity not far from the tub. A half wall covered in tile hid the toilet from view.

From there, I took him down the hall to the library. It was a cozy room with thick, deep blue carpet, dark wood paneling on the walls and ceiling, little brass sconces every couple of feet on the walls and a fireplace. This room also had French doors that opened on to it's own section of patio. A bit further there was a smaller room that had once been used as a nursery, with it's hard wood floors and pale blue walls. Next to it was a similar room with lavender walls. One had a fireplace and one didn't, and the Realtor explained that they had originally been one room that was the family's sitting room in the house, just as the master bedroom had been the mens billiards room in the house and the master bath had been the secretary's study. The small rooms I had left as they were for storage, or for when I had children of my own.

I explained how the previous owners had remodeled the second floor for the family instead of using the original family quarters on the third floor as we walked. That was where we went next and where the main staircase ended. The original master bedroom was right above the one on the second floor, running from the front of the house to about two three quarters back, where the original master bath was. It was very much like the newer one, with a huge claw foot tub and his and hers pedestal sinks with tables on one side of each and a towel rack on the other. There was also a lighted vanity as in the other one. Almost right next to the second master bedroom was the door to a bedroom that was only slightly smaller and also had its own fireplace. It was decorated in greens, blues and golds. I made the mental note that this would be Devon's room, since no furniture had been ordered for it yet.

Further down the hall were three other bedrooms, smaller than the second one. One of them had been turned in to a training room, one in to a room for Cunt, or whatever slave happened to be my favorite and the other in to a small guest room, all of them cream with dark wood accents. From there we took the servants stairs up to the attic, which was just one large room that spanned the entire house, with the ceiling slanted on either side. The whole thing had new insulation and drywall, as well as a refinished wood floor. There were several dormer windows that allowed plenty of light, with curtains to help keep it warmer or cooler as needed. At one end of the room two small bathrooms had been built, each with sink, toilet and shower stall. Slightly larger than normal twin sized beds took up the majority of the room, with enough space left for a nightstand by each and a path down the middle. Each bed had a chest at the foot of it for the slave's clothing and other personal items, if they were allowed to have such.

“Twelve beds? Ya intend ta have a large household, don't ya lass.” Sean said with a slight laugh.

“Well, yes, but also wanted to be able to provide someplace for the slaves of guests if they are not sleeping in the same room.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Ye have a beautiful house here, Annie, and I'm proud ta share it with ya.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I felt myself blush a little at the compliment.

“Now, if ya don't mind, I'm starvin'!”

I laughed and led the way back to the kitchen for our first meal in our new home.

***

The first week or so back at home I was busier than I had thought I would be. On the second day back I had taken Cunt to see Frederick and he had suggested that she be sent to the nearby slave maternity home as she was close to delivery. Without her at home, I found myself preparing most of the meals and enjoying doing so. I ordered a bed, dresser, night stands, lamps, book shelves, a desk with matching chair and a small couch for Devon, rush delivery, within three days of being home.

For the most part my days consisted of working on notes for up coming presentations and arranging to go to local slave auctions for household staff. In the evenings, Sean and I swam in the small pool in the yard and enjoyed the end of summer weather. Francis and his wife were frequent visitors, and the use of some of their household slaves was much appreciated. One evening, after being home about a week, Sean and I were watching the sun set from the front porch when a thought hit me out of the blue.

“It needs a name.” I said, catching him off guard.

“What does?” He replied, confused.

“The house. Most society houses have one.”

“I'd never really given it much thought, but yer right lass. We'll call it Julie.”

“What?! No, not that kind of name.” I said with a laugh.

“No, I know, 'tis just the first thing that came ta mind.”

I thought for a moment, tossing several ideas before I said,

“Stormhold.”

“Stormhold? I like it, it's regal just like the house. How'd ya come up with that?”

“It's from a fantasy movie that came out a few years back. We'll have to watch it some time.”

“Indeed. I can'na remember the last time I watched a movie.”

“Well, we will have to do that soon. I should have it on the shelf in the bedroom.”

The next morning had dawned stormy, providing the perfect excuse for us to take a day for ourselves. We curled up in bed and spent the day watching movies, starting with the one that had given me the name for the house. We were on our third movie, some time after lunch, when the door bell rang. As Derek was at his own house, though he had an office in mine, and we did not have any borrowed slaves at the time, Sean offered to answer it.

“Ya look too comfortable there, lass. I'll get it.”

I listened to the soft pat-pat of his feet on the floor as he moved through the hall and down the stairs to the hall way, finding the sound comforting. When he reached the door he opened it without thinking, as there had been so many deliveries as of late. However, this time it was not a delivery. Standing there on the porch, soaking wet and holding an umbrella, was Devon. Sean unknowingly glared at him as he stood there dripping. Devon looked at him expectantly, and after a moment realized that Sean didn't know he was supposed to be there. A wicked little smile split his face and in a cheery tone he said simply,

“Honey, I'm home.”