Best Bondage Erotica 2015 AKA: Rachel Kramer Bussel Encourages My Sexual Masochism


Oh my goodness my loves. Playa Del Fuego(PDF) was fucking incredible. It was my first burn, and it was so amazing. I’m glad that I was able to go, and I can’t wait to go again. On the upside, I now get to tell you all about the books I read while I was at PDF instead of socializing!

If that person was wielding that crop in my living room, I'd be on my hands and knees before they even sat down.

If that person was wielding that crop in my living room, I’d be on my hands and knees before they even sat down.

I had been saving Best Bondage Erotica 2015 for a time when I could really give it the attention that it deserves. Which meant that I had it on hold for a few months while my schedule was chaotic. So it totally made sense that while I had the time at PDF to decompress from all of my travels that I’d read through a bunch of awesome books. Naturally Best Bondage Erotica 2015 was on top.

Now. Full disclosure. I am a fan of BDSM. I KNOW, SO SHOCKING RIGHT?! The Frisky Fairy does identify as a switch though, but personally and individually as Rebecca Hiles, I’m a submissive. With that information, I will share the fact that I hadn’t had a very intense scene for a while, for a variety of reasons. Unfortunately, this left me feeling petulant, cranky, and a little (a lot) horny.

Which brings me to my weekend. At PDF I spent much of my time de-stressing by basking shirtless in the sunshine. It was fucking glorious. While I spent my time de-stressing, I picked up my book and I let the sunshine glow while I read. I was really excited to read this anthology, because I love Rachel Kramer Bussel (as evidenced here, and here). Yet again, she failed to disappoint me. If you’re reading this Rachel, I need you to stop picking such hot erotica. It’s making it very hard for me to do my work reading in public.

See, the thing is that I got to the fourth story (“The Thug”) and my panties started getting noticeably wet. The fifth story (“Housewarming the Craftsman”) made me shift a bit, and do that thing where I let my panties slip between my labia and rub against my clit a little. The thirteenth story (“Auction, in Quotation Marks”) I was immensely turned on, and I considered going back to my tent, but I was helping my partner work a bit. By the sixteenth story (“Point and Click”) I could feel that fluttering in the bottom of my stomach that told me that I’d need to get somewhere soon or I might cum.

So in a fit of masochistic fervor, I forced myself to finish the book as quickly as possible before seeking someone to take care of my desperate need. It left me shaking, and it was so intense I could barely breathe. Once I was done, I literally tossed the books aside and informed my (very busy) partner that I was going off to have someone spank and flog my ass until I could breathe again. (Don’t worry, once we both got home and took some time to recharge after PDF, he gave me one of my absolute favorite scenes yet. )

I felt that in this anthology there was a bit less diversity than I’ve seen in others, but I did love seeing more diversity in the power exchange, and the fact that there was quite a bit more rough play than the last book. I really, really enjoyed the stories, and it left me sopping wet. Even writing this review I was getting more and more excited to re-read the excerpts I have for you, and now that they’re typed out I hope you’ll be as turned on by them as I am! After the link, check out excerpts from “The Thug”, “Auction, in Quotation Marks”, and “Point and Click”.

I love this book and I think you will too! Best Bondage Erotica 2015 gets the Frisky Fairy seal of approval. Get frisky and get yours here!

Until Next Time!
-The Frisky Fairy

“The Thug”- by Sommer Marsden

“I’m only doing what the big boss wants, doll face.”
Doll face. I shivered again. I imagined the big strapping body beneath that suit. The scars from a life spent wild.
“It’s not necessarily what I want to do, see?”
I nodded vigorously. My best bet was to go along with whatever he said. His tie was askew slightly and some particular part of me wished I could straighten it.
He reached out slowly as if I would — as if I could — bite him, and stroked the sticky tape over my mouth. I felt a pulsing rush of blood in my pussy, a swollen kind of want in my clit. I shut my eyes briefly and tried to ignore the feel of my nipples going tight in my bra.
I shifted my wrists but the rough rope bit deep into my skin. I flexed my fingers to keep the blood flowing. I tried to wriggle my ankles in their hemp bonds, but only managed to make my arousal worse and twist my back-seam stockings around my legs.
“I could be persuaded, though. I could maybe accidentally let you go if you were to…do me a service.”

“Auction, in Quotation Marks” – By LN Bey

“Michael is dissatisfied with his present Mistress,” the man said. What? “He feels she is only pretending at their relationship. And she feels it might be time to sell him to someone with more serious intentions.” Mike wanted to rise up to his knees and protest, explain that that wasn’t true, he was very devoted to his Mistress. But he kept licking the boot.
“Michael is loyal, devoted and obedient. Loves to give service. He has never sucked a cock, but has told his Mistress he gladly would if she ordered him to.”
Oh good god, she told them that? His face could turn no deeper red. He’d never wanted to be with a man, ever in his life. But the thought of being made to do it, for her, well…
Mistress Anna pulled up on his collar, and he rose to his knees, only to find a dildo being pushed into his mouth. There was laughter from the crowd. The dildo was huge, and he had to open his jaws wide to accommodate its sour taste of silicone.
She pulled on his collar and he stood naked in front of at least seventy-seven people, two cocks pointed at them. He could now see heads, people seated around tables, glasses tilting toward lips. Anna made game-show-prize gestures up and down his body, then turned him around.
She pulled him downward, bending him over. “Spread ’em,” she said, and he obeyed. He always obeyed.
She pushed his head to the floor and he stood bent over, legs fully spread, ass to the audience.
“Yes, it’s virgin, ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer said as Anna rubbed his smooth cheeks, stroked up and down between them. She patted the back of this balls. “Well, virgin to men. Toys, not so much. Shall we start at ten thousand dollars?”

“Point and Click” – by L. C. Spoering

Her handle is innocuous–sbh1199–and, of course, I don’t know her name. They tell me sometimes, but she never has. One night, she told me to call her Mistress and I, in a daze I can never replicate with anyone else, did so without hesitation.
“I want you to take your shirt off.” Her words snap me back to reality, and I nod, almost too eager, my head loose on my neck and tipping back and forth madly like a bobble head stuck to a dashboard of a car traveling a rough road. I realize I look silly, and feel a blush inch up my neck to my cheeks. My fingers almost fumble on the buttons of my blouse.
“Have you come tonight?” Her tone is conversational, but I still pause, for just a second. No one else asks me about the others: it’s not a rule, but it’s unspoken, this notion that I’m a stranger who services people this way. She doesn’t sound annoyed, or like she’s baiting, and, after a moment, I nod, pulling my eyes up to her face there on the screen, biting at the top of my tongue.
“How many times?” she presses, and she shakes the bracelets decorating her arm down to her wrist, then props her hands on her knee. She is gorgeous, and composed like a photograph.
“Just once,” I say, more relieved than I probably should be.
She pauses for a moment, and then turns her bracelets with the knob of her knee, covered in the fine, thin fabric of her tights, black and mottled through the grain of the camera’s eye.
“How long have you been on tonight?” she asks, and I have a momentary flash to a table in a cafe, two cups of coffee between us. I know, without a doubt, should she ask me out on a date, I wouldn’t hesitate but, as it is, I’ve never checked where she is. Safety dictates these things, and a form of legality, but I know I would blurt my home address if she so much as asked.
“Just an hour and a half,” I say, letting my gaze stray to the clock in the corner of the screen, just for a second. But, in that second, she is standing, and all I can see is the sweep of her skirt and her narrow waistline. I catch my breath.
“Sit tight, little one.”

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