BDSM Weekend (Manor of Decadence 2)
By Jennifer Denys
Blurb:
A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was
what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about
telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements
at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’
site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock
awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend.
As they
progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the
ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy
and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a
lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging.
Just as the
dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them
at the end of the weekend.
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Series info
‘Kink After Dinner’ is the first book in
the ‘Manor of Decadence’ series – a short story written as a taster story with
references to Lindsey Park Manor, the setting for ‘BDSM Weekend’.
:Author bio:
Jennifer
is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi,
paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several
different publishers.
An
Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and
is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down
zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional
photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many
of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find
out what!
Excerpt:
“My
dear, you don’t strike me as particularly submissive.”
James
held back a smile—well, a smirk, actually—at the comment Master George just
gave Caroline. The Master of Lindsey Park Manor was spot on.
After
leaving Mark, they had gone to the reception desk to make their workshop
bookings and then went for a walk outside to allow Caroline time to calm down.
By the time they reached the fountain she was able to laugh at the statue of
the sea monster in a clinch with a buxom woman. They then made their way to the
Master’s Study on the ground floor for their private tutorial. It was a good
opportunity to ask burning questions with just him, Caroline and the Master.
Glancing
out of the corner of his eye, James saw his wife flushing deep red at this
criticism.
“Don’t
get me wrong, Caroline. There is nothing wrong with you if you are not
submissive. However, have you considered a role as a Dominant? Or even someone
who can switch from one who follows, to one who leads, and back again?”
Caroline
looked at James in confusion. It matched his own feelings. Neither of them had
considered Caroline in any other role—at least not in bedroom activities.
James
sat forward. “I’m not sure I understand, Sir. Are you suggesting Caroline
carries out BDSM—wields a whip or whatever else—with someone else?”
Master
George responded. “Not unless she wishes to. Since Caroline has shown a
distinct lack of submissive behaviour since you entered the room, I was
wondering how you felt about her taking the role of the Dominant over you?”
Leaping
to his feet, James cried, “You have to be kidding!”
Waving
a hesitant James back in his seat, Master George continued, “I didn’t mean to
offend you. I wanted to see how important it was to you to be the one in
control—and judging by your reaction, it clearly is. As Caroline’s only
reaction was to gasp in shock, rather than exclaim in delight at my suggestion,
I gather this had never entered her head.”
Settling
down again, James ran a nervous hand through his hair. “It didn’t enter mine,
either,” he muttered, to himself as much as to the others in the room.
Although
no shrinking violet, Caroline had naturally assumed the submissive role in
their bedroom activities. Out of it, she was just as likely to tell him what to
do. Now he was thinking hard about whether he could let Caroline top him.
Jesus! Can I lay there and let her
spank me? Or more?
Caroline
entered the conversation, staring at James as she spoke to Master George. She
always knew exactly what he was thinking. “It has never occurred to us before.
And, despite being fairly strong-willed, it isn’t something I want to do.”
Phew!
“And
that could be because your current roles are most suited to your
personalities,” continued the Master. “So my next question is, how experienced
are you in the ménage? Do you frequently enjoy sexual dalliance or use
implements with others?”
Caroline
went even redder if that was possible. “We—we’ve never done anything with
anyone else—always been happy just to practice with each other. The point of
coming here was to learn more. Maybe see others also trying it out, and not
feel we are freaks in any way, if that makes sense.”
Master
George nodded his head knowingly. “I can understand that entirely. It is the
reason we organise these weekends. The intention of the tutorials is to analyse
where you are in your discoveries into alternative sexual practices, and make
you think about where you can go from here. Do feel free to experiment while
you are here. That is the purpose of your visit, after all. However, don’t feel
pressured into doing something either of you do not want to do. Our policy is
always that it must be consensual.”
James
had got over his earlier shock and found the Master’s words to be thought
provoking.
Their
host hadn’t finished. “Now, what about letting others into your play? Do you
know anyone else who is here?”
Before
James could react, Caroline adamantly declared, “Absolutely not!” His lips
quirked at her outburst.
Master
George sat back in his chair, his hands clasped with forefingers against his
lips in a reflective pose. “Can you elaborate, my dear? Do you simply refuse to
contemplate any outsiders, despite the fact you said you wanted to watch others
in their activities, or is it that you are not familiar with anyone else and
that puts you off?”
As
Caroline glanced at James he just raised his eyebrows at his wife. She had to
get herself out of that one.
She
stuttered as she answered, indicating her nervousness. “We—we do know one other
guest, Mark Fuller. I would feel very awkward doing things with him. In some
ways it would be easier with strangers.”
James
nodded. He actually agreed with his wife. At the same time, he felt very sad
for Mark and wondered if his friend would find someone else with whom to
hook-up. His mind strayed then, and James started thinking about Mark having
sex with Caroline. He grimaced. Although he quite liked the idea of watching
her with other men, it didn’t feel right her doing it with Mark. It might make
things awkward for their friendship afterwards.
“So,
James,” Master George was talking to him and James started, realising he had to
concentrate. “Let’s consider that. How do you feel about involving others in
your play if they are strangers?”
Glancing
at Caroline, James saw her give a slight shrug. It was one thing to joke about
doing it, but quite another when it was presented to you as something that
could well happen. “I think we would talk about it first. We’ve always
discussed these things together. But we might possibly do it.”
“Very
good. People in general would find a lot out about themselves if they opened up
more,” stated the Master rather enigmatically. He was writing in a large,
ornate notebook. “I will see what I can arrange.”
James’
heart leapt in his chest. Jesus! What
have we let ourselves in for?
