Guest Author Bonnie Bliss–What Makes A Submissive?

I’m so excited today to welcome a great author of erotic fiction, Bonnie Bliss.  Bonnie, I’m so pleased to have you here with me on Jenna’s Journal.  I understand you’re going to be answering a very provocative question today:  What makes a submissive?

It is a funny thing—dominance and submission.

Only because it seems like Dominants and submissives seem to have taken on a sort of label. Aside from the typical Top or bottom, I am talking about Strong or doormat.

If we were to go back to the 1950’s a submissive woman would seem normal. Strong women in that time period were a problem, considered ‘fast and loose’, or the type you just stayed away from. Much has changed. If you tell people you are submissive now you get a response like, “Why would you want to be a doormat?” The funny thing is my personality outside of the bedroom is confrontational and aggressive. I avoid it as much as possible. Some of the strongest woman around, love to hand over control in the bedroom. By that time, they are just done. They have been cooking, cleaning, organizing, scheduling, and running Fortune 500 Companies. By the time they get home, all they want to do is hand over the reins to a man who knows what he’s doing, knows your body, and just takes over.

I have to do nothing but—obey in the bedroom, and I love it. It is not just about some deep-seated past trauma. It is not about me being a doormat and under some man’s control, (trust me, I’m controlling him the other 20 hours of the day ;-)) It is simply about my need for release; my need to show him my love, through my submission. Submissive women aren’t just the doe eyed nerd in the corner or the shy meek mouse. Haven’t you heard the term, ‘It’s always the quiet ones.’? That tends to be true. I’m far from quiet, I’m a bit outspoken, and I control my daily life to the point of list making. Yet, getting on my knees and being told what to do sexual is the best part of my day.

Submission isn’t just about an outer picture. It is what is inside that truly shows the world who you are.

Halloween Submission (October 9th)

Halloween has arrived and Tom Newton is stressed with his job as a fireman. His best friend Rob, a submissive’s wet dream, is having a play party on Halloween night. Lucy, a nurse who has secretly been crushing on Tom, has decided to go to the party. Tom has decided that he needs to release some tension, and have some fun during his time off. What Lucy and Tom don’t know is that Rob, his best friend, and Millie, Tom’s sister, have
set this up. Join them as they enjoy a hot night of bondage play. Can it all run smoothly? Will true love blossom? Will the Master get his slave? There is only one way to find out.

A story packed with sultry moments of Dominance and submission. Halloween Submission promises to be the hottest holiday this year.

Warning: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18. It contains, but is not limited to intense bondage play, references of Sadomasochism, impact play, anal play, and one hot night on All Hollow’s Eve, you aren’t soon to forget.

Excerpt for Halloween Submission:

“Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

“I have always wanted to spank Catwoman. You’re not focused are you?” He was shaking his head.

Her body shivered. She wanted this, but not with him. She wanted it with the stranger—with Tom. Lucy knew more than anything she could place her fantasy in the arms of this leather clad Adonis. Robert had been a means to an end all those months ago, a body to suck out the stress and pain through his Sadistic edge.

“On your knees! Crawl to the bench, you know which one, don’t look at me that way.”

She averted her gaze. Her head dropped in respect. The new focus of her attention—it went right to the man at the door. He had gotten closer though, having actually stepped into the room. The heat of his gaze penetrated her to the very core and shot straight to her pussy. The walls of her vagina clenched. Lucy sucked in a deep breath as warm fingers pressed against her chin and lifted her head. Looking at Robert felt wrong somehow. She kept her thoughts on the mystery man in black. It was him. He gave her the mind-set to put Tom in Robert’s place.

“On the bench, Kitty. You know the drill.”

She did. God, did she know the drill. Every hair on her body felt lifted. Her heart pounded and she started to tingle from head to toe. Even her scalp took on the effect. Nipples puckered in the tight confines of the corset; hidden to the riveted gaze of the stranger watching her. This was her test. To show him how beautiful her submission was. That was all she needed now to wash away the stress and exhaustion from the long shift at the hospital. She wanted it so bad to be Tom, but she settled for the fantasy as she laid her body across the padded branch. Her breasts, if they were free, would be dangling
off either side. Robert didn’t bind her. The man knew how to keep a woman bound with the power of his authority and his voice.

In her line of vision came a beautiful paddle. It was thick dark wood, oiled to shine. On one side the word naughty was etched. That was for moments with one good swat; a reminder spanking. This was something else entirely. It was a show, a game. Robert knew, she knew, and the man watching knew this was all for him. Lucy definitely wiggled her ass, still covered in sheer lace.

“How many Kitty?”

“Eight,” said without hesitation.

She could feel his smile as Robert rubbed his suddenly scalding palm against her buttock.

“Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

The hand was gone. Pulses sounded off loud in her ear. It seemed like hours before the shot of pain vibrated through her flesh, exploding out of her in a moan that came out as it was supposed to.

“One.”

Sweet euphoric bliss settled into the heat that now simmered in her ass cheeks. Two and three came quickly, to the top of her thighs. The sting mixed with dull pain made her whimper out the count. The fourth came to a lower spot on her left thigh. Her fingers started to curl up. Her toes were like shriveled things in her high heels. The man was watching. He was now standing in front of her, a few steps away, causing an orgasm to rise to the surface as if she would boil over.

Book Trailer – http://youtu.be/_qWoPkDX0t0

Buy Links: Links: Amazon / Barnes & Noble / All Romance Ebooks / Smashwords

Twisted Ropes (October 16th)

After D.G. finds herself swept away to a sexual fueled land of horny munchkins, and sexy dildo shoe wearing good witches—all she wants to do is find her way home. After travelling for hours on the yellow brick road, she comes to a four way crossing and soon realizes her journey is just starting. After watching a heated display of slavery with ropes, floggers, whips and double penetration; she is introduced to a seemingly sweet scarecrow named Hayden. Her first sexual foray with the good witch was only the beginning, but now Hayden is about to teach D.G. how a real Master ties up and owns his slave.

Filled with all things you loved about the original story, twisted into a sexual pleasure that fans of the first will enjoy even more. The continuing story of D.G.’s adventures in Oz is
sure to arouse and delight the naughtiest of readers.

Warning: This story is for adult readers, and contains scenes of, but not limited to: forced bondage, double penetration, strong BDSM themes, impact play: floggers, whips, and spankings.

Excerpt for Twisted Ropes:

Two men pulled a slave

“Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road, follow, follow, follow, follow…” Where the song came from, she had no fucking clue. She knew that one moment she was humming, spinning in a circle, and trying to figure out a way to go. Then the next she was diving for cover in the corn fields across the way from her.

As she tried to keep herself unnoticed, she backed into a large wooden pole that staked in the ground. D.G. thought nothing of it. It looked like an obstacle that she would have to sort out later—if she needed. Licking her lips, she parted the tall stalks in front of her. Her eyes locked on the forms of three people. Two very large, powerful looking soldiers, and one generously curved blonde woman.

It took several moments for D.G. to realize what she saw.

Two men pulled a slave.

Sucking in a loud breath, she snapped her mouth shut. D.G. clapped a hand over her mouth.

Hunk number one clad in glossy steel armor on his upper body, it was the only thing that made him look ready for battle. A blonde, his legs fully encased in tight black leather that hid nothing. Not even the huge bulge in his pants that seemed to push against the zipper. She noticed he had rope, and a very imposing black leather whip attached to those tight leathers. His arms, biceps were the size of her head. He stood tall. The only other man she knew taller was Bo Davenport.

Home sickness and longing welled up inside her at the mere thought of his name. D.G. always secretly thought she wasn’t good enough for Bo. Just the fact that she wanted to leave, and that Bo clearly needed a good ole’ fashion wife to be his one and only made her unworthy of all that was Bo Davenport. She made a vow to herself right then and there. When she finally made it home, she would shove all of that bullshit aside, hop on him so fast and beg him to keep her forever. All this time away from Aunt Em, Uncle Henry, and the farm made her wish she hadn’t acted so stupid. Putting everything on hold— school, her future, and dating life. All so she could be some actress in New York on Broadway.  Looking
back on it now, she realized how silly and immature that sounded.

She would get her life straightened when she returned home.

If, she returned home.

About the Author:

Bonnie Bliss is not just a willing submissive, but she is a wife and a mother. By day, she is a busy, stay at home mother. At night, she is a sultry storyteller. Her tastes go towards the dark and the extreme. She loves to twist up fairy tales and sweet stories we all know and love. Her lust for Dominance and submission has taken her into the dark inner workings of Sadomasochism.

Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.

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6 Responses to Guest Author Bonnie Bliss–What Makes A Submissive?

  1. Bonnie Bliss says:

    Thank you so much for everyone that stopped by and dropped a comment. Thank you so much for hosting me Jenna! These two are some of my favorite stories that I have written. I was able to get emotional while still keeping in the kink 🙂

    Bonnie

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  2. Very interesting and I love your covers!

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  3. Karen Wilson says:

    Best wishes for your book.

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  4. Kudos to you, Bonnie, for knowing what works for you and what doesn’t. Lots of women struggle with this their whole lives. Your books are always different and hot. Keep up the good work!

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  5. Daryl Devore says:

    riveting excerpt. Books sound incredible.

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