Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Check out our first post if you’d like, and welcome to the second installment! Our focus is on the resilience of submissives. As much as we wanted to have everything pre-planned, we are writing on the fly, so feel free to tell us in the comments what you would like our submissives to be challenged with!
Beautiful, bubbling baked Belmac apples, brushed with butter and brown sugar burbled in a bulging baking pan on the blue bar in the breakfast nook. Adelaide had taken them out to cool moments before her Master walked in the door. He loved her baked apples, and after the orchard, she knew that he would want a taste, of both the apples, and her.
She turned to the door when she heard the lock click and smiled. “Hello, Master.”
“Hello, pet,” he said. “I see you’ve followed my directions.”
“Of course, Master,” she said, giving him a little curtsy in her apron. She was wearing nothing else, and the blue background with the bright red apples brought out the blue of her eyes.
He came close to her and wrapped his hands around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips. As he pulled back, he couldn’t help but nip at her lower lip. She yelped, as he expected. He grinned down at her. “Jumpy, pet?”
She just smiled shyly up at him. She could be jumpy, and they both knew it. But she was determined to overcome her shyness so she could impress him. He was helping her by giving her these tasks, and she was happy to oblige.
“Are the apples ready, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
“In about,” he looked at the clock on the wall over her shoulder, “five minutes, I would expect guests to start arriving.”
Her eyes went wide. Since she’d been home with the apples, he had asked her to clean up and bake the apples, and she had done so, but she hadn’t expected company. “I should go get dressed then, Sir.”
He shook his head. “I think you’re dressed perfectly, pet.”
“Master!”
He cocked his head at her, “Are you questioning me, pet?”
“N-no, Sir, of course not.”
“Good. Set out plates and get down champagne glasses. My friends will certainly want to celebrate that I get to show off my good little slut.”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Her heart pounded in her throat as she turned to get the glasses down out of the cabinet.
J R Vincente 
I was right? Mind-blown. I was just taking a stab in the dark.
Keep up the great blogging.
I’m focused on the April #AtoZChallenge.
Proof of Existence, book two in my dark urban fantasy series, is out this month.
I’m running a giveaway on my blog.
J Lenni Dorner (he/him 👨🏽 or 🧑🏽 they/them) ~ Reference& Speculative Fiction Author, OperationAwesome6 Debut Author Interviewer, and Co-host of the #AtoZchallenge
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I mean, I hadn’t written B when you posted so it may have been an inspiration. 😉
~Jayden
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