by Ruby Madden
{ West Coast Erotica }
The Complete Series
By
Ruby Madden
West Coast Erotica: Series Bundle © 2013, 2014 & 2015
by Ruby Madden
Published by Manifestiny Entertainment, LLC
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Contents
Under Mistress Cherry’s Control: Seattle
The Capture of Grace: Portland
Toy Box: San Francisco
Kat Lady & Kat Lady’s Dolls: Beverly Hills
One of These Nights: Hollywood & L.A.
Authors Note: The bundled collection you are about to read and enjoy was an endeavor of eighteen months’ worth of work. It was my goal to capture a wide audience and cast a large net. I also wanted to share with readers insight to a life lived on the West Coast of the U.S.
A writing mentor challenged me to express my creative talent and write erotic fiction, explaining that it is one of the more challenging genres to encapsulate with a legitimate story as the sexual content can dominate the overall goal and art-form of storytelling. So, for me, this was a very big, ongoing experiment, and an investment of passion, time and lots of coffee.
From Seattle to San Diego, Portland to San Francisco, Beverly Hills to Hollywood & L.A. - the West Coast Erotica series has it all. Each story is told as a stand-alone, occurring in a different West Coast city with fresh characters, unique erotic experiences and carnal explorations.
Most include pure, raw lust, and power-play dynamics. Romance peeks in from time to time. All include varying themes in exploring erotic desire. Some stories may hit your personal boundaries, seeking to stretch your limits and open your mind. Some speak to societal and cultural issues. Within each story, I truly stepped inside my character’s shoes, minds and lives.
Playful, curious, sex-plorative, sweet, funny, poignant and even silly – I’ve gone the distance in terms of writing voice. All stories might not be for everyone, but I’m hopeful that at least one or two resonates with you.
Perhaps best of all, the series includes food-porn. Lots of food-porn.
Enjoy!
erotica
noun, ( used with a singular or plural verb)
1. literature or art dealing with sexual love.
I’d like to add ‘love of sex’ to this description…
2. literature or art dealing with the love of sex
Under Mistress Cherry’s Control
{ Seattle }
mis·tress
noun
1. a woman who has authority, control, or power, especially the female head of a household, institution, or other establishment.
2. a woman employing, or in authority over, servants or attendants.
3. a female owner of an animal, or formerly, a slave.
4. a woman who has the power of controlling or disposing of something at her own pleasure: mistress of a great fortune.
5. ( sometimes initial capital letter ) something regarded as feminine that has control or supremacy: Great Britain, the mistress of the seas.
Author’s Note:
The Emerald City truly is, just that. With a skyline unlike any other U.S. city, one never gets tired of seeing the Puget Sound twinkling its grey-green-sometimes blue tones on the elevated high-rises that reach heavenward. As one of my friend’s put it – Seattle is very money. The amount of power, influence and clout in this rainy metropolitan city is omnipresent.
The charms of Seattle are very much sophisticated and culture has an edge of accepted snarky-ness. The pace is fast, driven, chaotic and seemingly fearless. Technology makes this city move at the speed of light. Many of its inhabitants do so as well.
That said, there is almost a survivor mentality for the very long rainy, grey season that the throngs of educated professionals must endure. Those lured here to work for some of the worlds’ most powerful and influential corporations are a patient, persistent lot. Along with that comes a need for stimulation in stakes, games and power-plays.
Just another rainy day where anyone who has made a million, billion or two will have plenty of ways to spend their money and time securing their secret pleasures. With so much ambition and professional satisfaction occurring, many suffer from a sense of isolation, loneliness and estrangement in the Emerald City. Many mention the Seattle Chill, the murmured about rumor that it can be hard to find a social circle for new-comers. I can attest that this is very much true, based on personal experience. But I can equally attest that once you gain your place and footing, the city opens up to you unlike any other. Especially when it comes to erotic power and pleasure.
“Ethan, this is my favorite moment, before all of my other favorite moments are created with a new client. You are my work of art, mine to possess, sculpt, mend, bend, and make beg for mercy. You will adore worshiping, pleasing and serving me.”
~ Mistress
* * *
{ ethan }
I was nervous as hell sitting in the lobby of the upper class high-rise condo complex. Exactly as the instructions indicated, I sat the way I’d been told to and was waiting. At least twenty minutes passed but I didn’t dare move to look at my cell or Breitling. She, my soon to be new Mistress, had instructed me to follow her instructions to the letter. She’d made it very clear in our agreement that I was to always assume that I was being observed.
I did my best to be still, to not fidget and to hold my pose. Oddly, considering that at this particular moment in time, the only requirement of me was to sit still – I was finding it immensely challenging to do so. I was so completely full of anticipation, excitement, arousal and dread. Yes, dread.
I’d never done anything like this before, but after years of watching too much porn, seeking outlets for my frustration in sex clubs, too many failed relationships to count, therapy, a stint in rehab, a near-diagnosis of erotomania and most importantly, a need to understand myself better – I’d finally sought ou
t one the most reputable plus-size Dominatrix’s on the West Coast.
Because clearly, if I didn’t deal with and allow my long-suppressed desire to be dominated by a strong, confident, powerful woman – I was going to self-implode and ruin my life. I was sure of it. This need hadn’t gone away, it had simply taken me over, and all but squeezed the life out of me.
Which I felt was pathetic really. I’d accomplished so much in my young life. But this, this desire, I hadn’t conquered. Turns out, it didn’t need conquering – this secret desire of mine. I needed the conquering, as it were.
Cherry Stuart was known to have a dozen of Nasdaq 100 and Fortune 500 Executives under tight contract and collar. Who, exactly – no one knew. But they all shared one thing in common – a devotion to her and her gifts of commanding Domination. She was in a word – worshipped.
She’d made certain to understand me and my needs during the initial consult and was as clear as could be about the arrangement, our agreement and both of our lawyers had tended to the signing of the contract. From what I had been told, she was all business – until she wasn’t. And then she was divine freedom. Cruel, manipulative, erotic and domineering but equally insightful, charitable and eccentric in her proclivities.
I’d soon learn that each of her ‘puppies’ earned her affections uniquely. She was, of course, a Mistress of the dark sexual arts but like any artist, loved to tailor them to the uniqueness of the relationship between her and those she so eloquently dominated.
Apparently, she was known for her range. Range meaning shades of pain-inclusive, erotic power exchange (ERP), and humiliation to Femme-Domme lite. A way of saying that she could play with varying shades of kink and fetish. She tailored her sessions and scenes to her clients and was known for building long-term, ongoing relationships that supported the needs of her clients in more than just sexual ways. As a professionally licensed sex therapist, she was the educated real-deal.
I’d been holding the seated pose for over half an hour, my eyes averted to the floor and not peering up, just as I had been told. Then, as if a ghost manifesting from thin air, she was standing before me. Her feet were petite and her manicured toes peeked out from her sexy, cherry red shoes. I could smell her seductive scent wafting around her.
I was already aroused.
“Do NOT look up. Stand up, continue to look at the floor and follow me. Do you understand? You may speak to answer me.” Her voice was firm but soft.
“Yes, I understand.”
She didn’t miss a beat, “Yes, I understand MISTRESS.” Her voice was only slightly elevated but enough to make me immediately regret my very first mistake.
“Yes, I understand Mistress.” I repeated, adding the very important word of respect, my voice was trembling.
Stupid, stupid, stupid…
She turned and I did exactly as I was told. We walked towards an elevator where we were escorted up to her place of business. This I had to remind myself of, she was a professional. This was her trade, her field, how she earned her living. Her services were bought and paid for. I was not to confuse this with romance or love.
Quite frankly, I was sick of both. Had been betrayed by too many women and too late to realize that all I had ever really wanted was to service and worship a woman, as a Goddess. As the being in control. A person who would control me and command me. A female completely and innately aware of her inherent perfection and power.
Her undeniable power…
And here I was, following just such a woman, like an obedient puppy.
Once inside the elevator, she instructed me to stay behind her and to continue gazing at the floor or at her feet, whichever I preferred. I chose her feet. I studied them in their expensive footwear with enough toe cleavage to reveal her cherry colored manicured toes. I was aroused, so completely aroused – just from this. Just from being told to behave like an obedient puppy dog.
We rose in the elevator, floor after floor until we arrived at the top. I was already mentally doing the math to add up what a pent-floor suite in this building must cost. Mistress Cherry was a very wealthy woman, even wealthier than I’d realized.
When the elevator opened, it was to a private entry foyer. I heard the beep of a fob key and then she led me inside to her abode. I followed her and she brought me to a large room that was exquisitely decorated, from what I could tell. My eyes had yet left the floor or her feet.
“You may kneel, on the pillow.”
Sure enough, there was a cherry colored pillow right before me. I kneeled.
She sat down in a very elegant chair that was directly in front of me. She waited a bit, and seemed to be studying me. She crossed her sexy legs and was dangling her expensive cherry red shoe from her toe tips. I kept my eyes on her feet, just as I was told.
Mistress Cherry, may I lick your toe cleavage?
She seemed to know I was already lost in the reverie of her and watched me curiously.
“Ethan, this is my favorite moment, before all of my other favorite moments are created with a new client. You are my work of art, mine to possess, sculpt, mend, bend, and make beg for mercy. You will come to adore worshiping, pleasing and serving me.”
Hearing her say my name, for the first time literally elicited goose-bumps. I was electrified. I knew that my erection was already obvious. I felt only a tiny cringe of shame. I wanted nothing more than to be scolded for my school-boy inability to control my arousal.
With one petite finger, she leaned forward and tilted my face up to look at hers. She was sweetly sexy. Gorgeous actually, this new Mistress of mine. I was doing my best not to drivel or whimper. She had an air of authority I couldn’t explain or capture, but it was definitely unique. Her lips were somewhat full and pouty in a sexy way.
I wonder what her lips around my cock would feel like… I may never know.
“I see that you’re already expressing your erotic appreciation for me Ethan.” She glanced down to the bulge in my pants, my obvious erection.
I nodded meekly.
“Enjoy it as this will be last time you’ll be able to enjoy your erection without the confines of a chastity clamp when we are in session. Your erections are mine now. Do you understand?”
I gulped hard. I’d wondered when she would initiate this. Apparently from the start, the get-go. It made me realize, right in that moment – the extent of what I had committed to. Had agreed to. Willingly.
“Yes, Mistress. Anything to please you.”
I was the most shocked to hear myself saying it and meaning it. It had tumbled out of my mouth with barely any effort and with complete sincerity. Right then and there, I felt the first deep penetration of her powerful hold on my sexuality, on my need to have it commanded. It felt like complete relief. An exhale. Finally.
At last…
{ MISTRESS }
Ethan was unique, straight from the get-go. As a client, I was appreciative for my Bachelor’s degree in Psychology and my Master’s degree in Human Sexuality, to assess and understand him. My client’s needs are truly unique and I’d learned the art of tailoring what I could do for them to meet their eccentric desires.
Certainly, there are basics that mostly work – but these were men of driven success, wild accomplishment and complex intelligence. Naturally, their sexual needs were equally eccentric but they shared one general commonality. Most were somewhat lost and uncomfortable in a world that had told them they had all the rights and privileges of masculine entitlement, had explored that terrain and found that their desires and erotic needs were unmet – leaving them unsatisfied despite their worldly success.
This was where I came in.
As businessmen, they understood the art of the trade, the purpose of contracts and agreements. Once terms were determined, they were my challenge to master.
To become their Mistress.
One of the reasons I was successful was that I always maintained the necessary distance our agreements required. Their devot
ion was genuine, very real and immensely satisfying for all involved. I was unique in that as a woman, I had learned at a young age what a strong and unique Alpha-female I am. Thankfully, I was sculpted and mastered myself, in my twenties, by a powerful and influential man who made me realize my true gift, my true calling.
Although I was paid well by very influential individuals, it was my wise investment decisions over the decades that had made me completely independent and wealthy. My investment portfolio was comprised of some of the most successful and profitable organizations in the world.
I’d made a point of creating a clientele list built solidly on reputation, trust and privacy. I was as scrupulous as a Financier or Corporate CEO when it came to my clients. They would teach me and educate me over the years in the world of business and money.
In a way, I lived two lives – one that was very well hidden from others. Another that served as the more ordinary citizen. Both were satisfying for varying reasons. However, I was in a phase in my life where I was seeking companionship and partnership – of the intimate kind.
As a creature who learns to understand other’s wants, needs and desires quite intimately, it was my own intimate needs that had been preoccupying my attention and energy of late. This was why I’d almost declined Ethan as a client. I was wildly attracted to him. This, he didn’t know.
Yet.
That was when I had recognized the plan, the opportunity before me. At nearly forty years of age myself, while appearing as if I was barely thirty, I hatched an idea.
I was going to be selfish, just this once. My plan was that I wanted to retire from being a Mistress and I sought a committed male partner who craved to be my slave, my one and only devoted puppy.
