Lead and Follow by Cameron Skye #newrelease #bdsm Made: An Interracial BDSM Mafia Romance @bitchesbewritin

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A little unknown fact about me….I used to be a dancer. I studied ballet, contemporary and jazz for most of my life. And yes….I even was an exotic dancer.

It was my dream as a little girl to move to New York, to become a prima ballerina and to dance my life away. Sadly…that didn’t happen.

I’ve found myself recently thinking about taking a dance class. It’s been awhile (a long while) and I really miss dancing. It’s one of the joys of my life. It’s always been the way I work through life’s problems.

While sipping on coffee, looking through a course catalog at a Community College, I found myself thinking of the dynamics of couples dancing. It got me then thinking about the dynamics of a dom/sub relationship.

I could not believe I found myself sitting there actually finding seminaries between the two.

I know…WHAT?

Wait. Hear me out.

In most mixed couple dance forms, there is a Lead and a Follow. The Lead is traditionally the male and the Follow is the female.

The Lead (male) is responsible for guiding the Follow (female) through transitions of different dance steps. He choses the dance steps performed, not her.

He conveys his choices and direction to her through subtle physical and visual cues, thereby allowing for smooth transitions. A more experienced Lead knows (possibly on an unconscious level) the most effective transitions happen by his preparing the movements even before the dance even begins.

He knows without a shadow of a doubt, his Follow has complete trust in his ability. She does not question either him or his strength.

She knows he’s the one responsible for catching her. She trusts without a shadow of a doubt, he will do so.

She knows he’s the one responsible for supporting and lifting her. She trusts without a shadow of a doubt, he will never drop her.

The Lead knows he best supports his Follow by giving clear direction. There are no ambiguities to his directions. They are…what they are. By his doing so, it allows for her to help maintain a centered, ready him. It also allows for her to be ready for his cues, and for her to know exactly what to do.

I remember a lifted hand meant an upcoming turn, for example. A hand brought in front of the abdomen meant a send-way.

Sometimes, of course there are miscommunications between a Lead and Follow.

The general rule in dance is for the Lead to increase his grip and to take control. The Follow is not to wrestle and she is never to stop dancing, unless of of course she is hurt.

If that’s the case, she is to say so immediately. At that point, the Lead stops the dance.

I found all of this to be the same dynamics between a Dom and Sub. There’s trust, communication. He’s responsible for leading with clear precise direction. She is responsible for knowing his cues and for following them. If there is hurt, there is a word said and the dance stops.

If done right….it works.

To me being a Submissive, much like being a Follow, means encouraging a Dom/Lead into eading you into something fun and exciting. The difference… one dance is erotic in nature, done in private…the other usually public and on a stage.

As a woman who has been abused, I would NEVER…NEVER advocate for any woman to allow a man to lead them into being beat on. There is a definite line from a bit of erotic fun and a man who wishes to dehumanize a woman.

I read some place that in BDSM a single word stops the act. In domestic violence, no words will stop it. I’ve found that to be true. Nothing I said….no single word stopped him.

I have to admit, through the journey of writing this book, I found new meaning into what it truly means to have this type of relationship.

My preconceived notions…were wrong.

Sometimes….it’s good to have an open mind.

I welcome your comments and feedback.

Take care

~Cameron

MadefinalcoverExcerpt:

Gabe slapped her ass hard, watching her cheek jiggle from the blow.

“You do not have permission to respond. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?

“Yes. Sir.”

He bit her thigh, hearing her breathing pick up. He nibbled a little harder.

“You like that don’t you? How the bite hurts.”

“Yes. Fuck. It’s so wrong.”

“Yeah, but it’s so fucking right.”

Gabe lapped at her pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out of her depths. Tasting the sweet liquid she dripped for him.

The sweet musky smell of her mixed with the honeyed taste. The way she rocked against his mouth, spreading her wetness all over his face was driving him insane. He sucked her entrance savagely. Needing, wanting more. Just as he felt her walls start to quiver, he stopped.

“No. No. No. Gabe.”

He skimmed his tongue over her clit, sliding out between her legs. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her lips to his. Sharing the taste of her off of him. She moaned, deepening the kiss. The fact she loved the taste of herself….sweet fuck.

His cock, expanded. He was rock hard and throbbing.

Without speaking, he helped her onto all fours, leaning her over the back of the couch. He picked up a flogger, rubbing the softened leather over her back. Her breath quivered as her body tightened.

He stepped back and softly rapped the leather threads against the upper part of her ass. Rotating his wrist to allow the tails to get each side of her. She gave a muffled cry against the couch, flinching mostly from fear.

“Steady, kitten. You said you’d liked to be spanked. Said you wanted to try this. Count loudly to ten.”

“Why?”

He swatted her harder, allowing the tails to graze her clit. She sucked in air through gritted teeth, lunging forward this time from the slight sting.

“I said count loudly to ten.”

“One” She felt the tails swat than swipe softly over her ass. Then his mouth. Then his tongue, licking the burn away.

“Good girl. Where are we, Mia?”

“Yellow.”

He caressed her ass, placing soft kisses across her pinked skin.

“Ok, love. Yellow it is. Remember to breathe. Relax. I promise this will be nice.”

 

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