(House of Erotica, 2023)
Available from: Universal Link
Book Blurb
In this BDSM reinterpretation of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works and introduced to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by The Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission
The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.
Story Extract (read at Smut By The Sea event in Scarborough Library, 2013)
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Photos of reading event. Copyright: Andrew Welford, photographer.
As Kim turned the corner, she was thrilled at what she saw. It really was a tea party, albeit a strange one, and there actually was a Hatter, a March hare and a dormouse just like ‘Alice in Wonderland’. In the centre of the room was one of the Red Queen’s slaves down on all fours, a piece of clear perspex strapped to his back for a human table.
“Come here my dear,” called the Hatter beckoning Kim forward. “Have you no manners girl? Do you always come to tea parties with no clothes on?”
“Well, no madam, least ways not usually,” she answered taking up a deferential position. Kim had quite forgotten she was stark naked. “But, I have had some rather strange adventures and, well, I seem to have lost my clothes along the way.”
“That’s really most unfortunate and very careless of you. Well, that won’t do. You can’t have tea without any clothes. Hare! Go and find the girl some clothes.”
The hare produced a light blue dress made in latex and a white pinafore to go over it. Kim was delighted; she would be like a little fetish Alice. She loved rubber, the feel of it on her skin, the tightness and the smell. She squeezed into the rubber dress. The latex felt tight around her buttocks and breasts but that was a lovely feeling. Kim thought she looked great and was looking forward to joining the party.
“That’s better, now come and sit over here girl,” said the Hatter pointing to a little armchair at the end of the perspex table where the slave’s head was. “Oh, don’t worry about him, if he tries to sneak a look at your crotch he knows he’ll be severely punished. Besides, he has been told to look at the floor at all times and keep perfectly still and if he tries to ogle your sweet little fanny, my dear, I shall know.”
Kim was shocked, she was sure the Hatter in the children’s book didn’t use language like that. Oh dear, thought Kim, this tea party could be very weird. She cast her eye across the table; it was certainly a wonderful spread. There were two huge round tea pots and places set with china cups and saucers and plates. The centrepiece was a multi-tiered cast iron cake stand filled with a delicious assortment of cup- cakes. Kim was ravenous and thirsty, just ready for afternoon tea.
“Pour yourself a cup of tea,” offered the Hatter.
Kim picked up the big round yellow tea pot and was about to pour a cup when the hare and dormouse intervened.
“No, No, my dear, you don’t want to drink from that tea pot,” shouted the hare.
“No, no,” muttered the dormouse, “definitely not that tea pot.”
“Why, what’s wrong with this tea pot?”
“The orange tea pot is for the tea.”
“And the yellow tea pot is for the wee.”
Kim looked surprised, “I’m sorry I don’t understand, do you really mean there’s wee in that tea pot?”
The Hatter replied, “Why of course, that tea pot’s for them.”
She pointed to two of the Red Queen’s slaves, one had a leather hood on his head, the other an iron cage. They were both sat behind her forlornly. Waiting to be fed perhaps, thought Kim?
“They are probably thirsty, would you mind doing the honours, girl?”
Kim picked up the huge round yellow tea pot with both hands and walked over to the two men.
“Should I pour them out a cup?”
“No, no, they can drink straight from the spout,”
“Yes, direct from the spout,” echoed the hare.
“Oh, definitely from the spout,” confirmed the dormouse.
The hooded slave lifted his head up and positioned it so Kim could tip the spout up and pour its contents straight into his mouth. She did just that and a stream of golden wine came flooding out. Oh my god, it really is pee, thought Kim. Most of the piss poured straight into the slave’s mouth and he guzzled it down eagerly, but some splashed onto his body and quite a bit spilt onto the floor. The tea pot was soon empty.
“He can’t waste any; make him drink what he’s spilt off the floor.”
“Go on, drink it,” said Kim tentatively at first and then more firmly, “come on drink it up.”
“That’s no good; he’s got to obey you. Kick him in the balls.”
Kim did exactly that with her shiny leather shoes. The hooded man howled in pain but soon got his head down onto the floor and started lapping the golden waters up.
“Give the rest to the other one.”
“I’m sorry but the tea pot’s empty now.”
“Well, there’s nothing for it, you’ll just have to fill it yourself.”
“Sorry, you mean you want me to pee in the tea pot?”
“Well yes, of course.”
“Yes, you heard the Hatter. You must piss in the tea pot.”
“Yes, piss in the tea pot.”
It was true, Kim was desperate to go. She put the yellow tea pot on the floor, took the lid off, crouched over it, hitched up her latex dress and let release a stream of hot piss into the tea pot. It was quite a relief to empty her bladder.
“Now bring the tea pot back here, put it on the table and let it brew for a bit. Would you like a cup cake, my dear?” the Hatter asked, her mouth spreading into a broad grin as she held the cake stand in front of Kim.
“Don’t mind if I do,” replied Kim reaching out to take a yellow iced bun with a cherry on top.
“Don’t you mean, ‘do mind if I don’t’.”
“Well, I suppose so,”
“Or rather, don’t you mean, you suppose not.”
Kim’s head was in a whirl. “Whatever you say,” she said, taking a huge bite out of the bun.
Kim tucked in to the delicious home-baked food and poured herself a cup of tea, from the orange tea pot of course.
“Do you think we ought to feed them Hatter?” said the hare pointing to the slaves.
“Yes, let’s give them a treat.”
The Hatter took up the trifle bowl, “hare you bring the tea pot; dormouse you fetch the jelly bowl; girl, you get some cup-cakes – strawberry and chocolate, I think.”
What a sight we must look, thought Kim, as the procession of them got up from the table and marched across to the two slaves.
“Drop the cup-cakes onto the floor. Now, hitch your dress up and sit on them. Make sure you sit on them with your bare arse, my dear.”
Kim laughed her head off. She was quite entering into the spirit of this. She ceremoniously held the two cup-cakes in her hand and let them drop to the floor. She hitched up her latex skirt so her lovely round arse was exposed. As an additional flourish she put her back-side right in front of their faces and wriggled her bum at them. Then she lowered herself down and sat right on top of the two cup-cakes, one cheek of her bum on the strawberry one, the other on the chocolate one. Kim pressed her bottom into the mixture of butter icing and cake positively relishing in the squishy texture and the sweet smell before working the sticky mess into the crack in her arse. She bent over and stuck her bum out into the faces of the crouching slaves.
“Now, lick every crumb off of my arse, and make sure you get your tongues right up the crack.”
The Hatter, hare and dormouse were in hysterics.
“You were right Hatter. You told me the girl would be perfect for Nemesisland.”
“Don’t get carried away just yet hare, she’s still a lot to learn. But, yes, this is wonderful, I’m really enjoying this.”.
The two men set about their task enthusiastically, a bit too enthusiastically thought Kim. They eagerly ran their tongue across her back-side licking up the mess of squashed cake and butter cream icing. Kim felt the texture of their tongues as they went all over her arse and worked their way up into her crack. God, thought Kim, this was so erotic. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She was almost disappointed when every morsel had been licked off her and her fleshy bottom had been cleaned.
“Excellent, but I think the slaves got too much pleasure out of that,” said the Hatter.
“I think the girl got too much pleasure out of that,” added the hare.
Duchess pours out a cup of tea….from the yellow tea pot!
“Mmm, that’s delicious. So refreshing. And what blend of tea would this be I wonder?!”