The stories that launched Sascha Illyvich’s career as a master of BDSM erotica. Follow the adventures of Miss Kitty and her submissive, Trent, through humiliation, punishment, training and on straight through to ecstasy. This powerful collection, available for the first time in a deade, includes such Kitty and Trent tales as So Help Me, Mistress!, Sex Swing, School Marm, Trust, A Sensual Seduction, Playtime, Spanking Trent, Just Who’s in Control, Anyway?, and more than a dozen other contemporary classics. “A Powerful Look at Female Domination!” That’s how Sensual Reviews describes the work of Sascha Illyvich. From the author they call “The Bad Boy of Romance.”
Of note, the newer cover to the right- best represents the way I tried to capture a D/s couple. From the very beginning, Mistress Kitty was a sweet, seductive dominant with an evil streak a mile wide! Trent, looking for something deeper, finds it in the lovely curvaceous body of a Female Dominant all while learning to serve and discover his true place in this world.
This cover has actually gone through a few incarnations. One that never made it because the artist was killed by a raging pack of wolves during a coke deal she’d been trying to arrange with the Colombians. Rumor has it Spetsnaz were involved too…
The book was actually a tribute to Mistress Kitty’s inspiration, stories spanning the entire year or so of a relationship ending in hopefully a romantic manner fit for a D/s couple. Originally debuting on Males In Slavery Stories, with an occasional piece thrown on Celebrate Male Submission, these tales differ from the traditional BDSM stories in that the romance is much more important AND is shown more from the point of view of both characters.
This book was accepted by eXtasy books at the same time Sizzler Editions (then Renessaince E-books) published “Sensualities” and the cover goes WAY back to the early days of ebooks.
Another cover was fashioned for the Amazon/Fictionwise crowd featuring those who prefer a more censored cover. I liked it least of all because of the clothing option but what can you do?
How about an excerpt?
Thirty minutes later, Trent lay naked atop her bed, bound with silk scarves. His own anxieties had been masked by his arousal and Kitty’s seduction. She had coaxed him free of his clothes while she remained dressed. The thought of being naked before a sexy, clothed woman was enough of a turn on. One of his fantasies, in fact. The bondage thing was different, and he was afraid, just a little. She was a stranger, after all.
Kitty came sauntering into the room, glancing down at Trent’s body. His cock was large, thick and full for her. She felt the thrill of seduction coarse through her veins and the smile across her face was hard to conceal as she played her role of Mistress.
“What do you want?”
Her breath fell on his ear and his cock strained upwards.
“Tell me, what do you want?” she whispered again.
Trent said nothing. He sighed and strained his arms against his bonds, but Kitty had him bound pretty well. He was surprised, but silent.
“Close your eyes,” she said. Kitty produced a feather from behind her and ran it over Trent’s stomach. He tried not to laugh, but he was ticklish. The feather grazed over his chest, his face, back down his torso and finally, over his cock. Kitty seemed pleased with his body’s reaction as his cock pulsed for her.
He was a magnificent creature. Would he submit to her? Just for tonight, would he be that hungry for her? The look on his face, even with his eyes closed said yes. Every muscle in Trent’s body was tight with anticipation, the same feeling Kitty had when she was first bound, tied and teased, and a glance at his cock made her smile.
She reached down for his cock, gave him a stroke and listened to him breathe. She slapped his thigh to break his concentration and his eyes shot open.
“Shh,” she said. Kitty did something out of role for a test. She freed one of his hands, lowered her lips over his and kissed him. He was reticent at first, but went willingly as she stroked his cock with one hand. It was like his body was giving in, but his mind resisted.
“Savor,” she said when she pulled away from the kiss.
Trent nodded, eyes still closed.
“Your mind won’t let you see that you want me because you’re bound.” She said in a calm voice, “but what do you want?”
Now it was Trent’s time to speak. He was sure she wouldn’t hurt him, but the slap on his thigh made him question her. His cock ached to be inside her, his hands needed to be all over her body. His needs drove him to thrust his hips upwards towards her hands, but she kept them just out of reach of his cock. Trent began to sweat; he licked his lips and parted them to speak, but nothing came out. His body was in shock.
“Tell me, what do you want?” she said, this time her voice was strained and dispassionate. Kitty took his cock in her hand gently, stroked him slowly just a few times before waiting for his response.
Still silent, his erection throbbed in her hand. His body was comfortable, but his mind felt trapped, constrained. What was wrong with him?
“Your mind won’t let you see that you want me,” she whispered. Kitty stood and released his cock. The warmth from his body had gone, but his arousal still remained. Trent had no idea what was wrong with him, other than the fact that he wanted badly to fuck this woman, to release everything to her and keep his hands on her curves.
“Watch me,” she said.
Kitty walked over to the stereo, turned it on and music came from the speakers. She started to sway her hips, sensually. Trent’s eyes followed her hips. He watched her remove her top inch by inch, exposing cream colored flesh against the soft hues of candlelight. She caressed her breasts, taking one in each hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“You can’t touch me just yet,” she said.
“I want to.”
“You don’t get it. This is for me,” Kitty growled.
“You’re an insatiable woman.”
“And you’re a bad boy.” Kitty smiled, she had Trent where she wanted him until he flashed a cheeky grin.
“That’s my little devotee,” she said. Her movements continued until she’d slipped her hands over her hips. His gaze followed over her and he seemed to be devouring her every inch of bared flesh.
She stepped closer, leaned over him and let her hair fall over his skin before pressing her breasts to his. His chest was warm to her touch. She knew exactly what he was feeling because he was fire to her cool. “What do you want?”
Trent wasn’t able to resist much more. Even the failures that held him back mentally couldn’t stand the amount of desire rushing through his body for this woman. The voice insides his head kept telling him to speak up, tell her of his desires. Submit.
“Fuck me,” he said.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Kitty pulled off her skirt, revealing her naked figure. She picked up a foil packet, ripped it open and sheathed Trent’s engorged organ.
“Now, just follow my lead.”
“You may not come until I tell you to.”
Trent started to protest but her lips had already engulfed him. Heat warmed his cock, made him feel at home, at ease.
Kitty untied his other hand. She sealed her lips over his. She felt full as she sank down on him repeatedly. His cock brushed over her clitoris when it slipped out and she made a crying sound from the pleasure.
Trent ran his fingers through her smothered them in her brownish blonde hair. He almost felt like he was being fucked by Lady Godiva as her hair fell over her body and his, each strand a different sensation on his skin.
She gripped his shoulders, raked her fingernails across his chest and tried not to let go so quickly, but her orgasm were always so powerful when the males she was with knew how to take directions.
Trent lay beneath her, bucking and thrusting inside her until she’d slammed down just as hard against him. The sounds of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room, drowning out music. Sweat covered Kitty’s brow as she cried aloud and fell forward over Trent’s body.
He couldn’t help it; her orgasmic clenches around his cock had brought him near the edge. He was almost to that point when she reminded him that he was not to come just yet.
“We’re not finished yet,” she said with a sigh.
Trent didn’t know what to expect yet, so he kept still. Her heat wasn’t just warmth, it was scotching fire that made him weak. His knees trembled as she sat atop him.
Slow, steady movements of her hips had him clenching the sheets with his fists. Even his toes had curled up from the pleasure.
Kitty fell forward, pressed against him. She couldn’t help but move for her own pleasure, but she sat up and lifted her arms above her head, swayed her head to one side and let her hair fall over her face. Her breasts swung full in tune with her increased rhythmic rocking until she was on her way to another orgasm, followed by two more.
Trent finally grabbed her hips and thrust upwards while holding her in place. She tried to resist but passion took control from her dominant sense and she found herself urging him to fuck her.
It didn’t take but a moment for him to explode inside her with such a fury that he’d dug his fingernails into her thighs. She cried out from the pain and was rewarded with the pain and joys of one final orgasm at the same time as his.
God, he felt so good. Repeatedly filling her up, taking her visual cues and mental dominance, he would be such a perfect submissive. He could fill the gap in her life until she’d figured out what to do.
Kitty pressed against his chest and started to let her body drift off to sleep, but Trent stirred.
“I know this seems a little awkward, Kitty, but would you mind if I stayed the night?”
“Well, you did come in my car. What about work in the morning?”
“It’s Saturday. I figured my depression would have compelled me to do something incredibly stupid, so I wouldn’t be in anyway.” Did he just do something incredibly stupid?
“Mind if I pry?”
“I’m not really depressed. Lonely.” He paused, “or I was until tonight anyway.”
“It’s all right. I understand. I felt that way earlier.”
“Yeah, I saw those two college students.”
“They were babies. I couldn’t have brought them back home.”
“I understand. It’d be robbing the cradle.”
Kitty laughed. “You shit! I am not that old.”
“You’re old enough for me.” Trent grinned.
“Hush boy. What time is it?” Kitty reached over Trent and turned the clock back over. It was after twelve thirty.
“Would you be a doll and fetch me a glass of water, Trent?” Kitty rolled onto her side and stroked Trent’s smooth chest with her fingernail.
“Sure, where at?” Trent slid off the bed and stood up, his hard body outlined by the soft light from the hallway. Kitty looked at him, his eyes still burned with unfinished passion and lust. Maybe she’d been mistaken, but she’d deal with it in the morning.
“Right cupboard above the sink.” Kitty turned on a small lamp and rolled over to set her alarm for half an hour later. She could afford to sleep in tomorrow.
“Okay. Stay right there, sexy.”
He still flirted with her. Kitty didn’t want him to leave in the morning, nor did she want to go into work the next day. She felt a high from earlier that was only topped by Trent’s acceptance of kinky sex.
“Come crawl into bed with me and let’s go to sleep, Trent.”
* * *
The next morning, Kitty dropped Trent off at the parking lot where he left his car and watched him walk away. He’d left his card on her seat and told her to call him. Then he kissed her, sweetly at first until he let the buildup of passion between them simmer and slipped his tongue between her lips, brushing his teeth over her lower lip. She sucked his tongue into her mouth eagerly, swatted him on the ass and broke their kiss, looking coquettish and sassy at the same time.
“You are a cad,” she giggled.
“You like it.”
“Mmm, I do indeed.” His low voice hummed in her ear as he nipped her ear. “Bad boy,” she chided.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he cupped her breast in the palm of his hand and felt her nipple pebble, but Kitty pushed him away. “More, later.”
She took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. “Later. I’ll call you. Promise.” Kitty couldn’t believe she wasn’t lying this time.
“I think that’s a good idea.” His voice was warm, inviting. Kitty didn’t want to leave exactly, but she had to go to work.
She let him leave. Annoyance and anxiety filled her at the same time, as did other powerful emotions. This wasn’t good.