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Sir – Black Mirror Meets Fifty Shades of Grey

https://mbblissett.com/sir/

My series of erotica (NSFW) which I remain proud of, and thought I would bring it to people’s attention, especially with so many new subscribers here.

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Sir 2.0 Omnibus Edition (NSFW)

https://mbblissett.com/sir/

A science fiction/erotica series about the limits of personal freedom, desire and technology.

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Empress

She lounges on the couch, her lean limbs encased in black slick latex. A riding crop dangles from her right hand and she gives you a cold slash of a smile.

‘Now, here, you pretty thing, is my domain.’

She stands up and stretches out as though she were about to take exercise. She is a beautiful study in monochrome, creamy skin and jet black hair cut in at the neck and around her ears. If death and desire had a child, she would bear their intertwined lineage.

You look up at her, burning with adoration as she strides forward on heeled boots and takes your face in her left hand. Her long, gloved fingers bite into the line of jaw and you gaze into her cold, blue eyes with awe.

‘You do not speak unless spoken to, nod if you understand.’

You move her head as much as her grip allows. Her will is absolute and your surrender raises another thin smile.

‘Good, now as to how you will address me, my title is Empress.’

A shiver of anticipation travels down your spine as she steps around you and grabs the hair at the back of your head. Your eyes well up at the needling, clear burst of hurt that wipes away the uncertainty of thought. She tells you to get on your hands and knees then raise your backside in the air.

‘Yes, Empress.’

You say this to test her and immediately a line of pain burns across the tender skin of your buttocks. You gasp and sag forward before regaining control and pushing yourself back up onto your hands and knees.

She chuckles and you hear the staccato clip of her heels against the wooden floor. Your breathing quickens and you shut your eyes, reduced and elevated as you relax into the kingdom of authority and feeling that she offers you.

All you need do is obey.

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Sir: Episode 2

The painting took up the whole wall, someone’s profile picture recreated in oils and magnified to grand proportions.  Her black hair contained within it a river of different colours to capture the careless light in the photograph. I was roused from my feigned contemplation by a warm hand at my shoulder.

‘David? ‘ Continue reading

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Ask Me

400I respect you enough

To make a fist of your hair

I understand the sublime irony

Of how powerful a woman as you

Can be made to get on your knees

And still blow it all apart

With a single word.

To hold your throat and know

That the game ends

when you say so

But fuck I love playing

With you

There’s an expression you make

That in a kinder, more loving world

Would be as common as a smile.

We play with the lightness

That this about us wanting

Not needing one another.

I could fucking crush you

with the force of my want

and it’s what you always

hoped from the first time

you asked me.

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere 05/11/2014

It’s become a stronger piece. I have learned a lot from the last two books, the process of writing and editing them has, to my delight, found it’s way into stronger writing. I don’t characterize it as a genre, in fact, it’s the thing I am least comfortable about. You live with a book for a long time, and then when it’s left, you are torn between relief and regret. You can worry over a piece forever, but eventually you have to let it out into the world and see how it’s received.

Tonight, I cut a lot of the exposition, restructured the sentences and for all that, I merely let the characters interact with one another. It’s about cutting loose in the confines of the page and seeing what comes up, then making that presentable and work as a piece of writing.  This one features a BDSM relationship, but without the high camp that seems to feature in the literature. Although it’s not a fetish of mine, it’s interesting to write about in the context of the characters, which I can’t reveal without spoiling too much of it.

The aim will be to get this one finished, let it rest then start another one. I also have plans for some short fiction and there’s a few ideas that I have developing. The trick is not to worry about what anyone else is doing and focus on what you’re doing. I’ve gone off the idea of giving writing advice because it feels static, and without the flow of interaction, then it’s just me talking at you rather than to you, which is never what I enjoy doing.  I enjoy the interactions with you, I genuinely enjoy when people take the time to post comments or even to like something I post. It’s a fairly rigorous path that I follow, but that’s been part of what I enjoy talking about.

I resist the temptation to talk about politics because rants are seldom attractive to anyone but the author. I’m a bit more peaceful than I used to be. Less hung up about things which has been a pleasant side effect of finding a purpose and aligning my life around it. I feel charged, if you get my meaning.

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Secretary

It’s twelve years old now, and it’s still perfect.   The expression on Maggie Gyllenhal’s face as she walks through the office is exquisite. Not merely because she is beautiful, but because it is the expression of a woman getting her needs met. 

Even in the scenes of the self harming, there’s an expression that is akin to release, not ecstacy  but there is a sense of the self being relinquished. The rituals that she has, they anesthetize the action, make it pretty in a way that’s delightfully visual and part of the overall aesthetic.

I have had the author Mary Gaitskill recommended to me, and I’ve added a selection to my wish list. That’s almost a palpable pleasure in itself, knowing that there’s always great writing out there, both to be enjoyed and educated by. 

Regardless, if you’ve not seen the film, then you should. It’s also a sweet and positive portrayal of a woman’s ascension into a place of healing and acceptance, as well as a realised relationship. It’s worth it for the performances alone, James Spader, Jeremy Davis, Lesley Ann Warren and Stephen McHattie ( a personal favourite of mine) all make for an incredible cast and it’s a delight. 

I’m not one of those who think that nothing great is forthcoming in cinema, but this film has a sensibility that I hope to see again. Not a tribute or a remake but a similar freedom of spirit and humour.

 

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