The Red Queen
Adventures in Fetishland
Book One
S. NanoAdventures in Fetishland
Book One
Genre: BDSM/Fetish/Fantasy
Publisher: eXcessica
Date of Publication: 18th May 2018
Word Count: 78,000
Cover Artist: Kevin Blisse
Tagline: A girl’s journey into submission in a BDSM/fetish fantasy world.
Book Description:
In this BDSM reinvention of Alice in Wonderland, Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour where she works into 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 deeper 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.
Reviews
Wow, this book starts off hot and it doesn’t let up for a moment – Raunchy Reader
This is a powerful read, and one that demands you submit yourself to the power of the tale– Bending the Bookshelf
This book grabbed my attention from the first page and had me staying up late in the night to read more…Uber hot book. Whew!! – Erzabet Enchantments
O.M.G!! This book is kinky and hot. – Books, Books and More Books
Excerpt:
The metal tips
of her stiletto shoes clicked against the black-and-white chequer-board floor
tiles; each step instinctively, without thought or effort, alternating between
black and white. As she made her stately progress across the tiled floor, she
mused on the aptness of the symbolism that reflected the extremities of the
world she inhabited and held sway over: darkness and light, cruelty and
kindness, pain and pleasure, humiliation and reward. She commanded over her
domain like a chess master playing a twisted and beautifully imagined chess
game in which she, the Red Queen with a black heart, orchestrated proceedings
and her slaves were pawns. She stood before her gothic mirror and admired her
image reflected within its black cast-iron frame. The Queen of Hearts was
ready.
of her stiletto shoes clicked against the black-and-white chequer-board floor
tiles; each step instinctively, without thought or effort, alternating between
black and white. As she made her stately progress across the tiled floor, she
mused on the aptness of the symbolism that reflected the extremities of the
world she inhabited and held sway over: darkness and light, cruelty and
kindness, pain and pleasure, humiliation and reward. She commanded over her
domain like a chess master playing a twisted and beautifully imagined chess
game in which she, the Red Queen with a black heart, orchestrated proceedings
and her slaves were pawns. She stood before her gothic mirror and admired her
image reflected within its black cast-iron frame. The Queen of Hearts was
ready.
“How do I look
Duchess?” she asked, turning to her transvestite companion and lady-in-waiting.
Duchess?” she asked, turning to her transvestite companion and lady-in-waiting.
“I’m speechless,
madam, really I am. You look absolutely stunning, a true fetish red queen,” she
answered.
madam, really I am. You look absolutely stunning, a true fetish red queen,” she
answered.
She examined her
image in the mirror carefully appraising every detail of her dress and make-up
to ensure it met her exacting standards. She held her body upright and smoothed
the shiny metallic red PVC panel of the ankle-length skirt, straightened her
ruby encrusted tiara and made a final adjustment to the black heart-shaped
choker around her neck. Yes, she thought, she looked perfect.
image in the mirror carefully appraising every detail of her dress and make-up
to ensure it met her exacting standards. She held her body upright and smoothed
the shiny metallic red PVC panel of the ankle-length skirt, straightened her
ruby encrusted tiara and made a final adjustment to the black heart-shaped
choker around her neck. Yes, she thought, she looked perfect.
She turned and
stepped off the black-and-white floor tiles taking a few steps to face one of
the male slaves who served in her realm. His wrists were secured with leather
cuffs, which had a rope attached to them and threaded through a metal ring
fixed into the ceiling pulled tight so that his arms were stretched out. His
ankles were similarly bound in leather cuffs and secured to rings set in the
floor, his legs stretched just wide enough to cause discomfort but for the
soles of his feet to lie flat on the black carpeted floor.
stepped off the black-and-white floor tiles taking a few steps to face one of
the male slaves who served in her realm. His wrists were secured with leather
cuffs, which had a rope attached to them and threaded through a metal ring
fixed into the ceiling pulled tight so that his arms were stretched out. His
ankles were similarly bound in leather cuffs and secured to rings set in the
floor, his legs stretched just wide enough to cause discomfort but for the
soles of his feet to lie flat on the black carpeted floor.
Hanging from him
his balls was a large cast-iron ball weight forged into the letter ‘N’. ‘N’ for
Nemesis, the Queen of Hearts smiled to herself, the name taken from the Greek
goddess of fate and retribution and one of the personas she adopted in the
fetish fantasy realm she had created and ruled over. She lifted the weight up
and traced her finger along the letter and then let it drop heavily. The
blindfolded man gasped as the velocity of the falling weight stretched his
balls. The Red Queen merely laughed sadistically at his predicament. She
gestured to the Duchess who, silently and secretly, stood behind her helpless
victim and lifted the blindfold from his eyes to reveal the vision of his mistress
transformed into the Queen of Hearts.
his balls was a large cast-iron ball weight forged into the letter ‘N’. ‘N’ for
Nemesis, the Queen of Hearts smiled to herself, the name taken from the Greek
goddess of fate and retribution and one of the personas she adopted in the
fetish fantasy realm she had created and ruled over. She lifted the weight up
and traced her finger along the letter and then let it drop heavily. The
blindfolded man gasped as the velocity of the falling weight stretched his
balls. The Red Queen merely laughed sadistically at his predicament. She
gestured to the Duchess who, silently and secretly, stood behind her helpless
victim and lifted the blindfold from his eyes to reveal the vision of his mistress
transformed into the Queen of Hearts.
The cruel
piercing blue eyes, framed in ruby streaked ebony hair, met her victim’s as the
blindfold was removed permitting him to feast his eyes on her. He gasped and
then moaned in homage at the formidable and ravishing presence before him. She
stood there, her heaving cleavage held tight in a shiny electric red PVC bodice
festooned with black hearts and framed with a ruff in gold. This is the part I
love, she mused. The look in their eyes when she reveals herself; that look of
mesmerised devotion mixed with fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the seductive
torment they know she is capable of inflicting on them.
piercing blue eyes, framed in ruby streaked ebony hair, met her victim’s as the
blindfold was removed permitting him to feast his eyes on her. He gasped and
then moaned in homage at the formidable and ravishing presence before him. She
stood there, her heaving cleavage held tight in a shiny electric red PVC bodice
festooned with black hearts and framed with a ruff in gold. This is the part I
love, she mused. The look in their eyes when she reveals herself; that look of
mesmerised devotion mixed with fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the seductive
torment they know she is capable of inflicting on them.
“So, are you
ready to submit to the Queen of Hearts?” her voice whispered with more than a
hint of playfulness mingled with the malice.
ready to submit to the Queen of Hearts?” her voice whispered with more than a
hint of playfulness mingled with the malice.
“Yes mistress,”
was the breathless reply.
was the breathless reply.
“Mistress?” the
inflection of her voice was raised and indignant, “Do you think that’s the
correct form of address for the Red Queen?”
inflection of her voice was raised and indignant, “Do you think that’s the
correct form of address for the Red Queen?”
“No your
majesty. I mean your majesty. Of course, I mean your majesty.”
majesty. I mean your majesty. Of course, I mean your majesty.”
About the Author:
S. Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.
Adventures in Fetishland Book One: The Red Queen is the 2nd edition of his first full length novel. ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure and ‘La Contessa’ a BDSM novel set in 18th century Venice have also been published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.
He is a regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration for erotic stories in historical settings, in 2015.
He has been known to dress up as a Fetish Hatter to promote his work.
Web site: http://www.slavenano.co.uk/writing
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen
