Updates may be irregular over the next few weeks, I am entering a pretty busy phase and as much as I love updating this blog on a regular basis, something has to give and I prefer that it not be my sanity, or worse, my passion for spanking stories. (It is possible to run out of passion for spanking stories? Probably not. They’re like Oxygen or Hydrogen or Helium. They’re the elemental Spankium, but I digress.)
Anyway, here’s something relevant to your interests perhaps, some lesbian / domme stories from another author with the word ‘Renard’ in her pen name.
Third Rail
by Giselle Renarde
“When did I become my own rival for your affections?”
Perhaps it is a touch unusual to have a girlfriend and boyfriend both living in the same body, but Kokoro doesn’t classify her relationship with Fiona and Martin as strange. Kokoro rides the third rail, a dutifully subservient lover to both aspects of her transgendered partner’s psyche.
She goes home with Fiona at night, a transformation takes place, and she leaves the house with Martin the next morning. In between, Kokoro discovers that the dynamics of domination and submission aren’t necessarily rooted in black leather. The emotional interplay, “this game of wills,” as Fiona calls it, is a greater aphrodisiac than toy-shop trappings. Fiona is a willful Domme, even in her flowing white skirt and plain cotton panties.
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Excerpt:
A throb of anticipatory pleasure descended on Kokoro’s cunt as she pulled her black top up and over her head. “Better?”
With her trademark head-tilt and shrug, Fiona replied, “It’s a start.” Her desire washed over Kokoro like a tropical waterfall, consuming the vision of the slender Japanese girl in her new pink bra. The thin floral lace couldn’t begin to conceal nipples hardening into tight buds. Kokoro was ready, waiting patiently, for the torture to begin.
“My lingerie is coordinated,” she assured her dish-washing dominatrix.
“It better be.”
“Always is, for you,” Kokoro replied. “I know your preferences.”
“If you know what I want, why are you still wearing that skirt?”
Kokoro slipped out of her black A-line skirt, smoothing her fingers across the frilly waist of her pink lace tanga panties. She knew better than to ask what Fiona thought. She would speak only when spoken to.
“Come on, Fifi! How long does it take to wash two plates?” Okay, she would try to speak only when spoken to.
Fiona shot her a death-stare. “What did you call me?”
“Fifi,” Kokoro mocked like an impudent youth.
Drying her hands on a dishtowel, Fiona scolded, “And what made you think I’d appreciate you calling me something so ridiculous?”
“What?” Kokoro asked with an innocent smirk. “It’s a diminutive of ‘Fiona.’ I thought you might like it.”
Standing against the kitchen table, she had nowhere to run as Fiona approached. The glowing embers in
her lover’s eyes ignited as those water-warmed hands grasped the straps of Kokoro’s new bra, pulling them down until the pink lace hung at her hips. Her nipples stood erect, encouraging Fiona’s vicious touch. Invitation accepted, Fiona trapped those tender buds between copper fingernails.“Don’t play this game of wills with me, Koko. You’ll never win.”
