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“What shall we do with you?” The Queen’s question hangs in the air, reminding you of all you have lost in such a short time. Yesterday you would have given your right arm to move out of the little flat you share with skittering rodents and a semi-feral kitty named Dinah who delights in clawing you when you sleep, but right now, you’d give your soul to be back inside the familiar confines of those slowly mildewing four walls.

“Please Ma’am, your Majesty, I just want to go home,” you whimper pitifully

Queen Rael and Constance exchange looks. “And where is home?” Rael asks.

“420 Baker Street, Candlewick Lane, 90805,” you inform her meekly.

The resulting stares from both the Queen and her Officer are blanker than the blankest of blank things. “In America,” you add helpfully.
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Those of you who put up with me will have noticed that I’ve been dabbling in imagery of late. I’ve come up with a few fairly half-assed sketches here and there, but nothing of any real substance – until now. Fixxer is a disciplinary web comic narrated by its namesake, a brat named Fixxer.

Fixxer has fangs and nerves of steel and she would be highly regarded amongst the ranks of the Terrors, if it weren’t for the fact that, unlike her contemporaries, she regards the dark ‘Master’ not as the ultimate authority, but as a force to be tested.

Click the image to read the first page of Fixxer.

(Fixxer will update weekly, so hit subscribe on the Trouble Books main site to stay updated.)

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.

Click ‘more’ to read a free excerpt.

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You shrug. If  Constance insists you’re a bard, then you guess you’re a bard.

“Fine, I am a bard. Bring me a lute and I’ll serenade you from dusk to dawn,” you promise with whimsical sarcasm.

“That would be pleasant indeed.” A new voice enters the conversation, a low, feminine voice that holds a great deal of amusement. You turn to see what can only be the queen standing at the entrance to her chambers and though you’ve already opened your mouth for another sarcastic comeback, you find yourself simply standing there wordlessly with your mouth open as you look at her.  She is everything you imagined she would be, and yet entirely different at the same time.
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