Guest Post: BDSM Poetry by C.A. Bell
Today I have C.A. Bell here talking about her collection of BDSM Poetry. Over to you C.A!
Hi, and thanks for letting me pop by today to promote my new release BDSM poetry.
If you like poetry and BDSM then great! However, if you’re not a fan of poetry but love BDSM and everything that comes with it then lend me your ear a minute. Most people I know who love to read the BDSM genre of book, don’t give poetry a second look, and that’s fine, but as I’m promoting my new release and it is of course poetry, so I’m going to do my utmost to talk you round. I am first and foremost an erotic fiction writer and have in this collection written stories, but they are in rhyme (as my excerpt shows). I have found that writing in verse is a very powerful way of telling the reader a story. Though poems are much shorter than the average short story, I have found that no matter how short a poem, it can still be as emotional and captivating as a story you would read in an anthology etc. We all read for different reasons, whether that be to relax, escape everyday or just because we like it. Reading poetry is really no different to reading a novel. Yes, it’s shorter, yes, it rhymes, but it still sucks you in and takes you on a journey. So why not give it a go? I think you will be pleasantly surprised.
BDSM poetry is available at Amazon and on kindle unlimited, so please take a look and leave a review, as your feedback is always welcome and taken on-board.
The three of us knelt, collared and chained,
Waiting for one master, to teach the untrained.
The three of us were stripped, told to behave,
Told we were sluts, whores, and slaves.
He entered the room, we all bowed our heads,
His attire was magnificent, all blacks, gold’s, and reds.
Then under my chin, he placed his big hand,
Told me that tonight, I would follow his command.
I nodded my head, subserviently so,
Then he moved to the next, second in the row.
And said exactly the same to the second and third,
And then left the room without saying a word.
We all sat motionless, staring at the floor,
Until he entered again, slamming the door.
Knowing he was back sent a surge of exhilaration,
This was what I needed, strong domination.
He snatched up my chain, tugged me over to a stock,
Then positioned my head, arms, and a lock.
Then strode to the third servant, unhooked her lead,
Bent her over a desk, filled her arse with beads…
BDSM is a collection of poetry containing f/f, anal play, femdom, bondage, shibari, anal play and much more. It contains meaningful, intimate, and downright filthy poetry written in acrostic, ballad, cinquain, and free verse.
This collection is intended for the open-minded people out there who love all things BDSM.
So, let BDSM take you on a journey into the taboo, and give the most erogenous part of your body, your brain, a treat.
C.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her husband married and made a home. She is currently working on a number of projects, including the follow-on book to The Architect, and aspires to be a well-known author.