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Jaime Samms interview

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Jaime came to lyd as part of the Immortal Fire project. She contributed two very lovely stories – Windblown, and Black Roses to the collection. Since then she’s also released the erotic, seasonal story Muse’s Vacation.

Bryn: Jaime, you write m/m, pretty much exclusively. What made you decide to focus on this?

Jaime: When I first started writing, I naively set out to write a novel. (never did finish it). It had various familial relationships in it, a Prince, his cousin and best friend, and his sister, and their various love interests. In the beginning, the Prince’s love interest was a spy, who at first was mysterious enough to avoid being very gender specific. As the story progressed, it was revealed to me that he was a guy, and really, that relationship, rocky though it was, always rang the most true to me of the others on the story.

that was pre-Internet…

When I found Live journal, and the plethora of m/m slash and fan fiction, I found my home and my calling. It didn’t take long, less than a year, for me to branch away from fan fiction to writing about my own characters and their stories. They all, or mostly, seemed to be male. I suspect I have a strong affinity for the male mindset in some ways. I do find men easier to write than women, and I enjoy exploring relationships that explore power dynamics when those dynamics start out from equal, man to man, or, occasionally, woman to woman, and change because of influences other than gender.

Bryn: I find m/m relationships a lot more comfortable for power aggressive exchange. I know ‘Muse’s Vacation’ explores dominance and submission. Is that a theme we’re likely to see more of then?

Jaime: I would venture to say, yes, there will be more of that. While my men don’t tend to be very aggressive, in general, they do take on decidedly dominant or submissive roles lately. I tend to write blind, a pantser, some people call it. This lets stories and characters evolve very organically, and right now, the evolution of my writing seems to be leaning toward D/s relationships. I follow these trends in my writing, rather than lead them, taking things where the spirit moves me to go. that all sounds very esoteric and all, but really, it just means the characters write themselves and I listen. Right now, this dynamic intrigues me, and I’m willing to keep exploring it.

Bryn: Have you ever been really surprised by the direction a story has gone in?

Jaime: Usually, the surprise comes when I’m stuck, I get worked up and frustrated, and the surprise is how simple the solution turns out to be. I will say, though, that in the first novel I wrote, which I recently went back to re haul there was a great surprise in that one of the characters, who I blithely killed off near the end, turned out to be the love interest of the main character. I only figured this out after I decided he had to die, though. Now I’m troubled as to what to do. I could substitute in a red shirt for the death, and leave happy alone. Or I could reflect that in real life, sometimes, perfect couples are torn apart too soon. They are guards, and there is a war. Stands to reason…

In another story, the mc had sex with the wrong man. Out of spite. Not spite for his boyfriend, but spite for the man he fucked. Not pretty, but then broken characters rarely are. Fixing him is proving to be a challenge.

Come to think on it, a nice surprise would be fantastic… lol!

Bryn: I like dark and realistic, and the uncertainty as to what sort of an ending is likely. Do you have a clear sense of what your characters look like before you start?

Jaime: You’ll like the project I’m working on next for LYD, then. Dark, gritty, set in an alternate universe from our own, a very broken character, and uncertain love are all features of this next story. If the sun shines at the end, it will be through a crack in the overcast, I think. But it will shine. I require it to shine down on them, however uncertain it is to last.

Goodness. No. In some cases, I never get a really clear picture of what they look like. In one story on my website, Long Road Home (http://www.jaime-samms.net/), the characters don’t even have names. I don’t know what their names are, don’t really know what they look like. I just know they are meant to be together, however long it took them to get there.

Bryn: Ooh, this I very much like the sound of! Anywhere else online people can follow you?

Jaime: My Live Journal: http://dontkickmycane.livejournal.com/ has promo for fellow authors, book reviews, and sometimes, a personal rant or two. I also blog: http://jaimesamms.blogspot.com/?zx=767433e8e8796b26 though intermittently…

I’m a reviewer for Dark Diva Reviews, where we review romance nad erotica, and I tend to focus on gay romance, and at Kuriousity, where I review Yoai light novels.

http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/

http://www.kuri-ousity.com/about/

I do love to spout my opinion about the books I read, which I read a lot of. I can’t get enough of the written word.

Bryn: Me too! I’m a total blog junky. Thanks for chatting Jaime.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4 – The Room of Dominion

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

 

Chapter 4  - by Lady Midnight

 

In the Room of Dominion

 

Lady Velvet stood before the full-length mirror as Chrissy, her new slave, tightened the corset. The lavender leather melted around her curves as if it were painted. “We have very special guests tonight, darling, and you look adorable.”

 

“Thank you, Mistress,” Chrissy mewed with a bat of her lashes.

 

Lady Velvet moved through the wide corridor, her signature velvet skirt dusting the carpeted surface. Past antiques and museum-quality paintings collected from the world over by doting admirers, she swirled into the atrium with Chrissy on her heels.

 

“Mistress, is there something I can do for you?”

 

“As I said, darling, these guests are special. The room is prepared to specifications, and we have nothing more to do than welcome them.” The Lady sat at her desk, and clicked on the monitor for a remote inspection of the venue. “Actually, darling, we are serving as Dungeon Masters, and have nothing to do but sit here and watch…just to make sure no one gets hurt.”

 

“Mistress, have I told you lately that I LOVE this job?”

 

Lady Velvet stroked through the soft strands of the girl’s hair and pinched a nipple. “Sweet baby.” Turning back to her work, she noticed that Jase had arrived…looking jittery. But Cap was already waiting in a dark corner, the predator. She could feel his hunger.

 

With the stealth of a leopard, he dropped onto the seat of the bike and captured his prey. Those huge arms wrapped like tentacles. The color of Jase’s vitality drained instantly as he froze. His instinct had failed him.

 

“This is going to be an interesting evening,” Lady Velvet murmured. As the proper hostess, she rose from her chair and stood near the door. Moments later, it burst open revealing an old friend, Cap, and his latest acquisition. “My Lord,” she said warmly.

 

Because Jase was wrapped tightly in his right arm, he extended his left hand.   

“And how are you, dear Lady?” he asked with a wink.

 

The rigidity of his muscles and narrowness of his eyes spoke of his agitation. “As always, My Lord, I’ll be here if you need anything.” With a nod she directed him down the hallway to his most revisited fantasy land.

 

Cap dragged Jase into the corridor and opened the door on The Room of Dominion. The equipment he needed to make this little slut his own sprawled before him. In the corner was an exam table replete with stirrups for close-up inspections. In the center a veritable Jungle Gym made of 2” box steel sporting an incline board, St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking horse and a swing. Under the black light the lateral surfaces glowed in lavender neon.

 

Cap tossed tonight’s victim to an empty corner upholstered in the same soft vinyl, reflecting the lavender light. Jase’s nose pressed into the thick padding, his body shivering. The man’s weight held him firmly as the hands groped his flesh.

 

“I know Velvet gave you a mask to reduce you to nothing but an object for me. But I have something better.” Cap grabbed a half-mask hood off the wall and dropped it over Jase’s head. The zipper closed to trap him within his own anxiety now. The collar wrapped around his neck and the click of a lock resounded. Perfectly blinded, no matter how much he struggled he couldn’t remove the hood.

 

The anxiety Cap so loved swelled in Jase to a flash point. He jerked violently, his heart pumping wildly. Coherent thought had ceased in favor animal instinct. The need to flee hardened him for battle.

 

He thrust backwards in Cap’s grip to throw him off. This man was a monster, the hardened cock lengthening up his spine. “Easy, sweetie, you’re okay.” Quite generously, Cap backed off to let Jase breathe.

 

“I’ve done the wrong thing,” he admitted.

 

Cap released his hold completely. “No, you haven’t, honey. You need this in ways you can’t even imagine yet. Instinctively, you know you need it.” He took a few steps backwards to widen the distance between them. “Listen to my voice,” he commanded. “Turn around.”

 

Jase’s heart fluttered wildly to hear the deep growl of a powerful force. Unable to command himself, his feet shuffled to face his attacker. Unable to see, only to scent the lust swelling in a cloud of sweet perfume, he insisted, “I’ve done the wrong thing.”

 

“The belt,” Cap said. “Open it.”

 

Jase’s hand rose slowly as he repeated, “I’ve done the wrong thing.” The belt swished through the loops and fell to the floor. As he reached to open his pants, he heard a distant voice say ‘Slowly, I’m watching.’ Painfully, his cock stabbed at the zipper as he lowered it.

 

His jeans fell to his ankles, revealing him completely and offering himself as some kind of sacrifice. Dizzy with the sensations of helplessness, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it. He pressed into the padded walls feeling the roving eyes of a hungry man

deciding his fate.

 

“I’ve done the wrong thing,” he cried.

 

But he was powerless to run, to save himself, to even throw himself at the mercy of this man. He felt a disturbance in the air as if a storm brewed. Fingers wrapped around his thigh.

 

“You’ve never sucked cock before, boy.”

 

Jase shook in agreement, his fear having overwhelmed his flaccid organ. “How could you know that?”

 

Master laughed, always amused by these new ones, these over-achievers and wannabes. “It’s what you need, boy. On your knees.”

 

As if the bones in his legs melted, he slipped against the wall. He heard the rip of a zipper as his knees met the floor.

 

“This is easier if you let me do it,” Cap said. “And don’t ever forget how much I appreciate virgins. Hold your hands behind your back.”

 

Slowly, Jase obeyed. Instantly, the air instantly heated and closed around him. He felt small and puny in this space, yet a sense of calm washed over him. The scent of this god swelled to ease his fear. Still, he insisted, “I’ve done the wrong thing.”

 

“Shhhh,” Cap purred. So anxious to have this one, he reached out to stroke the boy’s cheek. “You may address me as Sir.”

 

But no words issued forth. Jase’s tongue swept over his lips as his head snapped in the direction of Cap’s hand. His mouth opened, his own hunger surging to command his will.

 

A thumb swept into his mouth, his jaw clamping down as if it were sustenance. The taste of salt, the residue of tobacco, and perhaps, a little herb lingered there, enriching an emptiness he’d long harboured. Starving for something he’d fantasized of constantly, he sucked hard.

 

To hear that grumble of laughter from his captor only enlivened his need. Cap knew why he had fought it so long even if he didn’t. Jase released his hold on his hands and let them sweep upward. But a sudden stab in his mouth stilled him completely.

 

“No!” The sound pierced his ears with a thud. The thick thumb in his mouth pressed hard on his tongue to take control. “Put your hands behind your back and pay attention to me, boy.”

 

Tears lurched into his eyes, frightened to anger this man. Quickly, he grabbed a wrist and was forced to straighten by the thumb winding down his throat.

 

“It’s so much easier when you let me do it, honey.”

 

Violently, his throat contracted as he gagged. Only slowly, Cap removed his thumb and stroked the slick moisture over his cheek. Coughing to steady to himself, Jase gasped, “Yes, Sir.”

 

“Oh, I like that. That feels good,” Cap insisted. “Say it again.”

 

His breath quivering, Jase ground out, “Yes, Sir.”

 

“That could make me fall in love, sweetheart,” Cap taunted. His thumb pressed into the cheek to create a little pain. “Let it open. Let go of the jaw and let it open.”

 

Cap wrapped his fingers to Jase’s face to ease the lips apart. Tempting him, he swept the flesh between thumb and fingers over the teeth. “I want my sluts to be available. But I can see this is your first time out.”

 

Jase dropped to his ass, his heels digging into the hard muscles. Overwhelmed by this closeness, his head dropped to the wall. The atmosphere was superheated as if a blowtorch neared. The enflamed skin of a cock rubbed over his cheek to his ear.

 

“Oh god, Sir,” Jase screamed. His head swiveled toward the heat with laser accuracy. His mouth opened to capture the head of the huge cock and clamped down.

 

“Easy, you little whore,” Cap laughed. He stroked the jaw to loosen it a little as he angled toward the roof of the mouth. “Fallatio is an artform.”

 

Jase shuddered to feel this submission. Still fighting off the rush of hormones from fear, his tongue stroked the massive length. He dared guess what it was; he was forbidden to touch. With only enough contact to stroke his lust, the cock retreated.

 

“Sir, no, please…”

 

Cap closed Jase’s jaw and forced him to the corner. “You need it,” Cap growled.

 

“Yes,” Jase gasped. “I don’t know why.”

Cap dusted his cock over the quivering lips. He squeezed the length of his penis for the few drops of cum that would change this man’s life. “You need it,” he insisted.

 

Jase’s tongue flicked over his lips, a taste like nothing other, yet it had the power to charge his nervous system. As if everything in his body finally stabilized, he nodded. Tremors rolled through his body realigning his energy, his focus, and his need on this single source of sustenance.

 

“I need it, Sir,” he cried out.

 

By the collar, he was jerked upright and dragged across the room. He landed squarely on his back, the sensation of cold, unfeeling vinyl enveloping his senses. Straps were pulled over his chest and hips; his hands were stretched and lashed to the wall behind. Forced into the stirrups, his ankles were tied tightly.

 

Completely locked down, Jase cried out, the words nonsensical.

 

“No need to fight me, boy. You’d find yourself in a much better place if you’d care to seduce me.”

 

As if he’d been hurtling through space and suddenly hit a wall, Jase’s body cramped. Every muscle screamed in agony to be restrained. Yet he could feel his cock lengthening as if his Master willed it. Seduce this man?

 

“Look at that,” Cap snarled. “You might have thought you did the wrong thing, but the cock is exactly where it wants to be.” His heated hand wrapped around the tight sac and squeezed a little.  “You’re gonna relax, or it’s gonna hurt really bad.”

 

“Master, please let me suck you,” Jase screamed.

 

A twist of evil saturated the laughter. Cap forced the knees open and stood between them. His finger drew a ticklish circle on the belly outlining the Jase’s cock without touching it. “You’re gonna learn to suck cock, sweetheart. But I don’t want you to fall into any bad habits. Lady Velvet teaches that class.”

 

“Sir!” Jase roared. The emptiness rose once again and overwhelmed him. He jerked violently against the bonds, his knees clamped to Cap’s sides. Like a caged animal he fought against the impossible.

 

Amused, Cap watched this well-adorned and endowed Adonis squirm uncontrollably. The energy that hunger created stroked his own desire. Letting it rise to a fever-pitch, the color in the boy burning brightly now, he grabbed the cock like the strike of a cobra. His fingers crushed on the trunk-like organ.

 

“Oh Sir,” Jase panted. His chest heaved in an effort to sustain him. Never before had he felt such power in an embrace. Completely rattled, his resistance evaporated and his body seemed to collapse.

 

Without warning, the thick fingers wrapped to the cheeks of his ass. The lubed weapon pushed at his hole. “This is all you need, boy. Whatever I say you need. You’re gonna service a lot of cock while you’re with me, but you need none of them but this one.”

 

The rigid dick felt like a pipe bomb as it opened the muscles. The sensation of being taken, of being stolen away from everything monotone into a sparkling place of pain and paradise filled Jase’s vision. With a heavy sigh, he opened completely to swallow his Master.

 

“That’s exactly what I want from you, boy. Surrender.” Gently, Cap stroked the virgin hole, his heart swelling to feel this peacefulness rise. This one satisfied in ways others didn’t. This virgin innocence on a Harley spoke of a range of expression uncommon in most. He held the hips and forced in a little deeper to illicit a moan. “I am all you’ll ever need, slave.”

 

The boy’s voice deepened to the register of lust as his hips thrust forward. Within the narrow limits of movement, he writhed best he could, the muscles rippling over the abdomen. Cap grasped his sides, feeling the resistance and the fear dispelled by this one simple action. As Lady Velvet would say, a thirty-something virgin is a sin.

 

“Master, I have to cum,” Jase cried.

 

“No, you don’t,” Cap growled. He clenched on the boy’s cock and twisted hard to break the sensation. “You cum when I let you, baby. So pay attention.”

 

The rythym was Cap’s as he slowly drilled deep. The rough surface of his palm stroked the boy’s organ as his hips retreated and then dove. “You cum with me, boy. It’s okay if it hurts. That little virgin hole is gonna clamp tight when you cum…just the way I like it.”

 

Like a power-stroke engine, Cap jerked the cock. Jase screamed, his ass filled with a bomb ready to explode. It pulled out only a little to take aim at his prostate. With one steady push, it crushed in.

 

“Master!!!” The table creaked as he jerked violently, the straps strained to their limit. His anus tightened into bands of steel sending a searing pain into his nervous system. A gush of fire from his Master’s cock ignited an explosion in his balls. As if he’d never cum in his life, his cock ripped open.

 

 Cap shuddered as he panted, soaking up this little slut’s energy like a parched sponge. “Very good boy,” he praised. Gently, his hand’s wrapped around Jase’s heaving rib cage.

 

“Don’t leave me,” Jase uttered, his voice broken with shame. Insistently, he wiggled and admitted, “It hurts so bad.”

 

“Just breathe,” Cap purred. He pulled his slowly-wanning organ out just a little to re-freshen the sensation. “You don’t want  me to leave because it hurts so good, honey.” With a quick yank, Cap parted from his slave. He stepped away from the table to let the air settle.

 

“Master, your cock, I need to suck it.”

 

“I know what you need, boy. I’ll be out of town this week, but if you’re a good and learn your lessons from Lady Velvet on cock-sucking, I may have something special for you when I see you next weekend. I trust you have the ability to remove the clothing in the garage now?”

 

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

 

“I expect to see you hooded, the hood locked, on your knees and elbows on the cold concrete floor waiting for me.”

 

Jase nodded, knowing he could depend on Lady Velvet to get him prepared to meet his Master again. “Will I hear from you this week?”

 

“If I find the time. I’m more interested in what the Lady has to say. She’ll be in to take care of you in just a little bit.”

 

Jase nodded, more aware of himself than he had been for hours. Spasms in his muscles gripped him as surely as that man had, redoubling as he heard the door slam. On fire and left abandoned, his confusion began to rise. But only a moment later, he heard her voice cooing, “Very good boy.”

 

Quickly, the straps were released and air filled his lungs. His knees creaked as they bent and his shoulders clenched as he tried to move them. With a quick snap of the lock, the hood was removed. His vision filled with her smile, her figure shadowed by the purple haze of neon light.

 

“Where is he?” Jase asked incredulously. “Was he even real?”

 

“He’s very real, darling, let me assure you completely.” She grabbed his hand as Chrissy shoved from behind. Barely able to find the floor with his feet, he wrapped around both to be led away.

 

In the bathroom, he was laid on a table with a plastic pillow under his head. A soft mist of warm water heated by sunlamps danced over his flushed skin. Chrissy wrinkled her nose with a Valley Girl sigh as she giggled. “That was fucking hot, honey.” She laid a damp wash cloth over his eyes to protect them.

 

“Alright, darling, we have only a week to get that throat open for Master. Work, work, work,” Lady Velvet sighed. “But I suggest you get him cleaned up, because you have a few more chores this evening.” Lady Velvet trapped the little slave between her hips and the table.

 

With the heat of Lady’s thighs sizzling on her own, she mewed, “Labors of love, my Mistress.” 

 

“I’d like to plan the boy’s work week while you…”

 

“I know, Mistress. You do your best work in bed.”

 

 

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