Posts Tagged ‘Rachel Kramer Bussel’

Want a free She’s on Top postcard?

January 17, 2008

So as it turns out, I have…a LOT of extra She’s on Top postcards. Like, thousands. And I need to make room for the pretty new Yes, Ma’am ones I’m getting. So if you’re in the U.S. and would like a She’s on Top postcards, just send your name and mailing address to me at rachelkramerbussel at with “She’s postcard” in the subject line and I’ll mail it right out. Thanks!

She's on Top cover

Watch Rachel read from She’s on Top

December 26, 2007

Soon I’ll have much more audio and video erotica for you, but for now, here’s me reading part of my She’s on Top story “His Just Rewards,” about a man who truly gets what’s coming to him!

Preaching to the Perverted

December 8, 2007

So I’ve been a huge fan of Guinevere Turner for a long time. You may know her from the classic lesbian film Go Fish, Cheryl Dunye’s amazing Watermelon Woman, her brief cameo in Chasing Amy, or as a writer on The L Word. One of my favorite films of hers has to be Preaching to the Perverted, and in fact, I took one of my pseudonyms from her – Tanya (for her role as Tanya Cheex in Preaching) Turner. If you haven’t seen this film yet, please go out and rent it now – or better yet, buy it, because you’ll probably be like me and want to watch it over and over again! Here’s the trailer:

I also love that on Amazon, people who’ve bought Preaching have bought She’s on Top – very cool! I highly recommend it to anyone into fetish, female domination, and/or Guinevere Turner.

A teaser from Yes, Ma’am – “Secretary’s Day” by Rachel Kramer Bussel

December 8, 2007

A little teaser to pique your interest in Yes, Ma’am – well, more than the cover and introduction have. From my story – you’ll have to wait for the book for the rest!

Yes, Ma'am cover

Secretary’s Day
by Rachel Kramer Bussel

The day of my interview with one of the top law firms in New York City, I’m sweating through my brand-new designer suit, desperately mopping at my brow as I try to look composed. I’m fresh out of Rutgers, making my way through round after round of Manhattan office buildings, steep high-rises filled with bankers, lawyers, editors, and businessmen. Being a male applying for a job as an administrative assistant in the year 2007 is no easy task, let me tell you. Sure, we’ve said that we’re all about equal opportunity, but to the minds of most bosses, the job is still that of a secretary, and she should be wearing a suit, heels and pearls. I’ve done plenty of temp work, can type one hundred words per minute, and am prompt and efficient, not to mention having edited the school paper, but so-so grades and a major in American studies have landed me here today.

Well, that and the fact that women in suits make my cock hard. Unbearably hard. So hard it’s almost painful. Women with power, the power to tower over me, to snap their fingers and make me obey; women who need their phones answered, need coffee brought to them, need a man “ready for anything,” as the classic David Allen business book advises. The kind of woman who’s got so much going on, who’s turbo-charged and needs someone to keep her action-packed, meeting-filled day running smoothly, those are the ones I dream about.

I’ve never told anyone about these fantasies, but I’ve had them for as long as I can remember. While my buddies went for the hot cheerleader types or the sweet girls-next-door, I was after the valedictorian, Audrey Hayden (and occasionally fantasized about our very prim and proper English teacher, who was actually British). With Audrey, I loved the way she raised her hand so knowingly in class, the smug look on her face when she finished a test, and, most especially, seeing her in her interview suits. She looked so efficient, so strong, like she could take over the world, become president or an ambassador. Power wasn’t something she questioned, but something she owned, and rather than wanting power of my own, I wanted her power unleashed on me. With Audrey, I never got up the courage to tell her how I felt, just looked longingly at her from afar.

Aside from my fetish, the fact is, if I want to move out of my parents’ house in Hackensack, I need to get a job fast. I’ve been grilled about my background, ambitions, and educational history, usually by creaky older guys who look like they could barely get it up in the sack, let alone submit to a woman if they were smart enough to know how exciting it would be. Or could be, I guess I should say, since I’ve never actually realized these fantasies. I’m just starting to drift off into my go-to jerk-off material, where I’m down on all fours getting my ass inspected by a woman with sharp, spiky heels, bright red lipstick, and a voice that could cut glass, when I hear my name called…by a woman who looks like she’s walked straight out of my naughty daydreams…

This one’s not out until March (but I promise it’s worth the wait), but what is out now is She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission:

She's on Top cover

Yes, Ma’am: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance will be out in March 2008!

December 7, 2007

Yes, Ma’am: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, will be published by Cleis Press in March 2008. Below you’ll find the cover (HOT!), publisher’s blurb, table of contents, and my introduction.

I’ll post more about it as it gets closer, and this blog will pertain to the book as well as the general topic of female dominance. Feel free to send any info/tips/questions to yesantho at and thanks for reading! If this cover/topic intrigue you, you’ll probably enjoy She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission. You can read some excerpts from She’s on Top on my website. And while nothing’s finalized, if these do well, I’d love to do more kinky books just like this! I’ll also have Yes, Ma’am postcards in a few months, so stay tuned.

Yes, Ma'am cover

What makes a man cower before a powerful woman? Find out as you experience the thrill of submission to the woman who dominates you day and night. In this collection, naughty boys get what’s coming to them from wicked wives and stern mistresses. From a naked party plaything at the mercy of a room full of powerful women to being tied up and shown how to truly please the woman of your dreams, these men get fully teased and taunted, receiving the punishments they truly deserve and crave. Yes, Ma’am gives a whole new meaning to the term “mean girls,” one that will be sure to delight and arouse you.

Yes, Ma’am Table of Contents

Introduction: Giving It Up: Letting Her Rule

Zero Sum Game by Alex Mendra
Secret Desires by Ellen Tevault
Tea for Three by Lee Ash
Exhibit A by Chris Cooper
A Different Kind of Reality Show by D. L. King
Secretary’s Day by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Wedding Night by Dominic Santi
Flash by Alison Tyler
It’s Cold Outside by Stephen Elliott
An Invitation to the Dance by Sylvane Alistair
Sticking with You by L. E. Bland
i 1t u 2 do sumfin 4 me by George Cross
Rope Burn by A. D. R. Forte
His Lady’s Manservant by Andrea Dale
Taming the Unruly by Debra Hyde
The Big What by Michael Hemmingson
The Mean Girl by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Connection by Kristina Wright

Giving It Up: Letting Her Rule

“What makes a man cower before a powerful woman?” I asked in my call for submissions for this book. What you’ll find here are numerous answers to that question, though surely there are infinitely more waiting to be written. Men are the ones gifted with all sorts of power in our society, but our dirty little secret is that so many of them long to strip themselves of this power, to be tied down, gagged, spanked, taken, owned. They want to be made to do a woman’s bidding, whether that means being ordered into a threesome or put on full, naked display, as you will read about here. They want to ease the burdens of manliness, if only for a little while, to be “ordered” to do all the naughty things they’ve dreamed of.

Submissive men are some of the most misunderstood, and invisible, sexual creatures around. Their voices simply aren’t heard in popular culture, though you’ll find them in plenty of bedrooms, in the blogosphere, and in fetish clubs. After putting together the anthologies He’s on Top and She’s on Top, I wanted to look at BDSM from the bottom’s perspective. Why would a man want to give up control? What does he get out of such an arrangement? These stories show you some of the tantalizing possibilities out there for sniveling men and the women who love them.

Men who crave the company of a dominant woman find her with wives, girlfriends, and dominatrices, sometimes bringing out the kinky tendencies of their partners, other times tapping into what’s already well developed, yet we rarely hear their authentic voices telling us what makes them shiver with fear and excitement. There’s still a taboo element to our leaders—in business, government, and the home—voluntarily relinquishing the top spot. Men are taught to be the hunters, not the hunted, and when the tables are turned, many are all too thrilled to be treated like scum. The flipside is that any woman who can lure a submissive man into her lair knows just how valuable a prize she’s gotten and will surely want to keep him happy, even if this means putting her foot down, literally, upon him, as the boss in “Secretary’s Day” does to her new hire.

“Masturbation without permission was strictly forbidden. This was the most difficult for me because I got so worked up being Rikka’s little whore that I desperately needed to jerk off,” writes Alex Mendra in “Zero Sum Game.” He describes his setup with the commanding Rikka as “perfection,” striving to be everything she desires, but delighting in each form of punishment she cooks up, whether a firm spanking across his ass or the sudsy scene she cooks up for him.

In Stephen Elliott’s “It’s Cold Outside,” the element of realism he so beautifully captures takes us far beyond the clichéd Catwoman fantasy into the stuff of real life, where a woman commandeers the body of the narrator while her boyfriend is asleep. She leaves him tied up, helpless—and horny, and he takes her marks with him, literally and figuratively, when they part.

In “The Mean Girl,” Teresa Noelle Roberts writes of a man reminiscing about his first fantasy domme, now embodied by his real-life Cruella. “I tasted every humiliation I’d ever faced in my hopeless pursuit of Muffy Spaulding—made new and fresh and delicious because now it was coming from Heather, whom I loved. Whom I really did worship, kinky games aside.”

There’s also plenty of humor here. In “A Different Kind of Reality Show” by D. L. King, the author takes us behind the TV screen, where a man is controlled by a cacophony of women’s voices, each taking more delight than the next in ordering him to humiliate himself for their pleasure.

Debra Hyde encapsulates perfectly why the “unruly” man doesn’t just wish to be tamed, but needs to be. “Fear no longer dominates; submission does. I am vessel and vassal—tool and toy, the means to her pleasure. I am hers.” If those words resonate with you, making you long for a woman to come along and grab you by the scruff of your neck, or order you to your knees, or simply control you with one fierce, all-knowing look, then this is the book for you. Go ahead, say the words out loud: “Yes, Ma’am.” Wherever your domme is, she’ll hear you.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City