"The Art of Darkness" has appeared in the collection "Yes, Sir."
Lucrezia Magazine said: "Yes, Sir opens with Alison Tyler's story The Art of Darkness. Her main character Greer, finally admits her fears to her Dom, Killian, and in his own kinky, dominant way pushes her to overcome them."
This is a 2,800 word story.
Excerpt:
When Killian had first suggested a blindfold, I'd balked. Worse than that, I'd safeworded, to his total shock. "Jasmine," I'd said quickly.
"What did you say?"
"Jasmine.Jasmine.Jasmine." The words were strung together in my haste.
"You do everything else, Greer," he murmured, surprised at my instantaneous and - in his view - negative response. "You willingly wear the cuffs, the collar, the chastity belt. You bend over for my cock any time. Anywhere. Why won't you wear a blindfold?"
I shrugged, unwilling to say, while he continued.
"That's practically vanilla sex. Women who read Ladies' Home Journal use blindfolds."
I wondered where he got that last bit of information. He didn't know any women who read Ladies' Home Journal. But I understood his point. Blindfolds were almost comically acceptable now. I could have walked into any one of my friends' apartments and found one tucked in a dresser drawer. Who wouldn't wear a blindfold?
That was simple: me.
"You've let me drip wax on you, let me use anal beads the size of walnuts. We own a crop, a flogger, a studded paddle, and a cane. What's up with a blindfold?"
I hadn't wanted to admit the truth right away. What if he thought I was some sort of freak? But Killian simply wouldn't let go of the concept.
Lucrezia Magazine said: "Yes, Sir opens with Alison Tyler's story The Art of Darkness. Her main character Greer, finally admits her fears to her Dom, Killian, and in his own kinky, dominant way pushes her to overcome them."
This is a 2,800 word story.
Excerpt:
When Killian had first suggested a blindfold, I'd balked. Worse than that, I'd safeworded, to his total shock. "Jasmine," I'd said quickly.
"What did you say?"
"Jasmine.Jasmine.Jasmine." The words were strung together in my haste.
"You do everything else, Greer," he murmured, surprised at my instantaneous and - in his view - negative response. "You willingly wear the cuffs, the collar, the chastity belt. You bend over for my cock any time. Anywhere. Why won't you wear a blindfold?"
I shrugged, unwilling to say, while he continued.
"That's practically vanilla sex. Women who read Ladies' Home Journal use blindfolds."
I wondered where he got that last bit of information. He didn't know any women who read Ladies' Home Journal. But I understood his point. Blindfolds were almost comically acceptable now. I could have walked into any one of my friends' apartments and found one tucked in a dresser drawer. Who wouldn't wear a blindfold?
That was simple: me.
"You've let me drip wax on you, let me use anal beads the size of walnuts. We own a crop, a flogger, a studded paddle, and a cane. What's up with a blindfold?"
I hadn't wanted to admit the truth right away. What if he thought I was some sort of freak? But Killian simply wouldn't let go of the concept.