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What is a “Cruelty Queen of the Piano”?

Her name is Darva Chan and she is the Chinese-American concert pianist and dominatrix heroine in my 2015 femdom erotica ebook entitled DARVA CHAN: CRUELTY QUEEN OF THE PIANO.

The cover was posed by a professional model in a stock photo I purchased, yet over the years she has come to seem to me like the very embodiment of Darva Chan.

 

She mixes her love of female domination with her interpretations of the works of composers such as Prokofiev.

This is also an ebook which, I discovered this morning after doing a Google search, is probably the most pirated of my erotica. No wonder the sales are less than robust, to put it mildly. I couldn’t believe how many sites offer it as a free PDF.  😦

You might think it’s counterproductive for me to mention this pirating here, since I obviously would like people to go to Amazon to buy the book, which costs a reasonable $2.99. I mention it because I write off, as customers, readers who read pirated ebooks, or watch pirated videos. They’re not going to pay for anything anyway. They think erotica creators are supposed to be their servants and slaves, giving them stuff to enjoy for free.

No, I need people who are willing to pay for my work, and who recognize it took me many years to learn how to write as well as I do, in order to create stories that are unique and memorable.

So if you want to show your support, pay $2.99 to read DARVA CHAN: CRUELTY QUEEN OF THE PIANO.

That’s less than it cost me to buy a medium hot chocolate yesterday at a coffee shop, something that was gone in 30 minutes.

You have an ebook to keep and re-read and savor over and over again. All for $2.99.

Here is a free sample. The book is available at Amazon stores worldwide. Thank you, and enjoy.

 

P.S. If you have any trouble accessing the free sample on your phone or device, the direct link to the Darva Chan page is here.

 

 

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2019 in Amazon.com, ebooks, Erotica, Femmes Fatale, Kindle

 

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Namio Harukawa, great femdom artist, honored in Japan!

The amazing work of Namio Harukawa, about which I’ve written before on this blog here and here, was honored this year 2019 in Japan with a major gallery exhibit that had crowds lining up down the block!

“Venus Callipgye”–a term which I used frequently myself when editing CHEEKS magazine. It means “Aphrodite of the Beautiful Ass”

 

A book of Namio’s work was also published and is available on Amazon here:

Haven’t seen this volume yet, but it looks wonderful!

 

I learned all about this from a Japanese blog that, to my surprise and delight, showcased one of my own recent blog posts. In English the blog’s  title is rendered as Bouquet for Masochism! through Google Translate. You can find it here.  A few screenshots:

Dealing with a wide range of BDSM and femdom topics, the blog of “Homer” (as he calls himself) celebrates artists such as Sardax, Nanshakh, and of course Namio Harukawa. Homer got to meet Mr. Harukawa!

 

 

The blog celebrates the sweet and humorous side of femdom as well as the more intense.

 

 

Here is a screencap of the post where Homer discussed my blog. It was in reference to posts the British femdom artist Sardax and I had written, on our separate blogs, about searching for dominatrices back in the day.

 

I’m proud to say I wrote an appreciation of Namio Harukawa in 1989 when, as far as I could tell, he was still virtually unknown in the United States. It was in the second issue of CHEEKS, which I edited from 1988 to 2005.

As I’ve no doubt said elsewhere on this blog, Cheeks was a labor of love for me. It celebrated the beauty of the butt, but also had a good bit of femdom elements too.

 

Here is what the article looked like in the magazine, although I added the sepia tint to post it here. The original pages were just straight black-and-white.

At this time, I was editing the mag under one of my other noms de porn, “Lester Bloom,” and I signed this article with that byline too.

 

 

And if you want to read the article for yourself, just click on these high-resolution versions of the pages below. I just redacted some outdated ordering information from the scans.

 

In the succeeding years, Mr. Harukawa’s work has become even more beautiful. I’ve only become a bigger fan. It must have been quite a thrill to see a gallery covered with his works. When you go to Homer’s blog, you’ll be able to read here, either in Japanese or in translation (which is a bit iffy, as these Google translations can be), a post about his encounter with the artist. Be sure to check out Bouquet for Masochism! It’s quite lively and full of a wide range of art and information about femdom, BDSM, and other topics as well.

Thank you, Homer, for posting about my blog. I’ve been getting an increasing number of visitors to my blog from Japan, and this is probably the reason why!

 

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Would you lick the dirty bottom of a domme’s shoe?

It’s hard to believe I wrote this four years ago…a lot of it in a spiral notebook sitting outdoors at Lincoln Center and drinking coffee.

I thought about this story for a couple of years, had two false starts, and then finally it fell into place. I think in some ways it’s one of my most personal tales, even though it is a total piece of fiction, completely fabricated from out of my twisted mind.

The cover was posed by a professional model in a stock photo I purchased, yet over the years she has come to seem to me like the very embodiment of Darva Chan.

I mostly write on the computer, but I like to write by hand as well.

 

I’ve thought about doing a sequel but, although I have a cover picked out, I never seem to get around to it. Maybe I said all I had to say about Darva and her virtuoso methods of pain and piano in this novella. I’m not big on sequels anyway. I only wrote a sequel to LEARNING TO BE CRUEL because my British artist colleague Sardax did a painting of its domina character, Miss Meirong, that suggested a further direction for the story. Yet, maybe someday, I’ll see what Darva has been up to these last few years…

In any case, I love classical music as much as femdom and in DARVA CHAN I got to merge them both. And this cover is one of my favorites.

The story also addresses the question of whether her slave, otherwise devoted, will lick the dirty bottoms of her shoes. He is reluctant because it doesn’t seem too sanitary to him…well, Darva and her minion Jason come to a compromise on this. Read it and see what you think. Be sure to listen to Prokofiev’s 7th piano sonata as you do…or, as Darva calls it, “The Femdom Sonata”!  You can get the ebook here. And you can listen to the fabulous virtuoso Yuja Wang play the last movement of the sonata here. Savor the music and look at the Darva cover, letting yourself sink into the intense world of her eyes. See where the combination of image and music take you!

 
 

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The pornographic potency of pinups…

We tend to look on vintage pinups from the 40s through the 60s via a nostalgic rose-colored lens, but what is forgotten is that these charming and skillfully rendered images were regarded in many quarters as pornography in their day. Nobody talked about masturbation openly in the peak era of Gil Elvgren, George Petty, and Alberto Vargas, but these pictures undoubtedly inspired many a spurt of lust.

I was reminded of this by a beautiful Elvgren pinup posted on Twitter by GracePheesh here and here, who frequently posts the delightful work of this fantastic artist. At first glance this is classic Gil, leggy, flirty, and the colors beautifully balanced to give the most sensual and pleasing impression…

But I was reminded of the pornographic potency of this pinup by the coincidence of seeing a woman display herself just this way on July 4th, the day before I saw this pinup online. On Independence Day I was sitting in a park in midtown Manhattan, enjoying a cup of coffee, when a woman about thirty sat down at a table with her boyfriend or husband. I believe they were European tourists. They were about twenty-five feet away from me. The woman had honey blonde hair and tawny skin, and wore a colorful and flowing dress that looked as if it were a giant kerchief which had been designed as a garment. When she sat in her chair, she leaned over and it was hard to miss the deep cleavage of her breasts in the low-cut decollete.

She and her man were about to eat breakfast sandwiches. But before she began to eat, she hiked up the skirt of her dress very high, presumably (I figured) because it would drag on the ground when she was sitting. The revelation of her thighs was startlingly erotic: they were lush and golden, and her curvaceous legs tapered down to bare feet which were on tiptoes in her flip-flops as she sat.

What struck me immediately as a coincidence was that she wore pink nail polish on her toes and fingers, which was the same shade of light pink that I had used the day before (on July 3rd) in designing the logo for a new femdom erotica ebook cover.

The revelation of her thighs is exactly replicated in the pinup above, which I saw on July 5th on Twitter.

She didn’t keep her thighs uncovered long; perhaps no more than a minute. Then she lowered the skirt, perhaps deciding to tolerate the hem touching the asphalt. I don’t know if she’d seen me looking at her; our glances never met, for which I am glad. I was in no mood for her to see my admiration; her man was bulky, muscled, and heavily tattooed. Ogling, I sensed, could have been met with conflict, even though it was hard not to want to look at her.  I mostly returned to my newspaper with only an occasional glimmer of yearning surveillance out of the corner of my orbs, even as a few minutes later some friends joined them and, finishing their breakfast (the woman devouring her long sandwich wrap with gusto), they all wandered off further into the park.

But wow! The baring of her thighs was startlingly exciting, a moment of lush tease. Whether such tease was unintentional, merely the result of a utilitarian lifting of her skirt from the sidewalk, or a moment of conscious or unconscious flirtation (perhaps she had seen my gaze of appreciation and wanted to torture me—and any other nearby thigh-gazers—with her unavailability), it was instantly cemented into my memory bank, and was reinforced powerfully when I saw the Elvgren pinup.

As well as when I saw the pink logo of my upcoming erotica ebook, just like the color of her toenails…

The whole situation could be the beginning of a fictional story of erotic cuckolding: a woman tantalizing a solitary middle-aged stranger in the distance in the park and then going off with her own man, leaving the stranger to think…dream…and then write a blog post about it! 😉

No, only kidding; an actual piece of erotic fiction about such a cuckolding would require a little more action than the aching ogler just sitting at a laptop later and blogging away the frustration!

In any case, I’ve chosen to blog, this time, instead. Plenty of other opportunities for cuckolding tales, of which I’ve written a number…see my Amazon store here

 

…and is a theme touched upon in the new book as well. I’ll be announcing its title very soon.

Back to the pinup: note the perky nipples pressing against the blouse of the Elvgren girl, too—an unusually explicit detail for this artist, who was oftentimes a bit more subtle or didn’t allude to stiff nubs at all.

So the next time you hear someone talk about the “innocence” of vintage pinups…well, just remember that their potent pulchritude could inspire the most throbbing daydreams! Just like the things that happen in real life sometimes… 😮

 

 

 

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Elizabeth Taylor and The Cleavage of Cleopatra…

Elizabeth Taylor’s epic starring vehicle Cleopatra came out in June 1963, but I didn’t see it until 1964, for a fifty cent ticket on its third run in a small theater on the North Side of Chicago. I was almost thirteen years old. I remember thinking the movie was pretty good, even though people had said negative things about it. And I remember saying at the time that fifty cents was really a good price to pay for a four hour trip into the ancient world!

I hadn’t seen the whole film again since, so when Turner Classic Movies ran it the other night I gave it a watch from start to finish. I enjoyed it, although I didn’t think it was a great film. But its mix of politics, romance and spectacle was absorbing.

But what most struck me now was how it was quite a showcase for Taylor’s cleavage.

The admiring fellow is, of course, Richard Burton as Mark Antony.

I wonder now how that cleavage affected me back in 1964. Cleavage displayed like this was not something that I saw much of growing up in the sexually conservative Jewish middle class neighborhood of West Rogers Park. So the constant focus on boobie vistas in Cleopatra may well have blown my mind at that tender, impressionable age. As it also did in June 2019 when I watched the film again from beginning to end.

As Cleopatra gives Caesar daring political advice, Mark Antony (out of frame) falls for her hard.

Now I can’t help but think that Cleopatra may have had something to do with my utter fascination with cleavage in recent years, a fascination which really didn’t start until I was in my late forties/early fifties after I got an amazing lapdance from a stripper with two utterly beautiful large natural breasts. Until then, I think a fetish for cleavage existed “underground” in my subconscious, and I’m not sure of the reason(s) why. Perhaps the ubiquity of cleavage in the media and on the street nowadays is what brought it back to the surface for me, big time.

Cleopatra in her regal finery, cleavage dazzlingly displayed!

 

In any case, I therefore conclude that perhaps my long-ago viewing of Cleopatra on that fifty cent ticket (plus a dime for buttered popcorn) had something to do with my writing of femdom erotica ebooks like this one…available on Amazon here…try the free sample just by clicking…

One of my best femdom ebooks. Yolanda is charmingly merciless with her “boob for boobies,” the haplessly cleavage-addled Orwell Jarvis.

 

…and the imprinting of Cleopatra’s CleavageScope (oh, that’s just my silly invented word!) probably had something or other to do with my ever-burgeoning admiration for the gorgeous and b-b-busty Goddess Lycia, about whom you can learn m-m-more here. And I want to emphasize that her talents are by no means limited to her sharing tantalizing glimpses of her, um, her c-c-cleavage, but are but one aspect of her entrancing hypnodomme erotic powers as conveyed through her skillful writings, striking images, intoxicating videos, and especially her mind-enrapturing audio files. For adults only, of course.

Goddess Lycia is a true Mistress of the Selfie as well as of men’s minds.

 

Back in the early 2000s, there was a magazine entitled Cleavage put out by one of the publishers I worked for. It never seemed to hit big, perhaps because the magazine showed full bare breasts, instead of obsessively concentrating on the tease of cleavage alone. Although it probably wouldn’t have been practical on the marketplace to do an adult magazine without showing some bare tits and nipples, I would have photo-edited it very, very carefully to emphasize tease over exposure and nudity. And given the way I feel about cleavage, it might have been a success like the other fetish magazines I did for many years: the ass-crammed Cheeks (1988-2005), the toe-and-sole utopia of Leg World (2004-2010), and the mature ladies sexual paradise of Girls Over 40 (1988-2008).

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Images of Goddess Lycia are ©GoddessLycia and used by courtesy of Goddess Lycia. Screencaps of Cleopatra, 1963, by yours truly. And the photographer’s credit for my ebook Rule By Cleavage is prominently displayed right on the excellent cover above.

 

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The great face-slapping fetish novel of the 1940s

I took some time off over Memorial Day weekend, urgently needed relaxation. I saw friends, watched movies, took some walks, and sat in the pleasant spring shade and read…

The book was wild and grim…

 

…but the day was sunny and warm.

 

BEHOLD THIS WOMAN was noir specialist David Goodis’ melodramatic saga in richly entertaining purple prose about Clara Ervin, a malignant, monstrous narcissist of a woman, who dominates her husbands with all the techniques at her disposal: lush redheaded beauty, entrancing eyes, a mindfucking manner of taking control of conversations, an erotic style of cigarette smoking, and most dangerous of all, a penchant for doing whatever it takes—from cuckoldry to murder—to get where she feels she deserves to be in prestige, money, and luxury.

But what makes BEHOLD THIS WOMAN even more extraordinary, and it’s something I haven’t seen written about before (although I may have missed it since so much has been written about Goodis since the rediscovery of his work here in America in the 80s with the Black Lizard reprints): this is also a fetish novel, and the fetish is face-slapping.

Now, I had first read this novel around 1996, when I got my copy at a paperback collector’s show. Oddly, though, in the intervening years I just seemed to remember that Clara had just slapped around her defeated husband, backhanding him too. But when I re-read the novel Memorial Day weekend, I discovered anew that Clara not only slapped her husband, but also her lover and her stepdaughter, and repeatedly, in long richly detailed scenes that (as a writer of fetish fiction myself, of course) I recognized as designed to be erotic, definitely for the author and for all other connoisseurs of face slapping action. The result of all the slapping is to so discombobulate her victims that they are then ripe for “Stockholm syndrome” style capitulation to her control, wherein they turn from fear to zombie-like submission to her will—and even a sick kind of adoration or love (in the case of the stepdaughter). Although in the case of her husband, the face-slapping does wake him up to the true nature of this woman by whom he was once so entranced. The scene of their first date, wherein she entices him both with her eyes and cigarette smoking, is a classic of subtle seduction by a dominant female over a susceptible male.

In the intervening years since I first read the novel I also became far more knowledgeable about the femdom and fetish comic art of Eric Stanton, particularly where women are fighting other women or abusing men—and BEHOLD THIS WOMAN has the equivalent in scenes so vividly described it’s almost as if they’re drawn, not written, because you can see them so clearly. Clara Ervin would not be out of place in a Stanton story of female domination. There is a physical confrontation between Clara and her stepdaughter that could have been drawn by Stanton.

This vintage drawing by Stanton, which was posted online at Twitter by the German writer/photographer/model Pitt Prickel here, perfectly captures the kind of face-slapping with which the book is filled:

This is the kind of feminine fury captured in Goodis’ prose. I wonder if Goodis knew of Stanton’s 1950s and 1960s artwork, which came long after the 1947 publication of Behold This Woman. It’s possible.

 

This bizarre and entertaining novel—which is also very alarming and disturbing in its relentless portrayal of how narcissistic personalities manipulate and conquer more reasonable  types of people—came out in 1947, the same year as BORN TO KILL, a film noir starring Claire Trevor as another psychopathic female. Goodis was working out in Hollywood as a screenwriter at the time, and as I read the book it occurred to me that Claire Trevor would have been perfect casting as Clara Ervin. And Phillip Terry, who played her handsome, even-tempered fiance in BORN TO KILL, could have been excellent casting as Clara Ervin’s besotted and befuddled lover Leonard in a film version. But it was never made. Here is the poster for BORN TO KILL; Claire Trevor really looks like the embodiment of Goodis’ femme noir, although since Clara as described is a bit on the plumper side, Trevor would have had to pack on a few more pounds to be letter perfect physically.

BEHOLD THIS WOMAN is currently out of print, and that’s a crime in itself. This saga belongs in an affordable reprint edition or ebook so more people can see what it takes to stop a narcissist like Clara Ervin: a comeuppance so grotesque it borders on something out of Hieronymous Bosch! Which isn’t a spoiler because damn you know it’s coming and hell you know Clara deserves it!

Here are two other editions of BEHOLD THIS WOMAN. First, the 1949 Bantam paperback cover:

The man looks suitably awed and astonished but Clara looks too svelte and posed here.

 

And this is the original dust jacket of the 1947 hardcover. This perfectly captures Clara’s red hair and charismatic and overpowering personality, but she still a bit too trim! The book definitely describes her as curvy and plush in her contours and flesh.

Clara Ervin: master manipulator of men and women, and one of David Goodis’s most memorable creations.

 


If you’d like to read more about David Goodis and the strange backstory of how he came to write BEHOLD THIS WOMAN after an unhappy marriage to a woman who, apparently, intensely teased and dominated him, you can find the story in the legendary 1984 French biography Goodis: A Life in Black and White by Philippe Garnier, which is now available in a recent English translation here.

And visit a webpage here , which I just found, that gives excerpts of BEHOLD THIS WOMAN that give a good flavor of Clara Erwin’s dominating power.

And if you want to learn more about Eric Stanton, check out Richard Pérez Seves’ incredible new book Eric Stanton and the History of the Bizarre Underground here.

 

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READ ABOUT THE STRIPPER…who loves her own way!

For your spring and summer reading pleasure, get your copy now! Only $2.99 on Kindle, available at Amazon stores worldwide, and you can read it on your phones, ebook readers, computers and tablets.

Enjoy the free sample (link below the cover) and read some of the reviews…

Review by P. Slim:

Review by Kandy Kane:

And the latest review from famed dominatrix SpoiltPrincessG. Check out her site here for more! Adults only, please.

She enjoyed it so much that…she’s going to read again on her next trip! I’m in good company as some of her other favorite authors are Anne Rice and Charles Dickens…

So it’s about time…for your own FIRST TIME …with Valerie…in FATE OF A STRIPPER.

A novel of psychological suspense!

 

 

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