Sunday, May 24, 2015
MARK REMOND JOINS THE MOLLY SANDS FANS CLUB
Over eight years of posts on this blog, I’ve recommended three writers of femdom fiction, all male—Eosuchus, William Gaius, and most recently Ryan Peterson. Oh, sure, I’ve read and relished the output of dozens of other exponents of my favorite erotic genre, but these were the writers who inspired me to post about their works.
Now, at last, I’m recommending a female writer of femdom fiction. And appropriately enough, I do so on bended knee, acknowledging this woman as by far the best writer I’ve ever encountered in the genre—and I mean going all the way back to Leopold von Sacher-Masoch (Venus in Furs), John Glassco (Harriet Marbury), and the pseudonymous “Viscount Ladywood” (Gynecocracy).
She’s an Englishwoman who writes under the name of “Molly Sands”—and that’s the sum total of data to be gleaned from her Amazon Author Page. In the last three years Sands has published three femdom novelettetes (released initially in installments):
All three stories are beautifully crafted and realized, but the last one, A New Devotion, is to my way of thinking an almost perfect work of art, from first word to last.
Like its predecessors, Devotion is an erotic tour-de-force, in which Sands charts the intricate metamorphosis of a mostly vanilla couple over the course of a few climactic days into a full-blown femdom dynamic, complete with major kink and cuckolding.
Yes, it’s a fantastic sexual voyage, but one that’s emotionally and viscerally real thanks to Sands’ descriptive powers and mastery of her subject matter. A particular trick of hers is to shift the narrative viewpoint back and forth between husband and wife, giving full character dimension to each exciting or explosive event.
Is there a moral? Frankly, her books are so darned exciting, even on a fifth read, that no moral is needed, at least for this submissive male reader. But, sure, I can think of one. How about the warning given by female supremacist psychologist Elise Sutton to submissive or wannabe submissive husbands, who yearn for their lovely wives to dominate them completely:
“Be careful what you wish for! You just may get it.”
Finally, to whet your appetite, here’s a brief sample of Molly Sands playing fast and loose with the whole notion of coercion vs. consensuality:
“Well, James,” Catherine said sharply. “Do you want this to end? Do you want to stop being my slave?”
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He’d never seen her look so beautiful and, for a moment, he wondered if she was a mortal woman at all. Such beauty could only belong to an angel or goddess come to claim him for her own.
“You need to answer,” she told him, “and you need to answer honestly. Do you want this to stop?”
“No,” he said, a current of fear tingling in his blood.
“You want to be my slave?”
“I’ll stop if you want. All you have to do is say the word.”
“I’m not forcing you.”
“I know you’re not.”
“You don’t want it to stop?”
“There’ll be no going back.”
“I know that”
“So this is your decision? You agree to be my slave?”
“Yes, Mistresss,” he said, laying his head on her soft lap, feeling again the exquisite drowning feeling he’d come to crave.
“Even though you know what it will mean?”
“You won’t be my husband any more. You’ll be my slave and I’ll be free to do as I please. Do you understand that? Really and truly, do you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said from a place beyond pride.
“Then let me hear you ask for what you want.”
“Please,” he begged her, “please be my Mistress and make me your slave.”
“Very well, James,” she said in a grave voice, “I will.”
(From A New Devotion by Molly Sands)