March 28, 2014

Current News and Appearances

I know it's short notice--really, really short notice--but I'll be at the Rainbow Book Fair tomorrow (March 29th, 2014).  The fair goes from noon to 6:00 and I'll be at the Cleis Press table, along with Laura Antoniou so please come by and say hi.  We have candy...  Oh, and we'll both be reading: me at 3:30 and Laura at 5:30.
I'll be reading from this:

And then there's April 14th.  See, that's plenty of time for you to plan.  I'll be reading from my brand new collection of fem dom short stories, Her Wish is Your Command: Twenty-One Erotic Stories of Female Domination at Between the Covers at An Beal Bocht.

Along with me will be Debra Hyde and Cassandra Park.  Here are the particulars: 

Between the Covers takes place the second Monday of every month at An Beal Bocht, a literary irish pub, at 445 W. 238 St. from 7-9 pm. You can take the No. 1 train and walk up the hill.

We have three readers (see below) and we also always have our signature dirty word raffle where patrons write their favorite dirty word on a slip of paper (and initial to, because dirty minds think alike) and are entered to win gifts from our sponsors which include a corset from Hips and Curves, as well as books and sex toys.

Debra Hyde pens the newly released The Charlotte Olmes mystery series, which re-imagines the famous cohorts as lesbian women set in 1880s New York City just as the Gilded Age and all its social and scientific advances take hold. Debra's lesbian BDSM novel, Story of L, won the 2011 Lambda Literary Award for lesbian erotica. A modern retelling of the classic Story of O, it updates the original tale to reflect the contemporary lesbian leather world and the women in it. She is a contributing author to the ground-breaking interactive erotic Entwined series, penning two lesbian novellas for it, Hers and Provenance. Her short fiction backlist spans over a decade of writing and will be re-released as mini-collection in ebook during 2014.  

D.L. King  is the editor of anthologies such as Carnal Machines (an IPPY gold medalist), Under Her Thumb and The Harder She Comes (Lambda Literary Award winner and also IPPY gold medalist). Her stories can be found in Best Bondage Erotica, Leather Ever After, and Luscious, among many others. Look for her collection, Her Will is Your Command, 21 Erotic Stories of Female Domination, just published by Riverdale Avenue Books.  

Cassandra Park is a writer and editor who's been in the BDSM lifestyle for over 20 years. Her writing has been published by The Eulenspiegel Society, Scarlett Hill, Logical Lust Publications, Instructing Eve and Ravenous Romance. Her book, "It's SUPPOSED to Hurt!" and My First Spanking are available on Amazon. She blogs about her journeys in the scene at  

Next month, 5/12, Between the Covers will feature a Lambda Literary Award Finalists reading featuring Tim Teeman reading from IN BED WITH GORE VIDAL, Donna Minkowitz reading from GROWING UP GOLEM, and Laura Antoniou reading from THE KILLER WORE LEATHER.

February 20, 2014

She Who Must Be Obeyed

Look at this shiny, new cover:

This is my new anthology, being released July 7 from Lethe Press,

I'm very excited about this book.  You're going to want this.  Really.  Check it out:

Noir by Valerie Alexander
The Nose Art Gal by Mary Tintagel
Uncharted Territory by Evan Mora
Grace: Under Pressure by D. L. King
The Bullwhip and the Bull Rider by Sacchi Green
Demo Model by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Too Old for This by Giselle Renarde
The Dame by Styx St. John
Triptych by Lula Lisbon
Angel on Fire by Jessica Lennox
Mares in Heat by Evey Brett
Tears from Heaven by Jean Roberta
Bleed by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Evelyn Gets Ready by Annabeth Leong
Anger Management by Beth Wylde
Garden Party by Karen Taylor
Prima by Katya Harris
The Ride by Kathleen Delaney-Adams
Stretch by Kathleen Tudor
Silvia by River Light

More later, but I wanted to show you this right away because it's so hot!

February 6, 2014

Her Wish is Your Command

Look what was released on February 5th, 2014

This is my newest book and it's just in time for Valentine's Day!

Her Wish is Your Command is a collection of my best fem dom stories.  While most of these stories have appeared in other anthologies, they've never been collected in one place before.  And there are a few that have never been published before.  I think these are perfect for reading aloud to your domme or your boy.  They're also perfect for giving you ideas.  Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.  

Here's the table of contents to get you excited:

Let’s Dance
A Different Kind of Reality Show
Hard Wet Silk
Pick a Color
Careful What You Wish For
Her Turn
Mr. Smith, Ms. Jones Will See You Now
Cute Boy Gets Squeezed
Private Viewing
Tao of Lust
If You Try Sometime
The Treatment
Hound and Hare
Punishment Befitting the Crime
Festival of Lights
Cuckold’s Nest
Big Night
Perhaps A Worthy Offering
Anal Submission… Or Not
Mistress of Carabas
In Training

I'm really proud of this book. As you might imagine, I'm pretty particular about my fem dom and, hey, I'd buy it! If you are a submissive man or a dominant woman or just intrigued by the idea, this is your book.

Her Wish is Your Command: brand new from Riverdale Avenue Books!

And I just discovered this goodreads giveaway.  Go to this link to put your name down for a free copy of Her Wish is Your Command!

January 23, 2014

Alison Tyler--Right Here, Right Now!

Alison Tyler is guest posting on my blog today.  AT is one of the most remarkable people I know.  Okay, I don't really know her, I mean, not in the flesh, as it were...  I know her online and this is what I know: she's an excellent editor and her fiction is truly transporting.  And that, I think, gives me leave to call her remarkable.  Now I just have to work on actually meeting her in the real world.

“Your dreams are my dreams,” he said, then reached across my body and shut off the light. —The Delicious Torment

            I have the most bizarre dreams. Don’t believe me? I once dreamed that I fucked President Bush. It was a pity fuck. (How could it not have been?) But just the same, that one came out of nowhere, as far as I can tell.
            Generally, in my dreams, I don’t get what I want. Don’t believe me? I will be on the verge of banging my favorite celebrity only to have him say, “You know, I think you’re sweet and everything, but I’d really rather fuck your mother.”
            As Sommer Marsden says, Paging Dr. Freud.”
            Several times, I’ve dreamed that I grew a penis, once as a side effect to a medication I was taking. Recently, I dreamed that I solved the question of the origins of life—said the girl who barely passed Chemistry.
            But truly, when I have sex dreams, when I’m allowed to actually have sex in the dreams, the results are filthy. In The Delicious Torment, Jack forces Samantha to confess an X-rated dream she’s had while next to him in bed. Not only to tell him, but to act out the scene:

“Describe the dream.”
            I huddled up under the blankets, arms wrapped around my legs, and I tried to remember all the details. “I was wearing a thin white nightgown.”
            “Do you own one like it?”
            I shook my head.
            “Anything like it?”
            “A sundress.”
            “Go get it.”
            I stumbled from the bed and opened the closet, then pulled a semi-sheer sundress from the rack. I slid the gown over my head, and Jack nodded his approval.
            “Continue,” he said.
            “You told me to get into position.”
            “What position?”
            “Knees bent under me, hands in front of me on the mattress, ass up in the air.”
            “Show me.”
            I looked at him, and he moved off the bed, slipping into the black pajama bottoms he’d tossed onto the floor. Jack often started the night wearing the pants, but kicked them off during sleep.
            More nervous than ever, I pushed aside the comforter and assumed the position on the mattress.
            “What happened next?”
            “You lifted my nightgown, so you could see my ass…”
            “Why was I punishing you?”
            “I—I don’t know.”
            I closed my eyes, and the whole of the dream came back to me. I’d been in a school, a boarding school, similar to the one I was creating for my novel. Girls were supposed to wear old-fashioned nightgowns and full-coverage panties to bed, and there had been a nightly check—done by Jack—in my dream. When Jack had come to me, he’d discovered that I had left off the panties. A cane had appeared seemingly from nowhere, as Jack had told me to assume the position, and had caned me to climax, while the other girls gathered around and watched. Giggling. Pointing.
            “Tell me,” Jack insisted. “I think you know where we’re headed. You don’t want to make things worse on yourself.”
            So I told him. Cast him in the role of headmaster. Explained how I felt when he slowly dragged the fabric up my naked skin, when he revealed my lack of underclothes, when he started to cane me in front of an audience.   
            “And that made you come,” Jack said softly, “that vision.”
            “Yes, Jack. Yes, Sir.”

Sweet dreams? I don’t think I’m wired that way. But oh do I have a way with the wicked.

Alison Tyler has been called a “literary siren” (by Good Vibrations), “erotica’s own Superwoman” by The East Bay Examiner, and “the good bad girl” by GLBT books. Find her 24/7 at and follower on twitter: @alisontyler

December 28, 2013

Slave Girls

How much does this cover rock?

Yeah, that's what I think, too!  This is my newest anthology from Cleis Press, due to be released May 13, 2014.  I know, it's a long way off, but it's already available on Amazon.

I'm really excited about this book.  Yes, these are stories of female submission.  It's a bit of a departure from my normal fare, but I'm extremely pleased with it.  All the stories are excellent.  You'll find new stories from some of your favorite authors and a few from brand new authors.  But keep your eye on them because I can predict you'll be seeing a lot more from them soon.

I thought it might be fun to tease you with the table of contents, knowing it will be a while before you get to curl up with the actual book.  That's right; I'm mean.  But you knew that going in...

Slave Girls: Erotic Stories of Submission
Noise. . . . .Evan Mora
Out of Sight . . . . .Rachel Kramer Bussel
Cubed. . . . .Alison Tyler
Serving Mr. Baldwin. . . . .Veronica Wilde
Press My Buttons. . . . .Nina Fairweather
Breathe. . . . .Sommer Marsden
What’s Not to Like?. . . . .D. L. King
Hell-bent for Leather. . . . .Victoria Behn
Passing the Final. . . . .Donna George Storey
Bridle Party. . . . .Teresa Noelle Roberts
The Red Envelope. . . . .Erzabet Bishop
Greens’. . . . .Lisette Ashton
Breaking Fiona. . . . .Cecilia Duvalle
Muse. . . . .Lisabet Sarai
Postcards From Paris. . . . .Giselle Renarde
Flight. . . . .Cela Winter
Savoring Little One. . . . .Graydancer
Day Job. . . . .Deborah Castellano
Stand Here. . . . .Nym Nix
Dirty Pictures. . . . .Thomas Roche
My Master’s Mark. . . . .Lydia Hill

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

October 14, 2013

Writing Eh!

So, my phone got totally screwed up and I had to reset it.  In the process, I lost all my pictures.  I know!   I'd wanted to show you some pictures from the writers retreat I participated in last month and, of course, they're gone.  But I had some pictures of the amazing lake cottage in Ontario from the last time I was there, and I thought you could salivate over those, even if you don't get to see pics of the writers hard at work.

So, here's a blog post I wrote after my return: 

Writing’s a pretty solitary endeavor.  I have a home office, of sorts, where I spend most of my time—alone, writing or editing.  I really love my office space, though.  I’ve claimed about a fourth of the living room.  Backed by bookshelves and surrounded with an L-shaped desk, I’ve carved out a little niche for myself.  It’s open to the room, yet truly an office space. 

My office. Yep, it's a mess.  The round thing on the couch cushion is a tin of cinnamon Ice Breakers.

I’m perfectly happy to work there, alone.  In fact, I prefer working alone.  People are always talking about writing retreats and conferences, writer’s groups and book groups and, though I’ve been to a few conferences and really loved them, I have to admit, I value my privacy and the idea that I can do what I want, when I want and how I want.  So, when a writer-friend of mine told me she wanted to set up a writer’s retreat at her lake cottage and she wanted me to come, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to.

Home sweet home.
I knew I
wanted to go to her lake cottage.   I’d been there before and loved it and I love spending time with her and her partner, but actually write and discuss the craft of writing with other writers?  I didn’t know.  I also didn’t know whether I’d be able to write with others around as that’s not how I work.  But I said okay. 

Gorgeous view
And that’s how I found myself in the wilds of Ontario with the likes of Laura Antoniou (she’s in Under Her Thumb), Evan Mora (she’s in Under Her Thumb and several other of my books), Andrea Zanin (she’s in Under Her Thumb), Nairne Holtz and Jessica Harris.  Nairne also has been known to write smut.  Jessica doesn’t really write smut, but I wouldn’t hold that against her, as she’s a marvelous writer.

We had a fire here one night.
We spent our days writing.  The retreat was dubbed, "Writing Eh!" by Laura.  It stuck.  Kinda catchy, eh?
There are several pictures floating around of a bunch of people sitting at a table, engrossed in their laptops, silently clicking away.  And in the evenings, we talked, read our work to each other, played Cards Against Humanity (which is a great game, if you don’t already know about it), ate fantastic food and drank copious amounts of wine and spirits ‘cause yeah, that’s what writers do… I know, it seems improbable, but that’s what we did and it worked really well.  I advanced the novel (the third Melinoe book: A Slave of Melinoe) by quite a few thousand words.
I’ll tell you what, there’s something very freeing in discussing BDSM matter-of-factly with a group of like-minded people who share similar experiences.  It’s pretty cool when someone asks what you’re writing about and you find it perfectly reasonable to say, “I’m writing an enema scene,” and then they say, “That’s cool.”  Here’s a little bit of that scene, as it stands now:

“What is this place?” Adam asked.
The slave clipped Adam’s wrist cuffs to hooks at the top of the table, just above his head.  He pulled rails out from the end of the table, near Adam’s bottom and angled them out slightly to the sides.  They had stirrups on the ends.  Taking Adam’s right foot, he lifted the leg and placed the foot in the stirrup and fastened the cuff down.  He did the same with Adam’s other leg.  The rails were short, making Adam’s knees bend and his legs fall open.  He brought his knees as close together as possible, given how he was fastened but he realized that no matter what he did with his knees, his anus would remain completely exposed to whatever ministrations the mistress, or her slave, wished to perform.
He heard a printer spit out a sheet of paper and the slave went to fetch it.  While he was reading the printout, Adam asked him again, what this section of the training area was for.  The slave pulled jars of powers down from a cabinet, ignoring Adam.  He filled a stainless steel bucket with water from the sink and began measuring the powders and adding them to the water in the bucket.  After stirring the solution he’d made, he set the bucket on the counter and said, “Enemas.”  It was then the mistress entered the cubicle.  She took the printout from the slave and perused it before coming over to Adam’s side.
The dock. I wrote on it one afternoon. It floats!

But enough of that, for now.  Because this retreat had such a plethora of Under Her Thumb authors, I’m going to suggest that you might want to check out the book, if you haven’t already done so.  It’s my latest.  It’s fem dom and it’s full of amazing stories by amazing writers, including me!  

June 18, 2013

Yet Another Call for Submissions!

Ah, yes -- it's a wealth of anthologies.

And, here again, because I like it and because I think it fits well with the call:

She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Lethe Press
Deadline: August 19, 2013
Payment: $50 plus 2 copies of the anthology

D. L. King wants to read about dominant femmes.

There’s something about a hot, sexy woman in a pencil skirt, flawlessly made-up, wielding a riding crop.  Well, I think there is.  I know, for me, sometimes it’s hard to decide between the black leather pencil skirt and the black rubber one.  You know what I mean.  I’m talking about a woman worshipped by girls, bois and butch bottoms, alike; I’m not particular – well, not that particular.

Tell me stories about women who can silence a room simply by entering it.  What’s it like when a mere glance can make you weak in the knees and a stare will put you in your place – at her feet.  I’m looking for power exchange as seen from either the femme’s point of view or her worshipper’s.

Tell me about torture and about goddess worship. Tell me about pleasing and being pleased.  I want stories with sexy lingerie and boxer briefs, strap-ons and bound bodies.  I want to hear about crops and whips, corsets and trousers, fingers and tongues.  You know what I want; I want to sweat.  Of course, it should go without saying that characters must be at least 18, no scat and no snuff.  Just make me happy—and damp.

Stories should be between 2,500 and 4,000 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting, no strange colors, please. Do not put a cover sheet on your story.

Send your story as a .doc (NOT a .docx) attachment and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address to The subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Please include a 50 word bio. Direct any questions to the same address. (If you are absolutely unable to send a .doc attachment, I will accept an rtf.)

Please cross post, anywhere and everywhere!