Mistress, Please

Anastasia Vitsky:

Fabulous review for #MistressPlease!

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Mistress, Please

Backgrounder: Mistress, Please by Anastasia Vitsky is a quick kinky story dipping its toes into the lives of professional Dommes Trinity Maddox and Graciela Fairbanks. The former lovers are brought back together when Trinity’s trip to Korea goes awry. Having lost her passport and with no way to return home Trinity finds herself at the mercy of Gracie. The pair are forced to flush out a new dynamic after their ten-year separation. Gracie’s bitterness from the affair that ended their previous relationship and Trinity’s resistance to returning to her previous place of submission leads to high tension and more than a little spanking.

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Mistress, Please

Thou shalt have no other Mistresses before me.

When traveling abroad to visit clients, professional Domme Trinity Maddox loses her passport and her job. She has no one to ask for help but Graciela Fairbanks, her former lover and Domme who threw her out for cheating ten years ago.

Graciela tries to forgive, but old hurts and arguments arise on both sides. Trinity is grateful for a second chance with the woman who first taught her about love and submission, but she resents Gracie’s assumption they will return to their old roles. Gracie demands obedience; Trinity needs assurances of love.

Can Trinity let go of her pride to accept Graciela’s forgiveness? Or is submission too high of a price to pay for happiness?

At long last, Mistress, Please is available for sale! You’ll find a few surprises in the book, and you’ll get a sneak peek not found anywhere else.

You can buy Mistress, Please as an epub, mobi, or PDF file on All Romance Ebooks here.

Or, if you prefer, you can wait until the book is available on Amazon. UPDATE! Available on Amazon now!

If you’re too impatient to wait, you can check out book one, Mistress on Her Knees, if you haven’t already.

If you are in Tampa, Florida, this weekend you can find me at a variety of panels plus an author reading at Rainbow Con. Next week, I’ll be in New Orleans for Golden Crown Literary Society’s annual conference.

Plus, autographed copies of Gemstone are now available. Cost is the book price plus packing materials and postage. Let me know if you are interested. :D

Happy reading! I’ll bring more of Mistress’s Release to you soon.

#MistressRelease: Laundry Day

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If you are new to the Mistress storyverse, welcome! Trinity and Graciela’s adventures began in Fire of Desire, a free Mira and Hana serial available on Governing Ana for a limited time only. You may remember Mira from Desire in Any Language or Mira’s Miracle, tales of a young woman discovering her sexuality and kink while studying abroad in Korea. She meets the Japanese diplomat, Hana Takahashi, who introduces her naughty love.

On their visit to a BDSM resort, Hana and Mira meet Nurse Trinity, who coddles and spanks Mira like the naughty girl she needs to be. After a rocky start, the three promise to keep in touch.

Unfortunately, things don’t go as well at their next meeting. Trinity seeks help from her former lover and Domme, Graciela. Graciela rules with an iron fist, and Trinity struggles with the changes in her life.

Trinity and Graciela’s adventures are available in the first two books, Mistress on Her Knees and Mistress, Please (coming soon!). Today’s installment is part four.

“I’ll get the laundry.”

Gracie sucks in her breath as I step backward and grab a few plastic hangers dangling from the bedroom doorknob. “I said we’ll meet Jessie.” She enunciates each syllable, watching my every movement.

“Okay.” Normally, I’d exaggerate my pain and get a few sympathy kisses. Right after a spanking, or at least a maintenance one, she will do almost anything I ask. This time, I grab the towels from the bathroom and head toward the sliding glass door separating the laundry and storage area from the kitchen.

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

My backside bumps against the vacuum cleaner while shimmying through the doorway, and a four-letter word slips out before I can think. I should be more careful, but I have to get to the laundry before Gracie launches an interrogation. “Why would it?”

She comes toward me, scooting the vacuum back into its corner. The more occupied corners, the better. “It’s okay to be upset. You’re angry, aren’t you? Afraid?”

Her hands tremble, not mine. And while she looks at me, her gaze is too strong. She pierces into me as if to find angst against my will. “Do you want me to get mad?”

I’m headstrong, not stupid. The few whacks with the bathbrush are child’s play compared to what she’ll dish out if I lose my temper.

“No, but…” She watches me haul the wet clothes out of the washing machine and dump them into the white-handled plastic basket. “Don’t forget the bleach.”

I bite my tongue to keep from speaking my thoughts. Really, Gracie? Thank you for letting me know. I have never washed laundry before. “We won’t leave for a week, right? A capful. There.” It’s fortunate that bleach containers seem to be universal, as the sturdy plastic jug with its looped handle is easy to recognize.

“Don’t let it splash.” Gracie takes the bottle away from me to screw the lid on tight, then sets bleach onto her three-deck laundry shelf. “Bring the clean clothes here so we can fold them.”

In lieu of ironing, or at least in lieu of full ironing, Rachel has convinced Gracie to arrange wet clothes in the laundry basket. She claims the weight will press out wrinkles. I can’t see any difference besides the amount of time we spend fussing with the clothes, but I obey.

My job, after all, is to follow Gracie’s orders. I should resist more. I should challenge and force her to drag out each confrontation, but the slight boost to my self-esteem isn’t worth the constant conflict. With Gracie, as always, it’s easier to go along to get along.

“Trinity…” Gracie shakes out a purple blouse before folding it into thirds. “Let’s talk.” She keeps staring at me, as if I’ll blurt out the objection she expects.

I kneel, rather than sit. The summer floors might not radiate with ondol heat, but the springy floor gives more resistance than I’d prefer. “Okay. You decided we’ll meet Jessie. Next?”

She lets out a gust of air. “Trinity!”

“What?”

“You know what.”

It’s fortunate I have trouble sitting, or I might roll my eyes and throw out another few words she doesn’t like. “You mean Shaina’s coming in an hour and a half, and you promised I could help this time?”

Gracie doesn’t play favorites with her clients, but Shaina’s as close as a client could be to a favorite. She’s sweet, gentle, and afraid to speak more than a few sentences to me on her way in and out of discipline sessions. I’ve watched her grow from a timid jackrabbit to a a girl more at ease with herself, and my arms ache to hold her close. She is the textbook Little, one who needs the hugs and spoiling of a professionally trained Nurse.

“I don’t…”

It’s Gracie’s job to finish my sentences, at least most of the time. Not the other way around. “She wants a roleplay with both of us, and you agreed. It’s too late to change your mind.” I shake the laundry basket and press the pile down. “If I’m supposed to be Shaina’s friend, I should get ready. Don’t eat all of Rachel’s pa chon.”

Before Gracie can answer, I duck into the bathroom and close the door.

#MistressRelease: The Phone Call

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If you are new to the Mistress storyverse, welcome! Trinity and Graciela’s adventures began in Fire of Desire, a free Mira and Hana serial available on Governing Ana for a limited time only. You may remember Mira from Desire in Any Language or Mira’s Miracle, tales of a young woman discovering her sexuality and kink while studying abroad in Korea. She meets the Japanese diplomat, Hana Takahashi, who introduces her naughty love.

On their visit to a BDSM resort, Hana and Mira meet Nurse Trinity, who coddles and spanks Mira like the naughty girl she needs to be. After a rocky start, the three promise to keep in touch.

Unfortunately, things don’t go as well at their next meeting. Trinity seeks help from her former lover and Domme, Graciela. Graciela rules with an iron fist, and Trinity struggles with the changes in her life.

Trinity and Graciela’s adventures are available in the first two books, Mistress on Her Knees and Mistress, Please (coming soon!). Today’s installment is part three.

“There will be clear boundaries this time.” She knows me too well to listen to my words instead of everything I don’t say. Even over the phone, even standing an ocean apart, I can see her cocked head and furrowed brow.

“Gracie, you’ve said that a million times. I’m not going to–”

At the beeping of the front-door keypad, I interrupt the voice on the telephone. “Sorry, gotta go.”

“You haven’t told her yet, have you?” Silence. “Gracie!”

“Bye!” I click off before she can respond. She sputters something about an outrage, but I focus on the woman standing before me. Trinity bears a shiny silver package that must be Rachel’s latest take-home gift. From the flattish shape and the aroma of onions and oil, it must be her famous pa chon. She calls it “Korean pizza,” but the treat is more of a cross between a savory crepe and a pancake. The batter itself is dead easy. Scallions scrubbed clean and snipped into inch-long pieces, mixed with water and a special boochim karu, a white powder. I’ve tried to replicate Rachel’s signature snack, but my pa chon turns out limp, soggy, and disfigured. A gift from the chef herself is one to be savored.

Licking my lips, I draw Trinity close by pulling around her waist. “Maybe you should take cooking lessons from Rachel, too.” Trinity left in a huff this morning, too angry to talk reasonably about travel plans. She’s returned with a glint in her eye and bounce to her walk. To prove it, she takes out her signature sass. I pluck the package from her hands, unfold the foil to break off a piece, and pop the goodness into my mouth before setting the rest onto the armrest of the couch.

“Hey, those are for me, not for you!”

With our hands free, I bring Trinity close enough to squeeze once on each buttock cheek. She scowls, tugging away as a giggle escapes.

“What’s yours is mine,” I remind her, pulling her back. “And you’re mine.”

She catches her breath, and her second giggle contains an edge of nervousness. “Yes, Mistress of the Universe. Ego, much?”

“You’ll pay for that.” I cut off Trinity’s protest with a kiss, savoring each ripple of desire that shudders through her. “We missed your morning maintenance.”

“Aw, not now!” She reaches for the buttons on the left shoulder of my shirt, her cheeks flushed.

“Yes, Trinity. Now.” I step away until she meets my gaze. “You know the deal. You submit to–”

“Maintenance spankings,” she finishes for me. We’ve gone through this conversation so often that the words come automatically. “And no punishment.”

“Well, not no punishment,” I correct her, “but not much. And if there is any, it won’t be as severe.”

Trinity, rebellious Trinity, gives no more than an exaggerated sigh before sinking to her knees. “Please spank me,” she mutters. “And get it over with.”

I suppress a laugh. “So you want fast and furious? Fetch the bathbrush, please.”

Her jaw tightens and she opens her mouth, but she closes it once I clear my throat. “Yes, Mistress.” She disappears into my playroom and brings back my favorite long-handled wooden brush. The implement originally came as a two-piece set at the local E-Mart, a hand-held scrub brush that attached to the handle for shower use. After one too many incidents with the brush flying across the room, a dab of super glue did the trick.

When I accept the brush and bend her across the coffee table, I marvel yet again at how far she’s come in a few short months. Instead of daily knock-down fights about every insignificant detail, Trinity’s found peace with her submissive side and happiness in her new community in Korea. She’s made friends with Rachel and half the ahjummas in Remington Town, our apartment complex. Pierre, my client who longs for a babygirl to spoil, visits her as often as his schedule allows.

After years of heartbreak, break-up, and turmoil, we’ve found our new normal. She trusts me. Even when she doesn’t like the decisions I make for her, she obeys. She’s allowed herself to sink further and further into the depths of submission she fought all of her life, and I’ve never seen her more at peace.

“I’ll make this as brief as I can,” I promise, laying the brush against the back of her jean shorts. “Then we can do things you like.”

She gives an appreciative moan at the word “things.” “Not too hard,” she pleads.

“For that, I’ll add extra.” Snapping the bathbrush in rapid precision, I hold her back steady with my left hand. After the first impact, I step back to allow for more swing. She grunts in her effort not to cry out, but the brush flies strong and true. Her arms shake, and her knees buckle. “Hold still, Trinity-girl.”

Most of the time, I give her just enough pain to keep the inner demons at bay. She needs a reminder rather than breaking of her will.

Today, though, the brush nips and bites with force that takes us both surprise.

“Ow!” she cries. And again, with a hint of anger. “I said, ow!”

Instead of replying, I apply extra force with the last stroke. I misjudge my aim, though, and apply the full weight of the blow onto the joint between brush and handle. The wood cracks, the rounded brush flies toward the kitchen sink, and Trinity gasps.

“What did I do?”

Too well-trained to rise without permission, she turns her head while maintaining position. At the sight of the broken wood in my hand, she clutches her bottom and gives a desperate rub. “When did maintenance turn into punishment?”

My voice catches. “Trinity.”

She jumps up, alarm replacing pain across her face. “What did I do?”

“When we go back to visit my family…” I have trouble making the words come out. I’ve brought Trinity through the past few months and watched her settle down. How can I shake her world?

“You plan to introduce me to sex in a barn?” Obedient, she waits at the coffee table.

I go to her and wrap my arms around her waist. “We’re going to meet with Jessie.”

#MistressRelease serial: How can I resist?

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If you are new to the Mistress storyverse, welcome! Trinity and Graciela’s adventures began in Fire of Desire, a free Mira and Hana serial available on Governing Ana for a limited time only. You may remember Mira from Desire in Any Language or Mira’s Miracle, tales of a young woman discovering her sexuality and kink while studying abroad in Korea. She meets the Japanese diplomat, Hana Takahashi, who introduces her naughty love.

On their visit to a BDSM resort, Hana and Mira meet Nurse Trinity, who coddles and spanks Mira like the naughty girl she needs to be. After a rocky start, the three promise to keep in touch.

Unfortunately, things don’t go as well at their next meeting. Trinity seeks help from her former lover and Domme, Graciela. Graciela rules with an iron fist, and Trinity struggles with the changes in her life.

Trinity and Graciela’s adventures are available in the first two books, Mistress on Her Knees and Mistress, Please (coming soon!). Today’s snippet is a very short excerpt.

When I punch in the keypad code on Graciela’s door and step inside, she licks her lips at the foil-wrapped stack of green onion pancakes.

“Maybe you should take cooking lessons from Rachel, too.” Gracie snakes her arm around my waist and pinches the seat of my denim shorts.

“Hey, those are for me, not you!” Too late, I snatch at the package only to come away with empty hands.

“What’s yours is mine.” She slides her other arm around for a second pinch. “And you’re mine.”

#MistressRelease serial #3: Trinity

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If you are new to the Mistress storyverse, welcome! Trinity and Graciela’s adventures began in Fire of Desire, a free Mira and Hana serial available on Governing Ana for a limited time only. You may remember Mira from Desire in Any Language or Mira’s Miracle, tales of a young woman discovering her sexuality and kink while studying abroad in Korea. She meets the Japanese diplomat, Hana Takahashi, who introduces her naughty love.

On their visit to a BDSM resort, Hana and Mira meet Nurse Trinity, who coddles and spanks Mira like the naughty girl she needs to be. After a rocky start, the three promise to keep in touch.

Unfortunately, things don’t go as well at their next meeting. Trinity seeks help from her former lover and Domme, Graciela. Graciela rules with an iron fist, and Trinity struggles with the changes in her life.

Trinity and Graciela’s adventures are available in the first two books, Mistress on Her Knees and Mistress, Please (coming soon!). Today, we begin the long-awaited Mistress’s Release, book three.

Dah-lee. Dee-goot.” Rachel takes the pink mechanical pencil with its dangling strawberry attachment, and she draws an angular letter C on the paper in front of me. The columns of oversized boxes show dotted lines that I am supposed to trace, the way I taught my school-aged Littles to practice their letters. I, Nurse Trinity who used to command my dominion, obediently follow instructions.

“This is the letter d? Duh?” I accept the pencil and trace the letters in the six boxes, quickly and accurately. “Dah-lee is knee?” The tiny sketch of a leg shows an arrow pointing to the knee, but Rachel shakes her head.

“Dah-lee.” She pats her own knee. “Leg.”

It’s the Korean version of “C is for Cat,” but I’m confused. “Hip” in Koreanized English means “buttocks,” and I can’t understand why. Rachel uses American slang terms she’s heard on imported sitcoms, but she pronounces “hot” with the arched sound of the British.

It’s a funny land of contradictions, Korea.

“Dah-lee,” I repeat, copying the shapes. “Leg.” I’ll ask Graciela later why leg and knee seem to be interchangeable. I glance at the clock. “Isn’t it time for English yet?”

“Yes.”

“Yay!” I stretch out my cramped thumb and forefinger and reach for the English newspaper I’ve brought with me, but Rachel pats the child’s notebook in front of me.

“Yes, it is not time for English. Three weeks you come to me, but you still don’t know hangul. Cha, we will do lee-ul. La-dee-oh. Lee-bon.”

Radio. Ribbon. The squared-off number two represents a sound in between the letters r and l, and I have to write them in the strange new alphabet. I’d rather ask Rachel to read out loud from today’s English paper, but she gets self-conscious. She takes out new supplies for me every time I visit, books and games and toys her children used years ago. In the six times I’ve visited her, I’ve only gotten to help her with English once. She always has a pressing reason why I must learn Korean.

It’s no wonder that Rachel’s daughter is at the top of her class and studying for entrance exams to a prestigious private high school. I’d think a mom that devoted wouldn’t have time for a stranger, but she breaks into a smile whenever she opens the door. Today, she turns the page and points for me to start on a new set of exercises. “Cha,” she repeats, an all-purpose word for instructions. She says a few more words in Korean that must mean “Do this” or “Work hard,” and I catch the word “kongboo” that means study. I should know that one, as she has said it to me often enough.

“I thought I’d get to teach you English,” I complain, but she waves away my protest.

Kongboo!” She disappears into the kitchen, and soon the crackling of oil in a hot pan announces the preparation of a new treat. Rachel has expanded my repertoire of Korean food, and in exchange she asks for nothing.

I stretch my arms above my head, untucking my crossed legs. Graciela tells me it’s rude to sit with my feet sticking straight out, but I can’t sit on the floor as long as she does. While Rachel has a small table in her kitchen, she prefers for us to study while sitting on the living room floor. Thank goodness I can lean against their leather couch. Whenever she cooks, I stretch my legs underneath the little floor table we use instead of a desk.

“Rachel!”

Her head pops around the corner. “Why?”

It’s another oddity, “Why?” instead of “What?” when hearing her name. I didn’t mean to call her, though. “Rachel. That’s a lee-ul too, right? Lay-chul?” I imitate how she says her own name.

“So smart!” She comes to kneel beside the table, drying her hands on her red apron and taking the pen. She draws three patterns, speaking each one out loud. “Lay. Ee. Chul.” The “Ra” of Rachel, in her pronunciation, draws out over two syllables.

“Thanks,” I say, taking the pencil back. I want to copy her name, but she shakes her head.

“Tuh-leen-ee-tee.” The same boxy number two appears in a new set of drawings, only this time she nods toward me.

“Trinity?”

She nods, and I stare down at the paper. It’s me, in black and white. Maybe, just maybe, I do belong in this strange new country where no one can say my name.

She takes my hand as if I were a kindergartener, closing her delicate fingers around my knobby ones. She guides each stroke, saying the syllables out loud.

“Trinity,” I repeat, willing myself to remember. No matter where I’ve been, and no matter what problems I face, I’m still me. Trinity.

A New Adventure

It’s been hectic lately! I’ve promised to begin Mistress’s Release, the third serial, as soon as it can work out schedule-wise. Gemstone is now available in print, and Taliasman the audiobook is for sale on Audible and Amazon. Sci Spanks 2015 the anthology is available as an ebook.

Gemstone and Sci Spanks 2015 have earned silver stars on ARe, Gemstone and Taliasman hold the first and second spot for top-rated lesbian romances.

At any rate, below is a repost from Facebook with a tiny sliver of what’s new in my life these days. Hope to have more stories for you soon.

Love and spanks from your favorite Ana.

I’m fingerprinted, TB-tested, orientated, screened, introduced, toured, and ready to begin my first shift as a hospice volunteer. I wanted to do this in high school, but my mother convinced me it would be too depressing.

The nice thing about becoming an adult is making my own decisions. I’ve sat by the bedside of a dying friend, holding her hand and giving her strength for the journey ahead. It was sad, but it was also enriching, fulfilling, and life-affirming. I was privileged to be allowed to share her last moments, and I hope I can serve as part of the death vigil for others so their loved ones can get some rest.

The worst decision will be…which rooms do I visit, and which rooms do I ignore? I can’t make it around the entire facility, not unless everyone is asleep/doesn’t want visitors/under isolation precautions.

I hope, when it comes time for me to leave this earth, a volunteer will stop by my room and offer a hand to hold. I hope I can be that person for others.