August Renfelt
I am an author of pulp femdom erotica and I have some eleven e-book short stories up on Amazon Kindle, Smashwords and the like.
By femdom I do not necessarily mean "leather-clad dominatrix spanks guys who wants to be spanked." Instead the females of my stories are predators out to get the men, be they hapless victims or deserving villains.
By pulp I mean that given a choice between writing about inner conflict or wild sex on a zeppelin adrift over a frozen tundra, I will choose the latter. I am not adverse to realism and to ground my stories in something recognizable. But I only do so to set the stage, set the mood or make my characters identifiable to the reader. I write escapist fiction; realism is not a goal in it self for me.
By erotica I mean stories that revolve around sex. There has to be a plot. There has to be sex. Actually the femdom genre makes the marriage of plot and sex real easy: femme fatales, gold diggers, hypnotic succubi and alien love parasites are all go-getters ready to get what they want by reducing various males to mush. And thank god for that :).
August Renfelt
“At the Slavemarket:“How is her disposition?” “Meek as meek can be; we tried training her in the care of sheep, but they bullied her, and drove her to tears.”Iayd turned to Fudail’s henchman Falih. Falih was a bald, fat man charged with keeping the slaves in line. His face bore scars that seemed to indicate that he had just recently tried to rob an eagle nest whilst the eagle mother was still at home. His legs stood knock-kneed and he held his groin as if something serious was amiss with the heirlooms entrusted him.“I swear to you, she is an angel sent to earth to spread kindness,” Falih said, his voice somewhat out of pitch. Something must be wrong, thought Iayd.”