Be My Guest On Tuesday: LN Bey and Blue


I have the pleasure of greeting the charming LN Bey today at Be My Guest On Tuesday. LN’s debut novel Blue is not new but since it is a fantastic erotic novel I really would like that more people should know about it. (You can check out my review for Blue here.) If you want a non-typical BDSM story Blue is definitely worth it.

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As her guests arrive for dinner, Janet is both fearful and aroused—because this is no ordinary suburban dinner party. Recently divorced and looking for something new, Janet definitely finds it when her friend Jon invites her to join an exclusive club of neighborhood kinksters whose initiation is to be the host—and the entertainment.
Before the food is even served, she’s naked and on her knees, not to mention in over her head with her far more experienced guests. An avid reader of BDSM erotica, Janet learns that reality doesn’t always jibe with the fantasy as she rapidly loses control of the situation.
So begins Janet’s odyssey into a kinky suburban underground she never dreamed existed: caterers who were once dominatrices; real estate agents and lawyers by day who make twisted, sexy art by night; a stunning but sadistic insurance analyst who owns an entire stable of slaves of her own—one of whom might be affecting her life more than she knows.
Well-trained submissives are in short supply out here in the ‘burbs, and Janet, blue-eyed and eager, has just the potential these people are looking for. Kinky and sexy, intelligent and perceptive, Blue is both highly entertaining social satire and red-hot erotica.
WARNING: Contains explicit material and adult situations.



She trusted Jon.

That was the thing to remember, the thing she kept repeating in her mind. He would never let her come to harm.

So why did she need to keep reassuring herself?

Because she’d talked a big game, that’s why.

She nearly tipped the glass over when the doorbell rang. They’re here.



She felt like a butterfly pinned into a glass case by a collector – four collectors. As if on signal everyone pulled away at once, carefully watching the intense mix of desire and disappointment on her face.

Carolyn still held her by her hair, but looked up at the others.

“Where’s the razor?” she said.



It was an exquisite torture, designed to test his will and obedience. It was nearly overwhelming. It was also unfair, everyone else experiencing such pleasure while here he was, his own cock, exposed, yearning, purposeless.

Ken learned that he was prepared to make considerable sacrifices for his Mistress.



“Can I just speak now, as a person, not a … toy, or whatever?” Janet said, no Sir or Ma’am, her head still in Amanda’s lap.

“Of course,” Amanda said. She smoothed Janet’s hair.

“You guys are a bunch of cruel motherfuckers.”

Amanda looked over at Jon.

“You really didn’t tell her everything she needed to know, did you…”



Janet was surprised to be greeted at the door by a young blonde woman wearing nothing but a leather collar. She was shorter than Janet, with remarkably pointed breasts, like you only see in the old nudie magazines – the really old nudie magazines. They just don’t make tits like that, anymore.

“Hello, Jon,” she said, like this was nothing unusual. Maybe it wasn’t.

“Hi, doll,” Jon said – did he call all women “doll”? “Jack in?”

“Yes, of course. He’s expecting you. He’s in the living room.”

“Hannah, this is Janet,” John said. “Janet, Hannah.”



“You have to see it all as a game, Jen,” Carolyn said. “You have to play; to see people as the pieces, the boys as toys.”

She patted Ken on the back. “See?”

“Ohh,” Jennifer said, wide-eyed, like a light bulb went on in her head. She gave her hips an extra shove, driving the dildo deeper into Ken’s ass. “Boys are toys,” she said.

Ken could only groan again.



Being so obviously gagged, her mouth full and spread wide open, gave Janet a surreal feeling. Was it simply a precaution in a public building? Or was it a silencing humiliation – a signal that, as a woman, a naked one at that, she was just tits and ass, to be seen and not heard?

There was a small, shameful thrill in that.



The camera had been placed high, looking straight down. At the very center of the image was a spread-eagled young woman, a fair-skinned redhead stretched – very tightly – into a perfect X, cuffs fastened to the floor on which she lay. Even with the camera far enough away to take in the entire scene, it was clear the girl was having a tough time of it.



She closed her eyes, and sensed the turbulence across her bare and sore body, heard the roar of road noise and wind and the big old engine. She jiggled her clit with her fingers, stroked it like no one else quite knew how. No pornographic scenarios ran through her mind; no Jon, no Dmitri. She simply felt – and it felt pretty good.



Naked, Janet was halfway up, near the tight center of the web. As she looked ahead, into the dark window cut into the metal building above her, she swore she could see…

… two yellow eyes. Glowing, almost, in the darkness of the tiny building. The eyes moved – toward Janet.



Janet knew she didn’t have a dominant bone in her body. She was a sub, through and through. Usually, it was hot; sexy. She was thrilled to be submissive. Her body and will were supple, pliable, and that was what the people she found sexiest were looking for. But sometimes, when it spilled over into real life…

There was only one person in the world she would love to see suffer, and that was Carolyn. Yes. On her knees, naked, tears running down her perfect little cheeks.



“Look, I…”

She nervously tapped a fingernail on her cast. “Could we…? Look, I can’t do this like this. Could you take off your clothes and get on your knees? It’s the only way I know how to talk to you.”

“No.” Don’t say it, don’t say it. He didn’t call her Mistress.

“Would you… at least kneel? Here, by my chair. Just come closer.”



The whip slashed across Janet’s shoulder and she screamed, out of embarrassment as much as pain. This was supposed to be on a private island somewhere, a kingdom, a pirate ship. An exorbitant mansion, at least. Not in a living room six blocks from home surrounded by her realtor, her dentist, her accountant.




Whatever her reasons, the young woman chose to stay here and strive to fulfill her duty, to be this beautiful sculpture, a mere object for her Mistress’s appreciation. It had to be difficult work, attaining this level of exactitude for hours at a time, that heavy weight around her neck.

About the author

LN Bey is the author of the erotic novel Blue and the upcoming almost-a-novel collection of erotic stories Villa. Bey’s short stories have been published in The Big Book of Submission 2, No Safewords 2, Dancing With Myself: Stories of Self-Love, Best Bondage Erotica 2015, Erotic Teasers, and Love Slave: Sizzle. In addition to writing erotica, Bey also writes deep ‘n’ thinky reviews and essays on erotic novels, film and art at

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