Part Three: Interview with Author Ernest Greene, Master of O

You can read parts one and two here. Ernest Greene continues discussing how he cam to write his book, Master of O. Obviously, there was some interesting writing to be had on this subject, but I guess I kept on reading other kinds of BDSM fiction and I just wasn’t finding anything much that felt real. I would say Jean de Berg’s “The Image” had that feeling and right so, as … [Read more...]

Part Two: Interview with Author Ernest Greene, Master of O

Read Part One here! Dexx: So last night you won an award. Fetish Film of the Year? Ernest Greene: Actually it was for body of work from the L.A. Fetish Film Festival. Nina: It’s the Legacy Award. Ernest Green: It’s for the “millions” of fetish films I’ve made. I’ve made a lot of them but I still think it’s under seven digits. Nina: For the longest time you were … [Read more...]

Interview with Author Ernest Greene, Master of O

I was fortunate along with anniebear to sit down with some BDSM legends, Ernest Greene and his wife Nina Hartley. I asked them about the history of BDSM, where it's headed and also the rise of BDSM porn. I hope you enjoy part one of this three part interview. -Dexx Dexx: Great to have both of you! Ernest Green, you’re known to many of our readers as the author of the hit … [Read more...]

Erotica: Master of O, Chapter Five

The strobe power packs beeped and popped when O test-fired the big Leica. For an instant, a brilliant flare from the lights on the umbrella stands illuminated the center of the darkened studio. O, dressed in a plain, black bra top, black tights and red, knee-high Doc Martens, stood next to the small, torso-shaped iron cage dangling from the ceiling on a long chain and studied … [Read more...]

Erotica: Poker Night at Master of O’s

The next time he called, Steven instructed O to put on full makeup “as slutty as possible,” and present herself at his place at nine-thirty p.m. When O arrived, she found the large table covered in green felt and set up for blackjack, with decks of guilt-edged playing cards and stacks of clay chips. The sight made O’s stomach flutter. As usual, Steven (dressed tonight in a … [Read more...]