Today I finished a novel.  A sequel to a precious little book called “Elizabeth’s Education.”  The new book, simply entitled, “Elizabeth’s Education II – More Lessons To Be Learned” – has all the components.  Bondage, spanking, love, romance – and it’s set in England in the 1800’s.

When I write, my characters talk to me.  Sometimes I have no idea what they’re going to say until they say it – or where the story will take me.  I feel like a passenger on a journey, destination unknown.

Elizabeth’s Education II was no different.  Except – it was different.  It has been a decade since I wrote the first Elizabeth’s Education and I remember feeling the same way.   I didn’t feel that I was writing at all.  It felt much more as if I was reliving something.

It was why I wrote Deja Vu.  A time travel D/s novel.  Well, time travel of sorts.  Because the feelings of yesteryear were so strong when I wrote Elizabeth’s Education I had to try and convey the feelings of someone living today, but feeling as if she belonged in another country and in another time.

There were no plans for a second Elizabeth’s Education, but once I started there was no stopping me.  It was an obsession.

Why am I even talking about this?  No, it’s not a cheap plug for my books.  It is a question mark.

Why does my heart beat a little faster when I watch historical shows based in the UK?

Why do my fantasies always involve an English Dominant?  Where did this need come from in the first place?

I’m not crazy – I’m just intrigued.  Albert Einstein was convinced time wasn’t linear.  Perhaps he was right.  Perhaps we are all living some strange kind of parallel life.  All I know is that when Elizabeth is falling on her knees in front of her Master, when she is being disciplined for being a cheeky young woman, when her Master puts her across his lap, I close my eyes and I am there.

Submission in all its glory – I am so blessed to be able to live it through her.  Fantasy without any of the risks or fears.  Elizabeth can experience anything she wants to.  There are no boundaries – no judgements – and the love her Master offers her is pure and trustworthy.

We should all be so lucky.  Maybe we were once…

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