hello i love bratty dommes

TALE OF RHO BOOK I: DEVIL’S PLAYTHINGS is out today on Kindle! Get your copy for $6.99 or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited and enjoy a sexy paranormal reverse harem story full of ageplay, femdom, foot stuff, cannibalism, humiliation, spanking, a desperate old pervert who licks bathwater off the floor, and more libertine mayhem than you could shake a cane at. This slow-burn serialized story is in large part an homage to TALE OF GENJI, and like that famous book it is L O N G. Strap in and enjoy–you can expect one TALE OF RHO book every month/month and a half for the next half a year or so, so if you want a finished erotica serial to read right now, check out BE MY BULLY. It stars the same character, even…kind of. You’ll see what I mean once you’ve started this trippy, sexy, ultraviolent paranormal romance.

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“What are eidolons, exactly? Vampires?”

“Yes, and. Think bigger.”

“Demons?”

“Yes, and.”

“Ghosts?” Rhoda wrinkled her nose in irritation. “Faeries? Aliens? Angels?”

“Yes, yes, yes and, baby.”

DEATH IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS.

At least, it’s not what Rhoda Dendron thought it would be like–or rather, Rhoda Kingston. After the surreal events in the strange school and town of Griswald gained clarification, if not conclusion, Rhoda was ready for life to settle down. But when an entity in the guise of bad boy (well–bad older man) detective Felix Eirwen offers her an opportunity to flee mundane reality for eternal life as something called an Eidolon, she’s more than happy to explore what a new reality has to offer her…even if it means leaving certain things behind.

Not everything stays where she left it, however. There’s really no place like home: and in her new home there’s a Lulu, and even a Talbot…albeit a Talbot calling himself Emmanuel Harteveldt. Suave, calculating, and dangerously seductive, cunning libertine Dr. Harteveldt is a former OB-GYN with a lifetime full of secrets and a penchant for sadistic mindgames to rival Rhoda’s own. And he might be a little too eager to take the family’s new brat in hand for Felix’s liking.

Although he can’t really blame the old abortionist for his keen fascination with the new addition to their lineage. After all, Felix finds Rhoda pretty irresistible, himself. Especially when she calls him “Daddy.”

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hello i love debut novels: INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY is available today

that’s right: with my library of titles available on Amazon as huge as it is, INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY is still my first standalone novel of transgessive fiction. this perverse fairy tale of alienation is a must-read for fans of dottie for you and anyone who enjoys the darker fiction brought to us during the 1980s and 1990s. when a woman discovers she’s immortal but not invulnerable, she begins a career as the sadomasochistic camgirl and performance artist known as the degenetrix. i wouldn’t go so far as to say this novel of extreme horror is an erotica, but it does have some very sexual elements…especially if you’re the sort of person who likes to see a woman smash her hand with a hammer, submit to having acid poured into her brain, publicly degrade herself in a series of performances critical of shakespeare, and way way more. oh–and it’s free on kindle unlimited.

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A female FIGHT CLUB for a pandemic world, an ATROCITY EXHIBITION for an embittered generation of Internet addicts, a response to THE ROOM that would make even Hubert Selby Jr. cringe–INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY is a transgressive love story by 2020 breakout author REGINA WATTS.

Once upon a time lived a woman who was immortal but not invulnerable. This is the story of everything that happened after she discovered that fact. This is the story of a virus. It is the story of a country that is afraid of change. This is the story of a woman who becomes a sadomasochistic performance artist called “The Degenetrix” during a time when the human race is more isolated than ever before.

This is the story of the Degenetrix and the career she built by mutilating herself on the Internet for the pleasure of strangers, of stalkers, and of a mysterious benefactor who showers her with wealth but refuses to reveal his identity. This is the story of love during pandemic, of alienation in an alienated world. This is the story of pain and of lust and of the human mind.

But don’t worry. This is a happy story, and you are permitted to feel happy while you read it. Empathy is the greatest of all human virtues and the human race has been put on this planet called “Earth” so as to learn it.

Such is the will of spider-mother.

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hello i love filthy findom cannibal porn and medical bdsm

and if you clicked this post you must at least be curious about it. DOTTIE FOR YOU Episode 4: DOTTIE DOMESTICATED is now available on Kindle for $4.99 or FREE on KindleUnlimited! the newest novella-length episode in this steaming hot series of dolcett erotica contains one of the hottest findom scenes it has yet been my privilege to write. add some intense consensual cannibalism and a scene of medical stitches that will really bring out the sadomasochistic streak in all its readers, and baby, you have one episode of DOTTIE FOR YOU that just can’t be missed.

oh, and ps…DOTTIE FOR YOU Episode 5, DOTTIE IS DELICIOUS, isn’t supposed to be out until August 25th…but be sure to pre-order your copy, because there’s a good chance it might sneak out a week or two early. if it does, you can get it the day it comes out without even worrying about it!

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Dottie, Dottie. Harold loves Dottie. Sad as it is to think that a Fortune 500 CEO can be reduced to an absolute simp for his own fresh-faced secretary, that’s the truth of it. But given the taboo proclivities both he and Dottie share, the fixation held by this capitalist pig for his immortal dream-girl is fairly understandable. The whole cannibalism thing, well, that might not be quite so much–not for the world at large, anyway. Not even suave billionaire playboy Leo Byron, Harold’s oldest business partner, could understand this side of him.

But Harold doesn’t just have to protect himself: he feels an increasing urge to protect Dottie from the world, or at least to keep her at near him. After sensual acrobatics lead to a trip to the doctor for a nice new set of stitches, Harold can only see himself taking on an increasingly caring role in Dottie’s life–which is why, when Leo sweeps in hoping to poach the pretty secretary for his new tech start-up, Harold is more determined than ever to see DOTTIE DOMESTICATED. If he can’t have her at work, he wants to savor her haunting presence at home: and the thirsty CEO would do anything to prove his devotion.

Even give the twenty-four year old little minx total control of his wallet.

AND DON’T FORGET TO PRE-ORDER DOTTIE IS DELICIOUS!

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hello i love free previews – two short chapters from INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY

Buy my debut standalone novel for $9.99 and get it the day it comes out on July 31st, 2020! If that command doesn’t convince you, then maybe these samples will.

5

By the next evening, the stranger had established her page on the video site. White, unadorned, empty of anything but her account name. Plain as her early set. After careful furniture rearrangement, she’d produced enough space to prop her budget photography screen against the kitchen/not-kitchen partition. There was even space for the lights. More adjustment made room for the camera. The barstool normally at the partition became her seat before the background. They were missing just one thing: after discussion, she took her seat with a hammer in her hand.


“Hello,” she began on his mark, but he immediately stopped the camera.


“You need more energy than that.”


“Do I?”


“Yeah. Think about those videos I showed you! These people were all super excited. You need to understand that you’re crafting a character.”


She pondered the head of the hammer. Rust lined the metal edge: the result of a leaky pipe in the last kitchen sink under which it had been stored. Time’s victim. “I’m so detached from myself. How could I come up with a character?”


“Oh, please, you’re the craziest girl I’ve ever met. You mean to say you’re not a character already?” He waved his hand at her. “Tell me what you feel about your situation. Do you like it more or dislike it more?”


“I guess I like it more. I like it a lot more than I dislike it.”


“And what do you like about it?”


“Well…” Her thumb pressed to the jagged texture of rust buildup, almost cuttingly sharp. “I guess it’s an opportunity to feel things. Things nobody else can ever feel.”


“So, you want to enjoy it—I mean, your condition. Your life.” Obviously uncomfortable with the true degree of her sadomasochism, he scratched his cheek before turning back to the camera. “Then I think that’s what you should tap into. If you want people to watch you, be excited about something. People love artists who are passionate about their art… Nobody likes a singer who’s too blasé, not for long.”


“Do people really want to see my passion for self-mutilation?”


“Just roll with it,” he said, adjusting the focus of the camera. “In three, two—”

6

The most-discussed viral phenomenon over the next few days was not the disease sweeping the globe but a surreal video of a lovely young woman in front of a white screen.


“Hi, everybody!” The woman giggled as if at herself and continued, “I’m the Degenetrix!” She introduced herself as a performance artist living in the city. Fairly close to true, or was about to be. It occurred to the woman only in the first few seconds of filming that this was a whole new medium for her. A massive shift: from making art to becoming art. The assumption of a new identity, “the Degenetrix,” a title suggested by the stranger and immediately embraced like the answer to some riddle.


This realization of new emergence was not apparent in the video’s final cut, where her image was superimposed with the familiar clip of her body smashing against a windshield. “You probably know me from the hit-and-run video that’s been making the rounds! A lot of people have wanted to know about me: Was she in shock? Is she on drugs? Is it a publicity stunt? No! I’m a real person. And what you’re about to see is real, too.”


Once the camera panned to reveal the hammer in her hand, the woman known as the Degenetrix stood up, crossed behind the stool, laid her left hand upon it, and attempted to bring the hammer down with her right.

“Ah!”


The first blow made her cry out but was not hard enough to achieve anything stupendous. The second got a knuckle and a “Fuck!” but yielded no satisfying break. “Help me,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Help me, help me, damn you—”


After the shake of the camera upon its tripod resolved to a still frame, the cameraman appeared in the scene to help her. Face obscured by the low angle so all that could be seen was his arm, the man took the hammer and repeatedly brought it to bear upon her fingers.

“Oh, God!” Her screaming pierced the apartment, and she realized at once that this would never fly—they had to get sound-dampening equipment to line her not-kitchen. This was one of a flurry of out-of-place practical thoughts—strange, spontaneous expansions of imagery the way people thought of chores during sex. In the video, she didn’t appear to be thinking about anything: only screaming, profaning, gripping her abused left hand by the wrist to keep it in place while the hammer smashed away.

The man stumbled off frame again. Viewers commented that the sound at time stamp 3:14 was likely the sound of the hammer being dropped. For about thirty seconds, the footage showed only the woman, gasping, weeping, her forehead against the edge of the barstool while she stared through tear-matted eyelashes at the pulp of her hand. Gradually, her crying calmed. The camera shook as it was removed from its tripod and the cameraman’s arc swung wide to reveal bits and pieces of an apartment, lighting equipment—no substantial wires or special effects equipment immediately visible. Only the woman, who, still collapsed against the stool, lifted her head at the camera’s approach and managed a shaky inhalation.

“This is real,” she wetly emphasized, reaching off-screen for a paper towel she used to blot blood from her bruised hand. “This is a magic trick. I’m a performance artist. But this is real.”

The camera zoomed in on her cleaned hand. Crumpled fingers snapped back into place as if the woman were a blow-up doll expanding into shape. By the time ninety seconds had passed, the woman’s hand was healed. The camera panned over the breadth of her grin, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as if by postcoital ecstasy.

“If you want to see more, be sure to like this video, leave a comment, and subscribe to the channel. See you next time!”

One last shot of her waving her broken hand: an auto-suggestion from the website’s algorithm that viewers might also enjoy this clip of a man falling from a ladder and smashing his head on his driveway.

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hello i love the marquis de sade: read FAMILIARITY on april 30th, 2021

i’m pleased to reveal the digital-exclusive cover of familiarity, due april 30th, 2021: that’s next walpurgisnacht for you non-occult normies out there. out of all the covers m. f. sullivan has produced for me, this one might be my favorite yet. remind you of anything? only my favorite cover for my favorite book of all time. oh and what do you know sullivan also wrote the forward too that’s very nice of her. i think it’s safe to say that if you like nabokov, libertine fiction, and my own personal sugardaddy in sin, the dark lord satan (HAIL SATAN), i guarantee you will lap up every one of the over 300,000 words in this depraved novel of transgressive fiction. pre-order your digital copy now to get it on april 30th, 2021!

oh, uh, also, if u r a sensitive sally about abortion, amputation, the long-term ramifications of child abuse, satanic rituals, CIA mind control and harassment techniques, and more, then maybe steer clear.

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Coming APRIL 30th, 2021: A horrific and salacious transgressive novel from the author of INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY and DOTTIE FOR YOU, this modern mash-up of LOLITA and DANGEROUS LIAISONS is for any reader with a strong stomach who’s looking for a fresh take on the Marquis de Sade.

Libertine abortionist Dr. Hammond Harteveldt bears a charmed life, though most might not feel that way. After all, his former brother-in-law was recently found dead in his prison cell while awaiting charges related to some very sordid sex crimes, and the retired widower has subsequently come into custody of his deeply troubled goddaughter, Theresa. Most affluent men of recreation would surely see sudden custody of a dependent as a chore, but not Hammond.

Far from it: Theresa’s presence in the uncanny Harteveldt home is an opportunity. He has not seen the girl in years–not since a falling out with her father–and the truth is that although the circumstances of her arrival were less than fortunate, she’s already brought so many good things into his life. There’s the alluring and naive Grace Primrose, young Theresa’s fetching high school librarian caught in a dead-end, humdrum marriage from which her Catholic values will not permit her to extricate herself despite her sensual dreams of a more exciting life. Then there’s poor Isaac Redfern, the normally skeptical FBI agent responsible for Theresa’s case who seems as if he’s hovering on the verge of a nervous breakdownincreasingly paranoid about nonsense like ‘gangstalking’ and other purportedly CIA tactics of psychological terrorism. Comes to think Hammond’s at the head of some kind of cult something-or-other, poor old dog.

But then, of course, there is Theresa herself. Theresa, ah, Theresa–Theresa, who will be eighteen on Walpurgisnacht, and who even before then proves an eager student in her godfather’s libertine designs. She’s fascinated with Primrose and Redfern, both.

And by Satan, Dr. Harteveldt is smitten with all three of them.

hello i love fresh cannibal erotica

read dottie for you episode 3: dottie’s bodies for $4.99 or free on kindleunlimited! this novella-length episode of everybody’s favorite gynophagia erotica series is easily one of the most alarming books i’ve written to date, so don’t wait! buy your copy of dottie’s bodies today and learn the context of fun quotes like

“But please!” Gasping, doomed Dottie clung to him while he tried not to look as pleased as he felt. “Oh, I know I’m not a very good little piggie! I’m too skinny and I just don’t eat like I should, but please, please, you have to eat me—oh, it’s all I want! All I’ve ever wanted, to be eaten by you—please, please, I have no other reason to live than to be your meat! Why was I born at all if my master can’t eat me?”

Dottie’s Bodies, Dottie For You Episode 3 by Regina Watts Painted Blue Publishing (2020)

haha isn’t it fun to live on a planet where you can write sentences like that without being struck down by god? hail satan i love writing. anyway don’t miss this latest installment of dottie if you like ageplay, dolcett, guro, hot girls in cute shorts, and scathing satire of billionaire erotica in general.

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There’s no girl on earth like Dottie Shipman. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s so sexy it hurts–oh yeah, and she’s immortal. Kind of. Dolcett aficionado and Fortune 500 CEO Harold Fleetwood can’t help but be obsessed with a girl who begs for bedroom activities a good deal more extreme than the average lover would dare think up. There’s just one problem: Dottie is Harold’s secretary, or one of them…and unfortunately for Harold, the office gossip mill doesn’t make exceptions for the boss.

They’ll have to keep their relationship a secret if Harold doesn’t want to end up the new face of workplace indiscretion. But how is such a thing possible when seeing her from across the room overwhelms Harold with increasingly unbearable compulsive thoughts? How can he compartmentalize his dark desires for Dottie’s perfect flesh and act as if he only loves her on the weekends, when they can steal away another sizzling two days at Harold’s renovated slaughterhouse in the isolated countryside?

And how can he keep the rest of the world, including but not limited to his employees, his housekeeper, and his ex-wife, from discovering his lust for the psychedelic flesh of immortal DOTTIE’S BODIES?

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hello i love transgressive fiction

pre-order industrial divinity, my standalone transgressive fiction debut! i’m thrilled to finally share this novel with you and am eternally grateful to nuno moreira for his cover, as well as editor michelle hope for her keen eye–and for her generous willingness to forego the proceeds of the editing process in exchange for donating it directly to several charities. and i guess m.f. sullivan deserves a little credit for the typesetting. 😉 anyway check this new release out. this one is for fans of chuck palahniuk, j.g. ballard, hubert selby jr., ryu murakami, chandler morrison, and anybody who generally likes splatterpunk, transgressive or bizarro fiction. fans of dottie for you are also particularly urged to check out industrial divinity.

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Once upon a time lived a woman who was immortal but not invulnerable. This is the story of everything that happened after she discovered that fact. This is the story of a virus. It is the story of a country that is afraid of change. This is the story of a woman who becomes a sadomasochistic performance artist called “The Degenetrix” during a time when the human race is more isolated than ever before.

This is the story of the Degenetrix and the career she built by mutilating herself on the Internet for the pleasure of strangers, of stalkers, and of a mysterious benefactor who showers her with wealth but refuses to reveal his identity. This is the story of love during pandemic, of alienation in an alienated world. This is the story of pain and of lust and of the human mind.

But don’t worry. This is a happy story, and you are permitted to feel happy while you read it. Empathy is the greatest of all human virtues and the human race has been put on this planet called “Earth” so as to learn it.

Such is the will of spider-mother.

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