Review: Sub Plans

The Story: Sub Plans

The Author: SnowWhiteHeart

The Rating: M

The Pairing: Bella/Edward

The Status: WIP

The Summary: Bella is a math teacher by day, a strict Domme by night. Edward is a sub looking for someone to punish him for his misdeeds. Probably the only BDSM comedy you will ever read. Probably the only vamp-subward you'll ever meet.

The Review: This story is funny, sexy, fuckhawt and a treat to read. Bella is a domme in search of a new sub. In walks Edward. Literally. Although she is warned off from the man nicknamed 'Icefinger', she decides to take a chance. Four days a week the sub prepares different scenes for them to act out. The ingenuity is astounding! Props, scenery, costumes, food....Snowy has quite an imagination and it translates well to the page. I forget I am reading and picture myself right there. I can't wait to see more!

The Excerpt:
My eyes caught another glimpse of the absolutely beautiful specimen who was making his way towards my little table. Then again, my seat was close to the bar…he may just be getting a drink. Oh, please be walking up to me, "that guy". Please, please be up to my challenge.

And suddenly, quicker than I thought possible, he was at my table. "Hello," he said, sheepishly, eyes downcast.

This was a good sign. Subs ought to act their place at events like this—unlike that last jackass.

"Sit," I said to him, gesturing. His posture was erect, but guarded. This man was very stylish—a corduroy blazer over a graphic tee, paired with perfectly-fitted dark jeans. Urban, hip. Thank God no leather—I don't care how long I've been involved in this sort of thing, I will NEVER get into leather. He folded his hands neatly in his lap, and surprisingly began the conversation in a self-deprecating manner.

"Apparently," he said, eyes still downcast, "I should tell all potential Dommes this information before we begin." I leaned forward, ready to berate him for speaking out of turn, and not letting me begin our conversation. The nerve of these guys. He continued. "I've been rejected by every Dominatrix who has initially accepted me. I have been advised to tell you in advance a few of my qualities that have been turn-offs. Firstly, I can tolerate any kind of pain. I flinch at nothing, nor do I bruise or redden. Many women have found this off-putting, if you like that sort of thing."

Odd, but not a deal-breaker. I did the "go on" gesture, rolling my pointer finger.

"Um, I'm a math teacher. I dish out pain all day. I'm not that kind of Domme," I explained to him, trying to put him somewhat at ease. This was easily the strangest interview I've ever had. His posture relaxed somewhat.

"I also have very cold hands," he said, smirking. "It's been problematic in nearly every encounter I have had. Here, feel." I reached out my hands and touched his.

Freezerburn.