Monday, April 23, 2012

New story I am working on

Working on a bunch of new stuff right now.  My main focus is on what I intend to be a long series about a woman that agrees to become a sex slave in exchange for large sum of money to take care of her family.  She assumes she will be a slave to someone in a foreign country but what she doesn't realize is she is being sold into slavery on another world.  It will involve the normal bdsm type sex but the otherworldly nature will allow me to compose scenes that are very unique.

Below is a small unedited snippet from my first draft.

The man said, "Now, remove all of your clothes and place them in a pile in front of you."
Anna did as instructed without much hesitation.  She asked, "Are you the one that purchased me."
"No my dear.  We are only now preparing you for sale," he replied.
Anna removed her top and discarded it on the floor.  Her large breasts were tightly confined by an undersized white lace bra.  She reached behind her back to unhook her bra and as she did her breasts broke free from their prison.  They were very perky considering their size.  Next she removed her shoes and slid off her skirt to reveal her perfect ass.  Her body was very tight from the dancing that she did.  Finally the white lace panties came off.  Her pubic hair was well trimmed but not completely shaved.
The man in the suit seemed unphased by the beauty before him.  As he approached her one of the military men entered the room again.  He brought the man in the suit a pair of leather writ restraints with a chain attached and retreated from the room after picking up Anna's clothes.  He was not subtle about catching a glimpse of her naked body.
The man in the suit spoke again, "Hold out your hands."
Anna complied and he fastened the restraints around her wrists.  Anna looked up as she heard a chain lowering from the darkness above.  The man hooked the chain in his hand to the chain from the ceiling and it began to retract pulling her arms up over her head.
The soldier entered the room once more and brought the man in the suit two leg restraints and again he left.
"Spread your legs," he said.  As Anna complied he knealt down and attached a restraint to her right leg.  He attached the leg restraint to a think metal ring protruding from the floor with a six inch lentch of chain.  He repeated this task on her left leg. 
As he stood, Anna could here the chain above her rattle as it retracted further.  She felt herself being lifted from the ground.  She struggled slightly as an involuntary reflex.  The chain above stopped when the chains attached to her ankle restraints were taught.  Anna hung in this position unable to move.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

New Releases

My sales tell me that my readers like bondage and they like cheerleaders.  I therefore give you The Cheerleader Diaries.  Parts one and two are available on Amazon and Smashwords.  Parts three and four are also available on smash words and will be available probably sometime today on Amazon.  Also, check out my facebook page for some discount coupons for my books that I will be posting in a few minutes.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Seth Daniels Publishing Homepage

Make sure you check out my new website

If you like my stories this may be the most cost effective way to get them as I now offer a membership plan which gives you free access to all of my ebooks as well as a few of the other authors I publish.

A highly recommended partner

If you love my stories and you would like to add a bit of a visual component I highly recommend checking out Bound Gang Bangs(A video sample should be to your right).  I will also be posting some of their content here that I think fits in perfectly with my stories.

Monday, May 30, 2011

The Artist - Free Short Story from Seth Daniels

It may seem difficult to think of a killer as an artist but that is exactly how Matt saw himself.  He did not see himself as a murder or a killer.  Death was beautiful to him when done well.  When he was eight years old, his mother hung herself.  He never found out why and he really didn’t care.  What caught his eye when he found her was her attention to detail.  She had meticulously planned her own death so that it somehow seemed less vulgar.
Vicky Peterson, his latest victim, was going to die.  He knew it and although she did want to believe it, Vicky probably knew it too.  She was in the bathtub when he entered the house through a basement door.  She washed her naked body blissfully unaware of the intruder that had entered.  He took his time as he walked through the house to the location of his prey.  Tonight’s piece was the latest in a series he referred to as Random Acts of Violence.  Under normal circumstances, he would research his victim and plan the death for weeks ahead of time; much like a sculptor would not simply start chipping away without a plan.  With his Random Acts series, he would simply pick a house and enter through the basement.  Once he was inside the art would come to him and he would decide on the method of death as well as how to display his work.
He entered the bedroom and heard the bathwater running.  The plan started to come together in his mind.  First, he would need to paralyze his victim.  The one item he allowed himself to bring along for a Random Act was a syringe of Propofol.  A very small dose would sedate a person for a short period.
Vicky did not notice as he approached her from behind.  She was enjoying her relaxing bath too much after a tough first day at her nursing internship.  The first sign of the intruder was the needle piercing the skin on her neck.  She quickly moved away but it was too late.  The injection rapidly did its job.  The young nurse began to lose muscle control and slipped under the water before Matt grabbed her hair and pulled her back out.  He bound her arms behind her back at the elbows and her legs at the knees and ankles with rope he spotted in the basement.
Propofol is very short acting and so she regained consciousness in a short time.  He took another rope and tied it to her hair.  He then connected it to the bindings at her elbows and knees.  Music was blaring from the bedroom to cover any screams although she seemed to understand that would do her no good and she lay there quietly.
With the bindings in place, he carried her back to the bathroom and returned her to the tub only this time she was facedown.
He left the room for a few minutes and Vicky tried to escape from her binding but it was no use.  The knots only seemed to tighten as she struggled.  When he returned he sat on the edge of the porcelain tub as he looked her over.  She assumed he was going to rape her but she could not have been more wrong.  To touch her sexually would be an affront to his art.  He injected her with an even smaller amount of Propofol than before.  This time it was just enough for a hallucinogenic effect.  She would know what was happening to her but wouldn’t care because of the effects of the drug until it was too late.
He made a tiny cut in her thigh.  The deep red blood began to trickle out and run down the pristine white slope of the bathtub until it began to pool around her face.  He continued making small incisions until he was satisfied that the cuts would produce the desired effect.
As the fog began to clear from Vicky’s mind, she tasted the coppery blood in her mouth.  She tried to scream but for some reason she found she could not.  She lifted her head back to keep her nose out of the now deepening pool of blood.
She knew screaming wouldn’t help but she thought maybe she could talk her way out of this.
“Please don’t do this.  I’ll give you anything you want,” she muttered with the sound of defeat in her voice.
Matt spoke for the first time, “You are giving me what I want.  Your sacrifice is necessary to create my work of art.  Your body will die tonight but you will live forever as work number 57 of the Death in Art Killer.”
Vicky struggled to keep her head back but eventually exhaustion caused her to lose the will to fight anymore and her face sank into the pool of her own blood.  The Artist watched as she briefly put up a last struggle before succumbing to her fate.
When she stopped moving he dipped his finger into the blood and signed the blood and signed her back ‘The Artist’.
Detective Marks cell phone rang and he cringed when he answered.  The voice on the other end simply said “134 Eagle Landing Road, upstairs bathroom,” and then the line went dead.  The detective new that meant that The Artist had struck again and they were no closer to finding him than they were fifty-six murders before.

Excerpt from Meet my Twin Sisters - Family Matters - Available on Smashwords

It was a beautiful summer day that I drove my parents to the airport. They were going to Europe for the summer and I was more than happy to stay behind. Having just turned twenty, I was ready to have the place to myself for the summer. Well, almost to myself, I had to keep an eye on my sisters. I had twin sisters that were just a bit younger than me. Now, they are plenty old to take care of themselves but my parents didn't trust them on their own yet. It was a shame that they were my sisters because they had really blossomed and I would kill to spend the summer with any two other girls that looked like that. I was starting to think of them a little differently when I was snapped back to reality by the voice over the intercom calling my parent's flight number. I kissed my mom and then gave my dad a hug and told them to make sure they brought me something back. They boarded the plane and I headed back to my car to begin my summer of fun.
I stopped on the way home to get some beer and liquor since I would definitely be having some people over. When I got home I put the beer in the fridge and went up to my room to get my bathing suit on. I would finally get to sit out by our pool with a drink in my hand and catch some rays like my father always did. I changed into my suit and was getting a towel out of the closet when I realized that my sister Jenna was home. I walked over to her room and almost died when I saw her with one hand on her nipple and the other between her legs. She was the hottest girl I had ever seen. She looked better naked than I had ever imagined. I quickly got out of her doorway before she could see me and headed outside to the pool.
I laid in the lounge chair and tried to talk my dick down since it was ready to break through my shorts. I felt horrible for being this excited and tried to push the thought of my sisters naked body out of my mind. Just as I was starting to regain some control over my thoughts Jenna came walking out of the house wearing nothing but a smile. As soon as she reached the concrete pad that surrounded the pool she ran and dove right in. The water must have been pretty cold because when she surfaced you could have cut glass with her nipples.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Latest Book is Available

I have released a picture only book which you can purchase at

 It contains over 100 photos and when you buy the ebook you also have access to the images.