Katze Snow is another new-to-me author. We met during Sean Kerr’s Dead Camp 4 Trailer Release Party a little less than a month ago. Katze and I were both invited by Sean to share in celebrating his new release.
Katze is a strong independent young woman who is rapidly, creating a following for herself in the M/M world. Plus she’s from Edinburgh! How cool is that?
So let’s get to know Katze!
1. Tell us a little bit about yourself.
I’m a 22 year old author who likes to write about men doing obscene things to each other. I live in Edinburgh with my wolf-dog, Kiba, and soon-to-be kitty, Juno. Coffee, animals, and sarcasm are what I live for. And men with beards.
2. Can you tell us a little bit about your latest release? And what readers can expect when they open one of your books?
My newest release, Dark Silence, is a psychological MM thriller that is not for the faint hearted. It’s dark, it’s twisted, and has you questioning everything you once thought to be innocent. I’m super proud of this release! It’s a rollercoaster ride that won’t disappoint lovers of dark erotica.
3. When it comes to love what are your personal thoughts? Do you believe in true love? In soul mates?
I believe there’s someone out there for everyone! Sometimes, when you stop looking, you find them. That’s what everyone always tells me.
4. Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way, either growing up or as an adult?
Growing up, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte was the book that influenced me. It introduced me to the world of literature, but it also showed me that true love does exist. I’ve read the book so many times and I love each and every one of the movies.
Zoe Perdita was the MM author who introduced me to this community. I love her Haven City series.
5. Does/has anything in real life influence your writing? (Life experiences, films, books, celebrities, music, places, etc.)
Life experiences, first and foremost, but music is also a huge part of my writing. I can’t write in silence and I always have music playing in the background. Sometimes a certain lyric triggers an entire book for me.
6. What do you find to be the most difficult part of the writing process?
Not despising what you’re writing. I think every artist is their own worst critic, but overcoming self-doubt is the hardest part, in my opinion. Just remember that you’re already doing amazing and you should be proud of yourself!
Excerpt from Dark Silence (The Bound Subject Volume I)
Tristan almost laughed at how ridiculous this was, but Claude could really hurt him, so he settled with biting his lips again. It was just a headband—he could handle that. Claude secured the band into his, messy, dark hair, and the perverted asshat even tousled his head. “Good boy. Now, how about some milk?”
Tristan glared at him but knew if he said no, it could result in a much worse punishment than an uncomfortable plug and slight humiliation. “Yes, Professor,” he replied with an obviously fake smile.
“First, we need to help build it up,” Claude replied in his usual, noncommittal way.
His fingers curled around Tristan’s flaccid cock, and began stroking until it hardened. Then, opening his nightstand drawer, he brought out a long, leather cage, and a pencil sized wand. He held them up so Tristan could see.
“The cage will prevent you from coming, and the wand will keep you hard. Absolutely no touching… because I will know of it and I will not be pleased.”
He strapped Tristan’s cock and balls inside the leather cage, and then placed the wand alongside his already throbbing shaft. Securing the straps in place, he fastened the wand in and then readjusted the cage slightly. The wand curved at the top, and wrapped around his over sensitive slit, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
“Hopefully, we will only need to do this for a week,” Claude rumbled, still repositioning the straps. “But I’m willing to go longer if you cannot learn to behave.”
Tristan shuddered at the thought. A whole fucking week?
At least it’s not the White Room.
So far, his punishment was far less extreme than the actual non-punishment fucking had been.
Maybe Tristan should run away more often.
How can I joke at a time like this?
He was unable to even catch his breath, too sick with worry and dread and fear and what are you going to do to me?
Claude scooped him into his arms and carried him toward the cage. No! He began to flail rapidly, thrusting his body against Claude’s iron grip. There was no way he could stay in that cage for a minute let alone a whole week!
“Stop kicking!” Claude snapped, tightening his grip on Tristan’s body.
He stopped thrashing, and Claude placed him down into the metal cage. Tristan curled up on the wafer-thin blanket that was inside, though he’d never in a million years be able to sleep here.
Claude reached in and fastened a pair of leather cuffs around Tristan’s wrists and ankles, who sobbed when they were latched onto the iron bars.
“I’m giving you the option to be quiet,” Claude said, his voice harsh and clear. “If you fail to do so, I will gag you.”
Tristan nodded, all fight evading him. However, his eyes widened when Claude grabbed another wand from his pocket, and placed it between Tristan’s balls and perineum. He secured it in place with one of the straps on the cage, and then it started to vibrate. Along with the butt plug, it had been too intense, and he yelped despite his mind begging him to keep silent.
“Do I need to get the gag already?” Claude threatened, and Tristan shook his head.
“N-no, Professor.” Those words were already breathless, and Tristan knew it was on the lower setting.
“Good boy. For now, I have kept the setting on low, but there are multiple levels to this. Each time you misbehave or speak out of turn, I’ll raise the setting and add a day to your edging. When I think you’ve earned it, you will be milked, and we’ll see how your behaviour is from there.” Claude closed and locked the cage, then shook a small remote. “Remember to be good, Tristan, and the setting will remain low. Pleasing me will limit your pain, and similarly, angering me will increase it. Do you understand me?”
He couldn’t manage a coherent response. He simply shook his head as the vibrations moved through his body in waves, torturing him.
Claude nodded impassively. “I’ll check on you later. When I retire to bed, you’ll please me until you’re dismissed. You’re just an animal to me now, Tristan, and I’ll make good use of that while I can.”
It wasn’t up for discussion. Tristan knew when that moment arrived, Claude would do whatever he wanted with him.
And Tristan would do nothing.
Because he could do nothing.