The Subs Club

A year ago, my best friend Hal died at the hands of an incompetent "dom." So I started the Subs Club, a private blog where submissives can review doms and call out the douche bags. A perfect example of the kind of arrogant asshole I mean? The Disciplinarian. He has a pornstache. He loves meat, stoicism, America, and real discipline. And he thinks subs exist to serve him. But . . . not everything about him is awful. His Davy Crockett act just seems like a cover for his fear of intimacy, and part of me wants to show him it's okay to get close to people. And, I mean, sue me, but I have fantasized about real discipline. Not role-play, but like, Dave, you're gonna be thirty in four years and you still work in a mall; get your ass in gear or I'll spank it. Not that I'd ever trust anyone with that kind of control. I'm gonna redefine "battle of wills" for the Disciplinarian. Or I'm gonna bone him. It's hard to say. -Dave

Honestly, I'm ready to take a step back from the Subs Club. Making the kink world a safer place for subs is the sort of bandwagon I'd have boarded as an idealist in my early twenties, but now I'm a pragmatist in my late twenties. I prefer to focus on adopting and raising a child. But unexpected factors inevitably derail my plans. Like Drix Seger-attractive and the first genuine sadist I've encountered. If I were not in the process of renouncing my masochistic ways and becoming the normal, responsible potential father the adoption agency wants to see, Drix and I might do well together. But he has a foolish name and belongs to a cult of vampyres, and I am quitting kink. So why does Drix's infatuation with blood and biting make me so hot I can't think straight? And why, when he looks at me, does he seem to see something beyond a basket case with a stick up my ass? Can I start a new phase in my life without leaving part of myself behind? Please send help. -Miles

Look, I'll never stop missing Hal, but this Subs Club my friends started to review suck-ass doms isn't gonna bring him back or give him justice. For me, it's just another chance to hang out with my friends, even if they think I'm too dumb to understand the important work we're supposedly doing. But maybe I'm not as dumb as they think-at least I know when I've got a good thing going. Which is why I just moved in with my dom. Ryan's awesome possum. He's really short, never makes me feel stupid, and is up for anything. One word: costumes. Two more words: women's underwear. We're all about the lace, no leather. Except when we do pony play. We first tried it as a joke, but turns out I'm ballin' at it. Now PetPlayFest is coming up, and I wanna take down the Subs Club's archrival, Cinnamon the ponygirl, in the horse show. My friends think I'm spending too much time with Ryan and ignoring my obligations to the group. But since when is friendship an obligation? Ryan's my first serious relationship, and I want to take it . . . seriously. At some point I need to think about my future, not my past. -Kamen

Thirty people. Two hours. Only the strong will survive. When Riddle decides to put on a slave hunt, the Subs Club is on board. Tops hunting bottoms in the woods with paintball guns? Yes. Captives strung up on whipping posts, at the mercy of their captors? Hell yes. But on the morning of the hunt, nothing's going according to plan. Miles and Drix are at odds over Miles's reluctance to move in together. Dave is determined to show up D, who thinks Dave won't last two minutes in the woods. Gould finds himself torn between obeying his master's orders and living out a longtime fantasy. And Kamen inadvertently becomes a double agent when he aligns himself with two different parties. By the end of the hunt, alliances will be forged and broken, loyalties will be tested, relationships will be strengthened...and someone will barrel roll. Narrated by ten different characters, Slave Hunt tells the story of two hours in the woods that will change everyone forever. Or at least, remind them that love is the greatest victory of all.

It's meant to incite a revolution. For the past 30 years, high consequence industries like aviation and healthcare have rethought the concept of workplace accountability. Being pushed out are the old tactics of blame and shame for a more enlightened view of how we can help inescapably fallible employees produce great outcomes. It means building a learning culture, it means building a different culture of accountability. The revolution comes, however, when it spreads beyond aviation and healthcare to every employer - including your local sub shop. Come alongside Milo, a manager at the fictional Dave's Subs, and his five inescapably fallible employees. Be part of Milo's year long journey to find a better system of workplace justice. Be part of the revolution.

Focuses on common word families for beginning readers featuring a picture glossary, rebus sentences, word family words, and a story section.

This book examines the micro-cultural ideologies of the journalism profession in Britain and Australia by focusing on the design, execution and development of newspaper building architecture. Concentrating on the main newspaper buildings in some of the major metropolitan areas in Australia (Melbourne, Sydney, Adelaide) and the UK (Manchester, London, Edinburgh and Liverpool) from 1855 to 2010, Newspaper Building Design and Journalism Cultures in Australia and the UK: 1855–2010 interweaves a rich analysis of spatial characteristics of newspaper offices with compelling anecdotes from journalists’ working lives, to examine the history, evolution and precarious future of the physical newsroom and the surrounding interior and exterior space. The book argues that newspaper buildings are designed to accommodate and extend journalism’s professional values and belief systems over time and that their architecture reflects ideological change and continuity in these value and belief systems, such as the evolution from trade to profession. Ancillary factors, such as the influence of the newspapers’ owners on the building design and the financing of new structures are also considered. As professional practice rapidly shifts out of the newspaper offices, this insightful study questions what this may mean for the future of the industry. Newspaper Building Design and Journalism Cultures in Australia and the UK: 1855–2010 will benefit academics and researchers in the areas of media, journalism, cultural studies and urban history.

We started the Subs Club to make the kink community safer for subs. Except now the others are so busy chasing their happy endings, it's like they've forgotten what Bill did to Hal and the fact that he got away with it. They used to think I was betraying Hal's memory by hooking up with the owners of the club where he died. Now they don't seem to care about any of it anymore. Maybe I am sometimes angry with GK and Kel for giving Bill a second chance, but they've been mentoring me for a year now, and whatever else they've done, they make me feel incredibly safe. So I want to try something: I want to offer them my complete submission, 24/7. To serve the people who forgave Bill. That's the way I want to hurt. Except I'm starting to care about them in a way I never meant to--and I think they feel the same way. But after Hal, I don't know if I want to be in love again. Because what I really need, more than anything, is to see Bill brought to justice. Even if I have to do it myself. Even if it means losing GK and Kel. --Gould