Only Two Words

Looks like I'm getting back to it! I have requests now, and have remade The List. So I present to you a new story.

What would it look like if my Mistress took me to a club? I have a list of fetishes. All I had to do was write.

Please enjoy.

Only Two Words

Hands at Ten and Two

I got a request!
It's been so long since that has happened. I missed it. And it took me a while to get to it. I needed to get in the right headspace.
But I got there, and I wrote this for a new friend.

In other news, there's a new book about to be released, written by yours truly. But that'll get it's own post.

Hands and Ten and Two

What I won't do

This is an unrequested story. I'm getting to know someone, and I wanted to write a story for her.

I've been thinking about it for a while. Didn't know how to start it. Didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what to pick from her list of interests, what to focus on. All those things she likes, all those things that interest her!

And then it came to me. All the things she wants to do, and what I won't do.

Please comment if you like this. If I knew people wanted more to read, I'd probably go back to writing.

What you want

Gearing up

I made a new friend the other day. At least, I hope we'll be friends. I met her at a bondage store, and it seemed to me like we all hit it off.

Yesterday, I asked if I could write her a story. It's been a long time since I've written based purely on a fetlife profile. I hope this is good. I hope she enjoys it.

And I hope you all enjoy it. Give me a holler, or drop a comment. Tell me there are people still interested, people who want me to start writing again.

Gearing up

Nancy and the bull

Today's request is a bit more graphic than I usually like to get. I prefer the tease, where the sex is off camera. But this... how the hell could I do this off camera?

Nancy and the Bull

Desires and Needs

Is my vacation over? Maybe. My other self finished his novel and went back to work with his boring normal job, so I get to fester in the rest of our head again. I get to have control some times, and I get to make him think dirty thoughts at inappropriate times.

So that's fun.

For those of you still keeping up on things, thank you. I haven't taken this long of a hiatus in... well, ever. I'll try to get back in the swing of things, try to reassert myself and my life in this brain I have to share.

For today, I got inspired by a conversation about desires and needs. And someone saying that bdsm erotica can't include safe words or other basic safety ideas because it 'detracts from the fantasy.' That it's never sexy to include that sort of thing.

Well, I disagree. But I'll be happy to hear your opinions too. Let me know what you think.

Wants and Needs

The promise of the tease

This is a request from someone who knows me in real life. I don't get those very often. I was surprised when she made the request, too; I'd always thought of her as a domme, not a sub. But hey, you learn something new every day.

Take me, for example. Today, I learned that when I let my mind write in the second person, it gets REALLY sadistic. And the poor sub in this story today learned that a little bit of knowledge can really, really suck.


The Promise of the Tease

Inverted Enema

I had this image one night, as I was about to go to sleep. Hanging by my ankles, holding in an enema. That would be bad.

But it could be worse...

Hold on tight

The Predicament of Pain and Pleasure

Predicament bondage. When someone is bound in such a way that they end up causing themselves pain when they move. There's lots of ways to do it, and (when done safely) it can be fantastic. But usually it's just one person in bondage. One person forced to stand on her toes to avoid being choked, or one person forced to pull on his balls in order to avoid sitting on ice.

But what if there were two? And their predicament was... combined?

That's the idea behind today's tale.

Predicament of Pain and Pleasure

The Fraulein

Do I need to specify that just because people have a nazi fetish, or because they think holocaust scenes can be hot, it doesn't mean they are ACTUALLY nazis or are ACTUALLY in favor of genocide? We're all adults, right? We can understand that there is a difference between fantasy and reality. We can agree that the sexy part, the power and humiliation, only works because the horrific parts aren't real, right? That it's still consensual?

With that out of the way... those uniforms are kinda hot, aren't they?

The Fraulein

The Boots that Bother Me

I don't know if you care, but I'm going to talk a bit about my process.

You see, I'm not interested in writing the simple and straightforward erotica. There's plenty of that out there. I want to write the more cerebral stuff. I want to write the stuff that looks from a different perspective, that looks at the world through a different lens. Maybe I'm kidding myself about that, maybe I'm not. But take today's story: I could have focused on all the things that are actually happening to the narrator. Instead, I focused on the one thing that WASN'T happening, the one thing that actually BOTHERED him.

I hope you like it.

It's the Boots that bother me

The Chase

Here is number 99 in the requester log. The 100 slot is already taken, and I have an idea for another story beyond that.

I don't think I'm ready to stop. Not yet.

Today's tale is about getting chased when you want to be caught. Even with all kinds of punishment that comes with being captured, sometimes it's worth it.

But you know that.

The Chase

Belted in for the show

Yeah, I know; been a while. I was kind of... tied up. My other self was on vacation, and depressed (what a pansy), and he wouldn't let me at the keyboard for a while. Hopefully, that's over now.

I had this image last night just before slipping away to dream land, and the image was so exciting that I just had to write this story about it. I hope you like.

Belted In

Thank god I don't know better

Someone commented yesterday that they appreciated me 'letting them in.' I can't tell you how much that comment meant to me. I don't know why, but somehow I felt like my own fantasies wouldn't be as interesting as writing out the fantasies of others. That's why I often go dormant when there are no requests.

Today, someone very important and wonderful asked me to tell her about my abduction fantasy. I shouldn't have done it. But isn't that the point?

Thank god I don't know better

Tell me what you want

I was on the verge of quitting yesterday. Right there on the edge, thinking I had done all I could do, that I'd lost my edge, that there was no more point to it. Hopefully, that was just depression and me beating myself up a little bit.

I'm not quitting.

And I have two reasons. First off, there were some very kind things said to me, mostly privately, from people who like what I do, people who urged/begged me not to call it quits. Secondly, and as importantly, I also got a request. A real, legitimate request.

So today's story is an answer to that request. Hopefully, it's a step back onto the right track, a refocusing of the purpose of this whole blog. And hopefully, it's sexy as hell.

Tell me what you want

Twisted promise

So I was looking through a friend's profile, trying to come up with inspiration. And I don't know why, but this one thing jumped out at me. This idea that wasn't quite in the list I was going through, but just made me wonder.

It was a question. A dare that seemed to come out of nowhere. If someone were held in chastity, and then told that they were going to get a blow job "unless you beg me not to," how in the hell could someone possibly prefer to stay in chastity? What would make them beg?

Which led me to the story.

Twisted Promise

Filling in gaps

Didn't really know what to write today, but I wanted to write something. So I looked through the blog and checked out what we need more of. And I think I came up with something that works.

Let me know what you think. I love to hear from you. Comments make Boot smile.

Steam, Slavery, and the soft Hum

The Feel of His Hands

I know, I know... it's been a while since I posted. I'm sorry. I've been busy and uninspired. I hope to change at least one of those things. I'm also trying to do a bit more of the not-femdom stories. I feel like I've been letting myself take over too much of what's being written here. I want to be an equal opportunity pervert. So I have to do more stories that aren't just about the wonderful women who do delightfully terrible things.

Today's story is for another friend on my list. When I write these stories that don't technically have any request to them, I go through the fetishes I know the person has. I look at them and I wait for something to speak to me. I don't know why this particular combination spoke to me. But then, I never do.

I just hope that the end result is interesting, sexy, and appreciated.

The Feel of His Hands

Do you Understand?

Today's story has a science fiction influence. I don't know why. It just kind of happened that way.

That said, I WANT the toy that's used in it.

Do You Understand?

Secret Metamorphosis

Today's story is a solicited request. I asked someone if I could write them a story. Why? Because I'm arrogant. I saw someone say that they had a favorite erotica author. And it wasn't me. So I had to challenge myself to try to be this person's new favorite.

Then I found out that this person has just ended a long relationship and is a bit broken up by it. Which means I both want to become a new favorite AND provide the person with something that will make the break up a little easier to handle.

Did I manage? I don't know... time will tell. And speaking of telling...

Tell Me.