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

Long awaited conclusion

There's a chance this will not be a one off thing. I might go back to writing again. Certainly if people send in requests. I'm willing to write if you're willing to read.

This request was for me to finish an old story. The original story is here: Ten Rules I don't Know (unfinished). Someone read it, and wanted to know the other rules. Wanted to know how it ended.

So here, to answer that request, I present to you....

Ten Rules I don't Know (conclusion)

Table Cloth

Today's story is for a new friend of mine. I went through her profile, and this idea just kind of jumped out at me. I don't know how well I pulled it off... but I know that writing it made me pretty flushed, so I can only hope it does the same for her.

And for you.

Table Cloth

One more

I have to be honest: I thought I was done. For many days now, I've been planning on shutting down the blog, calling it quits, and writing other things. No more erotica. And today I almost did it. I almost wrote my last entry and shut everything down.

But then I thought, why not one last story? And I thought about Sheherezad, which someone once compared me to.

And I had an idea....

One more, at least

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

The Latex Errands

It is HARD to write for some people. Getting inside someone's head and hitting their fetishes is usually a relatively easy thing. But some people are Big Deals in the kink community, people who do this professionally. For them, it's hard to separate what they actually like and what they professionally like.

Even more to the point, it's hard to write something that will appeal to them, these larger-than-life people who have done things most of us don't even dare to dream about. Somehow, I've managed, a few times, to still give them something they like; I know avaamnesia liked her story. Hopefully, this story will please its intended audience, both the specific person and everyone else as well.

Enjoy!

Latex Errands

Pain and keys

 I really didn't know how to do this one. The request was simple, but had a combination that I hadn't really run into before. How do you write an interrogation, a torture scene, that has elements of HUMOR to it?

I'm not sure I know. But I gave it a shot. So I guess it's up to you to tell me if I did a good job.

In the meantime, it's New Year's Eve, and I've got some leather straps, ben gay, and a fishing lure with my name on it... don't ask.

Pain and Keys

Party Preparations

Foreplay. Isn't that what it's all about? Sometimes, the best part is the preparation. The getting ready. Knowing what might be coming, what might happen... well, it's where the imagination most gets to play.

That's why threats are so powerful, you know. They let you fill in the gaps, let your imagination run wild in all the most wonderful ways. We love to imagine things, whether it be imagining what punishments might be coming, imagining what the creature in the monster movie really is, or imagining how happy we could be with that one perfect partner.

The imagination is a wonderful thing. I hope this gets your going in fun directions.

Party Preparations

A day at the pound

I need to know more about puppy play. Today's request was to see a nice human dog pound, and a delightful examination of the (human) doggie adoption process.

I hope I did it some justice. But to really understand it, I probably need a bit of experience. I probably need someone to dress me up as a leather bound puppy and train me ... you know... for research.

Day at the Pound

Useful Things

I was thinking about sissification and that whole fetish. Is it right to call a sissy's dick his 'boy clit'? I think not. It seems like doing that is really insulting, and to the wrong person. A clit is not just a miniature penis. In fact, that misconception might be why men have had trouble satisfying women for so long. Either way, it seems to be at best a mistake and at worst an active degrading of womankind generally. I mean, if a woman WANTS to be degraded, that's absolutely her right. But calling a penis a boyclit is just derogatory to women in general. And I know a lot of women who would, and should, have issue with that.

I bring this up not because of the request, but because it helped me in my thinking through fulfilling the request. It's fun to get inside the mind of the domme sometimes. Or, I guess I should say, to let my inner domme out to play a bit.

Useful Thing

Ask Boot: How to handle a pouty sissy

Dear Boot: I am having trouble with my sissy maid Emily. She likes to dress as a woman, attend events, and unlike most sissy maids, she does not like being called a boy (even when in boy's dress for work). She is poor to useless at her maid duties, but she pouts and sulks a lot when told off. I've kept her boy-clit in a cage for 7 months, but nothing seems to be working. How do I humiliate her?

Well, there's a lot of question there. And, I think, there's a problem with how you refer to her. I'm not entirely sure that Emily is a sissy.

What do you mean?

Time pressure

I don't think I often write these stories from the perspective of the dominant. Probably because I, myself, am not dominant. So it's a bit harder for me to wrap my mind around that perspective. But today's request included a very specific order. I asked if the story was for her or for him. She said "the story is for me. From my Mistress perspective, boots"

Which, oddly, gave me all the inspiration I needed to be able to write this. Everything just clicked. And while I asked in the hopes that I could add another name to the running tally... I have to say, the answer I got was totally worth it. Some women (or men... any dominant person, really) can send a rush of displeasure and power through very few words. It's actually pretty amazing.

It's the little things.

Which brings me to today's story.

The Pressure of Time

Mother Goosed

I know, I know. I hate poetry more than a healthy person should. I have been known to say "Any idiot can write poetry, and most of them do." I hate Wordsworth, Whitman, and Keats as well as every goth/emo kid that thinks they are so deep.

But I couldn't help it. It started with one line coming to me, one idea that struck me as funny/interesting. But it was a nursery rhyme, so it kind of demanded that it remain a rhyme.

Though I will say: this is not one to read to children.

Lady in the Shoe

The great mind reading Boot!

I did not have a request for this story. What I had was someone who said she was going to request something, but hadn't done so yet. I looked at her profile, I examined what she liked, and I found inspiration anyway. If she likes this, that means I'm a mind reader.

Or a good writer.

Honestly, I'll take either one.

The main theme for today is the idea of "thinking about kink when you should be working." So technically, you should read this while you're at work. (but don't; I wouldn't want you to get fired)

Bring your painslut to work day

Kibbles and Boots

Another new request. I love requests. My list has gotten a bit dry lately, and to have a new one makes me happy.

Puppy play is awesome, in my opinion. Not only does it have a huge dehumanizing/degradation element to it, but it probably answers all those issues and desires about bestiality. Puppy play is a way to sexualize a dog without sexualizing an ACTUAL dog. Besides, puppy play has tons and tons of leather involved. And leather is good.

Kibbles and Boots

Public Humiliation

Is it funny when an American tries to use British slang? I imagine it is. I try to tailor my stories as best I can, and that means using slang from other countries sometimes. I hope I'm not making a total ass of myself as I do it.

Speaking of making a total ass of myself... today's story is about humiliation. Fun humiliation that can be done in a public setting. In fact, that's exactly what's going on.

Andrew's Lunch with Her

A sissy's first time

I love it when people make requests. I like meeting new people, and I love when I get to build friendships based on those meetings.

I really hope that the person who requested this continues to be as kind as she has so far. And I hope that she likes it, and that you like it. I really hope the pain killers I'm on because of some dental work (the kind of torture you have to pay for but don't enjoy) didn't hurt my writing as much as it hurt my jaw. (I made that dirty. Please feel free to do so yourself).

A Sissy's First Time

The Week of BDSM, part 3

Here we are, at the end of this tale. It's been a bit of a journey. And I bet, if you've been following, you want to know what it was that the boys bet on in the first place. And, of course, what would happen on day seven.

The title of the story, after all, is "On the Seventh Day." So what happens then? What happens next?

Read what's here, then tell me what you think. Take a guess. Or make a request. Or both.

Enjoy.

On the Seventh Day (3)

The Week of BDSM (part two)

And here I thought it would be a two part story. Looks like we may have to wait a little bit longer to find out what happens on Saturday, and on Sunday. To find out what the bet was all about.

Any guesses? Any thoughts?

On the Seventh Day (2)

The week of BDSM (part one)

This is definitely going to be a two part story. Hopefully, part two will come tomorrow. For Danni's sake, let's hope so.

I really like this title. Nothing like a little blasphemy to brighten up your day.

On the Seventh Day