Going for the Jugular

Going for the jugular. 

The most taboo of all fantasies. 

The one that turns you on but that you would never, ever do. 

The one you’re most ashamed to admit. 

Wow. That’s a hefty request. I’m going to do it, but consider this your fair warning: don’t click past the cut if you don’t want something utterly depraved, disgusting, and utterly fantasy. It’s not going to be entirely consensual, it’s sure as hell not safe or sane… It kind of breaks my own rules. But fantasies do that.

This is MY fantasy. It’s not one I want to have happen.  

One I'm ashamed of

Turned and sold

Today's writing is a request. I love requests. This one was... wild.

I admit, some of the ideas are not entirely mine. There are some elements here from stories I've read in the past, some concepts that others have come up with. If I could remember where I saw them first, I'd credit them. But I can't; all I remember is that there are certain elements of the fantasy that stuck with me. In particular, the corset, the heels, and the teeth. You'll understand.

And, hopefully, you'll enjoy.

My name is Whore

At your core

I feel bad not writing.

I don't just mean here. I mean any time I don't write, I feel bad. But I do feel uninspired lately. Hopefully, it won't last. Hopefully, it will pass. And hopefully, it will get warmer here. It's so cold here at EbR HQ that we can't even do any fire play; the flames keep freezing.

But that's neither here nor there. Today's writing is a nice, gentle little hypnotism. I have no idea if it would work or not.
Then again, I DO love licking boots...

At your core

My own fantasy world

I've been gone for a while, working on other things. I hope I can get back into the habit. I need more requests! Please, drop them in the comments, find me on fetlife, send me an e-mail.


Today, when I came back to the office, there was something waiting for me. It was a present; I'll let you guess who sent it. (Please, guess. I'll give a prize to whoever gets it right first)

Maybe it would be best just to tell you about it, to describe exactly what happened.

Deeper and Deeper

Biker Babe

What is a bootlicker to do when someone wants a fantasy that is consensual, but that still pushes on that line? What to do when the desires are a bit outside of what safety really covers, a fantasy that lasts too long to believe that it's all completely consensual?

My answer is simple. You'll see it below. But it begs the question: What actually happened?

Gutterslut

No, you can't be....

I was inspired to write this particular story last night. Almost got out of bed to do it. But the ice hadn't melted yet, so I couldn't get at the key. Eventually, I fell asleep. But today, I still had the idea.

Originally, it was just going to be a nice little hypnosis story. But I checked the list, and found that there was a specific request waiting for a hypnosis story. And it gave the induction a place to go, a gentle movement into one of my own personal favorite places: bootlicking.

I don't know if this means I'm back to regular updates or not... but we'll see. In the meantime, thanks for sticking with me.

No, you can't be hypnotized

Hypnosis after my own heart

I was asked to write a hypnosis story where someone was turned into a bootlicker for the night. It's an induction that I myself would love to go under.

I need more requests. Keep 'em coming, folks, if you like the quality of what you see here. (oh, and feel free to send me presents to say thank you).

Tonight's Party

Fear of flying

I almost didn't write anything today. Just wasn't feeling it. Then I thought about a conversation, and a request. Saved my streak.

I hope you enjoy this. And I hope that sooner or later my dream of living as a writer of erotica will come true. (you can make it happen, if you have money to spare. Supporting artists means paying for art, after all).

God, I feel like such a shill when I do that. I'm sorry. I should probably stop. Let's get back to the story. It's a tale of hypnosis, slavery, and that most evil thing of all: commercial airlines.

Fear of Flying

Making Daddy Happy

Guilt is a funny thing. Sometimes, we feel guilty for something we want, or something we do. Sometimes we feel guilty because we don't feel guilty. Something that we think SHOULD bother us doesn't, and that makes us feel guilty. It's like guilt by associate.

It does at least help us be certain that we're not sociopaths. A sociopath won't feel guilty about anything, including not feeling guilty. So you can at least remember that. Don't worry about not feeling guilty; if you feel guilty for not feeling guilty, then you don't need to be guilty about it.

Okay, maybe I'm still taking too many pain pills.

Oh, and by the way, book three should be out soon (by which I mean within the next day or two, tops). And my incentive still stands.

Taking Daddy's Guilt

Home for the Holiday

This one is about as taboo as I could make it. I even did research.

There has to be more to taboo than bathroom play, gangbangs, cum guzzling, and incest. I mean, there's bestiality, pedophilia and rape, but I won't write about those. Consent matters, and none of those involve consent. So no.

Still, there must be something.

If you can think of something else, something you want to see, let me know.

In the meantime, enjoy...
An Incest Christmas

Intoduction to Induction

Turns out that hypnosis is pretty popular on this site. So I figured I'd write another one. This one, I think, is more realistic. And this one is for me.
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Induced

The Phone and the DVD

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this. Maybe it was just a desire to get another hypnosis story on the site. Maybe it was for someone else. I'm not sure. What I do know for sure is that the names were randomly determined, which meant the genders were random as well. The action... well, that wasn't random at all.

Hillary's Video

As taboo as possible

This story, called "Sharon's new Project" was written as an attempt to put as much stuff, as nasty and as taboo as possible, into one story. It's old, but I still like it.

Sharon's New Project