Important questions

I don't know where this story comes from. I just kind of thought of it this morning while I was getting up. The look on her face as she spoke, the smirk in her eyes, the tease in her tone... they were all there, ready to go, waiting for me to sit down and start writing.

I still need more requests. But in the meantime, please enjoy....

Important Questions

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

Purifying his sins

For today's story, I had to pull out some of the stops. Yesterday and today were both for professionals in the kink scene, but today I was trying to hit a fantasy that she didn't quite realize that she wanted, one that was tongue in cheek, but still intense enough to still interest one of the most wild and interesting people I've ever known.

On the other hand, this was a two-fer. I both got to do her request AND fill out part of the List and cover the nun fetish.

Which reminds me: this story might bother some of the more religiously inclined. It's a definite sexualization of the whole thing, and you should know that going in. It's erotica; what do you expect?

Purifying his sins

Sensual Statues

This request is, technically, only half way finished. I started writing it because I loved the idea, because it seemed to sensual and so loving, so deep and so wonderful. But as I wrote it, I found a lot of deep and personal meaning to it, and I just couldn't bring myself to do the other part. I had to keep the story going where it went, because that's where the tale had to go.

Does that mean I won't write a sequel? Of course it doesn't. If the one who made the request still wants the next part, I'll write it for her. But even if I do, this tale will stand on its own, a wonderful moment of beauty, an example of the power, and the importance, of hope.

The Slave Statue

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

Admit it

Apparently, one of the biggest problems with torture stories is that they lead to sex. Who knew?

I've actually been accused recently that I always seem to stop before the sex anyway. Not so much accused, really; someone just asked me why I did that. Why not have the 'happy ending'? Why do I limit things to the build up, to the foreplay?

I don't, not always. But I prefer to do things that way. I want the sex to happen in your heads, I want the story to live on in all your beautifully dirty minds. To me, the part that matters is the build up. Admitting that you like something.

Which brings me to today's tale:

Admit you like it.

Ask Boot: Pain is(not) pleasure

So... time for another round of Ask Boot. If you have any questions for Boot, ask them either here or privately. He likes talking about things, and loves answering questions.

Soon we'll be back to fiction, maybe with more of Moriarty, maybe with something else. There's a request for a story about a nun (and an older one at that). Might head that way. Might answer any other request you people would care to make. 

In the meantime....

Ask Boot: pain and pleasure

The Terminatrix (all together)

First, I just wanted to announce: As of this writing, the blog is just barely shy of 17,000 views. That's amazing! The blog isn't even a year old yet. It's enough to make me start looking into advertising, into getting my own domain, and it's made me feel very wonderful. So thank you.

Second, as part of that thank you, I thought I would go ahead and put the Terminatrix story all in one easy to access place for you. Now you can read all four parts right in a row, as they were meant to be read (or you can read one part at a time; your call).

The Terminatrix

The first step, the first trample, the first hit.

This isn't exactly what was requested. But it seemed pertinent to the request that was made. There may soon be a few stories that go outside of what is realistic and okay (some broken bones maybe?), but first I wanted to do this.

When two people first start to play, especially if one of them is new, there are some tough conversations. Tough but important.

The firsts

Time Travel and Amazons

Seems like we're having a bit of a science fiction run lately... I'm totally okay with that.

Today, we talk about time travel. And, of course, female domination. Which means Amazons.

Enjoy.

Finding Her Again

Back with Robots

My hiatus lasted longer than I expected. At least two days. Maybe three, depending on how you count that last post. But I'm back. And we'll see how often I keep posting.

What will determine the speed? You will. Not financially (though that wouldn't hurt), but with requests. I have fulfilled requests for 50 people now. Some of them more than once. If you've requested before, and want to request again, please do. If you never have, and want to, please do. And how? How do you request? Either comment on a post, send me a note one Fetlife (bootlickersub) or an e-mail on yahoo (bootlickersub@yahoo.com). Whatever works for you.

Anyway... today's story:
Bring on the Robot Overlords

Pills and Pleasantries

Before I talk about today's tale... I've been advised/ordered to take a day off. Completely off, with nothing productive. I've decided to do that on Sunday. So that means that Sunday, there will be no post. No update of any kind. I will try to keep going every day until then, but Sunday, March 17th, there will be nothing posted here. So you'll have to take care of yourself. Or maybe give your hand a rest ;).

Now, for today.... I was initially uncomfortable about the request. It sounds too much like it isn't consensual. But the request was very specific about it being legitimately consenting, so I thought of how I would do it. I know I've written this style before, the prep and planning, the warning and considering, the making sure that it's really what someone wants. But that, to me, lets me get deeper into the characters themselves. So I hope you like it.

It also, by the way, gave me a great idea for a way for two switches to handle things. But I'll let you figure that out (or request it).

Tale of the Cocktail

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

At the convention

This story may some day end up coming true. I've noticed that a few of the requests I get are like that; people want me to more or less write a script for them, set up something for them to actually do in real life.

That's pretty cool, actually. While I wish, most of the time, that I was a more direct part of these scenes, it's really flattering to think that people are taking these fantasies I write and making them into realities.

This might be part one... depends on your reactions.

The Cage

Beating, binding, and pleasing

The next part of the succubus story is right here. I don't have a title for it, and I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to keep working on it.

Do any of you like it?

Succubus again

A bit more

Here is the next bit of the story I started yesterday. I have some other requests, which I will be getting to soon. So unless there is interest, I won't be working on more right away.

If you do like it, please say something.

Testimony (2)

Something new

I have an idea. A suggestion someone made. What if I started writing an erotic novel, a single long piece rather than a bunch of shorter ones? Well, I'm going to give it a try.

Please let me know if you like it or not. And please keep making requests. I'll keep the list going.

In the meantime, I've got the beginnings of a story here. I'm not sure how exciting the opening is... let me know what you think in the comments.

Testimony (1)

Another Grimm tale

Today's story is based on a game invented by the lovely, brilliant, talented, and terrifyingly cruel MiaHatter. It's called 'guess the safe word.'

Of course, she makes you guess the language too. But that's a whole other bag of worms.

For now....

Guess the Safe Word

Cruel Shoes

Today's story is an experiment. I hope it goes well.

Do you remember Cinderella? The story of the girl whose evil step sisters make her clean up after them, but whose fairy godmother gives her a dress and lets her go seduce the rich guy, only to leave him with only a glass slipper to find her. When he does find her, the slipper breaks, but she has the other one, and that one fits. (could be a con; ever think of that?)

Well, what if we changed things, just a little. What if it wasn't just that no one else fit the shoes... what if they couldn't wear them?

Cindy and The Shoes

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)