Did I get your attention?

 Anyone still check this place out? I hope so. Because I'm about to start up with something very similar to this. So stay tuned.

And to whet your appetites, here's a new entry...

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

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

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

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

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

Solving Moriarty's puzzle

I sat down today with the intent of writing another short bit of Moriarty. I'm not quite done with the scene yet, and it's already more than 2500 words. For reference, that's close to twice the normal length of these stories.

But I got the answer I was looking for. I got the point across, I think, without being too preachy. I hope this is still interesting. Let me know in the comments, would you?

Driving the Point Holmes

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

Special tale for special friends

I usually don't write this much in one day. But this month has been light, thanks to other projects, and with the holiday (thanksgiving) coming up, I don't know how much time I'll actually spend writing for the rest of the week.

Besides, some stories just beg to be told. Or, rather, some of them demand to be told. There is romance in struggle.

Wrapped in Silence

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

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

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

The Terminatrix (part 3)

Okay, this time I'm going to commit to it: this is the last section. I really like where it leaves off, and I really like the story as it ended up coming together.

Unfortunately, I like it so much that it's making me reconsider my hatred of fan fiction. Does this mean I'll write more? I don't know. I know that this story touched me more than normal. I hope it touches you, and more than just with a desire to touch yourself. I hope it seems like a good ending.

By the way, I won't translate the binary for you, but I will tell you this: it DOES say something.

Enjoy.

The Terminatrix 3

Terminatrix (part one?)

I don't normally do this. Fan fiction is something I just don't like doing. Partially, it's a copyright issue. Partially I just see it as something that takes away from my artistic integrity: I can make my own worlds, thank you.

But some people are worth breaking rules for. Some people, some friends, deserve it. So this is for him, the one and only time I willingly write fan fiction.

Terminatrix

Perfect Cruelty

I don't know if this is the start of another run of stories. I'm hoping it is, but I don't want to jinx it. Things ARE settling down, and writing is good for me. So maybe I'll keep it up. We'll find out soon enough.

I was wondering, the other day, why it was I couldn't write anything for so long. And I realized that it is, partially, your fault, my lovely and wonderful readers. I was so intent on writing YOUR fantasies that I stopped paying attention to my own. And when you stopped asking for them, I felt like my inspiration had run dry.

Luckily, someone very special decided to make her presence known and remind me that I still have a lot to say. Today's story is about her.

My Perfect Mistress

Texas Bind 'em

Poker. Such a lovely game. When people know what they're doing, it's a cornucopia of nonverbal communication. Reading tells, knowing how to bet, slow playing; it's rarely about the cards. It's all about the players, what they're willing to risk, when they'll stop. Like the song says, know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.

Of course, if what you're betting on is the humiliation and torture of your sub, it may not be the right move to fold....

Texas Bind 'em

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

Ask Boot (for real this time!)

I actually got a real question, from someone who is NOT me (I promise) for today's column.

Before I get to it, though, I need your opinion: would you rather a shorter book of Boot's Fairy tales or a longer book of Fairy Tales and Fantastic Stories? The difference is whether or not to include Becoming a Monkey Girl (And its sequel) and Finally a Girl Again. It would also be a matter of price; longer is more expensive.

And whichever you choose... what kind of picture would you like to see on the cover? Which story would be best represented?

Okay, on to Ask Boot:

What is the deal with all the pomp and circumstance, the rituals in BDSM? What is the appeal, from a submissive point of view?

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