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

The Secret Of the Spotlight

I'm a bit hesitant about this story. The person I wrote it for listed Burlesque as a fetish, so I went ahead and wrote out an act, more or less. The power exchange is in there, as is the fetishism and the other bits of fun. But I'm not sure how much fiction this really counts as. It's more like a script.

Well, either way... I hope you enjoy it.

The Secret of the Spotlight

Teresa's Switch

Today's story was a request from a new friend, someone who wanted as much to know HOW to write good erotica as she wanted to have one written for her. I was flattered that she thought, first of all, that I write consistently good erotica, and secondly, that she thought I could help identify what makes erotica good in the first place.

Let me be clear: I think I write good erotica. I think I write great erotica. I think what's on this site is some of the best erotica there is, and I stand by my work. I don't feel like I need to prove anything to anyone, because I think the work speaks for itself. That said, it's always nice when someone else says the same. At the heart of every artist is a deep seed of doubt, something that makes you always wonder if maybe, just maybe, you're the only one who thinks it's good. Or that your best work is behind you. Or that you've been deluding yourself. Or that the one good story was just a fluke. So even those of us who think they're awesome still need that external validation every now and then.

The characters in my stories take a beating, sometimes literally. The power is all mine as the writer. But once it gets posted here, the power goes to you, the reader. You become the one who can praise or punish. You become the one who can take revenge on behalf of the characters in whatever way you see fit.

Which, coincidentally, is what this story is about.

Teresa's Switch

An Art Installation

This isn't the first time I've written about someone being made into a work of art. But this time has a different purpose, a different focus, and a few elements I don't usually get to play with.

I know I'm not the only one who thinks androgyny is hot. Just like I know I'm not the only one who will read this and wish the instructions were coming TO me. But alas, we can't all live our fantasies. Some of us can make phone calls, but most of us have to just read about it. ;)

Enjoy.

An Art Installation

Just hanging around

Who's more cruel: the sadist who tortures or the sadist who just threatens? Is the sadist who is trying to sound kind, being pleasant and encouraging, more frightening than the one who threatens and curses?

I don't know why, but I seem to always write in the second person for this particular requester, who is a lovely and wonderful regular here on EbR. She is British, which is why I try to keep the slang and the language with that kind of flair. I've never been told I do it badly, so I assume I'm doing it well.

Maybe that's because I love Doctor Who so much... I get a fair amount of British slang through all the time I spend watching it. (And before you ask, no. No way in hell am I going to write Dr. Who Erotica. Some things are sacred).

Anyway... British mistress, cross dressing, torture... basically, your average Friday afternoon.

Hanging up Your Stockings

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

Not exactly the first time

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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

Goldie Locks and the Three Bears

I'm finding that I enjoy rewriting old stories into a kink-friendly version. I've done Snow White and A Christmas Carol. For today, I did Goldie Locks.

Of course, a Bear in the fetish community is a hair gay man. So that changed a few things.

Even still, I hope you enjoy.

Goldie Locks meets Three Bears

Book Club (part one)

I was asked to do a story like A Torture of Colors for an older crowd. For cougars, for adults who had long ago put away the trappings of sororities.

Someone once said that there's no one more cruel than sorority girls. Well, that may be true with the age group. But there is a group who bring cruelty to a whole new level. That group is housewives. Repressed housewives who finally get a chance to come out and play, who can do whatever they want. All they need is a place to do it.

A place like....

Book Club

Becoming Katie part 2 (evil)

So the other direction to go with the sequel to Becoming Katie was to have the main character NOT tell his friend who he was, until it was too late. I considered having it go the route of torture, of dominatrix and all that fun stuff.

But I wasn't writing for someone else today. So since I was writing for myself, and I'm not the dominant type, I decided that Katie was submissive. Which led to a very interesting story.

I really like the way it ended. You'll see what I mean.

Becoming Katie, part two (evil)

Becoming Katie, part 2 (good)

When I originally wrote the Becoming Katie story, I put forth the idea of writing sequels in a style of Sliding Doors, with both the good possibility and the evil possibility.
Well, today, I wrote both. That's why you're going to see two posts today.
I'm finding this storyline really interesting. The idea of a person finding out about themselves, about exploring learning about themselves.
 

Becoming Katie Part 2 (good)

Daddy's little girl

 This request seemed to focus more on the decision than on the actual sex, more on the thought process than anything else. So there's more of the mental work, more of the subtle humiliation, than normal.

Hope you enjoy it.

 Daddy's first lesson

Nanotech GRS

I felt an urge to write some sci fi. There's an introduction for this, but I'm not posting it here. Maybe there will be a next part. Maybe not. Depends on the response.

I will get back to specific requests tomorrow.

Hope to hear from you.

Finally a girl again (1)

Halftime show

 When I was asked to write about a sweater fetish, I have to say that I was surprised. Not disgusted. Not offended. Just surprised. Never thought of that one before. I don't know why; clothing fetishes abound. I mean, I've got a boot fetish, so why not a sweater fetish? But I'd never thought about it.

But a bit of thinking later, I had something I could write. So I present it to you here. Past the cut is a picture of a posture collar, in case you've never seen one. It's important to the story, I promise.