Gearing up

I made a new friend the other day. At least, I hope we'll be friends. I met her at a bondage store, and it seemed to me like we all hit it off.

Yesterday, I asked if I could write her a story. It's been a long time since I've written based purely on a fetlife profile. I hope this is good. I hope she enjoys it.

And I hope you all enjoy it. Give me a holler, or drop a comment. Tell me there are people still interested, people who want me to start writing again.

Gearing up

Belted in for the show

Yeah, I know; been a while. I was kind of... tied up. My other self was on vacation, and depressed (what a pansy), and he wouldn't let me at the keyboard for a while. Hopefully, that's over now.

I had this image last night just before slipping away to dream land, and the image was so exciting that I just had to write this story about it. I hope you like.

Belted In

Thank god I don't know better

Someone commented yesterday that they appreciated me 'letting them in.' I can't tell you how much that comment meant to me. I don't know why, but somehow I felt like my own fantasies wouldn't be as interesting as writing out the fantasies of others. That's why I often go dormant when there are no requests.

Today, someone very important and wonderful asked me to tell her about my abduction fantasy. I shouldn't have done it. But isn't that the point?

Thank god I don't know better

Tell me what you want

I was on the verge of quitting yesterday. Right there on the edge, thinking I had done all I could do, that I'd lost my edge, that there was no more point to it. Hopefully, that was just depression and me beating myself up a little bit.

I'm not quitting.

And I have two reasons. First off, there were some very kind things said to me, mostly privately, from people who like what I do, people who urged/begged me not to call it quits. Secondly, and as importantly, I also got a request. A real, legitimate request.

So today's story is an answer to that request. Hopefully, it's a step back onto the right track, a refocusing of the purpose of this whole blog. And hopefully, it's sexy as hell.

Tell me what you want

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

Do you Understand?

Today's story has a science fiction influence. I don't know why. It just kind of happened that way.

That said, I WANT the toy that's used in it.

Do You Understand?

Secret Metamorphosis

Today's story is a solicited request. I asked someone if I could write them a story. Why? Because I'm arrogant. I saw someone say that they had a favorite erotica author. And it wasn't me. So I had to challenge myself to try to be this person's new favorite.

Then I found out that this person has just ended a long relationship and is a bit broken up by it. Which means I both want to become a new favorite AND provide the person with something that will make the break up a little easier to handle.

Did I manage? I don't know... time will tell. And speaking of telling...

Tell Me.

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

Full fisted Taunting

Happy new year everyone!

While I wait for more requests, I've decided to go ahead and start writing for specific people without asking first. That seems odd, I know. I prefer to think of it as writing a pre-request.

Is this a new year's resolution? Nah. Just an experiment.

Please enjoy.

Full-Fisted Taunting

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

Moriarty gets an apology

This one was hard to write. It's heading towards the end of the story (not there yet), but it had to happen eventually... At some point, Holmes NEEDED a win. Good must triumph and all that.

Well, for a little while, at least.

The Holmes Stretch

Two Girls, one Gasmask

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Old Blue Eyes

This is a scene I've always wanted to play, and a song that's always had a different than intended effect on me.

Enjoy.

I get a kick out of you

Silent Witness

I don't often put myself into someone else's fantasy. Usually, I like to just imagine myself as being the recipient of those cruel ministrations. But for today, I was asked to write it as if I were there, knowing what was happening but unable to take an active role.

I kind of like the result. Hopefully, so will you.

Silent Witness

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

The Dapper Dom

Sometimes, the best kind of public humiliation is when you don't know, one way or another, whether or not other people are in on it. Whether or not they are even aware of it. Without being sure, you're stuck with the uncertainty and all the things your mind can fill in. For me, at least, that's sometimes the worst part.

But then, I sometimes think I have a dirtier mind than is normal.

On the other hand, considering the fact that this request marks the 60th person to make one... maybe not.

The Dapper Dom

Taken with Telekinesis

Originally, this was a request for fan fiction with Darth Vader. But it turns out that what was really appealing wasn't the Jedi of it all... it was the telekinesis, the power of the mind being used to control the physical.

Well, that's a fun idea. I've always wanted to be telekinetic, and while I'd rather be the one having it used on me, it was fun seeing how it might be used by someone particularly sadistic.

Taken with Telekinesis

Be careful what you wish for

Two days in a row! That's good, right?

For the record, in my imagination, the narrator of this story is a woman. But I tried to leave it at least a little bit vague, in case you'd rather it be a man telling the tale.

She asked for it

Lana on stage

More requests have come flooding in! I'm really happy to report that. I was afraid the well was running dry, and that our time together, dear readers, was coming to a close. But the requests continue. And as long as they do, they will be answered. That's my part of the bargain.

Your part? Well, that's up to you. But if nothing else, I ask that you at least enjoy:

Lana on stage

Sub space

Before I get to today's story... If you like what you see here, and you want to support me (and you should, damn it. I work hard for you people), there are a couple of ways to do it. One is to buy a book. I've talked about that before. But if that's not for you, if you don't want to buy it, but would still like to support me, still like to encourage me, you can always buy me a present. I made an Amazon Wishlist for that. So support a starving pervert. It's only fair.


Now, about sub space... Some people claim that sub space is a myth. Others say it's dangerous, that the sub loses control, loses understanding.

The truth is somewhere in between. Sub space is just a descriptor for being really high on endorphins. It feels like a whole different world, a whole different place. But it's the same. You're just high.

And you don't need pain to get there. (Good news for those who aren't masochists). All you need is a bit of sensation. Which is what today's story is about.

Just one more