Ask Boot... something.

I’m trying to get back into writing. It’s difficult; my other self keeps demanding the use of our brain for ‘work’ and other wastes of time. But right now, the brain is mine, so I want to write.

And while I have no inspiration (someone please make a request!), I do have something I can do. I can ask myself questions. So I present to you another Ask Boot:

What kind of boots do you like?

The kind people wear. Especially girls. I’m pretty sure I’m at least mostly straight.

Okay, that was a whole lot of qualification. You want to explain that?

My sexuality? Sure. That’s not where I thought you were going; I was all ready to start describing a sexy pair of boots. But this is good too. Probably better.

Breaking the Silence

It's hard to write a story of a power struggle between two people when one of them refuses to speak. It's hard to keep this armor of silence idea going.

Besides, it had to be broken eventually. Have you ever seen The Three Amigos? It's not a kinky movie, by any stretch. But there's this one part, where Steve Marten is imprisoned, that always stuck with me. One that helped me figure out how to finally break the silent armor.

I've noticed something too: I seem to be much more sensual lately. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Breaking the Silence

Party Preparations

Foreplay. Isn't that what it's all about? Sometimes, the best part is the preparation. The getting ready. Knowing what might be coming, what might happen... well, it's where the imagination most gets to play.

That's why threats are so powerful, you know. They let you fill in the gaps, let your imagination run wild in all the most wonderful ways. We love to imagine things, whether it be imagining what punishments might be coming, imagining what the creature in the monster movie really is, or imagining how happy we could be with that one perfect partner.

The imagination is a wonderful thing. I hope this gets your going in fun directions.

Party Preparations

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

Don't Drop the Ball

Sometimes, I have doubts about my own fetishes. Is it really a fetish, or is it a coincidence? Then I find myself walking somewhere and see a form down the stairs. All I can see is her legs and her boots, no hope of seeing anything more. And it still turns me on. So yep, that's a fetish.

There are a lot of things that we wonder about, that we're unsure if we really want to DO, or if we just like the idea. Are we afraid, or are we excited? 

Which brings me to dropping the ball. I really like that phrase... drop the ball. It can be used in so many contexts. I've never used it in the context of a gangbang before, I don't think. But hey, first time for everything.

Don't Drop the Ball

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

To be a dolly

Today's request brings us back into the realm of science fiction, the possibility of change that just might be right around the corner technologically. I wonder if people will take advantage of it when it does come around.

I also wonder if people would go as far as today's story does. Is this something you'd really want to do, given the choice? Do you want to be a doll? Our protagonist does. And he gets his wish...

To be a dolly

Ask Boot: How to handle a pouty sissy

Dear Boot: I am having trouble with my sissy maid Emily. She likes to dress as a woman, attend events, and unlike most sissy maids, she does not like being called a boy (even when in boy's dress for work). She is poor to useless at her maid duties, but she pouts and sulks a lot when told off. I've kept her boy-clit in a cage for 7 months, but nothing seems to be working. How do I humiliate her?

Well, there's a lot of question there. And, I think, there's a problem with how you refer to her. I'm not entirely sure that Emily is a sissy.

What do you mean?

Changing at the Mall

I've been doing some thinking about humiliation, and I've come to a realization: it's only humiliating if it's something that makes you feel good. That is, humiliation is only fun if you're doing something that you enjoy.

So, for example, if I were told to dress up like a woman, it wouldn't be humiliating. I don't enjoy it, and I look ridiculous dressed as a woman. I have a very masculine body, and a hairy one at that. I have no intention to shave (and I'm not allowed to. Wife will cut me.), and so I will never look even remotely passable. So cross dressing doesn't appeal to me, and I don't find it particularly humiliating, at least not in a fun way. It's just ridiculous. Now, licking boots is humiliating, and I love doing it. But as much as I love it because it's humiliating, it's also humiliating because I love it.

For today's story, we have someone who DOES like dressing like a woman. Who IS proud of himself as a woman, and who DOES understand that there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a woman. Being transgendered is not something that should be shunned or considered to be a bad thing. But if you cross dress in public, piece by piece, that is going to be humiliating. But in a good way. A fun way.

Changing at the Mall

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)

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)

Becoming Katie, part 1

I'm not entirely sure about this story. It kind of meandered around a couple of themes as I went. But it's clearly the first part. So far, I think there's some character development. I hope. Then again, maybe not. 

Becoming Katie, part 1:

Someday, part one

 Here is another fantasy by request. Duct tape, the beginning of a gender transformation. And all 'forced.' I don't like writing about truly forced sex. But the fantasy of it, the sex that is 'forced' I'm all for. Consent counts.

I know it makes me a hypocrite saying that, given some of the other stories. I don't know why sometimes it's okay and sometimes it isn't. In real life, it's never okay. But when a fantasy is truly ridiculous, maybe then it is.

But this isn't ridiculous. And it's just a start, assuming that someone (the requester or one of you fine readers) wants to see more.

A torture of colors (part one?)

Another request. This one can I suppose be seen as a continuation from the Ballet Boots story. At least, it seems like the same Mistress.

A Torture of Colors

Party favor, part 1

 This story is also by request. What you see here is part one. Part two is likely forthcoming, depending on whether or not the first part was enjoyed.

There's no title yet, but I'm tentatively calling it "The Party Favor":

The alphabet of Fetish

After spending some time randomly picking letters and numbers, and then writing fantasies around that many fetishes (you can see those entries below), I thought about the idea of a long running fantasy, one in which I had to do at least one thing for every letter of the alphabet.

That led to this, The ABCs of Fetish: