An apology

So yesterday's post was apparently offensive. Or unclear. Or something. Whatever the case, the person I wrote it for took it wrong. I consider that to be my failing. So, if that person is somehow still reading things, I hope that my apology will be accepted. I did not intend to offend. I did not intend to imply anything. I was just trying to write a story.

I know that you took the story as if I was trying to impose something on you. This came as a bit of a shock to me; I read the story as if the person speaking was the dominant woman, and the person spoken to was a male submissive. The only reason I didn't explicitly label it that way was in the hopes of making the story a bit more universal.

Whatever the case, I offended. And I didn't mean to. So my deepest apologies. Rest assured that your name was not added to the list I have written for, and that I will not consider that tale written for you.

For those who enjoy yesterday's story, I hope you enjoy it for what it is: a story of consensual hypnosis.

At your core

I feel bad not writing.

I don't just mean here. I mean any time I don't write, I feel bad. But I do feel uninspired lately. Hopefully, it won't last. Hopefully, it will pass. And hopefully, it will get warmer here. It's so cold here at EbR HQ that we can't even do any fire play; the flames keep freezing.

But that's neither here nor there. Today's writing is a nice, gentle little hypnotism. I have no idea if it would work or not.
Then again, I DO love licking boots...

At your core

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

Hopefully, just a bad day

I haven't been writing much. I think it's a slump that has to do with Groundhog Day.

Winter is going on too long. Winter has more than settled in. It has staked claim, planted crops, adopted children, incorporated, and has gotten tax laws changed. It's so cold here that the groundhog's shadow froze, fell over, and killed the groundhog, but no one noticed because the light that was supposed to reach their eyes froze before it got there.

Anyway.

I'm not writing much of anything. And I haven't been writing for the blog. Check out past the cut, and I'll tell you why.

Filling in gaps

Didn't really know what to write today, but I wanted to write something. So I looked through the blog and checked out what we need more of. And I think I came up with something that works.

Let me know what you think. I love to hear from you. Comments make Boot smile.

Steam, Slavery, and the soft Hum

Put through the paces

I know I said I was trying to avoid Femdom for a while. I guess that makes me a liar. Feel free to punish me. ;)

I've been wondering something: If there was a paypal button, and you could donate some money to keep me writing, would you do it? No minimum, no maximum, just a system for leaving tips. Would anyone take advantage of that?

Anyway, today's story is from The List. I really like the result. Hopefully, so will you.

Put Through the Paces

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

Ask Boot: consent

Having some inspiration trouble lately... help would be appreciated.

Ask Boot: Consent

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

Confessions of a bootlicker: refusing to take her virginity

So this is not true. Which shouldn't be a surprise; none of these 'confessions' are true. But they are based on truth. And there is SOME truth to this. But the names are different, and the details have been changed to protect the innocent and indulge the perverted.

This does directly connect to the first confession, and the greatest ever game of Truth or Dare. It is the same person. That much, at least, is true.

Oh, and it's about me. That's true too. And I DID refuse to take her virginity.

The rest? I'll let you decide.

Saying no anyway

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?

Reviews

Hopefully, there will also be a story today. But the body I'm in was on vacation this weekend, so that's why there haven't been any new tales.

I also have been thinking... I need a page of reviews. Things that people say about my writing. Something that I can point to and say "see? I'm not the only one who likes it."

I've been writing for some kink famous people lately. And from what I've heard so far, they like what I wrote for them. So I'm going to brag and plug them a little. Want to get plugged? (no, not like that!) just say the word, and I'll happily drop in a link.

Lately, I've gotten positive responses from a few kink celebrities:

Jean Bardot

Sweet Lilly Bee

Ava Amnesia

Did I miss anyone?

All I need

I don't know if I've ever done a second person story from the submissive point of view before. I know I slipped a lot into first person, but that's normal, right? I contemplated leaving the narrator's gender completely up in the air, but I think it works best as it is. Is it still ambiguous?

This one is for a very special friend, and I hope she enjoys it.

All I need

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.

Nothing to complain about

It's good to know that I'm not the only one who gets a secret perverted smile every time he hears the phrase "Boot Camp." The military can be so sexy. If it wasn't for all that 'people shoot at you' stuff, and if it worked the way fantasies do.... well, this particular bootlicker might just find himself enlisting.

Alas, reality continues to refuse to conform to my fantasies. So I'm stuck with just writing the fantasies. Today's is for someone else, someone who seems to share a lot of the same interests. Hopefully, he will enjoy this entry...

Nothing to Complain About

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

A day at the park

This one makes me very nervous. I'm such a fanboy of the person this is written for.

It's got elements of kink, but it's as power-exchange as I usually get. It's a nice gentle tale of two lovely ladies enjoying themselves. In other words: it's gay erotica. Speaking of which, the last time I really tried that, I got into an anthology of best gay erotica. Knowing that makes me want to say 'huh' to myself. I wonder what it says about me?

But anyway, it's not about me. It's about a nice, sunny day.

Day at the Park

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

The Emerald Isle, the Crimson skin

For today, I decided to go out of order for my friend list. Technically, this is both unrequested AND a request. I got a message yesterday with a 'what about me?' tone to it. So, hopefully, this will make her quit her bitching.

And will make her feel some... interesting things.

And will turn on everyone who reads it.

Irish Road Stop

Piercing for Painful Pleasure

Today's story was fun to write. I always liked the idea of the way she stops him from talking (you'll see!). I've never done it or seen it done, but it sounds so awesome.

I don't really have much to say, other than that this is, once again, an 'unrequested request'; I wrote it for someone on my friends list who didn't ask for a story. I hope she enjoys it.

I'm finding that I REALLY like doing things this way. It's getting to the point that I'd almost rather people just say "hey, write me a story" and let me see their list of fetishes and interests....

We'll see.

Piercing for Painful Pleasure

The Latex Errands

It is HARD to write for some people. Getting inside someone's head and hitting their fetishes is usually a relatively easy thing. But some people are Big Deals in the kink community, people who do this professionally. For them, it's hard to separate what they actually like and what they professionally like.

Even more to the point, it's hard to write something that will appeal to them, these larger-than-life people who have done things most of us don't even dare to dream about. Somehow, I've managed, a few times, to still give them something they like; I know avaamnesia liked her story. Hopefully, this story will please its intended audience, both the specific person and everyone else as well.

Enjoy!

Latex Errands

The Cold Room

I don't know where you are, dear readers. But here, where I am, it is cold. And not just cold, but Cold. Maybe even COLD. Winter has a vice like grip on the world, and even Jack Frost is hanging out by the fire.

But there's purity in the cold. Purity in the frozen wasteland that is the out doors. Purity in plummeting temperatures and sheets of ice, and in air so frigid that it can't even snow anymore.

Ice everywhere. Lust, on the rocks.

The Cold Room

Medical Testing

I continue my task of writing stories focused for people on my fetlife friends list. As more requests come in, I will write those. For now, though, I'm having fun guessing what kind of thing people will like to read. For today's story, I'm delving deep into medical play. And with it, medical torture.

There is an incredibly nerdy reference during the following torture scene. I don't know if it's subtle or not; I guess the answer to that will tell you how big of a nerd you are.

Medical Testing

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Queen of the Hill

So what happens when it comes to a first ever experience? For most kids, it starts with a 'Show me yours, I'll show you mine' kind of thing. A harmless enough game. Once they're old enough to really understand what's going on, there can be games of house, or of doctor. Then dating, then making out; I don't know the usual path. I didn't follow the usual path.

I didn't follow the usual path because I'm one of them kinky folk. And kinky folk have something a little bit different. Like this story of mine.

Queen of the Hill

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

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

The Genie in the Boots

First off, it's spelled Djinn, and I know that. It's also pronounced that way. The term 'genie' is a relatively new one. But 'The djinn in the boots' didn't have the same ring to it.

Anyway... I'm not really one for magic, usually. But how could I resist this particular request?

And by the way, the boots in question, in my mind at least, look like the ones just beyond the cut.

Djinn in Boots

A little bit of magic

Is this a re-imagining of Sleeping Beauty? I don't think it is, though there are probably some similarities.

Mostly, this is a sequel. The original story, The Slave Statue, had an ending I was very proud of. I thought it was a beautiful bit, a nice question of whether or not anything had happened, if it was just a very pleasant way of helping someone deal with a bad situation. I didn't want to write the sequel, because I didn't want to change that ending.

So maybe it's better to think of this as a different tale altogether. Or maybe it isn't. I suppose that's up to you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

The Statue Slave

Ask Boot: Finding your Fetish

Dear Boot:

Lately, I've been exploring my sexuality. I think I might have a fetish, but I'm not sure.

If you think you, you do. It's not about the medical or clinical definition of fetish. If there's something that you connect to sex that other people don't, it's probably a fetish. That doesn't mean whatever your fetish may be is required to get you turned on. If it gets you more turned on, that's enough.

Wait. You mean anything that turns me on is a fetish?

No, not as such. I mean, straight men are turned on by a naked woman. Duh. That's not a fetish; that's heterosexuality. And preferring blondes over brunettes doesn't mean you have a fetish (just bad taste).

So where's the line?

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

Backwards interrogation

Sometimes, I write for people who don't specifically make a request. They just express interest, but don't actually give me any details. But I decide to write for them anyway.

Which is what I did today. Some casual nudity, some bondage, some pain, some cold... and an interrogation where all he has to do to make her stop, all he has to do for it to end, is keep his mouth shut....

Sub in a suit

Jazz, jizz, and... something else that starts with J.

This request was a bit difficult to write. I had the request from the list, but nothing else to work from. So I had to guess a little bit. Parties, competitions, bowls of cum and being forced to masturbate over and over and over... sounds like an interesting party, I suppose.

Then there's the music. I like the roles music can play in stories. I really feel like I need to listen to more of it, so I can use it better....

Oh, and yes: I am a little bit ashamed of the title.

Jazz, jizz, and... jerking

No more Moriarty... here.

Okay, so the novel is almost finished. Here on the blog you have seen nine parts of the tale; this makes ten. That's close to 40% of the total novel. Would you be interested in seeing the rest of it? We're going to see if we can get a publisher to do it real justice, so you may have to wait a bit. But tell me you're interested in the comments. That might help the publication.

The last part you saw was dear Moriarty finally getting caught. This time, she's in prison, after the trial, and just before... well, you should be able to figure out what happens next by the end of the story...

Coming Holmes to Roost

Silence in the Squared Circle

Today, I return to the tale of Nina and Dyehen. I hear that the real Dyehen has finished his exams (and done well!), and hopefully, this installment of the story will be a nice surprise for him.

This is a different style of erotica than I normally write. Does it still work for you? Please let me know in the comments.

Silence in the Squared Circle

Reading a magazine

I know it's been a bit quiet here at EbR HQ the last week or so. But don't fret; there's quite a bit going on behind the scenes. We have a book project nearing completion, and lots of other things in the works.

Today, we tease. Well, Colleen does.
Enjoy.

A Magazine, a Coffee, but not Release

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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Moving in on Moriarty

We're getting closer and closer now. I don't know when the novel will be finished, but there aren't all that many stories left at this point. At least, not stories that will show up here.

Is there still interest in these? Are there things you like or want to see more of?

Men make houses, Women make Holmes

Power of the Pole dance

This started as something else. I thought I was going to do another 'confession of a bootlicker' entry. But as the story developed, I realized it was something else. I'm worried that it's a bit self indulgent, kind of the standard fantasy that most men have when they go to a strip club. But then again, it IS a fantasy.

This is technically a request, but it was a request for me to write something to my own fetish. She suggested a man at a strip club seeing the boots. And that's all I needed, I guess.

Morgan makes a Convert out of me

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

Moriarty news and preview

Sorry, but there's no story today. I may have one tomorrow. In the meantime, I've been working on connecting all of the Moriarty tales into a single continuous novel. It will be the first erotic novel I've (intentionally) written. And I won't be posting the in-between and framing bits here on the site. You'll have to buy the book, I'm afraid.

But I will give you some sneak peeks. And say a few things about dear Molly, Moriarty herself...

Moriarty's middle game

So when I started these particular stories, I wasn't expecting them to take on this kind of life. I didn't think they'd be more than a few brief bits, some fun gender swapped Sherlock Holmes stuff with some kink thrown in.

But now, it seems like it's taking on a life of its own. Like they're building up to a full out novel. Maybe I'll put them together into a nice book, and publish it for all of you. Of course, I won't put the ending here; there's got to be SOME reason for you to buy the book, right?

Anyway, I think Moriarty is keeping her game up, and it looks like Leland is coming along nicely...

Holmes sweet Holmes

Moriarty: A little protective

I wasn't entirely sure what to write today, so I started collecting good titles for stories about my dear psychotic domme Moriarty. One of them just screamed out a story, and I had no choice but to tell it.
Some day, I should really put these together into a novel. Or maybe someone else will take the stories and draw a comic for them.

I also sometimes imagine being approached by a porn company and asked to write scripts for their fetish movies. The ones that exist are often so trite and poorly written. Well, that's neither here nor there. What matters for right now is Moriarty, and how... protective she is of her slave.

Something to write Holmes about

Thanksgiving Thank You

I strive for the approval of others. That's pretty obvious, right? Well, whenever I feel like I didn't do someone justice, I try again. There are a few of you out there who are owed additional stories, and you'll get them. But today, thinking back to the holiday that passed, I was inspired to write the following story.

Which reminds me: I'm thankful for you, all of you. I'm thankful that you come here and read these. I'm thankful that you make requests. I'm thankful that you leave comments, that you give love and support. And I'm thankful that you buy my books (and if you haven't yet, please do?). Thank you all for your involvement in this blog.

And, of course:
For Fay, after a wonderful thanksgiving:

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

What it means to me...

So you may have noticed, the first year of Erotica By Request has resulted in 20,000 hits, several published collections, and more than 70 different people getting requests written for them.

One story has crossed the 1000 views mark by itself. Which inspired me to put together a collection of the top 10 stories on the blog, as of the anniversary. So I did. In a nice collection you can download on your kindle.

Thanksgiving Dinner

It's the holiday season. And holidays can be stressful. Some people are lucky enough to be able to have fun kinky sex time while watching football, but most of us have to deal with family instead (and not sexually). I'm going off track. Point is, there's stress involved in Thanksgiving, in cooking and such.

And stress needs to be released, somehow. How many of you wish you had the apartment across the hall in this story?

Boots, Breaks, and Beating

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

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

I should know

So I went looking through my friends and found someone that I haven't written for. This isn't a request, but it is focused pretty clearly on that person's fetishes.

Also, it's just fun to write. Enjoy.

I should know

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

Today's the day!

One year ago today, I started this whole thing.

My goal when I began was just to get me writing more. I wanted to try my hand at something new, and figured that writing erotica didn't 'count'; it was easy to do, I didn't have to worry about the pressure of making it really good. I could just WRITE. If I did enough, and did a good enough job, I thought maybe, MAYBE I'd hit 12,000 views in the first year. That was the hope, that was the goal.

I've learned a few things, and I've changed a lot in that time. So I owe you some thanks, and some apologies:

Clothes make the Woman

As of tomorrow (November 13), Erotica By Request will be a year old. We're within striking distance of 20,000 views. Please, crash the servers and help us reach that point in the next 30 or so hours!

I know I haven't been posting all that much this month; my alter ego has been working on a novel for Nanowrimo. He's about 60% done, and when he finishes, he'll give me back the content control for our creative energies, and I'll post more stuff here. In the meantime, please bear with the lull. And enjoy days like today, where inspiration comes on hot and heavy.

I have had a wonderful experience lately. Someone I wrote a story for offered to write one for me. It has so far been a fantastic thing. So good that I wanted to write her another tale. Which is where that inspiration for today comes from.

The Costume Party

Goodie Bag

There are all these stories out there, it has been pointed out to me, where the woman finds out that her man is actually submissive, and takes it upon herself to turn him into her slave, to 'break' him and make him hers, to turn his fantasies into reality whether he wants it or not. Leaving aside the consent problem I have with that, it never really rang true for me.

Today's requester didn't like that either. She seems to think that BDSM is some sort of thing that happens BETWEEN two people, and not just TO one of them. Almost like the people who are into this stuff are REAL people with desires. Like BOTH of them are real, rather than one of them being a walking talking fantasy. It's crazy, I know. But I think she's right.

"I found your bag."

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

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

And no, I'm not sorry.

So today, I was going on a rant in my head about the things that annoy me (this one was inspired by otherwise attractive people wearing sweats and moccasins), and I got to thinking about what rules I would have if I ruled the world.

Which led me to realize that there is a world that I rule, a place where I can present these policies as if they would actually be followed. So I started writing, and kind of enjoy what came out of it. I hope you like it too.

Regular updates will recommence.... whenever I damned well feel like it. ;) In other news, The Interrogation is closing in on 1000 views, and the blog itself is closing in on 19,000. Thank you all!

Policy Changes

Moriarty: Truth or Bare?

I know that some people like this Moriarty thing. I know I do. It's fun to write, and fun (though disturbing) to get inside her head. Fun, sexy, and mildly disturbing. That's how I want people to describe me. And it's how I describe her. Just, you know, without the 'mildly' part.

Anyway, I'm a bit concerned that she's leaning more towards the Joker than Moriarty in this one. Though, to be fair, I'm not entirely sure how different the two are. But this is the first time we see her actually COMMIT a crime. Well, more or less.

You'll see; I'll show you.



Holmes is where the heart is

Ask Boot: Female Supremacy

So are women better than men?
 No.

Oh, so you're saying men are better than women?
Nope.

I'm confused.
It's a matter of the law of the excluded middle. There's another option. Saying that one gender is inherently superior to the other is sexist. Saying women are better than men is just as sexist as saying men are better than women; it's just a bit more rare to hear. I don't think that's what you're really asking though; why not rephrase a bit?

Okay. What's the deal with female supremacy? Do you agree with it?
Better. Much better. Let's talk about that.

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

Any Second Now

When I first saw this request, I wasn't sure what I could do. In fact, I opened it up today, ready to write, and had no real idea how to do it. It wasn't until I started writing that it crystalized in my mind.

It happens that way sometimes. I focus so much on the request, on getting those details right, that I miss what's under the surface. I miss the fantasy within the fantasy. Once I figure out that extra level, which could very well just be the part of the fantasy that is ME, it all come together. (no pun intended)

Today, the theme that strung it together was the tease. I blame a certain special someone I've been talking to lately. I won't tell you her name, other than that it rhymes with "ModdessLori," but she and I have been talking a lot about teasing. And this story, which isn't for her, still managed to have her influence.

Sometimes, the best part of sex isn't having it... it's waiting for it to start.

Any Second Now

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

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.

Moriarty's Moral

I thought it would be good to do a little bit of role reversal here. Can't have our Holmes always losing, can't have him looking like a bumbling idiot.

Of course, we can't have him exactly win either...

Holmes Field Advantage

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

More of Moriarty

This story is starting to make itself a bit more developed, and taking a bit more of my time. I hope it still counts as erotica, and I hope you all still enjoy it. I may end up turning this into a novel, or maybe not. Who knows where inspiration will strike?

Like it? Want to see more? What would you like to see?

Oh, the fun she’s going to have at his expense…

Making myself at Holmes

Every Moriarty needs her Sherlock

This is something very different. I'm pretty sure it still counts as erotica, though there isn't really all that much sex involved. It's just the beginning, the tease. I hope you like it. I hope you think it’s clever.

If not, I’ll stop and go back to the tried and true. Either way, please, let me know.

Holmes Free

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

I Want to Hunt You Like an Animal

Personally, I think you should read the title to the tune of Nine Inch Nail's 'Closer.' If you know the song, you'll know what I mean.

This story was an interesting challenge. It's always fun to write something that has the feeling of being forced, but still making it clear (I hope) that it isn't. That these are roles people play, and that's a good thing.

I think that's why I hate the idea of 50 shades of gray. Or really, of any mainstream depictions of BDSM; they seem to ignore the 'consent' part of things. But that's getting on a rant. If you want to hear that rant, feel free to ask about it. But it has nothing to do with this story.

This story... this is more primal than that.

Hunted Game

Terminatrix: epilogue

I was really hesitant to write this. I said the last part was the ending, and I really liked the way it ended. But there has been so much demand for a wrap up that I had to answer it.

As I was writing it, I had a problem: it didn't feel like erotica. There's really not any sex in this part. This happy ending doesn't have a 'happy ending.' It's an emotional piece, one that puts bdsm into the context of real relationships, but not one that has a lot of kink actually in the story.

Maybe that's okay. Maybe that just makes it better. I don't know.

This is my first real foray into true Fan Fiction. I still don't like fanfic, because it doesn't exactly belong to me. But this time, this one time, it was worth it. I don't know why; but, just like Cameron, I don't have to.

Terminatrix: epilogue

Confessions of a Bootlicker: tying up loose ends

 Well. No one has yet responded to my survey, and so I'm going to just do things as they pique my interest. For today, there was a story that never happened, something I wish had happened, that I wanted to talk about.

Some day, I'm going to put all these stories into a book. Would you buy the "Confessions of a Bootlicker: an autobiographical fantasy"? I think I'm getting close to having enough for a book.

Today's confession almost happened, and the almost is something that I really regret. What if I had gone through with it?

As usual: The names are changed, the faces made up, and the events are (partly) fictional, to protect the innocent/expose the dirty.

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Clubbing in college, tying up high school

I warned you...

Last night, while talking to my wife, we got on the subject of cheating. Of how she will cut you if you try to do something to/with me without her permission.

She doesn't think I would cheat on her. And she's right. I won't. Not EVER. No, not even then. Not because of what she would do, but because I love her.

But since we were on the subject, she asked me to write a story for her. Something about what I think she would do if I DID cheat. Basically, she wanted me to expand on what I mean when I warn other people that "she'll fucking cut you."

We talked about it for a while, coming up with some fun and sadistic punishments. Then today, I wrote down what I could remember. And here it is, for you:

"I'll fucking cut you."

Survey for you wonderful people

I'm a bit tired today; the comings, goings, and doings of my alter ego, the one that has a real job that pays bills and all that boring stuff, has really worn me out and taken away that creative spark. Well, some of it.

What it left me to do, along with the rest of the crew here at EbR HQ, is put together our 'season lineup' for upcoming stories. We aren't producing anything today, but we did some brain storming and came up with a few things to bring forth to you, the reader. Basically, we want to know what YOU want to see. So if you would be so kind as to take a few minutes to read this, and make your opinions known in the comments, we'd all appreciate it.

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 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

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 2)

I can't honestly say whether or not there will be a part 3. I know Dyehen will want one (at least, I hope he will; I DID write this for him), but I'm not sure if I'll want to keep going.

But today, I did keep going. I kept moving through the story, seeing where the terminator, bdsm, and consent took me. I hope you like the results.

Terminatrix 2

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

Are you sitting comfortably?

Today's request was a bit intimidating for me. I had very little to go on, just the idea of a submissive getting so turned on, confused, and turned around that they were left stuttering and unable to speak.

Interesting. That means it's all about dissonance, about things not going the way the should be, or something that is just plain 'off.' How do you confuse someone? How do you keep someone that off guard?

Let me know if you think I managed it.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Vanilla is better with chocolate sprinkles

I thought this story would end up kind of short. It didn't seem like I'd have all that much to do here. But I was wrong. Wow, was I wrong.

This is a great request. Fun, interesting to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

When the Vanilla get a real taste of Chocolate

Ask Boot: How to be submissive

Been a while since you’ve done this, Boot. Are you sure you still have things to say?

Is that your question? Really?

No. Just making conversation. Sorry. What I wanted to ask was about being submissive.

Good. I know a lot about that.

You wrote a column once about the rules for being a new Dominant. What are the rules of being a new submissive?

That’s a great question.

Thanks.

You’re welcome. Let me see if I can answer it the same way I did before:

7 Rules for a new Submissive

Who Knew?

I didn't get to every part of the request, but I'm pretty excited by what I produced nonetheless. I had to stop. Otherwise, there might have been more truth to the tale than I intended.

You'll see what I mean.

Since today's story is all about licking boots, and about licking specific boots, I thought I'd be extra kind and give you some visual aide. The two pairs discussed in the story are below the cut, woven into the story.

Enjoy.

What just the taste of leather can do

Confessions of a bootlicker: the pony days

Those who have been paying attention know that these 'confessions' are based loosely on real events. Today is no exception, though today is a bit more 'loosely' than normal. It also (finally) takes care of one of the items on The List.

I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I have more inspiration soon. I missed a few days, and I would rather that be the exception than the rule.

Just say 'Neigh'

Hope springs eternal

That title is very funny. You'll understand why soon.

It's also the first request I've had in a very long time. This one is for a special and wonderful woman, who probably knows who she is, but I'm certain has no idea just how amazing she is. (She may think she does... but she's way more amazing than that).

Anyway, here's to four days in a row. Let's raise a toast. (That's funny too. You'll see).

Hope Springs Eternal

Confessions of a Bootlicker (6)

That's three in a row. Good start.
It seems that I'm focused on some very specific things recently. Fantasies that both arouse and disgust me. Things I like, but that I don't think I'd ever want to do. Interesting.

Confessions of a Bootlicker: the vampire files

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

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

No, you can't be....

I was inspired to write this particular story last night. Almost got out of bed to do it. But the ice hadn't melted yet, so I couldn't get at the key. Eventually, I fell asleep. But today, I still had the idea.

Originally, it was just going to be a nice little hypnosis story. But I checked the list, and found that there was a specific request waiting for a hypnosis story. And it gave the induction a place to go, a gentle movement into one of my own personal favorite places: bootlicking.

I don't know if this means I'm back to regular updates or not... but we'll see. In the meantime, thanks for sticking with me.

No, you can't be hypnotized

Hiatus

There will be a (hopefully brief) hiatus as the EbR crew goes on a corporate retreat. Those who survive will return ready to go back to work.

In the meantime, please feel free to make new requests. Either post them here or send them in to bootlickersub@yahoo.com

Thank you for your patience.

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

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

Ride him, cowgirl

It's been a while since I've written anything. But I'm going to try to get back into it. Thank you all for being patient with me.

For today, we're going out to a ranch. To a story written for a long time supporter of the blog. I hope he likes it.

Ride Him, Cowgirl

Ballbusting boots

A request! I love requests.

I know I've been quiet lately. And I know I keep saying things are going to quiet down soon. Well, 'soon' is a relative term. And it'll happen. Soon.

Today's request was for something special to me. A fun time to be had by all. I hope you enjoy it.

Ballbusting Boots

Blackmail, Blades, and Bondage

This request has taken a really long time. Sorry about that. As you probably heard from some of the other folk around the office, I'm having a hard time writing lately. But as you all continue to show at least a modicum of support, as you managed to help us hit a fifth digit in site visits, I thought I'd at least try to get back into the writing.

So here is a story from The List. I hope to add more to that list. You can help there, too. Make requests. That's the whole point, after all.

Blackmail, Blades, and Bondage

Huzzah!

Wooohoo!  10,000 views!

thank you

thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou


That is all.

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Never Have I Ever

The folks here at the home office are insisting that I get back to work. They won't let me keep wallowing in panic and stress. And, though I slew many an interloper, their sheer numbers did eventually overcome me. I went down fighting, but I did go down. And then I went down again. Actually, I ended spending quite a lot of time on my knees...

Is it weird that I keep writing as if there were other people here?

anyway...

Confessions of a Bootlicker: College Party