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