Give Boot a kick in the ass... please?

It seems like we've been very quiet here at EbR HQ. There hasn't been much coming out (other than Janice, and congrats to her!), and there isn't much talk of future stories. But there IS some good news.

Boot is going to have a story published in an anthology of 2013's best gay erotica. So that's great. More details on that as it develops.

We haven't been getting much from Boot lately. Seems like he's kind of depressed, feeling somewhat overwhelmed and under appreciated. We threw him a party, even found an entire sorority that needed their boots licked clean, but that didn't seem to help. He just doesn't seem to be all there right now.

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

Word at EbR Headquarters

Here at HQ, there's been a lot of tension in the air. Rumors of layoffs have abounded, as have rumors of binding, horsewhipping, castration, gang bang initiations, and even mandatory overtime. Thankfully, the layoff rumor has been laid to rest. We all get to keep our jobs. That, like the Shibari relaxation seminar, was a load off.

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?

I know I've been bad. Feel free to punish me

I know I haven't been posting much recently. The other me (the one who lives in the real world and has to pay bills and stuff) is under a lot of stress trying to find a job, and that's putting a real hamper on his creativity.

More stories ARE coming, I promise. More so if you start making more requests, asking questions, or making comments about the things you like.

And feel free to send me comments, questions, or requests from other people too.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

boot

Confessions of a Bootlicker (4)

I don't know why writing this turned me on as much as it did. But wow. I haven't enjoyed writing a story this much in a LONG time.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

Sobaka

Espionage in the year 3000

Today's request included a request for the non-consensual. I don't like doing that. But I can talk about things not being consensual as long as they never happen (within the reality of the story). And the fact that she wanted there to be a bad ending for the characters, well that made it easier. It's always a pleasure to kill rapists in a story.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's not worry about how people die. Let's worry about the terrible things they do before that happens. Let's talk about interrogating a spy who is something so much worse than she seems...

I'm not a spy

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

A Writer's Prerogative: Tenses

While I was writing today's story, I kept noticing that I was shifting tenses. I was going from past to present and back again. For the most part, I didn't fix it. I didn't fix it because it wasn't broken. It wasn't wrong.

When I write stories, I often switch tenses throughout the story. It's not a mistake, it's a choice. A lot of the time in my life, I drift off from where I am right now and remember things that just happened; I think about the things that led up to where I am. So in my head, I shift tenses. And I do so seamlessly. I like to think I do the same in the stories themselves.

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

Smaller, Cheaper, just as awesome: book 2

Hey all!

I'm trying out a new publisher. You can get book two (Role Reversal) here:
https://www.createspace.com/4221975

It's smaller, more pocket sized. The model on the cover (Pouty Petals) suggested that change, and I decided to go with it.

More stories are coming soon. Sorry about the time off. My creative batteries have been on the fritz. They're starting to recharge. (Please feel free to make requests and help them out)

Confessions of a Bootlicker (3)

It was suggested to me that I should write more of these stories. Partially because they help me deal with certain consent-obsessed issues I have, partially because they help me try to find the source of certain things in my life, and partially, I hope, because they're sexy.

I really hope they're sexy. I hope these stories of my life aren't boring you. If they are, let me know. If they're not... let me know. Either way, give me some comments, people.

The girl next door

Confessions of a boot licker (2)

Things seem quiet lately. You guys still out there? Still interested? Should I keep going, or call it a day?


If this continues, I'll eventually have to put this in order. For now, I'm just writing tales as the memories come back.

Lunch hours, Lesbians, and Luck

Rantings of a writer

I've written a lot for this blog. I've written a lot outside the blog too, but you guys have only what I post here to know who I am. Still, when I say that I believe I qualify as someone who knows how to write and knows what good writing is, I think the blog speaks for itself to support me.

That said... I've been trying to watch movies for days. And I can't find any good ones. Because they're badly written. It's the same problem I've been having with games and, occasionally, with books and stories. The problem is how slow things start.

Look, I understand the importance of setting a scene. I know how much it matters to establish mood, to build suspense, and to draw the reader into a world. But there's setting the mood and then there's boring the living fuck out of your audience.

In a movie, if your audience isn't hooked in the first five minutes, you might as well give up. Without something happening, something that makes people want to see more, they'll turn things off. Considering I'm choosing between movies on Hulu, Netflix, and Amazon, I've got a lot to choose from. So if you don't hook me in those five minutes, I'm out.

And the same is true with writing. In a novel, you've got, say, five pages. In a short story (like the ones on this site), I'm guessing it's more like five sentences. Whatever it is, it's a rule of five.

I know what (some of) you are thinking. It's all well and good to say that when you write stories that take place in more or less the real world, but what about stories that don't? What about stories set in other worlds? How am I supposed to create a whole world in five minutes/pages/sentences?

I have a really, REALLY easy answer for that: don't. Don't do it. Don't spend your time with a prologue, or an introduction, or teaser. Just get into the meat of the story. Get into the action.

It's called in medias res. It means the middle of the action. Start there. Start with things actually coming to a boil. Introduce the conflict as soon as you can. Once it's there, you can step back if you want to. You can go and tell the back ground, or the motivations. You can go somewhere else entirely, and let the audience build its own suspense as it wonders what in the world the things you showed them first have to do with what's going on NOW.

If you ever wanted to know my secret, there it is. Start with the part that's interesting. Then go from there.


It's not the ONLY way to write. But it is a great rule of thumb.


Okay, I've ranted. That's it for today. Now, please, more requests.

Not exactly the first time

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Confessions of a Boot Licker

I have decided to write a memoir. Not a memoir of my life outside of the EbR HQ, not even a memoir of reality. I'm going to write a memoir, an autobiography, of a fictional character: me.

Call it an unauthorized autobiography if you like. Call it a story of my life if it had happened the way I fantasized about it happening, rather than how it actually happened. If you don't like the current title... suggest a new one.

So, rules for myself:
-The stories will be true (almost), at least in the way they start
-The names will be made up to protect from lawsuits
-The fantasies shared will be mine, will be filthy, and will be explicit
-The stories will be written in random order, as I come up with them. If I ever put it into a book, it'll be chronological.
-If you make requests about times in my life (my first time doing something, a memory from a certain age, whatever), I WILL write about that time.

Let's start with a memory from high school.
Truth or Dare

Not today

There will be no story today. I have some thoughts I'd like your opinions on, though.

First of all, I'm considering redesigning the site. I may end up moving over to another site altogether, hopefully with some advertising. But that's neither here nor there.

I'm also considering a running tally of 'the list,' so that people can see what requests there are and what stories are waiting to be written. Would such a thing be interesting?

Also, I had an idea for a title of a book: "Memoirs of a Bootlicker." Would you be interested in reading that?

Have a great weekend. I'll be back when I have something important to say.


PS: Book 3 is available as an e-book. Four will be out soon.

Ask Boot (all about himself)

That's right. It's about me. Am I selfish? Yes. But what does that have to do with anything?

So who are you, anyway?

I'm going to assume you aren't asking about who I really am. We've talked about that not being okay. You don't need to know what I do in my real life. You don't even need to know what I write when I'm not Boot LS. So what, exactly, are you asking?

How did you get into BDSM?

Hypnosis after my own heart

I was asked to write a hypnosis story where someone was turned into a bootlicker for the night. It's an induction that I myself would love to go under.

I need more requests. Keep 'em coming, folks, if you like the quality of what you see here. (oh, and feel free to send me presents to say thank you).

Tonight's Party

Time Travel and Amazons

Seems like we're having a bit of a science fiction run lately... I'm totally okay with that.

Today, we talk about time travel. And, of course, female domination. Which means Amazons.

Enjoy.

Finding Her Again