At the convention

This story may some day end up coming true. I've noticed that a few of the requests I get are like that; people want me to more or less write a script for them, set up something for them to actually do in real life.

That's pretty cool, actually. While I wish, most of the time, that I was a more direct part of these scenes, it's really flattering to think that people are taking these fantasies I write and making them into realities.

This might be part one... depends on your reactions.

The Cage

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

Beating, binding, and pleasing

The next part of the succubus story is right here. I don't have a title for it, and I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to keep working on it.

Do any of you like it?

Succubus again

Kibbles and Boots

Another new request. I love requests. My list has gotten a bit dry lately, and to have a new one makes me happy.

Puppy play is awesome, in my opinion. Not only does it have a huge dehumanizing/degradation element to it, but it probably answers all those issues and desires about bestiality. Puppy play is a way to sexualize a dog without sexualizing an ACTUAL dog. Besides, puppy play has tons and tons of leather involved. And leather is good.

Kibbles and Boots

An unrequested request

I like to think that the people who read this blog enjoy it, and that sometimes, there are people who wish they could make requests, but can't put it together.

Well, sometimes, I answer requests that aren't even made. I pick a person who I think might like a story, see what their interests are, and write them a story.

That's what I did today. This story is written special for the first ever subscriber to the blog. I hope he likes it.

Bastinado bondage

Ask Boot: Insane, Unsafe, but still consensual

Hey Boot, I've got a question. How come people fantasize about things that aren't really possible? Things they can't really do, things they may not even really want to do. Why do people like that?

I'm glad you asked.

Some people only fantasize about things they can do. Their fantasies are like plans. Try this, think about that. Try it on for size, and then try it for real. "I don't have fantasies, I make phone calls" might be the order of the day for them. And that's great.

Learning more, letting go, licking boots

If you've been following this succubus novel so far, you'll see that there is a jump in time between the last section and this section. I've decided to leave out some of the story parts, so that there's actually a point to reading the whole thing when it's done.

So instead, I give you what I think is a nice tender scene. It's another scene of boot licking, and I know I've done that a lot. But I like it. So I'm okay with it. I hope you are too.

How I got his ring

Boots, blow jobs, and bastards

As I write this tale about a succubus, I've noticed that I'm hitting a lot of my own buttons about rape. It's not okay, not ever, not in any circumstance. Maybe as we go, we'll find the main character punishing more and more people who engage in non consensual sex. Or maybe not.

Please let me know what you think of the story. I'm really curious.

When I stopped being a Succubus

Sex, demons, and road head

I've been writing a lot of short stories. You may not know this about me, but I prefer writing longer pieces. I prefer novels. There are nearly a hundred short stories on this site now, but still, I'd rather write novels.

And since I don't have any requests right now, that means I can do what I want.

There wasn't much response to the last bit I posted. Maybe I'll get back to The Testimony at some point. But I have another idea, something I wrote a long time ago, that keeps coming back to the surface. It helps that I've been watching Lost Girl, which is about a succubus. But that show gets a lot of the mythology wrong. Mythology that my earlier work got right. So I thought, why not start over? Why not tell my own tale? This isn't inspired by Lost Girl; the show just made me think about it again.

Right before I died

Little Red Riding Hood

Today's story is a bit on the short side. I had an idea, it made me smile, and I decided to write this. I'm looking for new requests. So assuming there are still people watching and reading, please make requests. Let me know what you want to read, or even what story you want me to 'reimagine' next.

In the meantime, let's talk Red Riding Hood and a big bad wolf:

The little red hood

Ask Boot part three: becoming a Dom

Hey Boot... you seem pretty brilliant and awesome. I'm just starting to get into this whole BDSM thing, and I need help. I think I'm a Dom, but I don't know what I'm doing. How do I start?

I'm glad you asked. And so nicely. But seriously, I think this whole joke is starting to get old. So let's knock it off with the awesome routine, okay?

But you asked an important question. So let's talk about it. Let's talk about...

7 rules for a new Dom

Playing at the party

I didn't think I'd make it to posting today. Bad things in life.

I hope that doesn't come through the story. Enjoy a tale of humiliation.

Playing at the party

Blatant request for your money

Hey, got some cash laying around? Found money on the floor, between the cushions, something like that? Unsure if you want to buy that coffee today? Why not take some of that money and buy a starving pervert a present?

I write all this for you. I've written a new piece every day since December 12, 2012 (and pretty frequently before that too). There are more than 40 people who have had their requests filled.

But life is getting harder, and I need to know that I am appreciated. I love comments, I love requests, but I'm afraid I need to step it up a little bit. I need to ask for donations. The site is free, and I intend to keep it free. But I would humbly ask that you pay what you can to keep this particular pervert feeling appreciated.

What can you do? Glad you asked.

Ask Boot (2)

So what's the deal with humiliation?

I get asked that question a number of times. (zero is a number). And I know what you're thinking: Why would someone as awesome as you like to be humiliated?

You'd think I'd get tired of that joke.

But let me get more specific, because humiliation is a huge topic. So to narrow it down: When is humiliation okay, and when is it not?

Excellent question. I'm glad you asked. You're pretty awesome yourself.

Dreams might really come true

I've found that when writing a story, I have more fun the more I go into the reality of it. The more I look at the way people think, about why they want what they want, the better it seems to come off.

In that vein, I present to you a moment of choice, a decision of whether or not to go through with something.

Dreams Might Really Come True

Flight Suits again

I've noticed lately that there have been a lot of what I would call tame requests. I think I'm becoming jaded. The people asking for these things don't think of them as tame.

Maybe it just means that people new to the scene are finding their way here. That's fantastic! Welcome!

Today is not a continuation of the Flight Suit story. All they have in common is the element of a fight suit. Hope you enjoy.

A good spanking

Ask Boot (the first)

Apparently, I know what I'm talking about. Or, at least, I've managed to convince some people that I know what I'm talking about. Hard to say. Whatever the case, every so often, someone asks me a question about bdsm, about fetish, about kink in general. They ask me like I know, and I do my best to answer them, with the understanding that I don't know everything.

So I'm going to add a new feature to the blog. Ask Boot. You ask questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Like an advice column, only written by someone who usually writes erotica for people, rather than someone with actual credentials.

Got a question? Ask away.

For today's installment, I want to talk about the topic nearest and dearest to me: boots.

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

What he wants to know

One of the nice thing about interrogation scenes is that they can be about anything. Any piece of information, no matter how meaningless. The idea is to get the person to break. So all you need to do, really, is have some way to confirm the information when they finally talk.

Enjoy.

Alex Getting Tortured

Grow or Show?

Humiliation, in its purest form, is about our insecurities. It's about the things we are unsure of, the things we wish we could control but know we can't. It's about whether or not people know what we really are, what we really like. What we're really doing.

There's a joy to humiliation. And I don't think it has to do with feeling shame. I think it has to do with knowing that we don't feel shame about something. That it doesn't really bother us, not deep down. That we like there being this little secret, this taboo thing about ourselves. We're proud of it. And so, when someone humiliates us, when they make us feel bad about it, that's what we enjoy. We enjoy that it's not something we feel bad about.

Then again, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we are ashamed, and that's why we want aftercare.

Whatever the case...

Grow or Show?

A bit more

Here is the next bit of the story I started yesterday. I have some other requests, which I will be getting to soon. So unless there is interest, I won't be working on more right away.

If you do like it, please say something.

Testimony (2)

Something new

I have an idea. A suggestion someone made. What if I started writing an erotic novel, a single long piece rather than a bunch of shorter ones? Well, I'm going to give it a try.

Please let me know if you like it or not. And please keep making requests. I'll keep the list going.

In the meantime, I've got the beginnings of a story here. I'm not sure how exciting the opening is... let me know what you think in the comments.

Testimony (1)

Another Grimm tale

Today's story is based on a game invented by the lovely, brilliant, talented, and terrifyingly cruel MiaHatter. It's called 'guess the safe word.'

Of course, she makes you guess the language too. But that's a whole other bag of worms.

For now....

Guess the Safe Word

A boot licking psychology

I like when people ask me to write real stories. The kinds of stories that are about the way people really are, about the feelings and emotions behind the fetishes.

This one is for someone who has, whether he knows it or not, been one of my most important supporters throughout this endeavor to date. I hope he enjoys it.

Our Last Session

Public Humiliation

Is it funny when an American tries to use British slang? I imagine it is. I try to tailor my stories as best I can, and that means using slang from other countries sometimes. I hope I'm not making a total ass of myself as I do it.

Speaking of making a total ass of myself... today's story is about humiliation. Fun humiliation that can be done in a public setting. In fact, that's exactly what's going on.

Andrew's Lunch with Her

A nice homecoming

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Cruel Shoes

Today's story is an experiment. I hope it goes well.

Do you remember Cinderella? The story of the girl whose evil step sisters make her clean up after them, but whose fairy godmother gives her a dress and lets her go seduce the rich guy, only to leave him with only a glass slipper to find her. When he does find her, the slipper breaks, but she has the other one, and that one fits. (could be a con; ever think of that?)

Well, what if we changed things, just a little. What if it wasn't just that no one else fit the shoes... what if they couldn't wear them?

Cindy and The Shoes

Making Daddy Happy

Guilt is a funny thing. Sometimes, we feel guilty for something we want, or something we do. Sometimes we feel guilty because we don't feel guilty. Something that we think SHOULD bother us doesn't, and that makes us feel guilty. It's like guilt by associate.

It does at least help us be certain that we're not sociopaths. A sociopath won't feel guilty about anything, including not feeling guilty. So you can at least remember that. Don't worry about not feeling guilty; if you feel guilty for not feeling guilty, then you don't need to be guilty about it.

Okay, maybe I'm still taking too many pain pills.

Oh, and by the way, book three should be out soon (by which I mean within the next day or two, tops). And my incentive still stands.

Taking Daddy's Guilt

A sissy's first time

I love it when people make requests. I like meeting new people, and I love when I get to build friendships based on those meetings.

I really hope that the person who requested this continues to be as kind as she has so far. And I hope that she likes it, and that you like it. I really hope the pain killers I'm on because of some dental work (the kind of torture you have to pay for but don't enjoy) didn't hurt my writing as much as it hurt my jaw. (I made that dirty. Please feel free to do so yourself).

A Sissy's First Time

Incentive (?)

Last night, I went to a burlesque festival. It was awesome. No surprise there. I saw some people I know, so people who know people I know, and some people I'd never heard of before. But I enjoyed it all.

One of the people I went with is a tattoo artist. He has nothing to do with this story, except that he was nearby when I had the idea.