Tell me what you want

I was on the verge of quitting yesterday. Right there on the edge, thinking I had done all I could do, that I'd lost my edge, that there was no more point to it. Hopefully, that was just depression and me beating myself up a little bit.

I'm not quitting.

And I have two reasons. First off, there were some very kind things said to me, mostly privately, from people who like what I do, people who urged/begged me not to call it quits. Secondly, and as importantly, I also got a request. A real, legitimate request.

So today's story is an answer to that request. Hopefully, it's a step back onto the right track, a refocusing of the purpose of this whole blog. And hopefully, it's sexy as hell.

Tell me what you want

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who has possession?

I know what you're thinking. ANOTHER football story? What are you doing, Boots? You planning on releasing some kind of sports anthology? You don't even LIKE football.

Okay, maybe you weren't thinking that. I was. I chose this setting not because I like football, but because I like the idea that sex play can happen whenever people want it to. However they want it to. And I chose the superbowl because it's coming up soon. As for me not even liking football... I DID have to google who was playing. And then again to find out where the Ravens were from.

Anyway, here's hoping that when YOU watch football, the term 'turnover' will make you smile and have dirty thoughts.

Turnover of Power

Wall Art

Today's request let me use a piece of a equipment that I really, really wish I had. One that costs more than some cars, that I would love to at least try, but have never had the opportunity.

It also brings up a point about consent: consent involves EVERYONE in the scene. If someone doesn't know what's going on, they don't consent. (that'll make sense at the end of the story). That's why I don't like public scenes. The other people in public didn't consent to be a part of it. (play parties are different; everyone knows what they're getting into).

Okay, enough preaching. Let's enjoy some 'outsider art.'

Wall Art

The Week of BDSM, part 3

Here we are, at the end of this tale. It's been a bit of a journey. And I bet, if you've been following, you want to know what it was that the boys bet on in the first place. And, of course, what would happen on day seven.

The title of the story, after all, is "On the Seventh Day." So what happens then? What happens next?

Read what's here, then tell me what you think. Take a guess. Or make a request. Or both.

Enjoy.

On the Seventh Day (3)

Holding Cell

Consent can sometimes be a troubling part of writing a fantasy. I don't write things that aren't consensual, even though I know that it's a fantasy, and hence isn't really happening. So instead, I write consensual non-consent. But it's sometimes difficult to do that, to get that message across, without detracting from the story. Today, I tried being a bit more subtle. Hopefully, the message still came as much as the characters did.

I sure hope other people think I'm as funny as I think I am. This story has a bit of tongue-in-cheek feel (and without rimming!) that I really enjoyed.

The Holding Cell

Immortal Masochism

This story developed very differently than I expected. Initially, I was going to have the main character be a vampire, then a vampire hunter, then a normal person. Then the vamp would be the top, the human the bottom. Then they would both be vamps. Eventually, I settled on the vamp masochist and the human sadist. But I liked both perspectives. So what to do?

I did them both. I don't usually like switching narrators mid-story, but it was fun to experiment with this.

Today's story is not for the faint of heart. It involves torture to a level that goes way beyond safe and sane (but remains consensual). Hopefully, I didn't go too far. As I said to someone earlier, it's a fine line between "wow, that's hot" and "hey, didn't Eli Roth direct that?"

Hopefully, I stayed on the good side of the line.

Our Last Scene (1)

The Goddess Will Play

I was talking to Goddess Lori today, and she gave me a great idea. Since my list of requests is almost empty, it was perfect timing.

So to Anonymous, who wanted to see another story for her, here it is. It's not only for her, it's about her.

 Say Please

Naughty, naughty boy....

 The hardest part of a period piece is trying to stay true to the period, as best I can. I don't know the Victorian era as well as I would like to, so I'm not sure how well I created the world for this. 

But it's SUPPOSED to be Victorian. So try to remember that as you read.

Naughty, naughty boy

Boot Fetish Party

I was given a challenge. Obviously, I love writing about boots. And obviously, I don't mind making them the focus of the story.

But a story with a lot of different kinds of boots, with a lot of specific things being done... Well, it wasn't a difficult challenge. Just a fun one. It was a bit difficult to do 'light' humiliation; I prefer mine much more intense. But I think I managed. I hope I did.

Requests like this make me happy. When someone asks you to write about your own fetishes, it's like winning a contest.

Which, of course, inspired this tale.

The Winning Boots

Marci's first film

Not really sure what to say about this one. It was interesting to write, and hopefully, its requester enjoys it.

 On a side note, there have been more than 100 hits on the blog in the past 24 hours. I'm so excited! Thank you all. (now buy the book ;)).

 Marci's first film

Boot Camp: New Recruit

 Here we have another military story. For another person. I wonder if I have a following of military people... or if I will soon.

Hope you enjoy this. Please comment! (especially if you ever want to see part 2)

 

Boot camp (1): New Recruit