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

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

Back with Robots

My hiatus lasted longer than I expected. At least two days. Maybe three, depending on how you count that last post. But I'm back. And we'll see how often I keep posting.

What will determine the speed? You will. Not financially (though that wouldn't hurt), but with requests. I have fulfilled requests for 50 people now. Some of them more than once. If you've requested before, and want to request again, please do. If you never have, and want to, please do. And how? How do you request? Either comment on a post, send me a note one Fetlife (bootlickersub) or an e-mail on yahoo (bootlickersub@yahoo.com). Whatever works for you.

Anyway... today's story:
Bring on the Robot Overlords

The waiting list

I have nothing to say today. The list lays empty.

I like to imagine it as a book, a great leather bound volume with vellum pages that creak when they're turned. The pages are stained with sweat and tears, ink blotted where the pages have soaked it up. There in the book, requests lay waiting.

Flash(er) fiction

What is flash fiction? Is it like slash fiction? No.

Slash fiction is fan fiction porn. It's when characters from some existing setting (often a television show) have a sexual relationship. I don't write slash fiction, because I don't write fan fiction. I'm personally opposed to it, but there's nothing wrong with it; just not my thing.

Flash fiction, on the other hand, is something different. It's fiction, written very, very fast. In today's case, 125 words (exactly). I wrote several brief stories, each relating around one of the tags used less frequently on this site.

I hope you enjoy

125 words of erotica

Pills and Pleasantries

Before I talk about today's tale... I've been advised/ordered to take a day off. Completely off, with nothing productive. I've decided to do that on Sunday. So that means that Sunday, there will be no post. No update of any kind. I will try to keep going every day until then, but Sunday, March 17th, there will be nothing posted here. So you'll have to take care of yourself. Or maybe give your hand a rest ;).

Now, for today.... I was initially uncomfortable about the request. It sounds too much like it isn't consensual. But the request was very specific about it being legitimately consenting, so I thought of how I would do it. I know I've written this style before, the prep and planning, the warning and considering, the making sure that it's really what someone wants. But that, to me, lets me get deeper into the characters themselves. So I hope you like it.

It also, by the way, gave me a great idea for a way for two switches to handle things. But I'll let you figure that out (or request it).

Tale of the Cocktail

Exposition and Exposure

More of the tale of Max, our resident succubus. I'm not entirely sure where this is going to go, or if it will go further.

I could really use some input from you, dear readers. What questions do you have? What do you want to see?

Shopping, Showing, and Shoeing

Ask Boot: More about humiliation

Dear Boot,
I understand might cause a person to desire pain (which causes a rush of feel-good endorphins) and what might cause a person to desire Master or Mistress/slave relationships , but can you explain what is behind the desire for humiliation (for instance, being ridiculed for having a small cock)? What is the appeal to those who crave humiliation? What is going on in the head of the humiliated, from a neuropsychological perspective?

Okay... first let me dust off my neuropsychology PhD... where did I put that? Let's see... no, it's not among my other forged documents. I guess I lost it. No trouble; I'll just make a new one. But in the meantime, let's see what I can put together without any actual expertise.

Testimony, part 3

Yesterday, I got to meet a fan. And I sold my books, and signed them, and it was awesome. I also got some great feedback about the size of my books. Seems people prefer them to be pocket sized for easy handling. And cheaper.

Which means I need to find a new publisher. Any ideas?

In the meantime, here's another section of the book:

Testimony (3)

Professor Wolf 2

There's something I need to say about blackmail. Blackmail is not consent. It's someone doing something because they're afraid of the consequences. Which makes it no different than holding a gun to someone's head. Sex because of blackmail is still rape.

Why do I bring this up? Because I want to be sure that it's clear that while this story has elements of blackmail, it isn't real; they offer to give him back the evidence without question. It's always his choice, which means it's always consensual.

And that's important to me.

Start of the Semester (2)

A challenge of similar interests

Sometimes, relationships break up because people want different things. Sometimes, they break up because people want the same thing (like when a husband and wife discover that they BOTH want women, or BOTH want men).

The same things happens in BDSM. Sometimes, two submissives get together. Or two dominants. They can't switch, so no one gets what they want. But that's just sex, not love. And about sex, a wise man once said "I don't put much stock in something I can pay for."

But what do you do when both people want to be in control, and neither wants to give up control? You go for a walk. You have a talk. And, if you're living in my world, you find a solution in the form of a (non rhyming) nursery rhyme.

Up the Hill

Ask Boot (for real this time!)

I actually got a real question, from someone who is NOT me (I promise) for today's column.

Before I get to it, though, I need your opinion: would you rather a shorter book of Boot's Fairy tales or a longer book of Fairy Tales and Fantastic Stories? The difference is whether or not to include Becoming a Monkey Girl (And its sequel) and Finally a Girl Again. It would also be a matter of price; longer is more expensive.

And whichever you choose... what kind of picture would you like to see on the cover? Which story would be best represented?

Okay, on to Ask Boot:

What is the deal with all the pomp and circumstance, the rituals in BDSM? What is the appeal, from a submissive point of view?

In Soviet Russia, Boot Asks YOU!

This blog has been around now for almost four months. For most, that would be really young. But with more than 120 posts in those four months, and more than 5800 visits, it's been a wild ride so far. If we count this post today (and we do, since I'm the one who makes up these rules), I have posted something every day for the past 84 days.

Oh, and if you live in the Minneapolis area, and you'd like to meet me, see some awesome art, and possibly sign up for cool stuff, there's an event you can come to: ASA and DNP massive studio sale . I'm going to be there on Friday from 8-12pm and on Saturday from 12-6pm. Could be awesome, especially if you come.

I have things I want to ask you guys, as my loyal readers. Once I've done that, I'm going to go ahead and ask myself a few questions. Come on, it'll be fun!

First and foremost: what do you want to see here? Do you want more novel-parts? More sequels? More 'Ask Boot' columns? More fairy tales? I need more requests. More requests means more erotica.

Mother Goosed

I know, I know. I hate poetry more than a healthy person should. I have been known to say "Any idiot can write poetry, and most of them do." I hate Wordsworth, Whitman, and Keats as well as every goth/emo kid that thinks they are so deep.

But I couldn't help it. It started with one line coming to me, one idea that struck me as funny/interesting. But it was a nursery rhyme, so it kind of demanded that it remain a rhyme.

Though I will say: this is not one to read to children.

Lady in the Shoe

When someone isn't forced

I like writing these things for people. And I like the whole idea of torturing someone to do something that they wanted to do anyway. It's not really forcing if they ask you to do it.

But let me be very clear: the only time someone is 'asking for' something is when they say something along the lines of "I would like to have this happen." Clothing is not asking for it, flirting is not asking for it. The only thing that IS asking for it.... is actually asking for it.

Bringing home a gift

The great mind reading Boot!

I did not have a request for this story. What I had was someone who said she was going to request something, but hadn't done so yet. I looked at her profile, I examined what she liked, and I found inspiration anyway. If she likes this, that means I'm a mind reader.

Or a good writer.

Honestly, I'll take either one.

The main theme for today is the idea of "thinking about kink when you should be working." So technically, you should read this while you're at work. (but don't; I wouldn't want you to get fired)

Bring your painslut to work day

Needless Needles

Today was initially going to be a version of Sleeping Beauty, complete with the poking of a needle, but the needle play in that story is so minor, so secondary. When I started looking at the things you can do with needles, the games that can be played... well, it deserved a story all its own.

Needled as needed

Fear of flying

I almost didn't write anything today. Just wasn't feeling it. Then I thought about a conversation, and a request. Saved my streak.

I hope you enjoy this. And I hope that sooner or later my dream of living as a writer of erotica will come true. (you can make it happen, if you have money to spare. Supporting artists means paying for art, after all).

God, I feel like such a shill when I do that. I'm sorry. I should probably stop. Let's get back to the story. It's a tale of hypnosis, slavery, and that most evil thing of all: commercial airlines.

Fear of Flying