Turned and sold

Today's writing is a request. I love requests. This one was... wild.

I admit, some of the ideas are not entirely mine. There are some elements here from stories I've read in the past, some concepts that others have come up with. If I could remember where I saw them first, I'd credit them. But I can't; all I remember is that there are certain elements of the fantasy that stuck with me. In particular, the corset, the heels, and the teeth. You'll understand.

And, hopefully, you'll enjoy.

My name is Whore

Important questions

I don't know where this story comes from. I just kind of thought of it this morning while I was getting up. The look on her face as she spoke, the smirk in her eyes, the tease in her tone... they were all there, ready to go, waiting for me to sit down and start writing.

I still need more requests. But in the meantime, please enjoy....

Important Questions

A moment in time

Today's story is simple. Gentle. Relaxing. Is it romantic? Does it live up the holiday?

A moment in time

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

An apology

So yesterday's post was apparently offensive. Or unclear. Or something. Whatever the case, the person I wrote it for took it wrong. I consider that to be my failing. So, if that person is somehow still reading things, I hope that my apology will be accepted. I did not intend to offend. I did not intend to imply anything. I was just trying to write a story.

I know that you took the story as if I was trying to impose something on you. This came as a bit of a shock to me; I read the story as if the person speaking was the dominant woman, and the person spoken to was a male submissive. The only reason I didn't explicitly label it that way was in the hopes of making the story a bit more universal.

Whatever the case, I offended. And I didn't mean to. So my deepest apologies. Rest assured that your name was not added to the list I have written for, and that I will not consider that tale written for you.

For those who enjoy yesterday's story, I hope you enjoy it for what it is: a story of consensual hypnosis.

At your core

I feel bad not writing.

I don't just mean here. I mean any time I don't write, I feel bad. But I do feel uninspired lately. Hopefully, it won't last. Hopefully, it will pass. And hopefully, it will get warmer here. It's so cold here at EbR HQ that we can't even do any fire play; the flames keep freezing.

But that's neither here nor there. Today's writing is a nice, gentle little hypnotism. I have no idea if it would work or not.
Then again, I DO love licking boots...

At your core

Twisted promise

So I was looking through a friend's profile, trying to come up with inspiration. And I don't know why, but this one thing jumped out at me. This idea that wasn't quite in the list I was going through, but just made me wonder.

It was a question. A dare that seemed to come out of nowhere. If someone were held in chastity, and then told that they were going to get a blow job "unless you beg me not to," how in the hell could someone possibly prefer to stay in chastity? What would make them beg?

Which led me to the story.

Twisted Promise

Hopefully, just a bad day

I haven't been writing much. I think it's a slump that has to do with Groundhog Day.

Winter is going on too long. Winter has more than settled in. It has staked claim, planted crops, adopted children, incorporated, and has gotten tax laws changed. It's so cold here that the groundhog's shadow froze, fell over, and killed the groundhog, but no one noticed because the light that was supposed to reach their eyes froze before it got there.

Anyway.

I'm not writing much of anything. And I haven't been writing for the blog. Check out past the cut, and I'll tell you why.

Filling in gaps

Didn't really know what to write today, but I wanted to write something. So I looked through the blog and checked out what we need more of. And I think I came up with something that works.

Let me know what you think. I love to hear from you. Comments make Boot smile.

Steam, Slavery, and the soft Hum

Put through the paces

I know I said I was trying to avoid Femdom for a while. I guess that makes me a liar. Feel free to punish me. ;)

I've been wondering something: If there was a paypal button, and you could donate some money to keep me writing, would you do it? No minimum, no maximum, just a system for leaving tips. Would anyone take advantage of that?

Anyway, today's story is from The List. I really like the result. Hopefully, so will you.

Put Through the Paces

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

Ask Boot: consent

Having some inspiration trouble lately... help would be appreciated.

Ask Boot: Consent

The Secret Of the Spotlight

I'm a bit hesitant about this story. The person I wrote it for listed Burlesque as a fetish, so I went ahead and wrote out an act, more or less. The power exchange is in there, as is the fetishism and the other bits of fun. But I'm not sure how much fiction this really counts as. It's more like a script.

Well, either way... I hope you enjoy it.

The Secret of the Spotlight

Confessions of a bootlicker: refusing to take her virginity

So this is not true. Which shouldn't be a surprise; none of these 'confessions' are true. But they are based on truth. And there is SOME truth to this. But the names are different, and the details have been changed to protect the innocent and indulge the perverted.

This does directly connect to the first confession, and the greatest ever game of Truth or Dare. It is the same person. That much, at least, is true.

Oh, and it's about me. That's true too. And I DID refuse to take her virginity.

The rest? I'll let you decide.

Saying no anyway

Do you Understand?

Today's story has a science fiction influence. I don't know why. It just kind of happened that way.

That said, I WANT the toy that's used in it.

Do You Understand?

Reviews

Hopefully, there will also be a story today. But the body I'm in was on vacation this weekend, so that's why there haven't been any new tales.

I also have been thinking... I need a page of reviews. Things that people say about my writing. Something that I can point to and say "see? I'm not the only one who likes it."

I've been writing for some kink famous people lately. And from what I've heard so far, they like what I wrote for them. So I'm going to brag and plug them a little. Want to get plugged? (no, not like that!) just say the word, and I'll happily drop in a link.

Lately, I've gotten positive responses from a few kink celebrities:

Jean Bardot

Sweet Lilly Bee

Ava Amnesia

Did I miss anyone?

All I need

I don't know if I've ever done a second person story from the submissive point of view before. I know I slipped a lot into first person, but that's normal, right? I contemplated leaving the narrator's gender completely up in the air, but I think it works best as it is. Is it still ambiguous?

This one is for a very special friend, and I hope she enjoys it.

All I need

Secret Metamorphosis

Today's story is a solicited request. I asked someone if I could write them a story. Why? Because I'm arrogant. I saw someone say that they had a favorite erotica author. And it wasn't me. So I had to challenge myself to try to be this person's new favorite.

Then I found out that this person has just ended a long relationship and is a bit broken up by it. Which means I both want to become a new favorite AND provide the person with something that will make the break up a little easier to handle.

Did I manage? I don't know... time will tell. And speaking of telling...

Tell Me.

Nothing to complain about

It's good to know that I'm not the only one who gets a secret perverted smile every time he hears the phrase "Boot Camp." The military can be so sexy. If it wasn't for all that 'people shoot at you' stuff, and if it worked the way fantasies do.... well, this particular bootlicker might just find himself enlisting.

Alas, reality continues to refuse to conform to my fantasies. So I'm stuck with just writing the fantasies. Today's is for someone else, someone who seems to share a lot of the same interests. Hopefully, he will enjoy this entry...

Nothing to Complain About

Breaking the Silence

It's hard to write a story of a power struggle between two people when one of them refuses to speak. It's hard to keep this armor of silence idea going.

Besides, it had to be broken eventually. Have you ever seen The Three Amigos? It's not a kinky movie, by any stretch. But there's this one part, where Steve Marten is imprisoned, that always stuck with me. One that helped me figure out how to finally break the silent armor.

I've noticed something too: I seem to be much more sensual lately. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Breaking the Silence