Whips and Stockingtops origin story. I'm not convinced anybody will want to read it though! Here's the opening...
It didn’t start with the flying saucer.
It started with the slave collar I found hidden behind the ironing board in the broom closet of my perfectly normal student apartment in 21st century Manchester, England, my timeline.
An Art Deco slave collar in burnished steel with with corrugations and a geometrical border.
It could almost have been jewellery, except for the O-ring at the throat and the lock at the back that had no key: once snapped shut, it would take cutting tools to remove this permanent collar.
It looked expensive. It was certainly for the dedicated fetishist.
Yet, somebody had left it in the back of the closet.
Specifically, they’d left it in an old fashioned manilla envelope bearing the words “New Slave” in beautiful copperplate handwriting.
The slave collar didn’t belong to my new roommates because they hadn’t moved in yet. Had it been abandoned by last year’s students?
I took it back to my room to… examine it.
Just holding the fetter was a turn on. It was light, with rounded edges; practical. Somehow that made it even more exciting.
Putting the cold metal around my neck and looking at it in the mirror… that almost got me off.
The collar belonged there! It fitted like a glove. All I had to do was snap it shut…
Except I didn’t.
I did, however, jerk off and feel vaguely sordid after.
Then I got on with my first semester at college, failed to pluck up courage to join the BDSM group or even go to a munch, started dating a very normal Business Studies student called Mary. We didn’t have sex. Just did some inconclusive groping. But almost every spare night found me kneeling in front of my mirror, one hand pressing the collar to my throat, the other jerking away at my dick.
Then came the Christmas break. Dad was off whoring in the Far East. Mum was busy with her church group. So I stayed on at the apartment and, since I now had the place to myself…
I snapped the collar shut on my throat.
Just an eruption in my groin.
Then I just knelt there feeling stupid, covered in my own jism, with a irremovable steel collar fixed around my neck. What the hell was I going to do now?
And that’s when the flying saucer abducted me.
Friday, June 23, 2017
Enslaved by Posh Totty #9: Dildo Deflowering a Dangerous Redhead: Using a strap-on dildo, then whipped by an angry redhead while trapped in chastity!
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Can permanently chaste Brett satisfy red-haired Audrey armed only with his strap-on dildo?
On what he secretly regards of his last night of slavery to the posh coeds, leggy, red-haired Audrey invites Brett to “make a woman of her”.
Unfortunately, he’s stuck in a chastity device! His only option is to strap on a dildo and do his best to make the event special.
Can he weather the exquisite frustration of pounding a prosthetic dong into the woman of his dreams, feeling her writhe under him, but experiencing nothing in his real man parts other than the unyielding cage?
Will his vigorous wooing kindle true romance between them? Or will he make a mistake and bear the brunt of her sadistic rage?
Read Episode 9 of Enslaved by Posh Totty and experience the dildo deflowering of a very dangerous redhead.
(I've actually done this! Made love while locked in chastity and using a strap-on dildo. It is exquisitely frustrating... Read the story and find out what it's like.)
Thursday, May 25, 2017
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On a world where all men are fitted with alien-tech chastity cups, Robin tries to survive Spring Break without being dragged down into sexual servitude... or is that what he really wants?
It turns out that when the men are all trapped in chastity, the women lose their inhibitions. Femtopia is a resort where unfettered female desire runs rampant and even the sweetest girls turn demanding tongue addict, or cruel dominatrix.
The worst of it is that the Robin is starting to like all this.
A chance one-sided hookup on a nighttime beach, domestic and erotic service to his raunchy co-ed roommates, then a painfully sexy encounter with the sadistic Ute… these wild kinky experiences combine to nudge him out of his comfort zone.
Is he actually happiest on his knees before beautiful otherwise unattainable women? Is this is who he is supposed to be?
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And if course it beautifully supports my trademark girl-next-door does Femdom shtick. It's packed with sexy but realistic young women discovering the joys of getting what they want with no obligation or responsibility.
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Don't miss the other books in the series! And keep an eye out for the next episode.
(Of course, whenever one of my books earns a nice review on Amazon, the next episode gets bumped up to the top of my priority list...)
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
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I'm working on episode three of Chastity Planet and I've just realised that BDSM doesn't exist in my far future. I mean, so far, nobody is a self aware kinkster.
Obviously, the whole planet is kinky. However, nobody explicitly realises it.
I can't decide whether this is a fail that I should put right, or a chance to talk about the pull of BDSM and how, shorn of the fetish, it's to do with basic human drives.
Perhaps this is the theme I needed to make it work. I guess Episode 3 is going to be pretty defining.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
It's here at last!
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Sealed into chastity, tormented by sexy flashbacks, Tristan languishes in his cell so his dominant wife can have some space. She releases him only for domestic service and ferocious discipline. He thinks he’ll get some “proper femdom“ if he can endure until Valentine’s Day. She, however, plans to go lesbian clubbing and cuckold him again.You can also click here to get it in ebook format...
Eleven thousands words of Domestic Femdom, Male Imprisonment, Oral Service and brutal Corporal Punishment.
Thursday, March 02, 2017
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In this one, the now liberated red-haired Audrey turns seductive with one of her posh female friends.
Meanwhile, poor chaste enslaved Brett can only serve and watch, powerless to join in or even get himself off.
About this episode and writing FFm femdom in general
This episode gave me a chance to further explore the idea of male submissive slave as "participant voyeur". He gets to be in the room with the sexy action, even help out, but the girls don't behave as if he's there.
It's also another story where a chaste male sub serves lesbians - or at least bi women - while they get it on with each other.
This is... unlikely to happen to anybody in real life (though there is a guy on a chastity forum who plausibly claims to have been the sub in a decades-long femdom threesome involving his wife, her best friend and himself). Most people prefer not to have an audience when they make love, and I doubt lesbians are queuing up for any sort of erotic relationship with a man, even a one-sided service-based relationship where he's permanently chaste!
|...about deeply submissive men in deeply |
subordinated roles where they really
aren't the centre of attention.
It's a great fantasy, though, to be the compliant slave of two gorgeous women who are having hot sex before your eyes. Or at least it's my favourite fantasy for several reasons.
For a start, the idea of spying on an intimate moment is hot, but as a straight male, I'm not really interested in watching another guy's heaving buttocks. Much better to make it two women.
Then there's the chaste submissive thing. Two women having sex really don't need male help. Being a slave in that situation is about as much on the outside as you can get.
Finally - don't laugh at me - there's a deeper emotional resonance. Growing up as a male submissive in pre-internet days, I have an empathy for people who harbour "forbidden desires". It makes me happy contemplating anybody having a (consensual) transgressive sexual adventure.
I also like writing about lesbians for reasons of erotic storytelling.
My stories are about deeply submissive men in deeply subordinated roles where they really aren't the centre of attention. The problem with this is that the most of the action, and most of the story, can't then be about the hero.
The whole point of his role is that he gets to live a simple life of service - some of it erotic - scary punishment and deliciously frustrating chastity. That's pretty much how our real life relationship works. Having one partner in charge means things go so smoothly that there's not much to tell other than a catalogue of whippings and lickings, which isn't really a story.
Being a kinky slave is a bit like being on a yoga retreat - lots of cool stuff happens, but it does't generate many good anecdotes.
My answer to this problem is to have mistresses who are engaged in lesbian relationships. That gives the story all the drama, erotic suspense, and unpredictability it needs, without putting the slave centre stage.
My series Sex Slave of the Lesbian Flappers takes this to its logical conclusion - the women aren't really aware that their chaste male slaves are human. These, however, are surprisingly hard to write because I had to learn how to do vanilla romances! (Watch this space.)
As a man with feminist leanings, am I OK with writing all this?
After some soul searching, yes.
It's OK to have erotic fantasies and to explore them as long as you know that they are fantasies. There's a whole industry around M/M stories for female consumption, and women in nerdy gothy circles are often quite open about enjoying yaoi. So I don't see what I do as being much different.
I also write my F/F to a particular code. I always try to make the women real people, or as real as you can get in whoops-let's-get-it-on erotica. I don't idealise their bodies, the sex isn't always smooth, and it's rarely if ever for the benefit of the male slave. Apparent realism is part of the kink, but it's also an ethical stance.
Ultimately, I'm a man who likes women and likes them just the way they are, and my fantasies and stories revolve around that.
Monday, January 23, 2017
"No pussy grabbing, some pussy worship!"
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