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I've bitten the bullet and started uploading my chastity erotica to Smashwords! This means creating omnibus editions of the serials to date. Watch this space!

So what chastity erotica DO I want to write?

Masturbation is off the table...
indefinitely

Now I'm free of Amazon, I'm taking stock.

Obviously, I came to erotica as a way of crafting very vivid masturbation fantasies... however, masturbation has been limited in the last four years, and is now off the table... indefinitely.

True, even if I can't get off, masochistic fantasies still give me a buzz. However, that on its own isn't enough to keep me writing --  in my new life, beatings are routine, as is the thrill of living under that threat.

What kept me writing erotica all these years was the need to explore my feelings around permanent chastity and erotic slavery: in my stories, the characters edged towards their terrible fate. But that's where I am right now!

Small wonder, then, that I started to feel that I was done with erotica.

Every single erotic experience of mine
would have been enhanced by me being chaste
and in a service-submissive role. 

However, a few days ago, a thought came to me:

Every single erotic experience of mine would have been enhanced by me being chaste and in a service-submissive role. 

Seriously! Most of my girlfriends weren't really into penis in vagina sex, and a good proportion of them were dominant, sometimes kinkily, and nearly three quarters of them were happy to give kink a go at least once.

If only I'd had a working chastity device like my gloriously wicked Saint!

I regret all those lost opportunities... the memories I would have laid down, and also the glorious women I would have introduced to authentic dominance.

I imagine gay men who come out late feel like this.

However, unlike for a gay man, there was and is no general socially acceptable way to "come out as a chaste malesub". Even if you move in BDSM circles, there's no way to casually be yourself beyond that sandbox.

So I regret the unavailable opportunities.

Which leads me to the impossible things which would be the ultimate fulfilment of my orientation. These are combinations of: serving a lesbian couple; being a chattel slave; receiving intense punishment and mistreatment.

I regret what might have been, what couldn't be,
and what will never be...

I'm left regretting what might have been, what couldn't be, and what will never be.

I can assuage my regrets through my fiction... now I don't have to make everything meticulously consensual!

The first season of my Chastity Planet series can reach its logical conclusion, without worrying that the hero doesn't want to be publicly whipped or trapped in chaste slavery!

I can continue my Whips and Stockingtops Femdom flapper series without having to dance around the underlying premise that the men are all true slaves.

And I can write some other really consent-irrelevant masochistic stuff.

I won't make promises about output, but that's where my imagination is taking me these days...

Consent is Boring - Why I left Amazon

Consent is boring

I left Amazon because consent is boring.

Make no mistake, in real life, kink needs consent.

However, power exchange is only real to the extent to which you cannot withdraw consent. Even in real life, consent gets blurry around power exchange. And, in my fantasies, hard power exchange is the point.

I want to explore the feelings and implications of, not so much non-consent as, consent-irrelevant!

I want to tell stories about male slaves, and captives and victims. Or situations where consent is retroactive, but still essentially irrelevant.

More and more, when writing for the Amazon marketplace, I found myself doing the consent dance:

He writhed in his chains. "Let me go!" 

She laughed and pinged the dong so it wobbled. "But you want me to peg you."

He blushed. "Yes."

Power exchange is only real to the extent to
which you cannot withdraw consent.

And so on.

It's like writing a war story, except it has to be a nerf gun battle,

After a while, I found my series grinding to a halt as I wrestled with keeping it visibly consensual.

Well, so much for that. There are platforms with less desire to censor freedom of imagination. I'll be popping up on one of those soon.

Find out when this happens using the Follow By Email option (top right)! I rarely post except to say when I have a book out, and I won't see your email address - Blogger handles all that.

Designing the Happy Happy Chaste Boi Chastity Device

Surgical mesh for the sound/plug

Inescapable male chastity devices are a cool fantasy. They also make it easier to write chastity erotica. Alas, the real ones are either impractical for 24/7/365 wear - full belts - or require too much of a lead time for piercings to heal. That saps the drama.

So I've come up with the Happy Happy Chaste Boi Chastity Device which I've been using in most of my contemporary erotica. It's an ultra hi-tech device designed for Japanese male prostitutes and kept men, but has gradually started appearing on the western market.

I'm going to fully describe it here in case anybody is interested. Needless to say, my erotica isn't actually an info dump of all this! So here we go...

The TetherSpout (source)

The Happy Happy Chaste Boi Chastity Device is a ball trapper with some adaptions:

• Hi-tech smart ceramic makes it expensive to escape.
• Anti-pullout based on urethral plug or "sound" (see below).
• Red Button that seals the device permanently. To prevent accidental triggering, the button is recessed and requires quite a deep push. However, this last feature  makes it tempting to toy with the button.
• Expensive enough that you'd think long and hard before destroying it, perhaps the cost of a luxury holiday for two.

Inner anchor tube shaped a bit like this.
(source)

Made of hi-tech smart ceramic. I bet materials like this are only a few years away:

• Invisible on body scans.
• Generates lots of heat when cut.
• Generates electricity when vibrated. Piezoelectric properties mean vibrators merely send painful shocks to your urethra. Cutting the device has similar effects.

Anti-pullout is via something like a TetherSpout system with a urethral plug that anchors behind the head. However, mine is surgical mesh similar to that used in stints. It has interesting properties:

• Same smart ceramic material as the device, but tempered to be flexible. 
• Not cuttable with normal surgical tools.
• Twisting it 360 furls and unfurls the anchor.
• Inner anchor tube prevents tampering with insertables. It snakes into the body as far as the prostate and won't permit an erect erection.

Anchor reaches as far as the prostate
(Borrowed from Thumper)

There are four nasty twists:

1. You can't have a proper orgasm wearing the device. It shorts out electro-stimulation. The piezoelectric properties mean vibrators generate painful shocks, only. In version 2 and later, the end of the anchor hits an internal pressure point, making prostate stimulation totally ineffective. Sorry.

2. Needs to be removed and boiled monthly, otherwise the plug loses plasticity! Unfortunately, you have to read the machine-translated English in the manual very carefully to find this out. Once the plug has hardened, the only way to remove the device is for a surgeon to slice open the head of your penis, with the risk of nerve damage.

3. Six months of continuous wear causes the plug to merge with the tissue of the urethra all the way to the prostate!  Basically, the tube gradually expands, pushing into the tissue, which uses it as a matrix to grow around it. There's nothing in the manual about this, and anybody who talks about this online is accused of being a fantasist. Once merging has taken place, a surgical intervention would be so intrusive that you might as well sign up for a sex change as well.

4. After hardening, the inner anchor tube makes erections dangerous without the base ring. Once the inner anchor tube stops being bendy, the articulations permit the penis to bend down against the body, but not up. There are no articulations inside the body and the tube reaches as far as the prostate. If you could somehow remove all of the device except the anchor, an erection would damage your penis tissue and wrench on the deeper end of the anchor, causing all sorts of internal injuries.

Escape options if you lose the key or press the Red Button are:

• Up to 1 month since last removal: Cut off the base ring, twist the tube to furl the plug. Voila! However, this will require (a) water bath to dissipate heat, (b) tools powerful enough to cut the material, but small enough not to cut you, (c) a general anaesthetic because of the resulting shocks, (d) skilled professionals to do all this. There's also the risk of nerve damage due to the electric shocks. You'll certainly be in pain for months after. 
• Between 1 and 6 months since last removal: As above, but the surgeon has to slice open your meatus.
• 6+ months since last removal: Not recommended. Even if you could somehow shave off the cage, leaving the plug embedded, erections would be dangerous.

Of course, my poor characters don't know all this ahead of time... But you'll have to read my books to find out how that goes.

I revamped an old book!

Not a new book, just  a better cover!

Smashwords is less fussy about consent in fantasies, so I suspect I may be spending more time there in future.

Whips and Stockingtops: The Collar

I'm tinkering with a 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.

I came.

No hands.

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.

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.) 

A Chaste Spring Break 3: SciFi Total World Femdom! Permanent Male Chastity! (Chastity Planet)

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At last, I've released Episode 3:

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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This SciFi erotica series is very dear to my heart. I love coming up with Total World Femdom settings, and this one recalls the exquisite frustration of beach holidays in my youth - all those sexy girls and no way to talk to them, and nothing to say to them if I did! Just imagine what it would be like if they were in charge with no come back...

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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It's also an erotic world that it would not be entirely insane to visit. Nothing truly bad can happen to you there, though you can end up suffering a lot of pain and frustration. Certainly, I'd go!

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...)

Designing Chastity Planet

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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.

Imprisoned, Flogged and Enslaved for Valentine's (Bi Femdom Wife Book 2)!

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. 
Eleven thousands words of Domestic Femdom, Male Imprisonment, Oral Service and brutal Corporal Punishment. 

You can also click here to get it in ebook format...

Enslaved by Posh Totty 8: Lesbian First Time is here! (And a little about why I write what I write)

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At last, another episode of Enslaved by Posh Totty, my college chastity and femdom series!

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.

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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.
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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.

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"No pussy grabbing, some pussy worship!"

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Read the first few pages of "Bi Femdom Wife 1 Cuckolded by a Lesbian on New Year’s Day"

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Eleven o’clock New Year’s Day. Tristan padded into the living room and hesitated, blinking in the daylight, the cool air shrinking his balls against his chastity device.

The party guests had long gone, and the river estuary beyond the picture windows was deserted except for a container ship sluggishly negotiating the drizzle. So, nobody could see him in his steel collar and the breathtakingly expensive Happy Happy Chaste Boi Purity Device(tm) clamped around — and inside! — his genitals. Even so, it felt… wrong to be “dressed” like this in daylight.

The rain rattled on the windows.

He shrugged.

That was the point. This was supposed to be a femdom adventure to start the New Year. It wasn’t like he had a choice anyway. Thanks to his time safe, he couldn’t remove either bondage device for 48 hours and his wife Hannah had only gone along with his kinky plans because he had promised to clear up after her friends.

It had been a good party, but now the minimalist modern interior was cluttered with party debris. Plastic cups and beer bottles littered every surface, the food trays had overflowed the long dining table, and dozens of dancing feet had ground crisps and pretzels into the patches of spilled wine. Worse, the smokers who’d gone out to huddle in the car park had trailed muddy footprints everywhere.

Tristan sighed and hoped the resulting Femdom would be worth it. He trudged into the kitchen to get a big black bag. The guests had also trashed the work surfaces and stainless steel splashbacks, or technically the exploding chili had. There was also a burned-out tray of nachos in the sink.

He yawned and wished he was back in bed next to his warm wife. The party had wound down at 3AM. However, it had taken him an hour to get into the imported Japanese chastity device — just putting on the base ring had gotten him too hard to install the mesh tube with its locking urethral plug. Then of course, he’d been too turned on to sleep, and when he had drifted off, Hannah’s wine-induced snoring had woken him.

“Fuck it,” he said aloud. “She’ll probably be too hung over to do anything anyway.”

But he was damned if he was going to lose the moral high ground.

After a heavy night, Hannah always liked to chill out on the couch, so he started on the living room first.

Painfully conscious of his taut balls bumping his thighs, he picked his way around the grimy floor, stooping to scoop up the debris, steeling himself to go near the picture window--

--which is why it took him half an hour to discover the pair of stockinged feet on the couch: Sleek feminine feet with slender legs, all wrapped in cosy knitted black woolen hosiery. The couch’s back hid the rest of the interloper, who sighed and mumbled something.

Tristan froze. Sweat broke out on his brow. He should sneak away back to the bedroom, tell Hannah to get rid of this uninvited overnight guest. However, he couldn’t seem to move.

The wind picked up. The sky grayed. Cold rain hissed on the windows.

The interloper yawned. She rolled onto her side, curling her legs. The woolen second skin made them seem unreal, as if Photoshopped to perfection.

Was these actually stockings? wondered Tristan. Hannah never wore stockings… except that one time on his birthday. His cock hardened and tried to erect itself. The Happy Chaste Boi Purity Device(tm) kept it pointing down, clamped down against his balls.

Tristan’s mouth went dry. What harm would there be in finding out?

He inched around the corner of the couch.

Now he had a clear view of her curled legs, the shallow curves pressed against each other like a playground for a caressing hand.

Tristan chewed his lip. He really shouldn’t be doing this.

A little further.

Yes!

The hem of the woman’s burgundy velvet dress tented around her thighs, exposing everything: the place where a strip of black lace marked the transition from soft woolen stockings to smooth olive skin; the hollow where thighs met buttocks, and the black G-string with wisps of brown hair escaping its skimpy little triangle of fabric.

Tristan shuddered. His cock heaved against its prison. This was so much better than surfing porn. He was going to wank himself senseless. He started to back away.

His cock twitched forlornly to remind him; no masturbation for two days.

Panic rose up from the pit of Tristan’s stomach and the strength drained from his limbs. He gasped for breath while his lost cock beat like a second heart and suddenly he couldn’t move.

The girl yawned and rolled to her feet. The burgundy fabric cloaked off her thighs. Shoulder-length hair fell into place, covering her neck. She took a pace toward the window, moving like a ballerina, one foot in front of the other, stockinged toes then heels—

And Tristan knew who she was.

Not a girl. A woman. Zarah, another provincial girl made good like Hannah. She was also Hannah’s BFF and the person with whom she’d shared a Lesbian kiss at a high school party something like twenty years ago. She’d always treated Tristan with an indulgent contempt; a phase Hannah was going through. Posh twat, she’d called him.

Despite — admit it; because of — all that, Tristan had always harbored a secret crush on her...

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I finally wrote a story about mature couples doing married Femdom! I wanted it to be darker and more realistic than my other novels... perhaps it is. However, it went off the rails pretty quickly and turned out much wilder than I'd planned...

Things get out of hand when Tristran persuades Hannah, his no-nonsense Geordie wife, to let him spend New Year’s Day as her chaste slave. Zarah, her vampy bisexual BFF, has slept over and plans to cuckold him. Meanwhile, sick of his demands, Hannah humiliates him by insisting he stick to the plan and slave for both of them!

Nearly ten thousands words of Domestic Femdom, Kinky Threesomes and Lesbian Cuckolding. If that doesn’t convince you, here are some spoilers…

He’s too convincing as a slave and they use him as a bridge, making out while he serves his wife orally. He leaks from his chastity belt, which earns him a brutal whipping. The excitement spurs the women to really make love while he looks on, ignored, chaste and in chains, powerless to join in or to stop them. Finally, his wife locks him in an improvised “cell” so she can enjoy a night of passion with her new lesbian lover. He expects to be trapped for a few yours, but she announces that he will spend days chained up while she “has some space”…

Oh, and the Happy Happy Chaste Boi Chastity Device(tm) makes an appearance...

Dreamquest of the Unknown Kinkster

Three times I dreamed of the city where serene women rule and the men are slaves, and three times I was snatched away.

Each time, I stood behind the bars of the slave market in the lower town and watched the bejewelled women pass by. By custom, they were naked except golden girdles and flimsy bodices.

This was a city of languid Sapphic lovers. 

The long-limbed maidens would stroll hand-in-hand or with arms slipped around lithe waists. Sometimes a couple would stop off to kiss in the shade of my arcade. Lazy hands would slide over olive skin. Breaths would quicken and they would move on, bare legs striding away down the shady street in search of a more private trysting place.

And I would become hard and erect under my concealing leather kilt.

Then a woman who concealed her body in a long robe would notice me in my cage and rouse the dealer, who would fumble for her keys.

I would glimpse a cascade of dark hair, then awake rigid with desire. Self gratification would only leave me sordid and lonely.

So, I studied manuals of lucid dreaming, practiced visualization and abstinence.

None of this did me any good.

True, my nightly journeys still took me to the Virgin Lands where men are a furtive afterthought. However, though they populated a dream land, the women there were too normal, too much of flesh and blood. They could not compare to the living statues of that city, which now seemed lost to me.

I asked after my city,

I learned of other sinister wonders: the Plateau of Veneris where the sinister Abbey visits grim torments on the dreamer foolish enough to cross its threshold; the Ghlugs who will milk a man dry then sell him into slavery; the Cat Maidens who are your friend as long as you can satisfy them, but who will claw you till you bleed when at last you cannot; and the cruel City of Ooblet where the cries of tortured men serve to mark the passing of the hours.

However, none could tell me of the city where serene women walked while mute male slaves rejoiced to serve their every whim.

Melancholy took over my waking life and my sleep became more fitful, my visits to the Virgin Lands more fleeting.

One evening, as I wandered in the rain while motorcars hissed past and more normal men hurried home to warm meals and warmer bedrooms, I peered through the window of an antiquarian bookshop and spied a woman who boasted my dream mistress’s cascade of black tresses.

I went inside, but could not muster the courage to speak to her; a man who spends his nights in fever dreams of whips and chains loses the faculty for light conversation. I did, however, come away with a hastily selected Book of Dreams. This was a battered tome from past centuries that purported to teach the Art of the Dream.

As I dried off in my lonely dwelling, I was disappointed to find it contained not exercises, but theurgic rituals. I was too much of a materialist to give credence to the occult and put the volume aside.

Weeks later, the rituals became an attractive last resort, which is how I came to be standing naked before the priestesses Ash and Karmel in the Cavern Temple, not far from the waking world.

It was a dream but it was real.

The damp stone chilled my feet. The steps down beckoned, calling me to descend into the darkness. A warm breeze from the depths teased my skin.

And the candlelight danced on bare female skin, made gold glitter like fairy dust.

The priestesses were tall, statuesque, but not impossibly so. Each wore her nakedness like a suit of armor. Bangles and anklets served only to emphasize the hard curves of leg and arm. They kept their pubic triangles trimmed so as to expose long, fleshy inner lips that seemed to threaten an fleshy engulfment from which there would be no return.

My member reared as if in salute. I cupped it with my hands and blushed.

Priestess Ash, with the pale skin, favored me with an amused smile. “Declare your intentions, dreamer.”

I blurted out my quest, described the dream city of the elegant women.

Now Karmel, with the dark skin, spoke, her voice cold. “You speak of Lost Vestal. It is not of for mortal dreamers to find.”

“Then I will find the Dream Goddesses,” I said, “where they dwell in the Unknown Tower of Torment, and petition them.”

“No,” said Karmel. “They are angry with you. Thrice they granted you the vision of Vestal, and thrice you profaned it with self pollution. It is not for mortals to seek out their tower.”

I squirmed and blushed. Even so, I thought of the black-haired woman and set my chin. “Then I will beg their forgiveness.”

The priestesses exchanged smirks and nods.

At length, fair-haired Ash spoke. “If you can sate both of us while maintaining your lewd salute, then you may descend into the dream land and pursue your fruitless quest.” She draped herself on the low padded altar and spread her legs so that the tendons of her thighs stood out like ropes.

I took a step forward, mouth watering, manhood quivering in anticipation.

Karmel held up her hand. “Wait. Know that if you fail, there will be no return to the cavern temple, or to the dream lands. And know that you will be scourged as you make your attempt.”

I nodded and approached the flaxen-haired priestess, my gazed fixed on the fleshy lips that flourished between her pale thighs...

I know. Weird. Not quite parody. I could flesh it out, add more erotic detail, carry on the story. But who would want to read it?

Designing a plausible inescapable male chastity belt (without piercings)

I like my male chastity device inescapable!

Well, I suppose we all do. That's the point. The problem is that real ones aren't -- the Custom Chastity device I'm wearing right now is pretty wonderful, but if I wanted, I could pull out the back and get myself off.

If that was a real problem for me, I could have a piercing.

Piercings, however, are no good for my kind of chastity fiction. It's not that they are beyond my comfort zone, it's that they take too long to heal before you can use them to secure a chastity device. And if the character is pre-pierced, it follows that they are already kinky.

My kind of fiction needs a device that you can just put on and be stuck in.

Usually I cheat.  For my first novel, I simply used a full belt made of Quantumite, basically a what TV tropes calls Unobtanium. For two of my other series, it's a surgically implanted cage or cup.

A simpler much more practical solution!(Source)

I tried to be a little more realistic with Enslaved by Posh Totty: I'd seen a documentary about new nano materials, and they've developed a super sticky surface based on geckos. I figure a strip of that would anchor a dick in place.

What I missed was a simpler much more practical solution!

Somebody has worked out how to anchor a urethral plug against the firmer tissue of the head.

...what if the plug was 3D printed in a mesh form?

There's a whole little sub culture built around this sort of tethering, and not just for chastity.

It has two problems: it's a fiddle to get on - you have to mess around with dental floss; and it's a not clear how well it would work for long term use - the membranes involved like to stay wet.

But, what if the plug was 3D printed in a mesh form using the same medical technology you see in stents? medic?

It could be designed to compress in one direction and not the other, so making it impossible to remove.

Or it could be made of a memory plastic that changes shape when it reaches body temperature, only to snap back much later so you can remove it.

The possibilities are endless. Now I just need a story...

UPDATE: I called it the Happy Happy Chaste Boi Chastity Device. It appears in my latest erotica series, Bi Femdom Wife.

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Finally! Book two of Chastity Planet: A Chaste Spring Break

At last! I wrote the final draft while on my second week of 24/7 lockup in a Custom Chastity surgical nylon device. So here it is...

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On a world where all men are fitted with alien-tech chastity cups, Robin unwisely tags along with some raunchy college girls for Spring Break in Femtopia. 

This is a beach resort where a rigid caste system keeps permanently chaste males in their place… usually on their knees providing oral service to wild beach babes, or at the mercy of rampaging possies of party girls, or fighting off butch predators wielding prosthetic dongs with the power to enslave. 


Can Robin drag himself away before he gets sucked into the wild world of female pleasure where all men live in fear of a public whipping or worse? 
Read Episode One and find out!

OUT NOW! Enslaved by Posh Totty 6: Slave's Choice

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Back after a break, episode 6 of Enslaved by Posh Totty is now ready for download!

Two of the upper class co-eds, statuesque Pippa and red-haired sportswoman Audrey, have accepted Brett as their chaste house-slave. 

The only holdout is Bryony, but she’s a lesbian and he has nothing to offer her. If only he can win her acceptance, he can get through the week to his date with Pippa, the real object of his desire. 

Brett’s opportunity comes when Bryony tries to seduce Pippa while he’s in attendance. Can he weather the storm of lust? 

Will Pippa succumb? 

When Pippa turns the tables on Bryony, both the lesbian and Brett must make choices: Bryony about whether to treat him as a real slave, and Brett about whether to help Pippa enact a kinky bondage scene with his rival for her affections. 

Read what happens in Enslaved by Posh Totty 6: Slave’s Choice 
6,500 words of Femdom, male chastity, erotic service and voyeurism.

You'll be amused to know that I wrote all this while stuck in a period of extended chastity! My readers have already had more orgasms through this book than I have.

Make my suffering worthwhile and download it now!

Enslaved by Posh Totty: A Chaste Toga Party now 0.99 on Amazon

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It's the first book in the Enslaved by Posh Totty series, so I've cut the price to $0.99 and £0.99, and pretty much as cheap as possible on all the Amazon sites - enjoy...

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Why I write permanent chastity erotica

The heroes in my erotic fiction don't
generally escape their chastity
 devices!

The heroes in my erotic fiction don't generally get escape their chastity devices!

My stories aren't like some permanent chastity fantasies, where the installation of the device is the climax of the story - is the story. These are not castration-lite tales.

Rather, the hero starts in (or about to get into) the chastity device, then spends the story fighting his fate in some way.

Usually, there's an element of choice: is it better to stay chaste and enjoy the sensual benefits?

Do you stay or go?

In The Chastity Belt, Mark is stuck in a "quantumite" device. It's time-locked, but his release date recedes every time he gets turned on. He could escape quite quickly, if only he can avoid the chastity groupies.

...as much Femdom as
he likes, as long as he
stays chaste.

There's a similar dynamic in my Chastity Planet series; do you enjoy wild but chaste sensuality on the planet, or leave at the end of your tour?

And, in my Enslaved by Posh Totty series, Brett can enjoy as much Femdom as he likes, as long as he stays chaste. Something similar will happen with the Chaste Fugitive serial.

I've also tinkered with stories in which the hero has no prospect of escape, and therefore no choice.

I've explored this premise just once in the Sex Slave of the Lesbian Flappers series, where the is more about the perils and pleasures of erotic slavery, with permanent chastity as part of the experience.

However, I am fascinated by the idea of male chastity as an identity. What if 5% of the male population were just chaste for some reason - the best reason I've come up with so far is alien implants.

Permanently chaste - "chayste" - males would be emotionally vulnerable, notoriously flaky, and yet valued as lovers and possibly trophy husbands. This is a harder story to write, but it's on my to-do list.

And with that last story idea, I've given away my motivation.

When I'm in chastity, I don't really have much urge to unlock or even to cum. The crazy extended plateau phase granted by male chastity is far more intense and satisfying than a quick ejaculation. It's slightly terrifying to feel this way. It strikes to the core of ideas of virility and masculinity. Needless to say, those feelings are a bit of a turn on.

I also find it interesting how many women like their men without penises, and love creating settings where normal vanilla girls encounter male chastity in comfortable (to them) ways.

I therefore write tales of permanent chastity in order to explore these very strange feelings, and to nail down my real life experience as a chaste slave. They are also wish fulfillment fantasies...

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