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I just realized it’s been a month since I posted anything. Apologies, I’ve been busy working on another project. I need to make time to finish off Jane 2, but time is almost as much a premium as money. Still, it would be a pity to get as far along as I have and not see it to completion, especially since it’s got some great scenes in it. The nice thing about sci-fi erotica is it frees you from the humdrum of everyday life and lets you explore the things that could be. Imagine strange and smart materials that are anklets, bracelets, and necklaces one minute but extremely secure bonds the next. Drinks that can give orgasms, psychics, sex in zero G.

Good stuff, in other words.

And to think, it all started with images like this one.

Without further rambling, enjoy a slice of Jane 2

The man is naked and shaking, twittering and biting his lips as figures move in the shadows.  His cock is huge and erect, standing up nearly to the belly button on his chiseled abs.  He doesn’t like to admit it, but he spends a huge amount of energy on his body.  He wants the chiseled look that brings all the women in droves and to get it he works out like a machine and watches every calorie he takes in.  It works, even if he’s physically miserable from too much exercise and not enough food, the girls love it.  All he has to do is flash those ripped abs and their panties drop like poppy petals.

He doesn’t want for attention, but like everyone else, he’s always looking to trade up.

“Don’t cover yourself,” a voice says from the shadows.

“Put your hands behind your head,” a similar voice adds.

The two figures in the shadows are the pinnacle of conquest.  The first time he came to the club and saw them dancing together he knew he wanted them.  Everything – all the women, all the workouts, all the extension surgery – has been leading up to this point.  His hands go behind his head and he laces his fingers together.  There’s not a trace of shyness about his body in him.  He’s sexy and he knows it.

After tonight, he can say he’s had them, even if it would be more accurate to say they’ve had him.  Either way the end result is the same.  If he were smarter he’d be worried that he could live up to their expectations but they chose him out of the crown and his ego is telling him it’s because of how he looks.  He couldn’t be further from the truth.

“He is well-endowed, isn’t he?” Amanda whispers to her sister.  They’re hiding in the shadows, watching him get more and more excited.  Soon the nervousness will hit him, then the fear, then they’ll jump him and drink him up.

“Do you want it or should I take it?” Audrey whispers back.

Amanda’s hands slide up her sister’s body, caressing her torso like a lover.  “I think you should have it.  I’ll take his face and control the session.”

“I can’t wait,” Audrey replies and leans her head back on Amanda’s shoulder.

Amanda pulls Audrey close and says, “I can’t wait, either.  It’s a pity no one gets extended anymore.”

Audrey sighs in pleasure.  “I miss the shallow days,” she says dreamily.

“No one thinks of the girls anymore,” Amanda says and puts her lips on Audrey’s earlobe, enjoying the feel of her sister’s silky hair brushing her face.  “Look at him.  He’s a perfect physical specimen.”

“And his mind is mush,” Audrey replies with a little moan.

“He’s perfect,” Amanda says,  “Let’s play with him.”

“Shall I go first, dear sister?” Audrey asks.

Amanda doesn’t want to let go of Audrey, their minds are so much closer when they’re touching, but the evening’s entertainment should make up for it.  “I think so,” she tells Audrey, “you’re so much better at it than I am.”

“You’re so sweet,” Audrey says and pulls away from Amanda with a disappointed moan.  The connection is still there, she can still feel her sister’s mind, but it’s muted like she’s listening to music through a thick wall.

“Does he have a name?” Amanda asks.

“It doesn’t matter,” Audrey replies.  “He has what we need.”

Audrey closes her eyes and lets her mind wander.  Without the needless distraction of sight, Audrey actually sees the world.  The man’s erection is still standing gloriously tall and proud and he seems only mildly nervous.  It’s time to change all that.

A sound echoes in the back of the room.  The man jumps and turns, his hands dropping to cover his hard cock.  Something about the air feels different, it’s colder or thicker.  His nipples are erect from the chill.

“Put your hands back up,” Amanda snaps from the shadows.

He slowly obeys, suddenly feeling nervous.  A shadow flitters across the edge of his vision.  He wonders which of them it was.  They’re impossible to tell apart, one of the things that’s so exciting about being chosen by the Amazing sisters.  It’s supposed to be like sex with two of the same girl.  He focuses on the stories about them, ignoring his fear.  They say once you fuck the Amazing sisters you never need to fuck another woman again; no one else can even stand up.

Audrey pushes into his mind from the shadows and hears his thoughts.  You have no idea, she thinks, and digs deeper.  She’s looking for fantasies and fears she can exploit.  Just to keep him on his toes while she’s searching, she plants the low growl of dagon in his head.  Everyone’s afraid of the beasts and everyone knows what they sound like.  He jumps and she feels his adrenaline start to flow.

The man’s heart beats faster.  He knows there’s no way a dagon could be in the room with him, but that growl sounded so near and so real.  His eyes dart around the room, but can’t see anything hiding in the shadows.  He pushes thoughts of large reptiles with huge teeth out of his head and tries to focus on his mental image of the Amazing sisters.

Audrey picks up the image and sends it to Amanda.  She mentally pokes the man and smiles when he jumps.

Something brushed him from behind and the man turns to see … nothing.  Just an empty room.  His heart is beating in his chest and he feels very exposed.  His eyes dart around, desperate to penetrate the shadows.  A click of high heels behind him makes him turn and he sees one of the Amazing sisters standing in front of him.  She’s wearing a black leather bustier and tiny panties.  Her long legs are clad in stockings.  He gasps.  She looks just like he imagined, right down to the riding crop in her hand.

She slaps her open palm with the crop.  The sound echoes around the empty room.  “I didn’t say you could move,” she says with a stern look in her eyes.

“I’m … I’m sorry,” he stammers.

“I didn’t ask for a character reference,” Amanda tells him.  “Stand still and address me correctly.”

He shrugs his shoulders, not quite sure what she means.

“Mistress,” she hisses.

“I’m sorry Mistress,” he says in an awed whisper.

“Yes,” Amanda says.  She steps back into the shadows.  Before the dark completely engulfs her, she add, “You are.”

The man peers into the darkness, hoping for a last glimpse of his fantasy come to life.

“Hands behind your head!” echoes around the room repeatedly.  It sounds like the command is coming from all over the room.  He snaps his hands behind his neck again and shakes.

“Is he ready?” Amanda asks Audrey quietly.

“He’s ready,” Audrey says.

“Excellent,” Amanda says.  “Take the stage dear sister.”

Audrey smiles at her sister and focuses on her clothes.  The illusion of her mini dress disappears and is replaced with an exact duplicate of Amanda’s outfit.  She sneaks up behind the man until she’s only a foot or so away from him and snaps.  “On your knees.”

He spins and wonders if this is the other sister or if the first one somehow snuck through the shadows without him noticing.  This close he can smell her perfume, a mixture of blood orange and exotic spices.  His cock throbs at the sight of her.  She’s so close and just like he dreamed she would be.

“Why are you not on your knees?” Amanda asks from behind him.

The man turns to find the other Amazing sister watching him.  She slaps the riding crop on her hand and he jumps.  His cock twitches and bounces.  “I’m…” he starts.

“Sorry,” Amanda finishes for him.

“We know,” Audrey adds.

This close, the sister can smell the sex on him.  Amanda traces his jaw with her crop, gently stroking his face.  Audrey waits until his attention is fully on Amanda and swats him on the ass with her own crop.  He jumps and she laughs.

His ass stings, but not as much as his pride.  The sister in front of him smiles and says, “Eyes on me, stud.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.

“Ooh,” the sister behind him coos.  “He can learn.”

He wants to turn around and see her, but something about the sister in front of him tells him he’d better not move.  She has the look of a predatory cat getting ready to spring.  Her riding crop traces down his naked body, bumping on the muscles.  He smiles to himself, still proud of his body.  His smile fades slightly when the riding crop moves down the front of his cock.

“Spread your legs,” the sister behind him says.

“Now,” adds the sister in front of him.

He struggles a bit, trying to spread his legs without falling over.  Audrey swats him on the ass again and he jumps but spreads his legs.  He feels exposed and nervous.  “My name is Amanda,” the sister in front of him says, “Audrey is behind you.”

Audrey swats him again and giggles when his ass tightens up.  “He’s cute,” she says and swats him again.

Amanda gently taps his balls with her riding crop and the man cringes as the pain hits him.  She pulls back to swat him again and he shuffles backward out of the way.  Audrey smacks his ass and hisses, “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Present your cock for me,” Amanda says.

“Now,” Audrey adds.

The man knows what’s going to happen but is so lost in the moment he thrusts his hip forward, presenting his hard cock for her.  Amanda taps him again.  “Do you want us?” she asks.

“Yes,” he says, voice a hoarse whisper.

She taps him hard and his knees nearly go out from under him.  “What did you say?” Amanda snaps.

“I’m sorry,” the man says, fighting back the pain in his balls.  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

A swat from Audrey brings him back up.  “Do you want us?” she asks from behind him.

“Yes, Mistresses,” the man says.  His dick is rock hard, harder than it’s ever been before and throbbing.

“Beg,” Amanda says.  “Grovel and we might let you in.”

The man drops to his knees and says, “Please, Mistresses.  I want you so bad.”

Audrey’s hands run though his hair.  She grabs a fistful of hair and yanks his head back.  “That was bad grammar,” she says.

“You want us badly,” Amanda says.

“I want you so badly, Mistresses,” the man says.

Audrey holds his head back and stares in his eyes.  “Are you sure?” she asks.

The man moans, a deep throaty moan that sings of desperation.  “I think he wants us,” Amanda says.

Audrey shoves his head forward and swats his ass again.  “I don’t know if he’s worthy,” she says and starts stalking around his side.  Amanda picks up the cue and walks around to his back.  Together the sisters circle the naked man, swatting him on his ass and legs, and balls.  They took turns, one gently stroking him the other swatting him until his skin was alive.

At an unseen signal, Amanda stops behind the man and snaps, “Lie down!”

When he doesn’t move quickly enough, she swats him twice on the ass and laughs as he drops to his back.  He’s panting now, heart beating furiously, skin more sensitive than it’s ever been, and cock throbbing.  He looks up the twins and wonders what they’ve got in store for him next.

“Hold his hands, please,” Audrey says to Amanda.

Amanda drops to her knees and roughly pulls the man’s hands over his head.  He looks up at her and she just smiles.

“Eyes on me,” Audrey says.

Amanda uses her eyes to tell the man he needs to watch Audrey.  Her sister has played this role before and she falls into more naturally than Amanda.  Audrey spreads her legs slightly, giving the man on the ground a better view and rubs her hands up and down her body.  She points a finger at herself and draws the tip down her body.  Her bustier falls away as her finger slides down the front.  The man gasps as her body is exposed.

Audrey’s finger continues down and the tiny panties melt away as she touches them.  “Ready, sister?” she asks.

Amanda scoots forward until her knees are touching the man’s head and his arms are pinned beneath her body.  She can feel what he feels, see what he sees.  “Ready, sister,” she says.

Audrey squats down.  As soon as her skin touches the man’s Amanda starts a link, connecting them all together.  The man feels Audrey feeling him sliding into her pussy, the delightful fullness at the same time he feels himself sliding in.  Amanda gasps as she feels the penetration from both of them.  She smiles at her sister and strokes the man’s face.

“I want to feel you, sister,” Audrey says, impaled on the huge cock.  “Let him taste you.”

Amanda, already feeling both of them, dissolves her own clothes and scoots forward until she’s sitting on the man’s face.  His tongue probes her gently and she bites her lip.  All of them feel the man inside of Audrey and Audrey’s pussy gripping his cock and Amanda’s pussy on his face and his tongue between her legs.  No one moves as they all attempt to sort out the sensations.  For Amanda and Audrey, feeling sex from a man’s point of view is nothing new, but for the man underneath them it’s a completely new – and alien – set of sensations.  He whimpers and gasps as he feels what they’re feeling.  His body feels like it’s going to explode until Amanda’s mind penetrates his with quiet shushing sounds, bringing him back from the edge of orgasm.  She locks their minds and bodies together, ensuring no one will finish until Audrey is ready.

Audrey leans her head back, enjoying the huge cock inside of her and the tongue exploring her.  She’s the driver.  Amanda reaches out and touches her sister’s face, stroking it gently and remembering the first time they shared sensations.

When she was eighteen, Amanda fell for a boy.  Audrey was jealous and hid under Amanda’s bed, fingering herself while Amanda moaned and the boy grunted.  They each got vague sensations of cocks and fingers until, on a whim, Audrey reached up and grasped Amanda’s hand.  The connection shocked them both and soon they each felt exactly what the other felt.  Soon they learned to rope in whoever they were in bed with.  That skill slowly became the stuff of legends and soon they had more suitors than they knew what to do with.  They learned who just wanted to fuck and who wanted to be controlled and who wanted to control them.  As they moved up the ladders their skills became invaluable at pairing people who wanted to be dominated with people who wanted to dominate.

Now they prowl and take their pick, like the man underneath them.  He wanted to be dominated, topped and controlled briefly.  The girl they dropped with Musashi wanted to give up all control in her life, maybe not forever, but for a time.  The Amazing sisters can tell what people want and know who will give it to them.

Audrey licks her lips and starts grinding against the huge cock inside of her, rubbing her clit against him.  The man feels it and sucks Amanda’s clit, marveling at how his lips feel on her.  Soon they’re a moaning, sweating heap, all right on the edge but held firmly in check by Amanda’s mind until she feels Audrey’s orgasm building.  When it hits and Audrey throws her head back and howls, Amanda releases the blocks on her body and the man’s and they both erupt.  The pumping feel of his orgasm pushes both Amanda and Audrey back over the edge and they come again, pushing the man into another explosion.

The reciprocating orgasms keep coming until Audrey’s body simply stops processing them and everyone collapses in a sweaty, sticky heap on the floor.  Amanda snuggles up to Audrey and holds her sister tightly, cooing and caressing sensitive flesh.  They’ve both already forgotten the man.  He’s lying still, eyes rolled back in his head and barely breathing.

“Do you think we broke him?” Audrey asks in a whisper.

“I hope not,” Amanda says.  “I’d like to use him again.”

“We could keep him,” Audrey says.

“He’s not that type,” Amanda tells her.  “He needs to be free.  He’ll come back to us.”

Audrey sighs and snuggles into Amanda’s embrace.

Edited, rewritten, and compiled into a single anthology.  The Punishment Part I, The Punishment Part II, and Hallow’s Eve are all now part of The Minerva Collection.  A hundred and seventy one pages of femdom for you reading enjoyment.  This one will stay on Kindle Unlimited for a bit, but will ultimately get pulled off so I can distribute it elsewhere.

Get it here.

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Some great pics from Jodilicious.

Originally posted on Jodi's Luscious Book Reviews:

Mistress with a whip

Gagged like a good lil girl

Sexy bondage pose!

Lovely bondage pose

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I’ve been going back through some early works and rewriting them.  The Punishment parts I and II are far and away my best sellers.  It’s funny because those stories popped into my head last year and I kind of knocked them out and sort of forgot about them.  The major complaint I got was that the stories really should have been published together and the writing could use some editing and boy were those complaints correct.  I’ve spent the past couple weeks rewriting those two, fixed grammatical errors, punctuation errors, and a dangling participle or two (not that kind, those still dangle).

So The Punishment I and II are being recompiled into a single collection called The Minerva Collection – named after the female lead in the stories.  Also included is Hallow’s Eve, which a lot of people didn’t seem to realize was a continuation of the first two stories.  I even put together a spiffy new cover.

It should all be ready to go tonight, then I can focus on my Dia de los Muertos story.  I actually started on that one and my tablet crashed when I was about 1000 words into it.

Here’s a thought for a story.  A woman wakes up after a hard night of partying and finds herself locked in a chastity belt and chastity bra.  Fun times, right?  Only problem is she doesn’t know who’s got the keys.  It could be like a detective story.  Make her smart (smart women are incredibly sexy) but her increasing desperation would prove an excellent foil as she struggles to piece together who the key holder is.  As she talks to people from the party she puts together the clues and slowly comes to realize what happened.

Of course, one (or more) of the people she talks to is lying.

I recently pulled almost everything from KDP Select.  For those of you who aren’t authors, this is Amazon’s program that allows readers who have paid for the service to read anything they want, essentially for free, and authors are paid for however many pages people read.  It looks great on paper, but the reality of it was a bit less than enthralling.

I’ve never sold too many books or stories – male erotica authors usually don’t – but that’s all good.  I like to think the people who have bought and read my works enjoyed them and that’s much more important to me.  There are times when it strikes me that someone out there is thinking about my words while masturbating or having sex with someone else.  Frankly, I think that’s pretty fucking cool.  I hope I’ve managed to give someone, somewhere, some new fantasies to think about.

I may wind up putting at least some of the stories back in KDP Select, others I’ll put around various other places.  I might go back to Smashwords for a while, too, and see what shakes loose there.  I’m also in the process of taking a couple stories that were broken into two parts (the Punishment I and II, my two best-sellers) and smashing them together, doing some editing, adding Hallow’s Eve (which was also part of that series: most people don’t know that), and making a Minerva collection.  It’ll be a forced fem, cross-dressing, femdom extravaganza.

Other, more recent stories, like 2.0 and Horngry (I love both of those) never really caught on, which is kind of a pity because they’re actually pretty good stories.

At any rate, I’ll keep my eyes open for comments and hate mail.  If it turns out most people want stories in KDP select, I’ll put ’em back in.  Your wish, as the saying goes, is my command.

-T.

Now, have some hot bondage.

Jane 1 wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever written.  I still like the story, but it wasn’t as cohesive as it could have been and too much of the sex felt forced (not like that).  But, the first story is always meant to introduce the main characters and it gave them a reason to get together, so it’s not like it’s the end of the world.

Besides, the dinner scene is awesome.

Jane 2 is well underway, currently sitting at about 25k words out of around 40k+ expected.  A short novel to be sure, but it’s already shaping up much better than the first.  The new one is giving me a chance to explore the technology and society of the future.  If you assume money, power, and sex will drive the future, you’re largely making a safe assumption.  The whole of human history is based on those three things and I seriously doubt we’ll change much as a species in the next thousand years or so.  The computers will get smaller and faster, things that would seem magical to us now will be commonplace, and some of the same old things will still be there.  People will still use money, people will still have sex, there will be forms of power exchange.

What might happen – and this would really be nice – is society could become more open about what turns it on.  We might get over our fear of bare flesh and the creeping terror that somewhere out there someone is willingly submitting to someone else and having a good time at it.

The tricky part to writing sci-fi is not going overboard with the tech.  There have been huge technological advances over the past hundred years but with the exception of new things like TVs and electric lights, our houses are still pretty much the same.  Blending the magical with the mundane makes for a more realistic experience.

For instance, I’ve got a character in Jane 2 who essentially sells herself into slavery.  Her master has her place gold rings around her neck, waist, wrists, and ankles.  The rings can grow and change like a kind of liquid metal becoming cuffs or chastity belts or whatever is necessary, but he still binds her with rope for a walk around town.  Why?  Because there’s just something about rope that I think means it will always be used in bondage.

I’ve started sketching up the cover.  It needs a lot of work, but it’s coming together.  The background image needs to be a licensed image rather than the comp, the text needs some work, and I swear, editing around that girl’s hair is the stuff of nightmares.

Oh, well.

Jane 2 will be out probably within a month or so.  In the interim, here’s a teaser and the first cut of the cover.

“Musashi’s idea of slavery is interesting, to say the least.  Jolene had fully expected to be bound and placed at the foot of his bed while he slept.  In fact, her pussy throbbed at the idea.  She spent the day tied up and, after getting over the initial shock, decided she loved it.  He led her around town, running errands in various places and with each step the rope tied between her legs rubbed her closer and closer to sweet release.  She fretted about having an orgasm in front of a bunch of strangers, especially with her body so tightly bound, but Musashi’s rope skills were exceptional.  No matter what Jolene did, no matter how much she wanted to, she could not make herself come.

It was the most frustrating day of her life.  She wanted to beg him to at least let her masturbate, but she knew what the answer would be.

He bought her lunch and made her eat with her arms still tightly bound behind her body.  The sheer subservience of the experience was ambrosia to her.  When he wiped her face clean she fell in love with him.  Or, at least, got a serious schoolgirl crush on the headmaster.  She wanted him desperately, wanted to see what was under his kimono and feel it slamming into her, but Musashi was strangely distant.  He bound her, led her around, and seemed to enjoy her body, but he never touched her.

As a result, Jolene spent the day wondering what was up with him.  The feeling only intensified when it was time for bed.  Instead of tightly binding her and placing her at the end of the bed, he leads her to a room with a soft looking futon, “You will sleep here.”

“Where do you sleep, Master?” Jolene asks.

“I sleep alone,” he replies.  “Sleep is a sacred thing and a tired slave is of no use to me.  Rest well.”

She starts to protest but realizes this might not be a bad thing.  Her pussy is throbbing and if she’s alone she can take care of herself.  It won’t be as good as ropes and hard cock, but her fingers know their way around.  Instead of protesting, she says, “Thank you, Master.  Rest well.”

Musashi grunts and nods.  He pulls out his tablet and taps.  The metal band around Jolene’s waist expands, growing between her legs and up between her ass cheeks.  She jumps, wondering what’s going on until she realizes he’s completely cut her off from her own pussy.  He turns to leave and Jolene, desperate and disappointed, asks, “Master, may I ask a question?”

He turns and looks at her.  There’s definitely lust in his eyes.  “Yes, slave,” he says.

“Forgive me if I’m being inappropriate, Master,” Jolene says, “but I was wondering why you haven’t … you know …”

“Know what?” he grunts.

“Well, it just seems like you’ve spent all this time and effort trying to make me horny, but haven’t, um, had sex with me,” she says, blushing and feeling like a child begging for an ice cream cone.

Musashi grunts again.  It seems to be almost a word to him, a word that can mean many things depending on the context.  This was a friendly grunt, the grunt of a teacher being pleased with a pupil but not wanting to vocalize it.  “You are horny?” he asks, the words sounding strange coming from his lips.

“Yes, Master,” Jolene says, hoping he’ll do something about it.

“Good,” he says simply.

Jolene stares at him, wondering if there’s more to come, but Musashi seems reticent to continue.  After a day of being tied up, she can’t figure out what to do with her hands.  They go back and forth between wanting to cover her bare breasts and wanting to go behind her back.

Musashi watches her and grunts again.  This time the grunt holds a bit of disappointment.  “Hands at your side,” he snaps.

She automatically puts her hands at her side and stands up as straight as she can.  He watches her for a long time and she tries to remain as still as possible, but her hands soon start fidgeting again.

He sighs and grunts again.  “Your body is still controlling you, not the other way around.  You must learn discipline.  Once you are in control of your body you may ask your question again.  In the meantime, strive to control yourself.  You will get no satisfaction as long as you are just giving into carnal lusts.”

But carnal lusts are so much fun, Jolene thinks.  Wisely, she doesn’t say it out loud.  “Yes, Master,” she replies.  Her carnal lusts are throbbing between her legs.  Maybe the metal shield – a chastity belt, she thinks – maybe the chastity belt isn’t perfect.  When she’s alone, she’ll do some exploring.

“Further questions?” Musashi asks.

“No, Master,” Jolene replies.

“Excellent.  Sleep well.  I expect you to present yourself in the morning,” he says and leaves. “

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Aeden’s fingers start slowly moving along her thighs and Lisa feels her skin light up.  He gently brushes her with just enough force that she can feel it, like a paintbrush dancing along her bare flesh.  A morning of being fucked and exposed and feeding him donuts and his fingers inside of her has already left her in an excited state.  Her skin is sensitive, so in need of a strong touch but she knows that’s not what’s on the menu.

He traces her sides with his fingertips and she feels the first bit of the old familiar tickle starting.  Lisa instinctively tries to pull away, but he’s got her far too well secured.  She fights the tickling sensation, not ready to give in to his fingers just yet.  Aeden keeps at her, building her up.  He delicately brushes her breasts and nipples before working his way slowly down her stomach.

Her body tenses, fighting against the growing sensations.  Aeden knows all her places, knows her body like the back of his hand, and knows exactly how to push her buttons.  He alternates between delicately brushing her sides and working her pussy and nipples until Lisa can’t tell the difference between the tickling and pulsing, throbbing need between her legs.

There’s a point on each leg, just inside her hips that lights up when he touches it.  She knows it and he knows it.  When he goes down on her he spends a bit of time kissing that point and when his lips hit it Lisa always moans.  Now his fingers circle that spot delicately.  Lisa tenses, knowing what’s coming.

It’s barely a touch, almost a whisper of warm breath on her spot, but when his finger brushes her bare skin at just the right place everything lights up all at once.  A whimper escapes her gagged mouth.  She’s fully turned on and tuned in now and Lisa can tell from the look in Aeden’s eyes that she’s not going anywhere for a while.

Aeden’s hands start tickling her in earnest now, seeking out the best spots and hitting them perfectly.  Lisa laughs and screams and tries to beg him to stop but he keeps going, keeps pushing her.  He still alternates between tickling and massaging.  “I’ll stop tickling you as soon as you come,” he tells her.

Lisa whimpers.  Her body is desperate for an orgasm and desperate for the tickling to stop but he’s not going to make it easy for her.  Every place he touches feels so … intense.  He leans close and sucks a nipple into his mouth and she nearly comes just from the sensation.  When he blows air over the same nipple she wants to cry because it feels so good.

He keeps going back and forth, tickling and massaging, tickling and massaging until Lisa gives up and gives in.  She struggles and squirms and screams under his tickling fingers and desperately tries to fuck his hand when he puts it between her legs.  Her mind tries to escape, tries to run away and shut down but Aeden is an expert at keeping her going.

Just when she thinks she’ll die if it goes on any longer he thrusts two fingers inside of her and orgasm rips through her body,  She tenses, pulling at straps that hold her tight and screaming desperate pleas to a god that’s probably enjoying the show.  Her whole body shakes and quivers and then the orgasm passes and her body turns to Jell-O.

Panting, sweating, and exhausted Lisa lies still.  She quivers when he pulls his fingers out of her pussy and barely has the energy to lick them clean when Aeden sticks them in her mouth.  The world swirls around her and with a final plaintive whimper, Lisa falls asleep.

I was reading the news today, as I am wont to do, and came across a wonderful bit of schadenfreude and a strange bit of a pisser: Josh Duggar is checking himself into rehab.

Now, it’s schadenfreude because, hey, the holy man was caught with his pants down and his dick in God only knows how many women over the years.  Normally people’s affairs are, and should remain, their own issue.  Personally I think if you’re going to screw around on your wife you should consider getting a divorce, but to each their own.  Josh was the poster boy for the conservative Christian movement: a fine, upstanding young man who was struggling to keep his purity in a hostile world.  And while he railing against the sins of the world and collapse of morality he had two accounts on Ashley Madison, at least one extra Facebook account that he was using to woo strippers, and was fucking a lot of women who were not his wife.

So what, right?  It’s not really any concern of mine when yet another fine, upstanding young man gets caught with women who aren’t his wife.  I think he’s a chickenshit liar and a deceitful piece of human refuse, but that just means he’s got a solid groundwork for a career in politics.

What pisses me off about the whole situation is Josh, his weird-ass family, and the media are trying to tie together two things that really don’t have anything to do with each other.  The article I read (you can check it here, if it’s still up when you read this)  stated Josh was:

Viewing pornography and being unfaithful.

Stop for a moment and think about the underlying rhetoric.  I suspect, by the way, the rhetoric is coming from the Duggar family itself.  What they’re doing is equating viewing pornography with being unfaithful to your spouse.  They’re not claiming the two are the same thing, they’re claiming viewing pornography is as bad as being unfaithful to your spouse and, in a ham-fisted kind of way, beginning to set up the eventual excuse and rebirth of Josh Duggar as a fine, upstanding young man.

Mark my words: when Josh gets out of rehab he’ll point the stark finger of blame directly at pornography and claim, in much the same way people claim marijuana is a gateway drug, that pornography pushed him into screwing around on his wife.  Once that happens his journey to true assholedom will be complete: he’ll effectively have pushed the blame away from himself and will be able to go on his merry way without ever having acknowledge that he was still in charge of his dick when it slid into all those willing women.

It wasn’t him.  It was the porn.

He’ll likely also start up a new campaign to censor or end pornography.  Josh will be able to provide first-hand examples of the ills of porn and just how much damage it did to his family.  Now, I don’t have much of a dog in that fight, but it could be argued that writing erotica is almost as bad as porn.  Besides, I don’t like to see things censored just because some folk can’t control themselves.

A corollary to this will be the favorite conservative Christian subtext that the women in porn were really the ones responsible for the whole thing.  After all, if they would cover themselves up then fine, upstanding men like Josh Duggar wouldn’t be tempted into sin.  Because, gee, it was Eve that tempted Adam, wasn’t it?  In their world men simply cannot control their instincts when a woman flashes her sexy ankles and because they can’t control themselves it’s obviously the woman’s fault.  Conveniently, this has also been used as an excuse for rape.

This, by the way, is the same reasoning that lead to burqas.

To all those idiots, I say this: If you can’t look at this picture without wanting to cheat on your wife, you might not be much of a man.

So, there you have it, Josh.  You’re a sad little person and I think it’s best if you turn in your man card.

She’s No Angel is now available.  Actually, it’s been out for a couple days now and it’s selling fairly well.  If you want to be on the cutting edge and be able to keep up with the coffee pot conversation at work, you’d best get a copy sooner rather than later.  At only ¢99 it would be a bargain at twice the price.

I still love the cover, BTW.  If anyone’s interested, leave a comment and I can post the full size cover.  I design with the biggest images I can find and then shrink down for publication.  The full size image is roughly twice the size of this one.

Background image © Speldin | Dreamstime.com – Fashion Angel Photo
Layout © 2015 Troy King

Get a copy here.

Now, onto the rest of the post.  You have gotten a copy of She’s No Angel, right?  If not, go now.  I’ll still be here when you get back.

I billed She’s No Angel as a femdom romance because it’s not a traditional femdom story.  There are no whips, no chains, no licking feet, and no one gets called a dog.  It’s not that there’s anything wrong with any of those things, it just wasn’t what I was interested in.  If you want a bit more male submission check out some of my other stories like One Bad Hand, Becca’s Birthday, or The Cabin.  Those have characters in an established relationship who are playing with dominance and submission.  They’ve got a lot more bondage, male chastity, a guy’s balls get swatted with a riding crop, and so on.  If you want more forced feminization, check out The Punishment, The Punishment Part II, or Hallow’s Eve.  You might also check out Josephine and see what it’s like to get dominated by both a secretary and a ghost.

If you want to see the girls getting tied up (and who doesn’t love the idea of a girl, a gag, and a lot of rope?), Runners, Back To The Club, 2.0, and to an extent, The Adventures of Jane Stalwart can cover that.

She’s No Angel is a different kind of story.  The domination is a bit more subtle.  Sure, the guy winds up tied up (among other things), but her control stems less from whips and ropes and more from her just being herself.  Truthfully, given Molly’s personality, I can kind of see her being in charge even when she’s handcuffed on her knees because she’s getting what she wants.

Pretty much just like that.

In any relationship there’s a certain amount of negotiation that occurs, especially when it comes to sex.  This negotiation isn’t always obvious to either party and becomes even less so when both parties quit pussyfooting (huh, huh.  I said pussy)  around the issues and just come out and say what they want without relying on social strictures to define their desires.

It’s getting more and more common for women at least to admit they have a desire to be tied up.  If nothing else, the world can probably thank 50 Shades of Gray for that one.  I wasn’t blown away by the book, but it did open up the bondage world to a lot of people so they can see it as something more than an eerie world that people feared to tread.  Hopefully the new initiates will take the time to learn a few thing before they delve into the ropes and someone winds up getting seriously hurt.  The last thing we need is for Congress to see what’s going on and decide they need to regulate it.

Note to Congress, there’s nothing wrong with this as long as both parties agree to it and the chocolate is good.

But, back to domination (without Congress critters meddling).

What is less common (at least in literature) is a woman wanting to dominate a man.  I think it happens more often in real life than most people like to admit.  Fiction-wise, it’s becoming more common, but is still less popular.  So, how does a woman dominate a man without gags or ropes or paddles?  Largely by just having the dominant personality and a willingness to tie a guy up with her stockings.

And that, right there, is really all it takes for domination to happen.  Someone who knows what she wants is able to exert a measure of control by simply being who she is.  It doesn’t require leather or latex (even though those things are fun), she doesn’t have to dress the role (but don’t stop on my account), she just has to be herself.  Molly never puts on this

or this

She manages her control with confidence and desire.  She knows what she wants and is completely unapologetic about it.  That kind of confidence is dead sexy.

Yes, ma’am.

Just remember, the power exerted from a tight latex catsuit can be easily negated if there’s no confidence and desire to go along with it and domination doesn’t need ropes and gags (but they are fun).

As I said earlier, it’s becoming more and more common for women to admit they like the ropes, but I think a lot of men still have trouble with it.  That’s just those pesky social strictures fucking with your head.  I say, if your girl wants to tie you up, let her.  If she wants to sit on your face, eat that pussy and enjoy it.  It doesn’t make you less of a man.  Besides, you might find a bit of quid pro quo going on in the future…

Catsuit, check. Dominating? Not so much, but I wouldn’t mind playing with her.