Early in my journey as an erotic novelist specializing in female domination, I set a bold and specific business goal: true success would be when a man physically climaxes as a result of reading my books. It’s a unique marker of achievement, I admit, but one that drives my passion for crafting stories that delve deeply into the psyche of submissive men.

I strive to create content that aligns as precisely as possible with my readers’ psychological triggers. To achieve this, I am constantly engaging with my audience—seeking feedback, understanding what excites them, and discovering the specific words that ignite their climax. While arousal is undoubtedly part of the experience, my ultimate aim is to evoke the pinnacle of physical response: male climax.

As a dominant woman myself, I must confess there is a personal satisfaction in knowing that my words inspire such intense reactions in my readers. However, my primary focus remains providing an unforgettable reading experience tailored to the desires of submissive men.

One of the tools I employ to fine-tune my work is asking readers to share detailed climax reports. These reports provide invaluable insights into which sections of my books were so impactful that they left no choice but to succumb to the moment. Yesterday, I received an exceptional report from one of my readers, and I’m thrilled to share it with you:

Good morning, Ma'am,

Here's my climax report for you this morning, Ma'am. It was a perfect way to begin the year, and reading your words provides such a perfect way to climax.

The sun is rising here and my wife is still asleep, as I get up so much earlier than she does. I'm in the den, kneeling on the floor, my laptop on the couch, a perfect height for me to read while I stroke little boy pee pee. It's rather soft and limp, before I continue reading "The Isabella Collection - Book 2 Department Femdom". I've only been reading a few pages here and there, but wanted to read more this morning.

I'm in the part of the storyline where Isabella takes Tamara on a shopping spree with Maxwell's credit card, which is so arousing for me because I'm a huge fan of Findom, such a mix of humiliation working and saving so others can spend it casually and freely. It turned me on so much as I read: "The realization that she had accessed his funds so freely, without gratitude or acknowledgement, left him in a state of shock." I began stroking faster in reading this, my excitement rising to this scenario, Ma'am. She's spent $37,200 on a luxurious spending spree, for her pleasure, as well as Tamara's, thinking of how they are having so much fun buying these designer clothes, to make them look so hot and stylish and sexy, all free, without even having to show any appreciation.

Now that I'm getting so excited, and then I read that he's in Isabella's apartment - "dressed in Tamara's maid uniform, and confined by the chastity device... holding a broom in his hand," and I really started feeling the tingling in my little wee wee, now starting to enlarge, stroking feeling really, really good now, Ma'am. Oh my God, it feels sooooo good. Love reading how you worded "mind fuck," realizing that it is such a mind fuck, working as a maid, in chastity device, while these entitled, beautiful women, so out of my league, imagining both of them laughing as they're shopping, spending my money, and doing it all so carefree and easily.

And then I read on further, I'm so sensitized to every word, as you then write: "Maxwell, adhering to the 22-item list Isabella had left for him..." oh, how I trembled, loving to see his chores list, Ma'am! And then to see the detail: "17a: sweeping the floor... and then 17b, washing the floor..." Now, I'm really shaking and I have to stroke a bit slower... breaking down the list to that detail, so very arousing to read and imagine him reading the list of chores, one after the next, following this detail. So hot and bothered by this...

Then when Isabella and Tamara arrive at the front door, I'm just about to lose it, feeling the adrenaline in my hardened wee wee start tingling, feeling the sperm boiling and ready to spurt. But I don't want to climax just yet, Ma'am. It's just too good to read, each paragraph so engaging, so exciting and arousing.

These lines are so powerful - "...the epitome of youth and emerging confidence." and Maxwell falling to his knees, "he kissed the ground before her", not even good enough to kiss her shoes, let alone her feet. Kissing the ground she walks upon. She's on such a high divine pedestal. And the words "I am your sucker," repeated several times. I am loving this humiliation, being such a sucker, a loser, a doormat for such beautiful young ladies, the more selfish the better. The more demanding they are the more I just want to serve and slave away and be used, as I stroke now to the brink of eruption, but read on, managing, somehow to hold off on exploding...but then, it all comes to a head, the words finally that I want to hear, the words of a divine dominant goddess, when she says Doggie, so happy to see me?....and I climax, cumming so much in my hand, reading the last line to coincide with my last spurt - Stand up sweetie. Let Tamara see you.

And then I got up, walking over to the trash in the kitchen, cleaning up my mess. There was quite a pool of cum, and some dripped onto the hardwood floors, so more cleaning of my climax. I felt so good, knowing that even though I don't get to experience adult sex, that normal men and women share as mature grownups, I now get to have my climax reported to you, each and every one monitored and shared with you.

Humbled and happy,

<Name omitted for privacy>

As you can see, yet another satisfied reader, and yet another moment of joy for me as an author. If you’ve had a similar experience while reading any of my books, I would love to hear about it. Feel free to email me your own climax report—these reports truly make my day and help me continue crafting stories that resonate so deeply with you.

Prepare to be aroused

Elara Stone