It took a little longer to come than I thought

Must have been practicing tantra or something, but here it is at last, and I couldn't be prouder. :)

Here's the link, and here's the full description. Have fun!

If you have a fetish, chances are that you’ll find it in this book. At least 20 different naughty needs are bound up in these stories, including BDSM, latex, suspension, dark magic, heavy rubber, total enclosure, hypnosis, anonymous trysts, corsets, ballet boots, leather, pony girls, gimp suits, masturbation, collars, chains, and both damsels *and* their knights in shining armor in distress.

In “Solitaire,” the simplest of computer games draws a woman into the deepest levels of heavy rubber slavery.

In “Knights in White Bondage,” a fetish party is interrupted by a young man claiming that the slave of a self-proclaimed enchantress really *is* enslaved, and that he’s come to rescue her.

“Quick and Dirty” is just what it says: a filthy little tale about a tryst in a public bathroom.

In “Spellbound,” a supernatural researcher finds out that fairies are all too real – and all too seductive.

Finally, in “High Strung,” a powerful Queen comes to parley with a sorceress but finds herself in over her head – and over everybody else’s heads as well.

Voicelessness

Behold the lovely Ancilla Tilia, nude, muzzled, and loving every second of it. I discovered in an interview I read that "ancilla" is Latin for "slave," and she really is a lifestyle sub.

Anyway, I chose this picture to share with you today because it represents a subset of my general mind control/enclosure/bondage fetish: enforced muteness. After all, isn't our ability to speak, to express our wants and feelings and opinions, an essential part of what makes us human? Taking away someone's voice, literally or figuratively, is extremely depersonalizing. In real life, it's horrible; but in MC fantasy, it's delicious. A slave has no voice at all in what happens to her or him.

Voicelessness is a theme I explored first in private fantasies; then later in several of my stories, including Spellbound, Solitaire and Willing Subject. Funny how those three just happen to be my personal favorites.

I've also explored the theme in some early photomanips I created for my own private pleasure. I'm sorry to say none of them are good enough to share online; however, I will give you this little tease: Callidus is interviewing me for his blog and has convinced me to share another pic I did which came out rather better than the mouthless ones. I'm not sure when he'll post the interview, but I'll let you know once it's up.

Oh, and one other tease: I hope to start writing "Ethna Redux" today or tomorrow.

A Peek Beneath the Duct Tape with Guest Star Tabico

All right, folks, it's time for the less mysterious of my co-conspirators to weigh on our two collaborations. Take it away, Tabico!

I have the memory of a balsa wood elephant, but there are a few moments from my lengthy engagement in this genre that still stand out. One of them was that first week when Spellbound appeared. It was short, sharp, and awesome, and I knew immediately that a new top-shelf talent had appeared in our midst. I didn't know if she would continue to write - Alphax, another best-of-breed storyteller, has only two short pieces to his credit - but I saw right then at that moment that something had dawned.

So later when thrall suggested a collaboration, I was fully on board. I don't recall now (remember the elephant) what sequence of events led to the suggestion, or even for certain that she brought it up, but I'm fairly sure she did. At that point I had already worked with Iago once, and been ecstatic at what we had produced despite an almost complete lack of any subsequent fanmail. The process as well as the product had been really good, so despite the fact that In Darkness Bound totally bombed at the MC Box office, I was ready to give a collaborative work another go.

I don't recall how spiders came up. I do recall, quite distinctly, that thrall had a mental image she wanted to go with, of a mummified figure with cobwebs over her mouth, the cobwebs moving in and out with her breath. I'm into transformations and monster-women, so the half-human half-spider figures are probably from my imagination.

Arachnae turned out well; not genre-defining, but a good yarn with some punch. Moreover, the process of creating it worked well and was fun. In short, we batted the plot back and forth, each picked different sections to write - and free-edited, meaning that we rewrote each other's work as though it were our own.

It's a tricky recipe, that last part, but as I had with Iago, thrall and I hit just the right balance of respect for one another's work and lack of ego when our own stuff was polished. So it was a good experience.

Later on we did Salvation. I recall even less about that effort, but it was also a fun activity. Somehow we missed the mark a bit there - I secretly (well, not so secretly now, eh?) think that "Salvation" although both good and fun could have been really earth-shaking, and wonder what I or we could have done to make it so. The elements are there - the brilliant concept of the slave being rescued who turns the tables on her rescuers. The hot element of the freed slave, now rescuer, who is lured back into slavery. Somehow, though, we missed some element, some tone, that would have made it more molten.

But I regret nothing.

I've prompted thrall a few times (twice, I think) since then about maybe doing something else together, but the time wasn't right or maybe my suggestions just failed to light a fire. In any case, my genre writing has slowed down a bunch. More recently thought hers has increased, (particularly if you take the blog into account), so perhaps there's hope. I still think that, if we could just get exactly the right ingredients, we could write something that people would be talking about years from now.

How do you title a post that's just a bunch of disconnected ideas?

First, I found the picture at left over Christine Kessler's blog yesterday and knew I just had to post it. Such a lovely submissive expression on Angela Ryan's face.

Then there's this delightful pic of Ulorin Vex and Kumi Monster in clear hoods and white latex that I found at Deviant Art sometime last week and never got around to posting. There's no nudity here, so I assume that even those of you who don't have an account at DA yet should be able to view it.

Thirdly, I owe an apology to any of you who have subscribed to get e-mail notifications when I update my blog, since I've been doing some test posts over the last few days which I delete immediately. If you ever get a notification for a post titled "Test," just ignore it, because it'll be gone by the time you get there, and it probably wasn't worth looking at anyway.

And lastly, just a heads-up. I'm slowly going back through my old EMCSA stories, polishing them a bit more and adding links to the appropriate "Peek Beneath the Duct Tape" entries. I'm going slowly because I don't want to datadump on Simon, long-suffering (not to mention taciturn) fellow that he is. ;-) So far, updated versions of Spellbound, Someday My Prince Will Come, Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy are online. Yesterday I did a very satisfactory polish on "Willing Subject," but that one will have to wait for the next EMCSA update, so don't bother looking for it online until next Sunday. I'm also hoping to add "What Do You Give the Man Who Has Everything" and maybe also "A Tenpack of Trixies" before then. I'll be sure to keep you updated.

There's Something About Somnambulent Brides

Well, I had originally intended to make my next blog entry a very personal one about my coming-out experience, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to be a tease again. Sorry. ;-)

When I found this new pic of Ulorin Vex on Deviant Art, it brought to mind this somewhat older pic of Apnea, also on Deviant Art; and the two of them together got me thinking about an aspect of my fetish that I haven't shared with you yet. I love the idea of taking a traditional "white wedding" and twisting it into a ritual that permanently, formally, irrevocably binds a slave in mental chains.

In fact, I used just such a scene as the climax of What Do You Give the Man Who Has Everything?, and I briefly considered something similar for Mirrored in Your Eyes. Sadly, with "Mirrored," it didn't take me long to realize an ending like that would have been more of a personal indulgence than a legitimate conclusion; so I went in a different direction. I hope you liked it, but if you're wondering what could have been, let me share a decade-old private fantasy with you. You might recognize the two main characters from another of my stories on the EMCSA, but I won't name names since that could spoil the ending for those of you who haven't read it yet.

The first two paragraphs below are a summary of several pages worth of personal fantasy; beyond that, what you're seeing is about 90% verbatim from the original piece, written in my first few months of exploring lesbian MC. The biggest change I've made is in the upper- and lower-casing of pronouns; I didn't know about that convention when I wrote this piece.

The wedding is the highlight of a fetish party filled with all sorts of guests in all sorts of outlandish attire. At the stroke of midnight, my Domme walks proudly down the aisle with me drifting behind her like a balloon on a string. my skin is white, my eyes are white, my veil and corset are white. my only other attire is a silver chastity belt.

my mouth has been sealed with a thin layer of latex which blends perfectly with my skin. Everything together gives the illusion that my Domme has magically transformed me much as Laura was transformed in Spellbound, and i am deeply hypnotized enough to believe that this is indeed the case. i am a mute and mindless no-bot with no say at all in what is about to happen to me.

I kneel at Her side, facing Her, while She turns to address the crowd. "Queerly beloved," She begins amid titters, "you are gathered here today to witness the union of Mistress and thrall in the bond of perfect slavery." She goes on in this vein for some time, the crowd eating up her every word. It’s a good speech; i wrote most of it myself.

When She is finished, the ball-gagged ringbearer knee-walks up to us, bearing a silver-studded white collar on a pillow. My Domme takes it, and the ringbearer scuttles out of sight again.

She unfastens the clasp and turns to face me. "Do you, thrall, promise to love, honor and obey me for as long as I choose to command you? Nod."

i do.

"Do you promise to have no will but My will, no thoughts or memories except those I allow you, no purpose in life but to serve Me? Nod."

Again, i do.

"Do you promise to live, breathe and exist only at My command for as long as I permit you to do so? Nod."

I can do nothing but obey.

my Domme favors me with a regal smile, then shares it with the crowd. "As for me," She tells us all, "I promise to command or ignore you at My pleasure, to remold your mind and body to suit My every whim, to permit you no freedom except that which amuses Me, and to keep you in perfect thralldom for as long as I let you live."

With that, She throws back my veil and fastens the collar around my neck. "Rise, bride and thrall," She commands. "You may kiss your Mistress."

Everything below my nose is a featureless slab, but the latex around my mouth is thin as tissue. Her tongue pierces it easily, then pokes through a squib tucked between my teeth and lips. my jaws crack open and She pushes the squib under my tongue, out of sight. Then She turns me full-on toward the murmuring crowd. my new-formed mouth is a jagged hole smeared with blood.

"The first seal is broken!" my Domme announces, grinning. There’s blood around Her mouth, too. "But there will be many more to come."

The crowd applauds, but She holds up a warning hand. "Of course, the consummation of a wedding should be a private affair. And so I leave you to your merriments - and My bride to Myself. Good night!"

Cheers and confetti follow us out the door.

Sweet dreams, my friends.

Another Peek Beneath the Duct Tape: Spellbound

I think it's about time I talked about my first foray into writing for the EMCSA, Spellbound. When I wrote this one, I was still pretty new at being a lesbian and even newer at the world of online erotica; and though even today I think it's one of my best stories, my inexperience does show through in a few places. Still, that story uncorked nearly three decades' worth of private fantasies, so it's no wonder it packs a punch.

When I sent it in, though, I had absolutely no idea how it would be received. There didn't seem to be any other stories like mine on the EMCSA. I mean, really: fairies as mind controllers? Those flitty little winged creatures who like to perch on flowers? I didn't know if anyone else would see the eroticism in them, or if they'd all find the story a) artsy-fartsy or b) just plain silly. I was extremely pleased and relieved when several people complimented me on the old MC Forum and by e-mail.

The story itself has complicated roots, the earliest being a scene in a 1980's horror movie called The Believers. The movie was about a voodoo-like cult whose members sacrificed their firstborn children for some reason I can't quite remember and were trying to get Martin Sheen to do the same. The cult leader was a spooky-looking young African guy whose eyes turned white when he used his mystical powers (I was turned on by that look even then). Anyway, there was a single MC scene somewhere in the middle of the movie. It's been a long time and I'm probably misremembering it, but this is what I recall. The heroine, played by Helen Shaver, is in the middle of a ring of cult members with the Big Bad Guy in the center. There's music - probably drums - and he starts to dance and do his eye thing while focusing intently on her. Helen begins to blink and sway, falling under his spell (To my shame, I can't remember whether her eyes roll up, too, or whether she just looks dazed). Unfortunately, they get interrupted before we find out what the bad guy had planned for her, but it was a hot scene while it lasted.

Well, that was the earliest root of "Spellbound." Later I fantasized privately about African witch doctors and snakes and things like that. Callidus understands the attraction there.

Then I realized I was gay and re-imagined the MC'er as a woman, and then I began to re-think the method of MC in the fantasy to make it even hotter. I tend to avoid real-life forms of MC like hypnosis in my stories because I don't think the depth of control I enjoy can be achieved without an element of the supernatural or advanced technology. This particular fantasy had always relied on the former, and I have read a few novels through the years where fairies or elves came across as erotic and powerful; so who better to be my domme than Titania, Queen of the Fairies? And how better to picture her than this? (Okay, so that's actually a picture of Luthien from The Silmarillion, but it did inspire me in writing "Spellbound.")

Yes, you've found me out: I'm a secret Tolkien geek. But just look what I've done with the Professor's handiwork!