It never rains but it pours. 

Shortly after I wrote a blog entry complaining that I hadn’t written anything in my femdom series in a while, I sat down at work one morning and knocked out a 7000-word story in that series in under 2.5 hours. 

Holy shit, right? 

Here’s a sample of the story:

Tonight, though, Lizzie seemed really excited to see me when I got home. Well, more so than usual. 

I kissed my wife and then started undressing. “How was your munch?” 

“It was great,” she said. “I met another person who calls her sub a good boy.”

“I wouldn’t think that’s too uncommon.” 

“No, but, like, his Kinkster name is BobbiesGoodBoy.” Mine was LGB43 — Lizzie’s good boy — which is what she called me when I did a good job taking my beatings. “Her name’s Bobbie, and she’s a little younger than me, but we seem to have a lot in common.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. We both got started early with kink, probably earlier than we should have, for starters.” 

“Does she have him wear a collar?” 

Lizzie nodded. By now I was naked and had climbed into bed beside her. She clipped the leash onto my collar and my cock grew erect quickly; she had me trained well. “His is a leather bracelet. She doesn’t do anything to his balls, but she does spank him and peg him.” 

“Oh?” I had to admit to more than a little interest in that. Lizzie was only too happy to finger my ass while she went down on me, and for my part I was even happier to fuck hers with my tongue. She was a little afraid of anal sex in full — even though I was only a little above average, size-wise — though we did have some plugs that she wore from time to time. But I’d never had the courage to ask Lizzie to peg me. 

“Yeah,” she said, tightening my collar by pulling on the leash. I let out a soft moan — it hurt a little, but by this point in our lives it was more comforting than anything else, for her to reconfirm her ownership of me. “I’m not sure he likes it as much as you like this.” She cuddled up against me and took my balls in her hand, giving them a firm squeeze.

“I’m not sure ‘like’ is the right word,” I pointed out. 

Her answer was a [firm] slap that, even after all this time, still almost made my eyes water. “Don’t be silly.” 

I shook my head. 

She slapped me again, and again, and despite the pain all I could think of was how much I loved this woman.

I decided to merge this one gently into the SCU by adding in Bobbie and Cam (the name I gave “Bobbie’s good boy” from the October 28 story in Holiday Heat: October). Although since Bobbie and Cam don’t interact with anyone else in the SCU, you don’t necessarily have to read the entirety of my fictional works to know what’s going on. 

I think these’ll have to go on Smashwords/Draft2Digital because the first story has dubcon in it. That’ll make it harder to do a printed version for sure, and S/D2D files are much harder to typeset. Unless D2D has made a publishing app similar to Kindle Create. 

At some point I’d like to have ten or so of these stories; I’m at 30,000 total words with five of them done, so if I do 10 total I’ll probably have enough for a decent-sized paperback. 

Of course, that means I have to actually keep writing…