Tuesday, October 25, 2016

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?

Thursday, June 16, 2016

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...

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

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...

Get it now!
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!

Thursday, January 28, 2016

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

GET IT NOW!
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.

Saturday, October 03, 2015

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

Download from Amazon US right now!

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...

Download this sizzling tale of posh girls and permanent male chastity right now from Amazon! [UK] [USA

Thursday, September 24, 2015

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...

Visit my Amazon Author Page and try my books for yourself! (UK version)

Saturday, September 19, 2015

FREE DOWNLOAD of A Chaste Toga Party!

(Episode 1 now available)

Just for this weekend, I'm offering a free download of Enslaved by Posh Totty: A Chaste Toga Party.

If you read this blog, then you'll love this book! What are you waiting for?

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