“And remember folks, if you want to see more great programming like ‘Masterpiece Antiques’ then you need to call in to make a donation to PBS Channel 3. We are twenty thousand dollars away from our goal and every dollar helps! My shift is over so I am going to turn it over to Maria who has a very special local guest.”
“Thanks, Bob! I’m Maria Soto and most of you know me from my show, Good Morning Wickleton! Today I am joined by local business owner and sexual scientist, Dr. Otto Von Madd!”
“Good evening, Maria, I am happy to be here. Public television taught me the alphabet, how to be a good neighbor and introduced me to vastly superior British science fiction. I am glad to be a part of keeping non-commercial television alive.”
“Thank you Dr. Von Madd. I understand that you brought something that you will be giving to our callers? I hope it is something we can show on television!”
“Don’t worry, Maria, I am perfectly capable of dealing with antiquated sexual prudence. Today I brought the latest in phrenal tactile manipulation. Every caller who donates at least a hundred dollars in the next hour will receive this!”
“Excuse me Dr. Von Madd, but that appears to just be a hairbrush.”
“I can assure you Maria that this is no ordinary hairbrush. This is the Brushgasm Mark 3. The bristles have been specially designed to excite and stimulate erogenous zones of your body by manipulation of the nerve endings on a person’s scalp. The handle has been ergonomically designed to fit comfortable in most adult hands. The plastic is made from recycled soda bottle rings and the box it comes has a picture of a cat that is scientifically designed to make you smile.”
“It still looks just like a hairbrush, Doctor.”
“Here, let me brush your hair, then.”
“Okay, but if you mess up my hair, then my makeup lady is going to want a word with you. Oh my God!”
“Here, you might want to sit down for this. As the viewers at home can see, all I am doing is brushing downwards from the top to the ends of the hair.”
“Holy snackcakes! My toes are curling!”
“Do you see now the effect of three years of research and a lot of sore wrists?”
“I’m going to need new panties! These are soaked!”
“Remember, Maria, we are on live television and society’s outdated social standards frowns on that kind of talk.”
“You should probably stop then, wait, what? My producer just told me that we have raised twelve hundred dollars in the last three minutes. He wants you to keep brushing my hair. I’m not sure I can take any more.”
“Sure you can, Maria. A woman your age can take half an hour of the Brushgasm Mark 3 before needed to rehydrate. I should point out that brushing downward in slow even strokes, I am creating an irresistible excitement in Maria’s genitals, correct?”
“Heck yeah!”
“But observe, if I do a quick harsh motion . . .”
“Mary Mother of God!”
“How would you describe that feeling, Maria?”
“Like my woo-woo got slapped by a giant anaconda!”
“Would you call it unpleasant?”
“. . . .No.”
“I do recommend that if you use the harsh strokes on a loved one, that you agree on a safeword before hand.”
“Tell me, Doctor, does the brush have to be used by someone else? I mean, could I get the same effect by brushing my own hair?”
“Of course. Here, try it.”
“Oh God, it WORKS! I am never leaving the bathroom again!”
“We found in some case studies that lovers liked to brush their own hair and watch each other. “
“Wow! My producer just told me that we reached our goal! That must be some sort of a record! We picked up twenty thousand dollars in less than five minutes!”
“I am not surprised. People love public television.”
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
For Sale: My Teacher, My Slave
My Teacher, My Slave is available for sale at Kindle. It tells the heart warming story of a young man who has been trained since birth by his father in the art of BDSM. Nick isn't allowed to play bondage games with women his own age but he figures that his teacher doesn't count. Kids, they are such rascals.This story has spanking, sex, wisdom, angst and a torrid teacher/student romance.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The Next Big Thing Blog Hop
I have been asked by Bird’s Nest Soup to participate in a Blog Hop where I discuss my next book and talk a little about the process. This came at a fortunate time as my buffer of short stories is almost gone and I could use something else to talk about. Also, every time I tell people the subject of my book, they hate it, but once they read it, they love it. Maybe this little behind the scenes will encourage you to give the book a try.
1. What is the working title of your book?
I went with “My Teacher, My Slave” because I am a firm believer in letting people know what is going on by title alone.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
An e-publishing company announced that they wanted to do porn that was reminiscent of the sleazier porn of the 60’s and 70’s but well written. I was intrigued by the idea of taking a trashy premise and elevating it.
For my trashy idea, I didn’t go to sleazy paperbacks. I went to an even sleazier place, the usenet erotica groups where I got my start. Specifically, when I first started reading usenet smut, the most popular subject by far was the domination of teachers by students.
The premise goes like this. A student blackmails a teacher. The teacher does slutty things for the student. The student escalates their demands until the story collapses under the weight of depravity and stupidity. The stories are almost never finished because the writer runs out of awful things to inflict on the teacher.
So, that is my awful inspiration that I hoped to make a good story out of.
3. What genre does your book come under?
I would say Domination/Submission with a touch of young adult angst. This is the story of a young man who has been taught my his father to be a dominant since, well, since way too young. The man is a wunderkind of domination and he is seducing his teacher to be his submissive. He might be a genius of domination but he is also a young man which means he gets a bit melodramatic as young people often do.
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
My brain is incapable of answering this question. I describe my characters in broad strokes. Physically their appearance doesn’t mean as much to me as their character. I also find that when it comes to sex, I rather be as inclusive as possible.
For example, the teacher in this story is busty and wears glasses. For the reader, that could be anyone from Scarlett Johannson to Melissa McCarthy and that is the way I like it.
5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Eighteen year old specially trained dominant male sets his sight on his submissive history teacher.
6. Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher,
or represented by an agency?
The company that inspired me to do this story decided they wanted to do short story collections instead. That freed me up to self-publish it.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
This one pretty much wrote itself and it took less than a week. That is the upside to writing a story in a genre you despise. You know how to fix it and you know exactly what you want.
8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
You know, I kind of try not to write in my own genre. I would say this story is closer to ‘Parker Lewis Can’t Lose’, a little ‘Bourne Identity’ with spanking and sex.
9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My biggest problem with Student-Dominates-Teacher stories is that my real life experiences have taught me that you need a lot of practice and play to really know how to dominate someone. To fix that, I drew on movies like “Hannah” and Doc Savage stories for the concept of the really obsessive father figure who trains their child relentlessly. My parents never had an interest in anything I did so maybe that is what I am so attracted to overbearing parental figures who train their kids instead of letting them be kids.
10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
This is a story told from a rather unique dominant male. I don’t see many stories told from the point of view of dominants and I sure as heck have never read a story about a dominant who practiced spanking his stuffed animals when he was old enough to swing a stick.
Since this is a blog hop I would like to suggest the following two writers.
Daisy Danger who is working on a really great idea of a book so she should tell you about it.
Joe Tortuga writes a little of everything and all of it great.
1. What is the working title of your book?
I went with “My Teacher, My Slave” because I am a firm believer in letting people know what is going on by title alone.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
An e-publishing company announced that they wanted to do porn that was reminiscent of the sleazier porn of the 60’s and 70’s but well written. I was intrigued by the idea of taking a trashy premise and elevating it.
For my trashy idea, I didn’t go to sleazy paperbacks. I went to an even sleazier place, the usenet erotica groups where I got my start. Specifically, when I first started reading usenet smut, the most popular subject by far was the domination of teachers by students.
The premise goes like this. A student blackmails a teacher. The teacher does slutty things for the student. The student escalates their demands until the story collapses under the weight of depravity and stupidity. The stories are almost never finished because the writer runs out of awful things to inflict on the teacher.
So, that is my awful inspiration that I hoped to make a good story out of.
3. What genre does your book come under?
I would say Domination/Submission with a touch of young adult angst. This is the story of a young man who has been taught my his father to be a dominant since, well, since way too young. The man is a wunderkind of domination and he is seducing his teacher to be his submissive. He might be a genius of domination but he is also a young man which means he gets a bit melodramatic as young people often do.
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
My brain is incapable of answering this question. I describe my characters in broad strokes. Physically their appearance doesn’t mean as much to me as their character. I also find that when it comes to sex, I rather be as inclusive as possible.
For example, the teacher in this story is busty and wears glasses. For the reader, that could be anyone from Scarlett Johannson to Melissa McCarthy and that is the way I like it.
5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Eighteen year old specially trained dominant male sets his sight on his submissive history teacher.
6. Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher,
or represented by an agency?
The company that inspired me to do this story decided they wanted to do short story collections instead. That freed me up to self-publish it.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
This one pretty much wrote itself and it took less than a week. That is the upside to writing a story in a genre you despise. You know how to fix it and you know exactly what you want.
8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
You know, I kind of try not to write in my own genre. I would say this story is closer to ‘Parker Lewis Can’t Lose’, a little ‘Bourne Identity’ with spanking and sex.
9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My biggest problem with Student-Dominates-Teacher stories is that my real life experiences have taught me that you need a lot of practice and play to really know how to dominate someone. To fix that, I drew on movies like “Hannah” and Doc Savage stories for the concept of the really obsessive father figure who trains their child relentlessly. My parents never had an interest in anything I did so maybe that is what I am so attracted to overbearing parental figures who train their kids instead of letting them be kids.
10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
This is a story told from a rather unique dominant male. I don’t see many stories told from the point of view of dominants and I sure as heck have never read a story about a dominant who practiced spanking his stuffed animals when he was old enough to swing a stick.
Since this is a blog hop I would like to suggest the following two writers.
Daisy Danger who is working on a really great idea of a book so she should tell you about it.
Joe Tortuga writes a little of everything and all of it great.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Fiction: Toys of the Gods
Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the third planet in the star system designated “Ecstasy of the Queen’s Kiss” by Royal Astronomers. Initial scans reveal quite a few anomalies. One continent shows signs of advanced civilization buried under the debris of a massive war. Another continent is made of nothing but sandy rock quarries filled with non functional robots. The third continent is littered with volcanoes and lakes. I can only conclude that the planet has been heavily terraformed by an unknown species. I will be landing on the third continent to see if I can discover more. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: I am disappointed that this appears to be a dead world. I have a long stretch of space ahead of me before I encounter another star system and I was hoping to get seriously fucked. Maybe I can find some penile shaped rocks for the trip.
Vaquel Di stood at the side of the river. Her skintight green spacesuit clung to every curve and swell of her brown body. A glassteel bubble helmet encased her face that was framed in short pink hair. A look of annoyance was on her face.
“I have never seen a river that turned at a right angle before,” she said out loud.
The whole area around her was like this. Ridges were ten feet higher than the ground below it. A stretch of desert ran along the side of thick grassy plains. Every tree was the same height. The ground itself was so flat that Vaquel suspected that it was perfectly level.
The place was obviously fabricated and fabrication meant owners. That was a problem for Vaquel. She was supposed to be looking for worlds for the Queen to either claim or conquer from weak enemies. This planet had no obvious owners so it was difficult to recommend for conquest. The last thing any Deep Space Explorer wants to do is recommend a planet that was guarded by powerful forces.
Worse, there was not a single thing that Vaquel had discovered that could double as a sex toy. The planet was absurd AND lacking in dildoes.
“This planet sucks!” she yelled out loud.
Two clouds appeared suddenly in front of her. One cloud of gas was blue, while the other cloud was yellow. Vaquel drew her plasma pistol from her holster in an instant.
The Blue Cloud spoke with a voice like thunder. “Greetings, sentient life form! Tell us the truth, would you like lead a small group of famous people drawn from your species’ history in a battle to the death against another group of famous figures?”
“Or perhaps you would prefer a different fight,” the Yellow Cloud thundered. “Maybe you would like a one on one test of brawn, skill and resources with a different sentient life form to be announced?
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Vaquel said. “And who are you?”
The Clouds sighed. Vaquel’s pistol disintegrated in her hand. Vaquel’s hands went to her utility belt but it was gone as well. She was unarmed.
“I so hate when they ask questions,” the Blue Cloud said. “They never just pick one. They always have to ask stupid questions like, where did all these savage animals come from? How did you create all the weapons of my people? And that really annoying question, why do you derive enjoyment from my suffering?”
“Forgive them,” the Yellow Cloud said. “Sentient physical lifeforms are quite stupid and unable to comprehend the vast powers at our command. They couldn’t begin to understand the boredom that near omnipotence brings and how entertaining it is to watch inferior lifeforms compete and die for our amusement.”
“Wait, you kill other life forms for your enjoyment?” Vaquel said. She really hated the idea that her weapons were gone.
“Of course not,” the Blue Cloud said.
“The very idea is insulting!” the Yellow Cloud said.
“We set up situations where the life forms kill each other,” the Blue Cloud said.
“They are very inventive that way,” the Yellow Cloud said.
“And now it is your turn to entertain us,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Yes, and we are very competitive,” the Yellow Cloud said. “So we will get our first winner by you picking which game you prefer to fight your life in.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Vaquel said. “You created this world right? And you can make people and animals? Why don’t you just make your own people to fight each other?”
“Oh my singularity,” the Blue Cloud swore. “She’s talking about the Evolution game. I refuse to play that again. That took forever!”
“Quite right,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We played that game over on the continent with all the radiation and trash. They made that mess. We keep it around as a reminder of how annoying that game was.”
“It is much more fun to lure in space travelers and colonists,” the Blue Cloud said. “They fight us at first and then after we atomize a few, they quickly agree to our terms.”
“And what are your terms?” Vaquel asked.
“Simple,” the Yellow Cloud said. “One of us will chose a side. In the case of a single entity like you, one of us will bet on your surviving and the other will bet against you. If the sentient wins one of our games, they get to leave. If they fail, then they die.”
“Why do they have to die?” Vaquel asked.
“Dying is a great motivator to physical sentients,” the Blue Cloud said. “It really brings out the competitive nature.”
“Which brings us to you,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We have played a lot of games and we have it down to our favorites. Shall you fight one on one against another sentient or will you lead a small army of people drawn from your history against another group of historical figures?”
Vaquel thought about it. She had no doubt as their powers. The Deep Space Exploration program had recorded at least sixteen ‘Omnipotent’ class beings. They tended to be very fickle and very powerful. Of the sixteen encountered, only three explorers had survived their encounters intact. Usually surviving involved cunning, ingenuity and a shit gravity well of luck.
On the other hand, Vaquel was still horny as fuck and she didn’t plan to die without climaxing at least once.
“I understand that death is a great motivator but I think you have ruled out the other great motivation for sentient physical beings,” she said.
The clouds drifted closer. “Tell us more,” they both rumbled.
“Sex is the primary reason for more species’ existence,” Vaquel said. “Instead of a contest of combat or all out war, you could also do a contest of sex.”
“Ridiculous,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Preposterous!” the Yellow Cloud said.
Vaquel shrugged. “You might be right. Physical intimacy is very complicated, tricky and unpredictable. Not everyone understands it. I see now that maybe simple games of fighting might be easier for your minds to comprehend.”
The clouds rumbled. Lightning flashed between them. Vaquel expected to be vaporized at any moment.
“What kind of sexual game do you have in mind?” the Blue Cloud said.
“And how will we play it?” the Yellow Cloud said.
“Well, first you two will have to assume physical forms that are sexually compliant with mine,” Vaquel said.
The Blue Cloud changed in an instant. He became a blue man with a rather impressive blue cock. He was hairless but his impressive musculature made up for it.
The Yellow Cloud changed as well. A woman appeared with yellow skin and generous breasts. She too was hairless but her slender body was curved and buoyant in all the right places.
“This feels odd,” the Blue Man said. “I am inhaling air particles and exhaling them. How disturbing!”
“I agree!” the Yellow Woman said. “I do not approve of gravity. It feels heavy.”
“Explain the game to us!” the Blue Man said. “I want to get this over with before I decay with old age.”
“It’s simple,” Vaquel said. “The three of us will have sex. The strenuous activity will drain our endurance and yet the pleasure derived will sustain us. Whoever can not continue first, will lose.”
“This fleshy bit of me agrees with the game,” the Blue Man said as he pointed to his hard cock.
“My inner wetness also agrees!” the Yellow Woman said.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “Now we just need a soft comfortable surface to have sex on.”
A blue and yellow bed instantly appeared. It was almost as big as Vaquel’s entire space ship.
“Now since I have the most experience with sex, I should initiate it,” Vaquel said. She moved to the bed and pressed a button on her waist. The skintight spacesuit retracted into her boots and gloves and exposed her brown body. She took off her space helmet and set it on the bed. Vaquel laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. She ran a few fingers through the thick bush of her pink pubic hair.
“Blue, slide your fleshy bit here,” Vaquel said.
Blue Man was eager to learn. He walked awkwardly towards her as he tried to master bipedal motion. Once he made it to the bed however, some sort of instinct kicked in. He crawled between her brown thighs. Vaquel took his cock in hand and guided it to her sex.
“Protons and neutrons!” Blue Man cried. “This is very appealing!”
“Yes, it is,” Vaquel said. “Now move.”
She put her hands on his back and her thighs wrapped around his waist. Her feet pressed against his ass. Nature took over and his cock slid and out of her.
“This is very exhilarating!” Blue Man cried.
Yellow Woman climbed onto the bed. “I appear to be winning this game because my opponent is exhausting himself. Yet strangely I feel neglected and jealous.”
“We can fix that,” Vaquel said. “Climb over my face and lower your sex to my mouth.”
“That seems silly,” Yellow Woman said. She kneeled over Vaquel’s face and lowered herself. “I don’t see the point of this at all. Stars and Pulsars!”
Vaquel rapidly licked the Yellow Woman’s sex. It had been too long since she tasted a pussy and she was making up for lost time. Her tongue delved deep inside Yellow Woman’s hairless sex.
“This is exhilarating!” Yellow Woman said. She grinded against Vaquel’s face.
“I know!” Blue Man said as he humped faster.
Vaquel’s hands reached for Blue Man’s face. He grabbed an ear and tugged his head down to Yellow Woman’s breast. She pressed his face until she felt his jaw moving.
“Yes!” Yellow Woman said. “Your mouth is giving me more stimulation! Use your tongue organ! Lick my sensitive milk producing opening!”
Blue Man fucked Vaquel faster. She suspected that he was enjoying more stimulation as well.
Blue Man cried out. A hot flood of seed filled Vaquel’s sex. She moaned in frustration at how quickly he climaxed. Still, it was his first day as a physical being.
Yellow Woman clenched her thighs tighter around Vaquel’s head as she screamed her climax. Vaquel suffocated on pussy and juice for a brief moment before Yellow Woman’s thighs released her.
Vaquel breathed in as Yellow Woman slid off her face. Blue Man slowly pulled out of her on shaky knees.
“I enjoy this game,” Blue Man gasped.
“As do I,” Yellow Woman said. “I see where the exhaustion comes in and yet I do feel a little rejuvenated. My only concern is the game does seem lacking in variations.”
Vaquel laughed. “I got your variations right here.”
She slid a finger into Yellow Woman’s sex. The wet pussy easily took in two and then three of Vaquel’s fingers. Yellow Woman looked down and moaned at the sight of Vaquel’s brown fingers disappearing into her yellow sex.
“I want variation!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. His cock was on the verge of going limp but it quickly regained an erection. Vaquel relaxed her throat and took all of his member into her mouth.
“I approve of this permutation of limbs and genitals!” Yellow Woman cried.
“I feel very favorable towards this insertion into the oral cavity!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel fingered and sucked. It was good to have her choice of sex for a change. Finger fucking a tight pussy was a singular pleasure but so was sucking a thick cock. She almost didn’t mind that her own sex was being neglected.
Almost. Vaquel opened her thighs. She reached out with her free hand and grabbed the first hand she could find. It belonged to Blue Man. That was fine. She guided his fingers to her sex. When he slipped inside her, she moaned with him still in his mouth.
“I appreciate how pleasant the temperature is in here,” Blue Man said. His fingers plunged deeper into Vaquel.
“I want to feel!” Yellow Woman said. Her delicate fingers joined Blue Man’s. The two of them should have been too much for Vaquel but she was just aroused and wet enough to take them. She bucked her hips as the two omnipotent beings learned how to finger fuck.
Yellow Woman climaxed. She cried out and pushed Vaquel’s hand away as she became too sensitive. Yellow Woman kept finger fucking Vaquel though and that was all that mattered.
Vaquel climaxed next. Brown thighs squeezed tight around the blue and yellow hands that stroked her. She choked on Blue Man’s cock as her pleasure forced a scream from her mouth.
“By all the laws of entropy,” Yellow Woman moaned. “This is exhausting.”
“I have plenty of energy left,” Blue Man said. It came out almost as a whine.
Vaquel smiled. “My jaw is sore but my tits are fine.” She rolled onto her back. “Mount me and slid your cock between my tits.”
“What strangeness is this?” Blue Man said. He climbed on top of her. “You don’t have a sexual organ in your breasts. How does this work?”
Vaquel squeezed her tits around his blue cock.
“Oh!” he cried out. “It works! It works!”
Blue Man began to thrust. His cock was slick from Vaquel’s spit and it slid easily between her brown tits. She wrapped her plump tits around his cock as he fucked her. Blue Man moaned like a man possessed.
“I have discovered new energy within myself!” Yellow Woman declared.
“Then lick my cunt like I ate yours,” Vaquel said.
Yellow Woman climbed between Vaquel’s thighs. She dived into Vaquel’s pink pubic hair with a nimble tongue and a willingness to learn. The vast celestial intellect was quick to learn how to lick and nibble but it still took her ten minutes to find Vaquel’s clitoris.
Vaquel helped her by pinning Yellow Woman’s head to her sex. Brown thighs squeezed tightly as just the right spot was licked again and again.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her orgasm exploded throughout her body.
“Cosmic rays!” Blue Man cried as his cock erupted. Thick strands of seed spurted between Vaquel’s breasts.
A stream of seed landed on Vaquel’s face. She took a lick. It was a little sweet but sadly, she did not gain any god like powers like she had hoped.
“I am completely drained,” Blue Man said. He fell onto the bed and stayed there.
“I still have some reserves but my jaw hurts,” Yellow Woman said.
“What?” Vaquel said. “We’re just starting. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
“I demand to be shown the good stuff!” Yellow Woman cried.
“Okay,” Vaquel said. “First, Blue, you’re going to have to roll over onto your back.”
Blue Man did as he was told. His spent cock was going limp until Vaquel took him in hand. A few quick tugs and he was back to full height.
“Now Yellow, climb on top of Blue and slide him into your pussy.”
“Like this?” Yellow Woman said. She mounted Blue Man and lowered her sex. His girth opened her and they both moaned as they joined together.
“Just like that,” Vaquel said. “Now move your hips. No, not like that. Here, I’ll show you.”
Vaquel put her hands on Yellow Woman’s hips. She pushed and guided Yellow Woman through a sensuous rhythm. The omnipotent intellect learned quickly.
“What I do?” Blue Man groaned.
“Well, you can grab her ass. Or you can grab her tits,” Vaquel said. “Experiment and see what she likes.”
Blue Man did both. One hand went to Yellow Woman’s ass and the other to a breast. Yellow Woman moaned and humped faster. He tried rubbing her nipple and that seemed to make her go faster.
“This is the best game yet!” Blue Man cried.
“This is even better than that time we made those colonists fight each other on that rotating pit above the lava!” Yellow Woman cried.
The two beings kept fucking. The Yellow Woman rode the Blue Man. The Blue Man groped the Yellow Woman. The bed squeaked a lot.
After a time, the Yellow Woman said, “This body is starting to get tired.”
“Roll over, I feel rejuvenated,” Blue Man said.
They rolled together, never breaking their connection. The Blue Man was now on top. He continued the fucking as the Yellow Woman held onto him. Now it was her turn to grope him. She found many interesting parts to play with.
After some vigorous fucking, Yellow Woman climaxed.
A few thrusts later, Blue Man climaxed inside her.
They laid together and enjoyed the moment.
“Wait a moment,” Blue Man said. “Where did the sentient go?”
“Her ship is no longer on the planet either!” Yellow Woman said.
“We have been tricked!” Blue Man said.
“We have been cheated!” Yellow Woman said.
Blue Man throbbed inside her. Yellow Woman clenched around him.
“Maybe we don’t need a sentient to play a game,” Blue Man said.
Yellow Woman looked down at him. “Agreed. I want to change genders though. Your appendage is quite interesting.”
“I want to change genders too,” Blue Man said. “I like those fleshy parts on your chest and I want some.”
“Maybe we can improve on this design,” Yellow Woman said. “We can make a body that all the parts we like.”
“This will be an even better game!” Blue Hermaphrodite said.
Explorer’s Personal Log: I am disappointed that this appears to be a dead world. I have a long stretch of space ahead of me before I encounter another star system and I was hoping to get seriously fucked. Maybe I can find some penile shaped rocks for the trip.
Vaquel Di stood at the side of the river. Her skintight green spacesuit clung to every curve and swell of her brown body. A glassteel bubble helmet encased her face that was framed in short pink hair. A look of annoyance was on her face.
“I have never seen a river that turned at a right angle before,” she said out loud.
The whole area around her was like this. Ridges were ten feet higher than the ground below it. A stretch of desert ran along the side of thick grassy plains. Every tree was the same height. The ground itself was so flat that Vaquel suspected that it was perfectly level.
The place was obviously fabricated and fabrication meant owners. That was a problem for Vaquel. She was supposed to be looking for worlds for the Queen to either claim or conquer from weak enemies. This planet had no obvious owners so it was difficult to recommend for conquest. The last thing any Deep Space Explorer wants to do is recommend a planet that was guarded by powerful forces.
Worse, there was not a single thing that Vaquel had discovered that could double as a sex toy. The planet was absurd AND lacking in dildoes.
“This planet sucks!” she yelled out loud.
Two clouds appeared suddenly in front of her. One cloud of gas was blue, while the other cloud was yellow. Vaquel drew her plasma pistol from her holster in an instant.
The Blue Cloud spoke with a voice like thunder. “Greetings, sentient life form! Tell us the truth, would you like lead a small group of famous people drawn from your species’ history in a battle to the death against another group of famous figures?”
“Or perhaps you would prefer a different fight,” the Yellow Cloud thundered. “Maybe you would like a one on one test of brawn, skill and resources with a different sentient life form to be announced?
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Vaquel said. “And who are you?”
The Clouds sighed. Vaquel’s pistol disintegrated in her hand. Vaquel’s hands went to her utility belt but it was gone as well. She was unarmed.
“I so hate when they ask questions,” the Blue Cloud said. “They never just pick one. They always have to ask stupid questions like, where did all these savage animals come from? How did you create all the weapons of my people? And that really annoying question, why do you derive enjoyment from my suffering?”
“Forgive them,” the Yellow Cloud said. “Sentient physical lifeforms are quite stupid and unable to comprehend the vast powers at our command. They couldn’t begin to understand the boredom that near omnipotence brings and how entertaining it is to watch inferior lifeforms compete and die for our amusement.”
“Wait, you kill other life forms for your enjoyment?” Vaquel said. She really hated the idea that her weapons were gone.
“Of course not,” the Blue Cloud said.
“The very idea is insulting!” the Yellow Cloud said.
“We set up situations where the life forms kill each other,” the Blue Cloud said.
“They are very inventive that way,” the Yellow Cloud said.
“And now it is your turn to entertain us,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Yes, and we are very competitive,” the Yellow Cloud said. “So we will get our first winner by you picking which game you prefer to fight your life in.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Vaquel said. “You created this world right? And you can make people and animals? Why don’t you just make your own people to fight each other?”
“Oh my singularity,” the Blue Cloud swore. “She’s talking about the Evolution game. I refuse to play that again. That took forever!”
“Quite right,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We played that game over on the continent with all the radiation and trash. They made that mess. We keep it around as a reminder of how annoying that game was.”
“It is much more fun to lure in space travelers and colonists,” the Blue Cloud said. “They fight us at first and then after we atomize a few, they quickly agree to our terms.”
“And what are your terms?” Vaquel asked.
“Simple,” the Yellow Cloud said. “One of us will chose a side. In the case of a single entity like you, one of us will bet on your surviving and the other will bet against you. If the sentient wins one of our games, they get to leave. If they fail, then they die.”
“Why do they have to die?” Vaquel asked.
“Dying is a great motivator to physical sentients,” the Blue Cloud said. “It really brings out the competitive nature.”
“Which brings us to you,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We have played a lot of games and we have it down to our favorites. Shall you fight one on one against another sentient or will you lead a small army of people drawn from your history against another group of historical figures?”
Vaquel thought about it. She had no doubt as their powers. The Deep Space Exploration program had recorded at least sixteen ‘Omnipotent’ class beings. They tended to be very fickle and very powerful. Of the sixteen encountered, only three explorers had survived their encounters intact. Usually surviving involved cunning, ingenuity and a shit gravity well of luck.
On the other hand, Vaquel was still horny as fuck and she didn’t plan to die without climaxing at least once.
“I understand that death is a great motivator but I think you have ruled out the other great motivation for sentient physical beings,” she said.
The clouds drifted closer. “Tell us more,” they both rumbled.
“Sex is the primary reason for more species’ existence,” Vaquel said. “Instead of a contest of combat or all out war, you could also do a contest of sex.”
“Ridiculous,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Preposterous!” the Yellow Cloud said.
Vaquel shrugged. “You might be right. Physical intimacy is very complicated, tricky and unpredictable. Not everyone understands it. I see now that maybe simple games of fighting might be easier for your minds to comprehend.”
The clouds rumbled. Lightning flashed between them. Vaquel expected to be vaporized at any moment.
“What kind of sexual game do you have in mind?” the Blue Cloud said.
“And how will we play it?” the Yellow Cloud said.
“Well, first you two will have to assume physical forms that are sexually compliant with mine,” Vaquel said.
The Blue Cloud changed in an instant. He became a blue man with a rather impressive blue cock. He was hairless but his impressive musculature made up for it.
The Yellow Cloud changed as well. A woman appeared with yellow skin and generous breasts. She too was hairless but her slender body was curved and buoyant in all the right places.
“This feels odd,” the Blue Man said. “I am inhaling air particles and exhaling them. How disturbing!”
“I agree!” the Yellow Woman said. “I do not approve of gravity. It feels heavy.”
“Explain the game to us!” the Blue Man said. “I want to get this over with before I decay with old age.”
“It’s simple,” Vaquel said. “The three of us will have sex. The strenuous activity will drain our endurance and yet the pleasure derived will sustain us. Whoever can not continue first, will lose.”
“This fleshy bit of me agrees with the game,” the Blue Man said as he pointed to his hard cock.
“My inner wetness also agrees!” the Yellow Woman said.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “Now we just need a soft comfortable surface to have sex on.”
A blue and yellow bed instantly appeared. It was almost as big as Vaquel’s entire space ship.
“Now since I have the most experience with sex, I should initiate it,” Vaquel said. She moved to the bed and pressed a button on her waist. The skintight spacesuit retracted into her boots and gloves and exposed her brown body. She took off her space helmet and set it on the bed. Vaquel laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. She ran a few fingers through the thick bush of her pink pubic hair.
“Blue, slide your fleshy bit here,” Vaquel said.
Blue Man was eager to learn. He walked awkwardly towards her as he tried to master bipedal motion. Once he made it to the bed however, some sort of instinct kicked in. He crawled between her brown thighs. Vaquel took his cock in hand and guided it to her sex.
“Protons and neutrons!” Blue Man cried. “This is very appealing!”
“Yes, it is,” Vaquel said. “Now move.”
She put her hands on his back and her thighs wrapped around his waist. Her feet pressed against his ass. Nature took over and his cock slid and out of her.
“This is very exhilarating!” Blue Man cried.
Yellow Woman climbed onto the bed. “I appear to be winning this game because my opponent is exhausting himself. Yet strangely I feel neglected and jealous.”
“We can fix that,” Vaquel said. “Climb over my face and lower your sex to my mouth.”
“That seems silly,” Yellow Woman said. She kneeled over Vaquel’s face and lowered herself. “I don’t see the point of this at all. Stars and Pulsars!”
Vaquel rapidly licked the Yellow Woman’s sex. It had been too long since she tasted a pussy and she was making up for lost time. Her tongue delved deep inside Yellow Woman’s hairless sex.
“This is exhilarating!” Yellow Woman said. She grinded against Vaquel’s face.
“I know!” Blue Man said as he humped faster.
Vaquel’s hands reached for Blue Man’s face. He grabbed an ear and tugged his head down to Yellow Woman’s breast. She pressed his face until she felt his jaw moving.
“Yes!” Yellow Woman said. “Your mouth is giving me more stimulation! Use your tongue organ! Lick my sensitive milk producing opening!”
Blue Man fucked Vaquel faster. She suspected that he was enjoying more stimulation as well.
Blue Man cried out. A hot flood of seed filled Vaquel’s sex. She moaned in frustration at how quickly he climaxed. Still, it was his first day as a physical being.
Yellow Woman clenched her thighs tighter around Vaquel’s head as she screamed her climax. Vaquel suffocated on pussy and juice for a brief moment before Yellow Woman’s thighs released her.
Vaquel breathed in as Yellow Woman slid off her face. Blue Man slowly pulled out of her on shaky knees.
“I enjoy this game,” Blue Man gasped.
“As do I,” Yellow Woman said. “I see where the exhaustion comes in and yet I do feel a little rejuvenated. My only concern is the game does seem lacking in variations.”
Vaquel laughed. “I got your variations right here.”
She slid a finger into Yellow Woman’s sex. The wet pussy easily took in two and then three of Vaquel’s fingers. Yellow Woman looked down and moaned at the sight of Vaquel’s brown fingers disappearing into her yellow sex.
“I want variation!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. His cock was on the verge of going limp but it quickly regained an erection. Vaquel relaxed her throat and took all of his member into her mouth.
“I approve of this permutation of limbs and genitals!” Yellow Woman cried.
“I feel very favorable towards this insertion into the oral cavity!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel fingered and sucked. It was good to have her choice of sex for a change. Finger fucking a tight pussy was a singular pleasure but so was sucking a thick cock. She almost didn’t mind that her own sex was being neglected.
Almost. Vaquel opened her thighs. She reached out with her free hand and grabbed the first hand she could find. It belonged to Blue Man. That was fine. She guided his fingers to her sex. When he slipped inside her, she moaned with him still in his mouth.
“I appreciate how pleasant the temperature is in here,” Blue Man said. His fingers plunged deeper into Vaquel.
“I want to feel!” Yellow Woman said. Her delicate fingers joined Blue Man’s. The two of them should have been too much for Vaquel but she was just aroused and wet enough to take them. She bucked her hips as the two omnipotent beings learned how to finger fuck.
Yellow Woman climaxed. She cried out and pushed Vaquel’s hand away as she became too sensitive. Yellow Woman kept finger fucking Vaquel though and that was all that mattered.
Vaquel climaxed next. Brown thighs squeezed tight around the blue and yellow hands that stroked her. She choked on Blue Man’s cock as her pleasure forced a scream from her mouth.
“By all the laws of entropy,” Yellow Woman moaned. “This is exhausting.”
“I have plenty of energy left,” Blue Man said. It came out almost as a whine.
Vaquel smiled. “My jaw is sore but my tits are fine.” She rolled onto her back. “Mount me and slid your cock between my tits.”
“What strangeness is this?” Blue Man said. He climbed on top of her. “You don’t have a sexual organ in your breasts. How does this work?”
Vaquel squeezed her tits around his blue cock.
“Oh!” he cried out. “It works! It works!”
Blue Man began to thrust. His cock was slick from Vaquel’s spit and it slid easily between her brown tits. She wrapped her plump tits around his cock as he fucked her. Blue Man moaned like a man possessed.
“I have discovered new energy within myself!” Yellow Woman declared.
“Then lick my cunt like I ate yours,” Vaquel said.
Yellow Woman climbed between Vaquel’s thighs. She dived into Vaquel’s pink pubic hair with a nimble tongue and a willingness to learn. The vast celestial intellect was quick to learn how to lick and nibble but it still took her ten minutes to find Vaquel’s clitoris.
Vaquel helped her by pinning Yellow Woman’s head to her sex. Brown thighs squeezed tightly as just the right spot was licked again and again.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her orgasm exploded throughout her body.
“Cosmic rays!” Blue Man cried as his cock erupted. Thick strands of seed spurted between Vaquel’s breasts.
A stream of seed landed on Vaquel’s face. She took a lick. It was a little sweet but sadly, she did not gain any god like powers like she had hoped.
“I am completely drained,” Blue Man said. He fell onto the bed and stayed there.
“I still have some reserves but my jaw hurts,” Yellow Woman said.
“What?” Vaquel said. “We’re just starting. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
“I demand to be shown the good stuff!” Yellow Woman cried.
“Okay,” Vaquel said. “First, Blue, you’re going to have to roll over onto your back.”
Blue Man did as he was told. His spent cock was going limp until Vaquel took him in hand. A few quick tugs and he was back to full height.
“Now Yellow, climb on top of Blue and slide him into your pussy.”
“Like this?” Yellow Woman said. She mounted Blue Man and lowered her sex. His girth opened her and they both moaned as they joined together.
“Just like that,” Vaquel said. “Now move your hips. No, not like that. Here, I’ll show you.”
Vaquel put her hands on Yellow Woman’s hips. She pushed and guided Yellow Woman through a sensuous rhythm. The omnipotent intellect learned quickly.
“What I do?” Blue Man groaned.
“Well, you can grab her ass. Or you can grab her tits,” Vaquel said. “Experiment and see what she likes.”
Blue Man did both. One hand went to Yellow Woman’s ass and the other to a breast. Yellow Woman moaned and humped faster. He tried rubbing her nipple and that seemed to make her go faster.
“This is the best game yet!” Blue Man cried.
“This is even better than that time we made those colonists fight each other on that rotating pit above the lava!” Yellow Woman cried.
The two beings kept fucking. The Yellow Woman rode the Blue Man. The Blue Man groped the Yellow Woman. The bed squeaked a lot.
After a time, the Yellow Woman said, “This body is starting to get tired.”
“Roll over, I feel rejuvenated,” Blue Man said.
They rolled together, never breaking their connection. The Blue Man was now on top. He continued the fucking as the Yellow Woman held onto him. Now it was her turn to grope him. She found many interesting parts to play with.
After some vigorous fucking, Yellow Woman climaxed.
A few thrusts later, Blue Man climaxed inside her.
They laid together and enjoyed the moment.
“Wait a moment,” Blue Man said. “Where did the sentient go?”
“Her ship is no longer on the planet either!” Yellow Woman said.
“We have been tricked!” Blue Man said.
“We have been cheated!” Yellow Woman said.
Blue Man throbbed inside her. Yellow Woman clenched around him.
“Maybe we don’t need a sentient to play a game,” Blue Man said.
Yellow Woman looked down at him. “Agreed. I want to change genders though. Your appendage is quite interesting.”
“I want to change genders too,” Blue Man said. “I like those fleshy parts on your chest and I want some.”
“Maybe we can improve on this design,” Yellow Woman said. “We can make a body that all the parts we like.”
“This will be an even better game!” Blue Hermaphrodite said.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Buy Deep Space Probe Volume Two
Vaquel is a favorite character of mine because she is always lonely and always horny, which pretty much makes her my spirit animal. Writing these kind of science fiction stores allow me to play with sci-fi tropes, create aliens and capture a little of the wonders of space.
You can buy your copy of Deep Space Probe Volume Two by clicking this link.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Fiction: The Hand that Punishes
My phone rang and the ringtone made my cock throb. I was being summoned once more.
I opened the message and text spills across my screen. The familiar words I know by heart appear. Technology has advanced but the traditions have not.
“The Invisible Collar guides, the Invisible Collar commands. Do you swear to act as the Invisible Collar’s proxy? Do you swear to make the demands of the Invisible Collar into reality? Do you swear . . .”
And so on and so on. My finger makes the screen scroll past endless oaths of service, vows of secrecy and quite a few threatening consequences. The end finally appears and I click the ‘Accept’ link.
A pretty blonde face appears. Her name was Angela. Fuck, they get younger every year. She couldn’t be more than twenty. Was that even legal?
Her infractions were next. There must have been an orgy this weekend. She did not perform as expected. Well, if you can’t take the double penetration, stay the fuck off the bondage swing as I’ve always said.
Her punishments were next. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed as I read them.
Last were an address and a time. It was soon. She would be there.
First I called my boss and let him know I would be late to work. He didn’t mind. He knew I would make the hours up. Sometimes I wondered if he was a member of the Invisible Collar. He was either a great boss or he was in on it.
Next I took a shower and ate breakfast. I also did some stretching exercises because I am not as young as I used to be. It was also good for you. Everyone should stretch more.
After getting dressed, I began my drive over. Traffic was a bear but when wasn’t it? Angela lived downtown at an apartment building for college students. I wondered if she had a roommate.
She did have a roommate. An Asian girl answered the door. She looked at me skeptically. I was too old to live here and too well dressed to be maintenance.
“I am here to see Angela,” I said.
That confused her even more. “Angela, some guy is here to see you.”
Angela came out of the back. She was putting on a coat. “Thanks, Jen. I’ll be going out for awhile.”
“No, we’re not,” I said. “We’ll go to your bedroom.”
Angela’s eyes widened. “Wouldn’t you rather go out?” she said. Her tone implied that I cared about her privacy. It was almost cute.
I leaned closer to her. “The rules are clear. Either we go to your bedroom and conclude our business, or, you will never be contacted by the Invisible Collar again.”
Jen watched us with a baffled look on her face. She didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Good. I wouldn’t have to add breaking the vow of secrecy to Angela’s crimes.
Angela’s face turned into a pout. It was a good pout. I bet it was devastating against boys her own age. All it did to me was make me want to slap her.
“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
God damn, the Invisible Collar is really dropping the ball on teaching new recruits. Oh well, it just meant more work for me.
Angela led me to the back of the apartment. Her bedroom was a mess. She closed the door behind us and locked it.
“Please, please, please, be really quiet,” Angela begged.
I ignored her. I crossed my arms and looked down at her with my sternest expression. Years of practice had given me a pretty good scowl.
“Angela, you have failed the Invisible Collar,” I said. You were given the honor of serving others and you failed. How do you plea?”
Angela looked at me and smiled. Her eyes glazed and she unconsciously stood up straighter. She was turned on. Submissives tended to do that when I did my stern voice.
“How do you plea?” I repeated.
“Okay, I was bad,” Angela said. “But the guy who wanted me to suck his dick looked like my grandfather. It freaked me out and then that one gross lady tried to grab my ass and that was-ACK!"
My hand was on her throat. I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there. My fingers tightened. Tradition had been satisfied. She admitted fault.
“Angela, you have admitted to failing the Invisible Collar. Do you accept your punishment?”
She tried to say something but my fingers were really tight. Close enough.
I reached behind me and pulled the knife from the hidden sheath in my pants. The sheath made it really uncomfortable to sit but it was it worth it for the surprised look on people’s eyes. Kind of like how Angela’s eyes looked now.
Her coat could have been unzipped but she was dumb enough to put it on in the first place. I place the knife edge on her collar and started to cut through the thick fabric.
Angela didn’t move a muscle.
I cut her coat open and placed the knife at the top of her shirt collar. The blade pressed gently against her neck. Angela’s eyes widened even more.
I pulled the blade down. The flimsy shirt parted easily. Once I got halfway, I yanked the knife down in a violent slash. The rest of her shirt flew apart.
Angela tried to scream but my fingers were so tight. I gave her a second to calm down and then my grip loosened.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“Shit indeed,” I said. I looked down at her pink bra. Fuck, her tits were big. I read once that women were getting bigger breasts sooner and sooner because of growth hormones in meat. Some of my friends claim that the Invisible Collar was responsible for that. If that was the case, praise the Invisible Collar for Angela’s lovely pale tits.
I place my knife at the middle of the bra. Angela whimpered.
“Not the bra!” she begged. “It’s a good bra!”
I shook my head. “You shouldn’t have failed then.”
I began to saw at the bra with my knife. Bras are fucking tough, man. You got to be careful. I sawed into the bra with meticulous care.
Angela was on the verge of tears. She knew I wouldn’t cut her. She just really liked that bra.
The knife cut through the bra and the cups spilled open. I pressed the flat of my knife against pale breasts with pink nipples. The bruise of a hickey was still healing from the orgy.
“What happens now?” Angela asked. Her hips unconsciously wiggled. Hmm, knowing her it might not be unconscious at all.
For an answer I released her throat and grabbed her hair. She squealed as I dragged her to her bed. I sat her down on the bed and released her hair. Angela tried to lay back and I had to grab her hair again. She squealed a second time as I dragged her back to a sitting position.
“Are you okay?” Jen yelled from the other side of the door.
I looked down at Angela.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Angela said.
“All right,” Jen said. She didn’t sound convinced. That wasn’t my problem.
I reached down and pulled her cut clothes off her body. Angela was very helpful in that regard. Within seconds she was topless.
Angela looked up at me with a smile on her lips. She was so damn pretty and she knew it. The pretty ones were always the worse. They thought they could be forgiven anything just because people wanted to fuck them. They were slow to learn that the Invisible Collar never forgives.
I sheathed my knife and recited the next step.
“Put your hands on top of your head,” I said. “If you move them, you will be expelled from the Invisible Collar. Your sex will be cast into the wilderness of the vanilla and dull. You will no longer be taught the secrets of pleasure and you will never hear the true stories of your libido. Do you understand the consequences?”
“Yeah, I need to keep my hands on my head,” Angela said.
“That could be worded better, but I will accept it,” I said.
She looked like she was about to say something so I put a stop to that right there. My hand came down fast and hard on her right breast.
SMACK! The sound filled her tiny bedroom.
Her jaw dropped. She half rose from her seated position. To her credit, not a single sound escaped her lips.
SMACK! I struck her other breast with the flat of my hand.
A tiny whimper leaked from her mouth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I struck each breast in turn.
“Angela! Are you okay?” Jen yelled from behind the door.
I looked at Angela. “I’m fine!” she said with clenched teeth.
“Are you sure!” Jen asked. This is why I don’t have a roommate.
“Yes!” Angela yelled back louder.
SMACK! I hit her breast much harder than I had before.
Angela shot me a glare. I waited a second.
“Okay,” Jen said from behind the door.
“Can you do it quieter?” Angela asked me.
“Nope,” I said.
SMACK!
Angela clenched her eyes shut. Her breasts were glowing red from my slaps. She bit her bottom lip but it wasn’t enough.
“Could I have a gag please, sir?” Angela asked.
I stopped in mid slap. I was laughing. “Oh, it’s ‘sir’, now?”
“Please, sir?” Angela asked. She used her devastating pout again. In a moment of pity, I almost said yes. Tradition didn’t suggest a gag but it didn’t forbid it either. It was my choice and she was so damn pretty.
“No,” I said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I punished her tits as hard as I could. I slapped them for her disobedience but I also slapped them for my weakness. I had almost given in to mercy. That was unthinkable for someone with my duties. I was the hand that punished. Others were tasked with forgiveness.
Angela took it. She kept her hands on her head as I delivered slap after slap to her reddening breasts. Her lips were tightly sealed to allow only whimpers and groans. Sometimes she bent over from the pain but a quick yank of her hair straightened her out.
I paused in my slapping. A grabbed a handful of her tender breast and squeezed. She almost screamed, almost.
“Do you swear to never fail the Invisible Collar again?” I asked.
She nodded.
I squeezed her breast harder. “Answer out loud,” I said.
“I promise!” Angela said. “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Tell me how you will perform better,” I said.
“I will suck anyone’s cock that they tell me too!” Angela said.
There was a noise outside the door. It sounded like a gasp. Angela and I looked at each other. We knew. Jen was standing outside the door, listening.
A pink bloom of shame spread across Angela’s face. Her hands almost moved from her head. She looked at me, expecting me to help conceal her secret.
I pinched her nipple. This time she did scream. “What else will you do?” I asked.
“I will let anyone touch me,” Angela said, almost a whisper.
“Louder,” I said. My fingernails bit into her nipple.
“I will let anyone touch me!” she almost screamed. “I’ll also do what I am told and not give any back talk! I will also let them put whatever toy they want into me! I will be grateful for everything that ask of me and make me do!”
I released her nipple. That was better.
“You have earned your punishment,” I said. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out.
A glaze of lust came over Angela’s eyes. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She dived for my cock but my hand yanked her hair.
“Stay,” I said. “Get your tongue wet and stick your tongue out.”
Angela grinned. Her breasts were bright red from my relentless slapping but this was sex. She wanted to play.
She stuck her spit covered tongue out. I wiped my fingers against her tongue and covered my cock with her spit.
I stroked my cock. Angela whimpered and licked her lips. She watched as I jacked my cock. Outside the door, I am sure Jen was listening.
It didn’t take me long. I climaxed and seed shot from my cock. I aimed for her breasts.
My hot seed landed on her sensitive breasts. Angela hissed but she didn’t move her hands. I added my white come to the red hand prints. I emptied everything I had.
“You have served your punishment,” I said. “Do not make me return here again.”
She nodded. I think she learned her lesson.
I hoped that she hadn’t.
I opened the message and text spills across my screen. The familiar words I know by heart appear. Technology has advanced but the traditions have not.
“The Invisible Collar guides, the Invisible Collar commands. Do you swear to act as the Invisible Collar’s proxy? Do you swear to make the demands of the Invisible Collar into reality? Do you swear . . .”
And so on and so on. My finger makes the screen scroll past endless oaths of service, vows of secrecy and quite a few threatening consequences. The end finally appears and I click the ‘Accept’ link.
A pretty blonde face appears. Her name was Angela. Fuck, they get younger every year. She couldn’t be more than twenty. Was that even legal?
Her infractions were next. There must have been an orgy this weekend. She did not perform as expected. Well, if you can’t take the double penetration, stay the fuck off the bondage swing as I’ve always said.
Her punishments were next. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed as I read them.
Last were an address and a time. It was soon. She would be there.
First I called my boss and let him know I would be late to work. He didn’t mind. He knew I would make the hours up. Sometimes I wondered if he was a member of the Invisible Collar. He was either a great boss or he was in on it.
Next I took a shower and ate breakfast. I also did some stretching exercises because I am not as young as I used to be. It was also good for you. Everyone should stretch more.
After getting dressed, I began my drive over. Traffic was a bear but when wasn’t it? Angela lived downtown at an apartment building for college students. I wondered if she had a roommate.
She did have a roommate. An Asian girl answered the door. She looked at me skeptically. I was too old to live here and too well dressed to be maintenance.
“I am here to see Angela,” I said.
That confused her even more. “Angela, some guy is here to see you.”
Angela came out of the back. She was putting on a coat. “Thanks, Jen. I’ll be going out for awhile.”
“No, we’re not,” I said. “We’ll go to your bedroom.”
Angela’s eyes widened. “Wouldn’t you rather go out?” she said. Her tone implied that I cared about her privacy. It was almost cute.
I leaned closer to her. “The rules are clear. Either we go to your bedroom and conclude our business, or, you will never be contacted by the Invisible Collar again.”
Jen watched us with a baffled look on her face. She didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Good. I wouldn’t have to add breaking the vow of secrecy to Angela’s crimes.
Angela’s face turned into a pout. It was a good pout. I bet it was devastating against boys her own age. All it did to me was make me want to slap her.
“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
God damn, the Invisible Collar is really dropping the ball on teaching new recruits. Oh well, it just meant more work for me.
Angela led me to the back of the apartment. Her bedroom was a mess. She closed the door behind us and locked it.
“Please, please, please, be really quiet,” Angela begged.
I ignored her. I crossed my arms and looked down at her with my sternest expression. Years of practice had given me a pretty good scowl.
“Angela, you have failed the Invisible Collar,” I said. You were given the honor of serving others and you failed. How do you plea?”
Angela looked at me and smiled. Her eyes glazed and she unconsciously stood up straighter. She was turned on. Submissives tended to do that when I did my stern voice.
“How do you plea?” I repeated.
“Okay, I was bad,” Angela said. “But the guy who wanted me to suck his dick looked like my grandfather. It freaked me out and then that one gross lady tried to grab my ass and that was-ACK!"
My hand was on her throat. I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there. My fingers tightened. Tradition had been satisfied. She admitted fault.
“Angela, you have admitted to failing the Invisible Collar. Do you accept your punishment?”
She tried to say something but my fingers were really tight. Close enough.
I reached behind me and pulled the knife from the hidden sheath in my pants. The sheath made it really uncomfortable to sit but it was it worth it for the surprised look on people’s eyes. Kind of like how Angela’s eyes looked now.
Her coat could have been unzipped but she was dumb enough to put it on in the first place. I place the knife edge on her collar and started to cut through the thick fabric.
Angela didn’t move a muscle.
I cut her coat open and placed the knife at the top of her shirt collar. The blade pressed gently against her neck. Angela’s eyes widened even more.
I pulled the blade down. The flimsy shirt parted easily. Once I got halfway, I yanked the knife down in a violent slash. The rest of her shirt flew apart.
Angela tried to scream but my fingers were so tight. I gave her a second to calm down and then my grip loosened.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“Shit indeed,” I said. I looked down at her pink bra. Fuck, her tits were big. I read once that women were getting bigger breasts sooner and sooner because of growth hormones in meat. Some of my friends claim that the Invisible Collar was responsible for that. If that was the case, praise the Invisible Collar for Angela’s lovely pale tits.
I place my knife at the middle of the bra. Angela whimpered.
“Not the bra!” she begged. “It’s a good bra!”
I shook my head. “You shouldn’t have failed then.”
I began to saw at the bra with my knife. Bras are fucking tough, man. You got to be careful. I sawed into the bra with meticulous care.
Angela was on the verge of tears. She knew I wouldn’t cut her. She just really liked that bra.
The knife cut through the bra and the cups spilled open. I pressed the flat of my knife against pale breasts with pink nipples. The bruise of a hickey was still healing from the orgy.
“What happens now?” Angela asked. Her hips unconsciously wiggled. Hmm, knowing her it might not be unconscious at all.
For an answer I released her throat and grabbed her hair. She squealed as I dragged her to her bed. I sat her down on the bed and released her hair. Angela tried to lay back and I had to grab her hair again. She squealed a second time as I dragged her back to a sitting position.
“Are you okay?” Jen yelled from the other side of the door.
I looked down at Angela.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Angela said.
“All right,” Jen said. She didn’t sound convinced. That wasn’t my problem.
I reached down and pulled her cut clothes off her body. Angela was very helpful in that regard. Within seconds she was topless.
Angela looked up at me with a smile on her lips. She was so damn pretty and she knew it. The pretty ones were always the worse. They thought they could be forgiven anything just because people wanted to fuck them. They were slow to learn that the Invisible Collar never forgives.
I sheathed my knife and recited the next step.
“Put your hands on top of your head,” I said. “If you move them, you will be expelled from the Invisible Collar. Your sex will be cast into the wilderness of the vanilla and dull. You will no longer be taught the secrets of pleasure and you will never hear the true stories of your libido. Do you understand the consequences?”
“Yeah, I need to keep my hands on my head,” Angela said.
“That could be worded better, but I will accept it,” I said.
She looked like she was about to say something so I put a stop to that right there. My hand came down fast and hard on her right breast.
SMACK! The sound filled her tiny bedroom.
Her jaw dropped. She half rose from her seated position. To her credit, not a single sound escaped her lips.
SMACK! I struck her other breast with the flat of my hand.
A tiny whimper leaked from her mouth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I struck each breast in turn.
“Angela! Are you okay?” Jen yelled from behind the door.
I looked at Angela. “I’m fine!” she said with clenched teeth.
“Are you sure!” Jen asked. This is why I don’t have a roommate.
“Yes!” Angela yelled back louder.
SMACK! I hit her breast much harder than I had before.
Angela shot me a glare. I waited a second.
“Okay,” Jen said from behind the door.
“Can you do it quieter?” Angela asked me.
“Nope,” I said.
SMACK!
Angela clenched her eyes shut. Her breasts were glowing red from my slaps. She bit her bottom lip but it wasn’t enough.
“Could I have a gag please, sir?” Angela asked.
I stopped in mid slap. I was laughing. “Oh, it’s ‘sir’, now?”
“Please, sir?” Angela asked. She used her devastating pout again. In a moment of pity, I almost said yes. Tradition didn’t suggest a gag but it didn’t forbid it either. It was my choice and she was so damn pretty.
“No,” I said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I punished her tits as hard as I could. I slapped them for her disobedience but I also slapped them for my weakness. I had almost given in to mercy. That was unthinkable for someone with my duties. I was the hand that punished. Others were tasked with forgiveness.
Angela took it. She kept her hands on her head as I delivered slap after slap to her reddening breasts. Her lips were tightly sealed to allow only whimpers and groans. Sometimes she bent over from the pain but a quick yank of her hair straightened her out.
I paused in my slapping. A grabbed a handful of her tender breast and squeezed. She almost screamed, almost.
“Do you swear to never fail the Invisible Collar again?” I asked.
She nodded.
I squeezed her breast harder. “Answer out loud,” I said.
“I promise!” Angela said. “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Tell me how you will perform better,” I said.
“I will suck anyone’s cock that they tell me too!” Angela said.
There was a noise outside the door. It sounded like a gasp. Angela and I looked at each other. We knew. Jen was standing outside the door, listening.
A pink bloom of shame spread across Angela’s face. Her hands almost moved from her head. She looked at me, expecting me to help conceal her secret.
I pinched her nipple. This time she did scream. “What else will you do?” I asked.
“I will let anyone touch me,” Angela said, almost a whisper.
“Louder,” I said. My fingernails bit into her nipple.
“I will let anyone touch me!” she almost screamed. “I’ll also do what I am told and not give any back talk! I will also let them put whatever toy they want into me! I will be grateful for everything that ask of me and make me do!”
I released her nipple. That was better.
“You have earned your punishment,” I said. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out.
A glaze of lust came over Angela’s eyes. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She dived for my cock but my hand yanked her hair.
“Stay,” I said. “Get your tongue wet and stick your tongue out.”
Angela grinned. Her breasts were bright red from my relentless slapping but this was sex. She wanted to play.
She stuck her spit covered tongue out. I wiped my fingers against her tongue and covered my cock with her spit.
I stroked my cock. Angela whimpered and licked her lips. She watched as I jacked my cock. Outside the door, I am sure Jen was listening.
It didn’t take me long. I climaxed and seed shot from my cock. I aimed for her breasts.
My hot seed landed on her sensitive breasts. Angela hissed but she didn’t move her hands. I added my white come to the red hand prints. I emptied everything I had.
“You have served your punishment,” I said. “Do not make me return here again.”
She nodded. I think she learned her lesson.
I hoped that she hadn’t.
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