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L is for Lust, in the days and the nights.

Lust is tricky, especially when you write the sort of fiction I do. There’s this ever-moving line between “turns someone on” and “creeps someone out,” and the exact same words in the exact same sequence will have on effect on one reader and the other on another.

I mean, just f’rinstance, both Addergoole and Tír na Cali started as fantasy settings, where “fantasy” means “sexual fantasy.” Way back when, when we were roleplaying Cali, a friend of mine called it “put your kink on a character sheet.” Kidnapping, mind control, geisha-like courtesans, emotional control, more kidnapping, violent abuse, hurt-comfort, gender transformations, and furries (and occasionally anime-ridiculous large boobs): you could get a good impression of that circle’s kink from looking at what Tír na Cali’s magic & tech can do.

Addergoole was a branch off of Tír na Cali, made more web-serial-able when I started writing (surprise) the web serial of the same name. A boarding school where people turn into faeries, and also there is magical mind control slavery? Yeah. It was intended to be in the same family as Tales of Mu, a sex-and-kink-heavy magical school.

The sex and kink are definitely still in the story, even if there ended up being a lot more plot and drama. Collars, and dubious-to-straight-out-non-consent, mind control and bondage and ooh la la.

And the thing is, it makes some people very happy and pisses other ones off a lot. Sometimes I run into mental walls, where I didn’t actually mean for someone to be read as a bad guy, but there they are, tricking someone into bondage and slavery. And it’s hard to justify them as the good guy, then.

But it’s still pretty damn hot 🙂

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April A-Z Blogging Challenge: B is for Bondage

Apr3

The Meme Master Post

B is for Bondagage, Nice and tight

Well, we’re diving right into the “Adult Content” warning I had to put on my A-Z link, aren’t we? *Cough*

I can’t remember the first time I encountered fictional bondage, but it was probably a Year’s Best Fantasy & Horror anthology – where I got most of my early erotica.

I remember very clearly when someone first used the term “S&M” around me – I can’t tell you who he was, but he was the friend of friend, on a mall not-quite-double-date. And when I asked what it meant, he said “spaghetti and meatballs.” 😛 😛

I don’t think he expected me to know the words. But at that age – early teens – I was all about the words.

Buying my first handcuffs, discovering newsgroups (alt:binaries:pictures:erotica:bondage!)… it’s all immensely personal, and yet seems entirely natural to me. I’m not sure I can say much more about this in blog format, so… have a microfic.

This is one of the scenes that started Addergoole. It’s set in Tir na Cali, in a school open to American kids with Californian bloodlines.

She’d agreed to be his slave for a week, because he’d said she couldn’t handle it. She wasn’t going to give in now, even if she was beginning to worry that he might be right.

She’d had only the vaguest idea of what that meant. There were slaves in the school, of course – this was California; there were slaves everywhere – but none of them… well.

She shifted from one knee to another as surreptitiously as she could. He ignored her, as far as she could tell; he was probably focusing on his game. They all seemed to be ignoring her. She wasn’t certain, not truly, if she preferred that to being paid attention. She had never been so exposed. Or so helpless.

It was a good thing that their weekly D&D game was in his room; otherwise he might have carried her down the hall like this. As it was – well. She couldn’t walk, that was certain. She could feel the corset pushing into her ribs, pushing her breasts upwards. She could feel the stilleto heels pushing two ridges into her ass. She could feel the way the gag distended her mouth and pushed against the back of her throat, the straps on either side of her nose, the way the buckle pressed against the back of her head. She couldn’t see any of it, not with the thick blindfold covering her eyes. But she could feel it all.

He’d used so much leather. Her arms were laced behind her back in mitts that went straight to her shoulders. Her legs were strapped together in ten places. Even the heels of her shoes were tied to each other – he’d let her watch that one.

She shifted again, trying to get the heel out of her ass. She’d told him she could handle this. She was going to handle it.

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Terms of Surrender, a kinkbingo warm-up for @kissofJudas

Jun27

Content warning: Control, Ownership, punishment. No sex, no penetration. Some nudity.

“You’ve seen what they have to offer.”

He hadn’t been there on Hell Night. He hadn’t been there at the dances. She’d barely seen him, until he was standing right behind her. Slight, beardless, beautiful.

“Would you like to know what I have to offer, instead?”

It should have been harder than that to convince her to accept slavery, but she had knelt for his collar with barely a second thought. Some day, some day far later, she might consider the whys and wherefores of this. Today was not that day.

Tonight, he had laid out for her the terms of her surrender. “Every order I give you tonight, you may choose whether or not to accept. Every word I speak to you tonight, until tomorrow morning, except these: you may not leave this room without permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Choice hadn’t been part of the deal. She wondered what he was up to.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…” So this was how it would be. “Yes, Master.”

“Very good. Kneel.”

He’d given her permission to disobey. What happened if she did? “No, Master.”

“No?”

Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. “No.”

“Last chance.”

“I like standing.”

“Hrrm.” He turned his back on her, opening his closet. “Take your clothes off.”

In for a penny… “No. No, Master.”

“Do you like those clothes, my pet?”

“I’m very fond of them.”

“If you do not take them off yourself, I will remove them, and they will not come off in one piece.” He was holding a long crop and a pair of handcuffs. “Last chance.”

“Yes, Master.” She peeled her clothes off, never taking her eyes off of him. So that was what he meant. She knelt, wondering if it was worth it.

“Ah, but I already told you you’d had your last chance. You look so pretty like that, my pet.”

His orders might not be binding her, but his praise still felt warm, rushing over her fear. “Thank you, Master.”

“Put your hands behind your neck.”

“No, Master.” What was she doing? She frowned, but kept her hands in her lap.

“So you wish to see, is that it?” He was behind her in a heartbeat, muttering Words under his breath and grabbing both her wrists. Then the struggle was on in earnest.

He wasn’t a big man, not really, but he was strong, and she couldn’t kick in this position. In a moment, he had her hands pinned behind her neck, the cuffs slammed on. Tight. Too tight. He hooked the chain between the cuffs to her collar, and pushed her forehead towards her knees.

“I will always give you a choice to obey or not. But there will be consequences for both.” He caressed her back, then cupped her ass with both hands. “Do you understand, my pet?”

“Yes, master.” Her voice was muffled by her knees.

“Very good. Stay down there, pet, and count.”

This time, she obeyed, as the lash landed across her bare back.

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