My Love-Hate Relationship with the Net

“We live in an age of many stimulations.
If you are focused, you are harder to reach.
If you are distracted, you are available.
You are distracted, you are available.” 

As someone who writes about kinky sex, there’s a lot to love about the internet. Moralizing gatekeepers once dictated what was proper to publish and where “dirty”  topics  could be displayed, but they no longer make the reader’s decisions for them. Furthermore, the barriers to entry for self-publication, have nearly evaporated. Right now, anyone with an internet connection can or tap out a scene and, potentially, deliver it to a massive audience in a matter of minutes.

However, as a writer – I’ve come to loathe some aspects of the net.

One reason is those who own and develop the largest and most-popular internet ecosystems are conditioning users to click more and think less.  (more…)

Strange Love

 How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cage

“When I own a boy, he’s kept in chastity,” she said. “My boy – my cock – and I control what’s mine.”

V made this statement after our talks became serious. It got my attention and inspired questions and a conversation about chastity. Her views on chastity and a myriad of other lifestyle-related issues were essential for me to be clear on prior to her actually collaring me. But chastity and V’s motivation for keeping a boy caged on a day-to-day basis was something which took me a while to get my head around. (more…)

A Quick Reminder

We had twenty minutes to make our reservation, and V hates being late. So having just finished a shower, I toweled off, then stepped into the room to get dressed. Having pulled up my boxers and reaching for the slacks, her next words took me off guard.

“I want you naked,” she said, “for a few more minutes…”

I turned with a question on my face to find V seated on the divan, dressed, made-up, and wearing a mischievous grin. She looked beautiful, of course, yet the smile I returned was anxious. Because when V grins, it means she’s thought up something wicked to make me squirm, suffer, or both.

“You just need a quick reminder,” she said. “Something to keep you in the right head space while were out.”

“Ma’am?”

“Come here, sweet boy,” V said, patting her leg to indicate I’d soon be across her lap. “This won’t take long.” (more…)