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Holy crap- I'm on Goodreads!

So somehow, one of my fans was awesome enough to do whatever it takes to link my smashwords ebooks to the reader-gathering site goodreads.com, and the result is, my books are featured on this huge library of other books, for people to rate and comment on!


Whomever did this, thank you so much!  The reviews there have been good, and hopefully it helps more people find the fun, sassy, sexy books they love!

(Now if goodreads only had a "if you liked this book, you'll love THIS book" feature...)

PFD

My Tough-As-Nails Marine Corps Wife

For all my fans waiting for the release of Sex Powers University 2, here's a completely unrelated story set in a totally different universe.  (I'm still working on SPU2, promise, but I had to get this tale out first!)

Enjoy.


My Tough-As-Nails Marine Wife

“Battalion... Dismissed!” With those words from the Colonel on stage, the weight of my one-year overseas deployment lifted from my shoulders. One year of fucking sand getting everywhere, one year of baking heat and crushing boredom punctuated by bouts of intense terror, but most importantly, one year without her. I had spotted my wife the moment we had marched off the cargo plane. She wasn't big, barely five-foot-two, but on the wind-blown tarmac, every breeze made her almost-too-short canary yellow sundress do the most attention-catching things. Even now, as she sat in the front row of folding chairs that made up the patiently waiting crowd, she would cross her bare, tanned legs every few minutes during the Colonel's speech, driving me and all the men on this side of the formation fucking crazy. A few of the other wives saw what Nancy was doing, but let it slide; I guess they figured their men deserved a few peeks up her skirt too, after this long of being deployed.  A roar of cheers met the Colonel's final words, the MP's lowered the velvet rope, and then the crowd was rushing at us. I met Nancy halfway and she leapt into my arms, giving me the kiss I had been waiting a year for. Ahhh, the scent of a woman. The feel of her nude ass cupped in my palms again wasn't so bad either. Nancy wrapped her legs around my waist, putting all of her weight on me. I didn't mind; I had carried rucksacks heavier than her.She giggled as her crotch settled against mine, and her panties pressed against a rock-hard erection under my fatigues. “Oh, you saw my little show, did you?” she said, grinding her hips against mine. “I couldn't miss it.” I kissed her again and her hips didn't stop, still grinding against me in a rhythm she had perfected long ago... “Oh fuck Nancy! Stop or I'm gonna-” “Not here you're not,” she giggled, jumping off my cock just in time. A year apart hadn't dulled those instincts, apparently. I set her down reluctantly. “I've got plans for tonight! Pick up that ruck, Marine!” she said, stamping her heel and pointing at the bag beside her. Some of the men around me chuckled, at their Assistant Section Leader being given orders by this tiny housewife. “Yes ma'am,” I laughed, leaning forward to grab my duffle next to her feet. She was wearing high wedge sandals, which did fucking awesome things to her smooth, high arches. I hadn't seen a woman wearing wedge sandals in forever. They were so civilian, so impractical, so damn... feminine, that I almost dropped to my knees and kissed them right there. Nancy noticed me staring, and stuck out a foot for me, posing her toes.   “I got my nails done yesterday, just for you, babe,” she giggled. “You like the color?” I registered the shade of her toenails for the first time, and my stomach knotted up. “Purple?” I gulped. “Purple,” she confirmed, wiggling her cute toes for me with a grin. “You know what that means.” I did. Oh fuck, I did. She practically dragged me to the parking lot, pulling on my hard bicep with two small, soft hands, and I tossed my ruck into the back of her Jeep. Nancy drove an open-topped Wrangler, canary yellow just like her dress. With no doors and the canvas top rolled down, what the wind did to her little dress at highway speeds was criminal. “Damn it, Nancy, you're killing me!” I cried, not able to stop watching her toned legs working the pedals. The wind kept her hem up more than it kept it down, but only flashed me glimpses of heaven. Cotton panties. I hadn't seen those in a year either...She smiled at me, the wind whipping her curly brown hair around like a movie scene and her dress giving me a better show than any burlesque dancer. “Did you miss me?” she giggled.“Oh god, yes.” She pulled her hem higher so her skirt was almost a belt. “Did you miss these soft, silky legs?” “Fuck, Nancy, you don't even know how!” I reached for her thighs and she slapped my hand away, playfully. “Did you miss my little feet?”My throat tightened. “Yes.” She giggled, then grinned at me with mischief shining in her eyes. “And did you miss my cute little purple-painted toenails?” “No!” I cried, and she just laughed. “Too bad!”  And then she hit the gas. On the highway a low Camero convertible moved to pass us, driven by two cherry Corporals who had never seen a grain of sand in their lives. They hooted and whistled as they pulled even with Nancy, because they were getting to see for free what I had spent a year living in a hut for. Two weeks ago I would have put a .50 cal into their engine block, but when they matched our speed, obviously angling for a better look, Nancy just laughed and waved back, then let go of the hem she had been sort of holding down. The two cherry Corporals cheered as my wife's dress whipped up around her stomach, letting them see her heels, feet, legs, and tiny panties in all their wonderful glory. After fifteen seconds of them losing their minds, Nancy blew them a kiss and pulled off onto our exit, smoothing her hem back down over her thighs as the car slowed. “Gotta support the troops,” she giggled to me. “Nancy-” I started to growl, but her free hand found the steel-hard erection under my pants and gripped it, hard. “Shut it, Marine. This tells me exactly how you felt about that little show,” she said, squeezing my cock in rhythm. In the democracy of our household, Nancy and my cock out voted me on most of the big issues. I swallowed, and she kept her hand squeezing my dick as we drove at lower speeds through the off-base housing. “Oh, that pizza place you liked closed a few months back,” she said, pointing with her chin at a now empty storefront we passed. “And they put a new Market Basket in that strip mall next to the bowling alley, but then took it out after just four months! Crazy, huh?” “Yeah,” I gulped, as her tiny hand kept stroking my cock through my fatigues, from root to tip, tip to root. She even remembered to twist at the top.  I felt my balls tightening and I started to sweat as we turned onto our street, slowing to a speed where the neighbors could actually see what she was doing on top of my pants. “Nancy...”“Did you keep from masturbating for the last two weeks, like I told you to?”“Nancy!” I hissed, as we passed a woman walking her dog on the sidewalk. It was entirely possible the woman had heard.“Tell me, or I'll drive even slower.” “Yes,” I admitted, blushing a little even through my desert tan. “Awww, that must have been tough,” she giggled, still stroking me as she drove. “But I'll make it up to you tonight. Oh, wave to Mrs. Gruber!” she said, giving my cock a hard squeeze as we approached a fortyish woman whose husband was a Captain of the refueling company. “No!” “Hi Mrs. Gruber!” she yelled, honking the horn so the woman had to look. “Look! Mike's back from deployment! Wave Mike!” My face burning red, I did, just so Nancy wouldn't come to a complete stop, and Mrs. Gruber laughed as we drove by, my wife's hand clearly holding my hard cock. “Nancy!” I hissed afterwards. “Relax,” she laughed, finally letting go as we pulled into our garage. “Mrs. Gruber asked after you every month you were gone. She'd think it strange if you didn't have a huge hard-on for your wife the first time you saw her.” She hit the button to close the garage door and giggled at me. “Now, inside, Marine! We've got a lot of catching up to do!”She ran inside, and I chased her. If I could get her wet enough, she wouldn't have to use those damned toenails...  I caught Nancy in the living room, pulling her to me, practically lifting her off the ground as I kissed her, running my hands under her dress again. If I just got her horny enough...“Now hold on, sailor!” she giggled, pushing me away with one small hand. My cock ached, but I did let her go. “Notice anything?”I looked around for about a tenth of a millisecond. “No-”She laughed, pushing with her hand, then pointed at the walls. “I painted!” In the living room, my beautiful, manly dark orange walls in living room had been replaced with bright, light pink. “Like it?” I fucking hated it.  “Yes.” “Good answer!” she giggled. “Oh, I also got the washing machine fixed.” “What?” I said. “I've been chasing that fucking base repairman for five months to come look at it before I left! I even threatened him with a Section 5! How did you do it?” “I just saw him on the sidewalk and ran outside to ask him nicely.” She giggled. “I might have only been wearing a towel at the time.” My dick throbbed again, and I tried to reach her again, and she slipped just out of my reach. Again. She stood just outside of my grasp, playing coy like a girl at the door of her house after a first date. There was a silence hanging in the room, and Nancy broke it. “So... do you want to eat dinner first, or... get right to it?” I wanted to fuck her more than anything on Earth. I wanted to spend a year of lust in one glorious night, to bend her lithe body in ways the Kama Sutra hadn't even thought of, before I exploded deep into her, emptying my aching balls into every hole she had. But purple toenails meant that she had different plans. “Nancy... couldn't we... just do something else tonight?” I hoped. “I have needs too, Marine! And you've been gone a long time.” If those were the choices, I wanted to eat the longest dinner ever. But my cock was bursting to get out. He decided for us again. “Let's get to it,” I said, starting to unbutton my shirt as I walked to the bedroom. “Yay!” she cried, skipping ahead of me, her short skirt flaring like the hot little college cheerleader outfit I had first laid eyes on her in. She still wore that outfit for me sometimes, if I went through a whole week of purple toenails to earn it. She kissed me passionately in the bedroom, unbuckling my pants as I kicked off my boots, and with her help it was a very short trip to buck nudity for me. “Ohhh, very nice,” she purred, running her French manicured fingernails over my six pack abs. French tipped nails, another thing I had missed... “God, Mike, you're so ripped,” she said, continuing her circuit of me. Her hand bounced off my ass. “Hard as a rock! I should send you to deployment more often!” My cock was also hard as a rock, bouncing in front of me, aching. She hadn't touched it skin-to-skin yet, but just seeing her pad around me, barefooted, like a tiny amazon huntress eying her prey, had me dripping. “I lost fifteen pounds the first month,” I gasped, dying not to throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. “All we had to eat were field rations. And it was 110 in the shade.” “Ohhh, that does sound tough,” she giggled, then squeezed my ass. “I started taking Pilates at the gym last month. I think I've lost two pounds already!” She finished her circuit to stand a yard in front of me, a tiny, perfect specimen of the female form, anticipation shining in her eyes. Barefoot on the carpet, her head barely came up to my chin. “I love you Mike. I love you so much it hurts.” I swallowed. “I love you too, Nancy.” And then her cute, feminine, size-two foot kicked me in the balls.“OH FUCK!” I cried, doubling over. I didn't fall to the floor, but it was close. “God Nancy,” I spat, hands on my knees. “That was... too hard!” “You're kidding,” she giggled, helping me stand up. “That was barely anything.” I took some deep breaths, the feeling like I was going to puke slowly fading. I shook my head. “No, that was too hard!” In response, she kicked me again, her purple-painted toenails making solid contact with the underside of my balls. “FUCK!”This time I did fall to my knees, holding my nuts in pain. Before me on the carpet, all I could see was my wife's small feet, right in my face. “Oh stop being such a baby!” she laughed, when I didn't get up right away. “You used to take ten kicks that hard before you left! As a warm-up! You're just out of practice.” I shook my head, breathing deep. My drill instructor had once run us so hard that we had puked. This felt worse. “No! Nancy... it's... it's too hard!”“Oh my goodness, when did you become such a wimp?” She tried to pull me to my feet, and I let her. She touched my cheek. “Come on, be brave for me.” Nancy kissed me, having to stand tiptoe on her purple toes to do so. “It'll get better, I promise.” I exhaled. “Okay.” She french kissed me again, and the moment her tongue left my mouth, her knee rocketed up into my crotch. I collapsed onto the ground, and this time I didn't let her pull me up. “Oh, Mike, stop being a drama queen!” She tried to pull me up alone, but I outweighed her by two and a half times; it was like a motorcycle trying to pull an SUV up a cliff. “On your feet, Marine!” I lay on the carpet, trying not to throw up.“Okay, fine!” she sighed. “Do you want to take a break? Even though we just got started?”“Yes,” I gasped. “Please!” Nancy sighed and went to her knees too, setting me on my butt and pushing my back against the side of the bed. As I held my soft cock and throbbing balls, she stretched my legs out to form a V on the carpet. She sat in the middle of the V, her legs pointed towards my crotch. “You've been away doing tough Marine things for a whole year, and these little feet broke you with just two little kicks?” she giggled, poking my hard six pack with her toes, as I blushed. When I didn't answer, she barked, “Earn your break, Marine! Kiss the feet that beat you, or it's kicking time again!” That was an easy deal to take. I raised her ankle to my mouth and planted kisses on the balls of her foot, the soles, even her heel. Her skin was so soft, so feminine. That, and the view I got down her legs and up her skirt had my half-hard cock starting to fill again. “I used moisturizer on my feet every day while you were gone. To keep them soft and sexy for you,” she giggled, turning her ankle so I could kiss all sides of her. “Did it work, my little foot connoisseur?”I nodded, blushing as she lowered one foot and presented the un-kissed one to my face. I started kissing that one without prompting. She laughed. “How many other men from your battalion are kissing their wives' feet right now, do you think?” “None,” I grunted, blushing even more. “I think about half. You big, strong, alpha Marines are always such sub-puppies in the bedroom,” she giggled. Nancy lowered her foot from my face to place both around my cock, rubbing and stroking my hardening dick between her soft insole and her purple-painted toes. I gasped as she had me racing me toward rock hardness with her casual foot-job. “See?” she laughed. Oh fuck- when had her toes gotten so skilled? I moaned, enjoying the feelings, but when I started to leak from my tip, Nancy used the toes of one foot to hold my hard cock upright, then rubbed my slickness onto the sole of the other, before bringing that up to my lips, giggling at the face I made. “Lick, Marine. Or your break's over!” During the year away, our supply lines had been cut once and we had cooked some insects to eat. I still hesitated. “Oh my god, it's just pre-cum! Jeez!” she laughed, mashing her foot into my lips so I had to taste it. “You ARE out of practice! Twelve months ago you used to lick big loads of your hot, white, REAL cum off of my feet with a smile on your face!”“No I didn't!” I said, finally cleaning the last of my pre-cum from her foot with my tongue. In response, she simply raised her other foot to my mouth, with twice the slickness on it as the one I had just cleaned. “Well, maybe not with a smile,” she giggled, as I made a face and started liking my own tangy juices off her sole again. “But you wouldn't be such a bitch about it. Twelve months away and my rough tough Marine turns into a little boy! Let's get you a realwelcome home meal.” She used both feet on me then, stroking me between her soft soles to the edge multiple times, and when she raised her foot to my mouth again, her toes were dripping. “Now lick. Or it's kicking time again!” Nancy giggled as I did, with obvious discomfort. “Like I said. Little sub-puppies, all of you.” Then she looked down at my aching, needy cock and smiled. “Looks like someone's ready to get his nuts busted again.”“Nancy, no! No more tonight,” I begged, covering myself. “Especially with these blue balls!” “Blue balls are the most fun to bust,” she laughed, leaning back on her hands as she used her legs and toes to playfully move my hands away. “Blue balls are always so big and sensitive,” she said, rolling my full nuts around between her cute toes, “they're practically asking for it!” She saw the look on my face and asked, “Awww, is it really that bad?”“Yeah, it's bad! I'm not used to it! Please, no more kicks!”She looked at me, trying to decide something. “No more full kicks,” she agreed. “How about rabbit kicks? Just little quick ones? They're not so bad, right?” “Nance, I don't know...” “Just little rabbit kicks,” she giggled, demonstrating in the air for me. She laid on her back and kicked just from her knees to her feet, like a quick, fluttery, doggy paddle. “Just a few rabbit kicks and then I'll suck on you to make it better, okay?”From this angle I could see up her skirt to between her asscheeks.  Her tiny panties didn't cover her cute brown hole from winking at me.  She usually let me stick it in there, once the purple toenail phase had passed.   I took some deep breaths, then nodded. “Okay.” She jumped forward to give me a hot kiss, pulling on my lower lip in that sexy way she did. “Oh, baby, I love you so much! Thank you for being my big tough guy!” She giggled into my ear. “You know you're getting me so wet right now, right?” I nodded again. I did know that, very well. She leaned back on the carpet again, her skirt flipped up and her feet in the air, poised to kick. She looked better than any centerfold I had ever jacked off to. “Ready?” “Hold on a se-”She started kicking me before I was ready. She loved doing that. Her toes batted against my balls in rapid succession like she was trying to play a drum solo on them. “Ahhhh--fuuuucc- NANCY!” I cried, curling into a ball on the floor, her later rabbit kicks landing harmlessly on the outside of my leg. They didn't feel so hard when she kicked there. “Oh my god you're being such a BABY!” She stood up and stamped her foot. “Didn't they teach you how to stay STILL over there?!”When a sniper had ambushed our patrol, I once had to lay behind a small boulder for five hours in the hot sun without moving, or risk having my head shot off. “Sort of?” “Well I can fix that. I have tools for this now,” she said, stomping off behind the bed. I heard the sound of ropes, then pulleys, and then she was putting something around my wrist. She yanked a smaller rope and the large one around my wrist pulled back with incredible force. “Ahhh! Nancy!” I cried, pulling against the unyielding cuff. “How the hell did you do this?” “I had the cute Ensign who lives down the street rig it for me,” she giggled, tying up my other arm the same way. “You know, the studly one who's always washing his car with his shirt off? He says it's super secure. You know Navy guys, they're all good with knots and stuff.” She brought out two more cuffs, but instead of putting them on my ankles, she put them on my knees. With two more pulls, I was trapped. I was still sitting with my butt on the carpet, but arms couldn't move forward an inch, and my legs were held wide and apart, my knees level with my head. My nuts were a perfect target, hanging between my spread thighs. Nancy had never lifted a hammer in her life, and now she had me tied down more securely than we lashed deck crates during rolling seas. “There,” she said, dusting her hands off and leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. “Now you can be the man I married again.” And then she laughed and kicked me in the balls. She only told me about her fetish after we had gotten engaged. After the wedding invitations had gone out, after I had told all my family and friends that this was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. After she had given me six months of the best sex of my life, and had me looking forward to thirty years more. She had taken me to the beach, wearing a nearly indecent purple string bikini to soften the blow, so to speak, then let me rub lotion over all the skin the bikini didn't cover.  And even on some of the spots it did, in strategic bursts when no one was walking by. She let me rub her young, hot body until I couldn't help but sport thick wood in my swim trunks, even on the semi-crowded beach where others would notice. And then she told me. That she loved doing a certain thing to men, something that normal men didn't like having done to them. But she loved it. Loved it as much as men loved getting blowjobs. The thrill, the rush, the raw power of the act. She knew how hard to hit to keep from doing permanent damage, she promised me; she had practiced a lot on previous boyfriends. Previous boyfriends who had left her because they were pussies, she had said. Weak men, not able to take a little discomfort to keep a woman like her. She needed a real man, she had said. A warrior, a nigh-modern day Spartan, to be strong enough for her when she got into one of those moods. If I could be that man, the rest of the time she would use every part of her slamming body- every part- to make me the happiest man in the world, she promised. We got married a month later. I could see up her dress from where I now sat, tied down wrist and knee. The crotch of her panties were soaking wet, her nectar starting to run down her tight, tanned thighs. “I've missed you honey,” she said. “I've missed you a lot.” She gave me a kick in the nuts that would have made Pele proud. I shook but could barely move, a fly trapped in her web. “I love you Mike, you're my warrior. I'm so proud of you every day.” She kicked my balls again, giggling as she did a big wind up, raising up on the purple-painted toes of her left foot to bury the toes of her right into my defenseless balls. Purple string bikini, so purple-painted toes. We had chosen that as her way of letting me know when she needed some ball-busting time. It was a discreet enough signal for public places, and she loved meeting me at the bar with my friends and watching me almost spill my beer when I finally looked down at her open heels and noticed the changed color of her toes that day. She still wore that indecent purple bikini sometimes, once when we had gone to the beach with some guys from my unit, much to their delight. The only female in the group that day, Nancy had played it for all it was worth, flirting and playful with everyone, causing more than a few uncontrolled erections in that public place with no way for relief, then calling out any man who got hard from her 'innocent' actions to be laughed at. But the purple toenails were our signal now, and before my deployment, I saw them about once or twice a month. I had forgotten what hell it was. “AAARRRH! Nancy! No more!” I begged as her foot smashed into my nuts again. “Stop!” “Why should I stop?” she giggled, patting my hard cock with her instep. “You're tied up tighter than a Christmas hog. And besides, it looks like you've missed this too!” She reared back for another hard kick and I squealed like a girl, begging for mercy as she kicked again, but I felt no pain.   “Got you!” she laughed, pulling her foot away at the last second. She feinted at my nuts again, I flinched again, and she laughed, waggling her tiny foot half a yard from me. “Oh? What am I going to do? What am I going to do, Mike?” she laughed, then rabbit kicked me again, as I howled in pain. She laughed and slid her instep up and down my half-hard cock as she rubbed my face with her hand. “Shush, shush, shush, it's okay, Mike. Just take a deep breath. In and out. We'll keep going in a second.” My legs were quivering. If the ropes hadn't been there, I would have collapsed. I was sweating, panting, my stomach turning. I was nearing my edge. My wife hadn't mussed her hair yet. “NANCY! It's too much! Stop!”She laughed, lining up her instep with my balls like a golfer lining up a putt. “Real stop or fake stop? You know how mad I get if you use fake stop, Mike.”“Real stop! Real stop!” I cried. Getting my unit brand hadn't hurt this much! At least Marines knew to inflict pain somewhere besides a man's balls. “Real stop!”She put her foot down and knelt between my legs. “I'm sorry baby, I didn't know. You really did get weak during your deployment, didn't you?”Tears rolling down my face, I nodded.“Here, just relax. Mama will make it feel better.” My dick had gone to half-mast under her most recent assault, but when she went to her elbows before me, her mouth had it roaring back to life in seconds. Oh fuck. It had been a year since that hot, wet tunnel had sucked on my cock, demanding a load be shot down her throat. She had sucked me off three times the night before my deployment, insisting on the last one even though I hadn't thought I could get it up again. She could perform magic tricks with her mouth; I never asked her where she had learned. “Mmmm, my big stud, such a thick cock, such beautiful, full balls,” she panted, in between bouts of her wet mouth taking all of me. “You're so brave and tough- you can take anything can't you? Absolutely anything?” “Not more kicking!”“Yes you can,” she giggled, her tongue doing amazing swirls that had me straining against the ropes. “You can take anything, you big stud. I'm just a girl, and you're a big, tough man,” she giggled, deep-throating me between sentences and making me see God. “You can take a few more kicks for me, can't you? Just a few more kicks?” They say no man can resist torture, not forever. But they might get a lot more volunteers to try, if all interrogations were like this. “Nancy...” My balls were ten-pound weights in my aching nutsack- it had been two weeks, looking forward to this day- I had never wanted to shoot more in my life! I swallowed. “I... I don't think so. I've got to cum now, I think.” “Ten more kicks or you're not cumming at all this week,” she giggled, still sucking me vigorously. “WHAT?!” I cried. “You can't be serious! Ahh-AHHH-” Her mouth popped off my twitching cock a second before I would have shot off. “I am. I've waited a year to bust your balls again. You can wait one little week more to shoot your load if you don't play along. Maybe two!”I strained and fought, trying to get even an inch of slack, and Nancy giggled, watching my ineffective struggles. “I've got to thank that Navy Ensign! He does know his knots.”“Let me out!”She giggled, flexing and stretching her leg, getting ready for more kicks. “I could have busted his nuts, you know. After I told him what I wanted the ropes for, he was SO eager to help me test them out. His cock was longer and thicker than yours, but it was just as hard and drippy, when I had him tied him up naked like you are.” That got me to stop fighting the ropes. They say this happened to half the boys on deployment, even those with happy marriages. I didn't want to hear it. But I had to know. “Nancy! You didn't!” “I didn't ask him to, no. Honest, Mike, I had barely turned around after he finished installing the ropes, and he had stripped himself nude and got into the cuffs all by himself, begging me to tie up the last one!” She giggled, shaking her head. “Little sub puppies, all of you.” My throat went dry. “What did you do?!”“I secured the last cuff,” she giggled. “I had to know if it would hold you, after all.” “And then?!”“You want to know if I sucked his cock? He was begging me to.”I pulled on the damned ropes again, making the studs in my wall creak. I was going to kick that fucking Ensign's teeth in! “Yes!” “I didn't,” she said. “Even though it was a very pretty cock. Great for sucking,” she giggled, running her big toe up the side of my twitching hard on. “Do you want to know if I touched his cock?” “Did you?!”“No, I just let him sit there with his boner,” she laughed, and I finally exhaled in relief. “Do you want to know if I busted his nuts?”I swallowed. “Yes.” She laughed, leaving me waiting in agony for a few more seconds, then shook her head. “Nope. I just took a picture of him like that and said I'd send it to his CO if he ever propositioned me like that again, then let him out.” She giggled. “He didn't even charge me for the ropes.” Maybe I wouldn't have to kill the bastard. “Because I made a promise,” she giggled. “That I'm only going to suck your cock, touch your cock, bust your nuts, from now, until the end of time.” She bent to kiss my forehead, letting me see down her dress at her round, pert tits. Then the top of her toes lightly tapped my balls. “But that means you have to letme,” she giggled. “Ready?”I groaned. Now stronger things than mere ropes held me down. “Nancy... I don't know if I can take it...” She stepped back to the length of her leg again. “I do. I married a warrior, Mike! The toughest man in the world. And he can take anything." She reared back and kicked my nuts hard, lifting off the ground as she connected.“He won't cry, because he's a fucking Stud whose cock I'm going to ride all night long!” Another kick as I howled.“He's going to cum so hard tonight that they'll fucking hear him in Pendleton and think it's an air raid siren!” I was blubbering, soft, and Nancy dropped to her knees instantly to start sucking me. “I've missed this, I've missed it so much,” Nancy purred, rubbing her smooth face against my cock and balls like a nuzzling cat. She kissed my blue balls and cock like every man dreams of their wife doing. “You're so good to me, Mike! So brave! I love you!” She sucked me hard again, then punched my nuts with her small fists as I shook and begged her to stop. She sucked me hard again, then slapped by balls with her open palm, teasing me as I started crying like a little girl. She sucked me hard again, then kicked me with her soft, feminine feet and cute, purple-painted toenails again. Long after I was sobbing, unable to form words, she did finally stop, panting and using my shoulders to lean on. “Oh my god, Mike, I am so wet right now,” she panted, pulling aside her soaked panties to show me. “I'm so ready for you! Do you still want me to ride your cock all night long?”That only made me sob harder. “Oh, honey, it's okay, it's okay,” she said, wiping my tears away. “Look," she laughed, "I even broke a nail when I was punching your nuts! I guess I'm out of practice too."  She smoothed my hair.  “And I didn't even bust you half as hard as I had planned, so it's really not fair to reward you for that.” She kissed my forehead. “We'll try again tomorrow.” Nancy undid my restraints and picked my limp body up into bed, even though she shouldn't have been able to. She sucked my painful cock to the edge of orgasm three more times, making me swallow all my pre-cum, even though I had told her I never wanted to do that again. She pulled out her magic Hitachi and buzzed herself to three earth-shaking orgasms while I didn't have the strength to give her or myself even one. And as she fell asleep, rubbing my tender balls as I sniffled, she promised to make me into the man I had been before, no matter how long she had to deny my orgasms, no matter how much I fought her, no matter how long she had to keep her purple-painted toenails on. And I believed her. Because my wife is so much tougher than I could ever be.
*** THE END ***

Writing Better Femdom Fiction- 8 (finale)

Lesson 8: The best stories end with a hint of more to come.
This lesson is pretty obvious and it's great weather out, so I'll keep it short.
Femdom stories are monster movies. The monster has to be dealt with at the end, but no one in the audience wants to see it killed. The monster is what they came to see. It's on the movie poster.
So your main character makes the Big Choice in the Finale (where else?) and solves the situation.
For now.
Then, after your climax (literally and figuratively), have a small, low-key, catching-your-breath scene. The characters are recovering. They are planning for the future. And the future involves... more of the same teasing that this story covered!
It can't be exactly the same, but it can't be totally different as well (remember lesson 6: Stay on Target). It should be the same tag, but in a different setting.
Jason's going to New York.
One of the aliens has survived.
Godzilla is dead... but she had a baby!
You don't have to go deep into description, you never even have to write that sequel. Just hintat more to come. Leave the door open. Give a hint. And your audience will be happy.
SPOILERS FOR MANY PF DEE BOOKS FOLLOW.
At the end of Kylie's story- she's fully okay using all of her Powers on her family. (Quite an arc from the beginning scene.)
At the end of Dude Ranch- Dexter's girlfriend is going to keep him CFNM, outside of the ranch!
At the end of The Drake Cheerleader Incident- well, I fucked that one up. No hint of more.
At the end of Summer Break- the cousins are back for Christmas! (Same tag, different setting.)
And at the end of Sex Powers University 1, that little scene with the three students and the headmistress, (after the climax), Troy agrees to come back for a second term. (Solidifying the big choice). We don't know WHAT'S going to happen to him next time around, but the fact that it involves 'Futanari' and that Troy doesn't know what those are, gives us a good sense of the adventures to come!
SPOILERS END

So that's it- always leave them wanting more.  It puts a little lift at the end of the tale, a little energy and anticipation to leave the audience in a hopeful state.  

Alright students, if any of you make it this far, no assignment this time.  You've gone through eight lessons, and now you're on your own. Now you've got 4 weeks to write your own short story (usually 3,000-10,000 words, but you can go more or less) using all these principles. Feel free to bounce ideas off me in the comments.  Or we can trade anonymous emails and I'll edit the best I am able.  
Afterwards, post the stories on orgasmdenial.com, and if any of them hit all my principles well, I'll ask you if I can post it here or link to your site.


I'm going back to writing Sex Powers University 2 now, so I don't know if I'll run this class again for another set of students. 

If there is a lot of buzz in the comments and readers ask for more, I may write another set of classes: "Everything I learned about how to self publish erotic fiction on Smashwords.com".  That will teach folks how to format for ebook standards, create sexy covers with little effort, and publish their work so everyone can read them for profit!

Have fun, and I really do hope this helped.  I can't wait to read your stories. 

P. F. Dee.

Writing Better Femdom Fiction- 7

Lesson 7: Unless there's an arc, it's not a femdom story, just a femdom setting.
At the end of Cocksitter's Club 1, Robert resented Lori watching over him and he didn't know what he was going to do about it.
At the end of Cocksitter's Club 2, Robert didn't get to cum, but the new, exciting teases from Lori gave him some sort of satisfaction and he fell asleep happy, for the first time in weeks. He liked having a cocksitter.
At that point, all your author instincts should have been yelling “Something bad's about to happen!”
And look what happened in Cocksitter's Club 3: Lori led Martha into making Robert wait another week to have a chance to cum! And then humiliated him in front of another girl! Robert didn't want that! He made a small choice to deal with Celeste (the bank loan) but The big Choice still looms, waiting for the finale like it should.
And in Chapter 4, he made it (not masturbating in front of the girls, asking Lori to put on his belt instead) and emerged out the other end of the story a changed man (being able to thoroughly please Martha when she came home and looking forward to Lori sitting him next time).
He started one way, learned some sort of lesson and ended up changed. It's called a character arc, and without it, all you have is a neat femdom setting, not a femdom story.
Consider this plot: A man hates eating his own cum. His girlfriend gains psychic Sex Powers and forces him to eat it all the time. And at the end, he still hates eating it!
Huh.
That story just feels lame, doesn't it? But that could be a whole book, with escalation (first eating ounces of cum, then GALLONS!), and hot teasing dialog (“How does that taste honey? Yummy yummy?”) and gut punches and all the other tricks I've gone over, but at the end... it fizzles out. He still hates eating cum? So what was the point of it all?
Consider this plot instead: A man hates eating his own cum. Really hates it- can't even think about doing it. His girlfriend gains psychic Sex Powers and blocks his orgasms until he gives in and takes just a little taste. Then she escalates, using her feminine wiles and new Powers to make cum eating erotic and sexy (basically Pavlov's dogging him) even if it still humiliates him. And at the end, when they are relaxing nude, in a hot tub with all her sexy friends, the girls make a half-serious plan to have him eat the cum of all their boyfriends's orgasms, for a whole sex-filled weekend... and his cock stands straight up!
What's the arc? He's come to like the very thing he once hated, even though it's still very humiliating to admit. This is the same arc I tried to have in The Dude Ranch, even though I barely knew what I was doing at the time. When Dexter's cock gets hard in the very last scene, it's a sign that this “temporary” kink that he wanted to explore only on vacation will become a permanent fixture in his life, even at work!
There is a fundamental arc in most good sissy stories: at first, hetero man doesn't want to wear panties because they are unmanly, but by the end, he's blushing and helping his wife shop for him at Victoria's Secret because it turns him on so much!
If you don't have the characters change and learn something from their travels, all you have is a static, unchanging femdom landscape for someone else to come along and build a really awesome story on. Writers call that static landscape a setting, and they will laugh at you if you tell them it's a story.
A school where boys have to be kept nude and teased all the time? That's just backdrop, man. Every day is like every other day until somebody starts an arc, you dig?
An island where strong sexy women rule, trading nude men like cattle? Sure, dude, that's a hot setting, but like, what's changing? A proud modern man shipwrecks on the island and refuses to be tamed? I guess. But then he comes to love it, and starts helping the amazons lure more men from the modern world to the island? Nowyou've got something.
As the name implies, arcs are not straight lines. At a minimum they have three points (the Starting point, the Turn for the Worse, and the End), not two points like a line. The Start and End points are pretty self-evident, but the interesting point is the Turn for the Worse.
As they say in the movie biz, that's when shit gets real. Up until then it's been all fun and games (Lori reading him Kelli and Tammi). But in the Turn is where some of the fun ends (Lori convinces Martha to keep him denied as Robert thrashes and protests = fun innocent cocksitter is gone).
So focus on the Turn most of all.
And don't just tell us how much the character has changed, show us.
Robert didn't want a cocksitter before. Now he requests one.
The sissy hated panties before, now he sighs and puts them on, even when his wife is away.
The man locks up his own chastity cage.
He hands over the key.
So many little gestures can mean so much, if they are part of an arc.
Alright students, if any of you are left, assignment time! Find a femdom story on Literotica whose premise pushes all of your hot buttons, but whose characters don't go through any kind of meaningful arc. Remember, the key is the character grows or learns something about himself/herself, not just ends up in hopelessly worse situation by the end.
Give us a Google searchable title of the story in your comment (links don't work for comments?), and then, give one way you could rewrite the story to give the main characters an arc. What could they learn about themselves through that journey?
If you do the exercise well, and have been following these lessons, maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself as well.
OH! See what I did there?
Hope this helps, and see you next time,
P.F. Dee

Cocksitter's Club - 4 (the finale)

(This is the fourth part of a 4 part series set in my 'Steel World' universe. Students of my 'Better Femdom Writing' class will recognize the previous lessons at work here, including: Women driving the plot but the Man making a Choice, Leaving Room for Escalation, Hot Dialog and Gut Punches, Showing the First and Skipping the Second, and Staying on Target. This is required reading for the final lessons, Lessons 7 and 8.)

"My my, Mr. Lewen, just look how far you've come!" Lori giggled as Robert rushed to lay out plates for their Chinese take out. "Did you ever think you'd be setting the table in front of teenaged girl wearing nothing but your chastity cage and a smile?""I am notsmiling!" the nude man cried, trying to get the humiliating task over with as quickly as possible. It was day twenty seven, his last scheduled night out of the cage before Martha got home. Lori had to let him orgasm tonight, she had to- and that's the only reason he agreed to her humiliating suggestion to strip this far ahead of bedtime! She had seen him nude before, why did her giggles make him blush each time?"Well then that's something we've still got to work on, isn't it?" the girl laughed, and as he rushed past with his hands full of takeout, she gave his bare butt a solid spank."Lori!" "Oh hush. You love being nude for me, I can already see your little stiffie stretching your cage," she giggled, making the naked man blush anew as he rushed to the kitchen and back. “Don't worry, I won't tell your wife how hard you try to get every time I make you strip. If I did, she might never let you wear clothes at home again!” “Thanks. I soappreciate that,” Robert said. But he was smiling as he said it. Lori grinned and crossed her legs. “Make sure to set a place for Celeste too.” Robert swallowed hard. “She's... she's coming over for dinner?”“Of course. If a girl is coming all this way just to suck you off, you should offer her a meal too. That's just being a good host.” His hands were shaking, but Robert went to get another place setting anyway. “Oh... okay.” Lori smiled and picked up her chopsticks. “Celeste's really good at sucking cock, you know. All the boys talk about her like she's a legend. They say she sucked Jimmy Heyser off right through his cage, and he exploded while he was still all locked up!” Lori sucked a long Chinese noodle into her mouth, giggling as the man blushed even more. “But... you're going to unlock me for my blowjob, right? You're not going to make me cum through my cage are you?!” It was painful just getting half hard in his little steel prison- cumming in the cage after a month of teasing would be agonizing if he wasn't free! The teen laughed. “Oh Mr. L, I'm not going to makeyou do anything. And don't worry, as soon as Celeste gets here, I'll unlock you with this little key and...” She lifted the tiny silver key hanging around her neck, but then her eyes got wide. She stopped, looking at the key more closely, and then all the color drained from her face. “Oh no.” “What!?”“This... this is Derrick's key! I must have switched them when he threw me down and fucked me on your couch last night-”Robert jumped up, almost turning over the table. “NO! We've got to call Derrick's mother right now! Hurry, before it's too-” The teen was laughing, holding her stomach. “Oh god, you fell for it! You're so funny, Mr. L!”Robert's face turned three shades of red and then he sat back down, cleaning up the fried rice he had spilled. “You shouldn't joke about things like that. It's... it's very mean to us men.” “Oh Mr. L,” Lori laughed, “you should know by now, a girl of the Cocksitter's Club would never lose her key. It's more precious to me than it is even to you.” And with an air of ceremony, she lifted the key on its chain and kissed it with her glossy, pink lips. And even thatmade the ring around Robert's balls seem two sizes too small! Lori put his key back around her neck, settling it between her breasts so he could see. “Don't worry- this will be a night you'll never forget. And one your wife never needs to know about.” Robert started trying to eat again, even though his heart was going a mile a minute. The teen was bringing over one of her hot girlfriends to give Robert a slow, excellent blowjob, as a reward for following her instructions all month. And no one was going to tell his wife.After tonight, he was going to go on-line and give Lori the best review in history. Lori giggled as the man jumped when the front doorbell rang. "Why don't you go get that? That'll be Celeste."His gut clenched as he looked down at his nude body. “But... but...”“She's seen it already. And it's just proper that you greet her at the door.” Stomach tumbling, Robert went to his front door nude, checked through the peephole, then took a deep breath and opened it. “Well aren't you all dressed to party?” the cute Mexican teen laughed, looking him up and down. Robert blushed and tried to cover himself, but it was futile. She smiled, looking at everything he had. Lori called out from the dining room, "Come on in Celeste!" and Robert nodded, quickly, looking at the empty but well lit street behind the girl. “Yes, come in! Please!” The girl did, and Robert finally got to close his front door. "Thank you so much for approving my father's loan,” the black-haired girl said as she took off her shoes in the foyer. “He's already made ten percent of it back with the new equipment he bought. He'll pay it off in no time!" He was starting to sweat, being nude, so close to a new girl. "No problem." His normally deep, commanding voice came out as a squeak."Oh my god, Lori, he's so nervous! He's like a little shivering Chihuahua!” Celeste laughed as she joined her friend at the dinner table. "Yeah, I haven't gotten Mr. L fully broken in yet,” Lori laughed. “Maybe his wife will let me train him more some other time.” She looked up at him. “Why don't you get Celeste and I two cold beers to go with dinner?” The curly black-haired girl's eyes got wide and she whispered to Lori, but Robert heard it. “He let's you have beer? Even though you're underage?” Lori answered out loud, smiling at Robert the whole time. “Of course! My sweet Robbie doesn't want to make me mad. Not tonight!”Robert sighed and got the beers from the fridge, but when he handed them to the two beaming girls, he said in his sternest voice: “But only one beer each tonight. That's my rule.” Lori sat up in her chair and tried to look appropriately serious. “Of course, Mr. L. You wear the pants around here.” And the girls broke into laughs as the nude Robert sat down, straining in his cage.Robert was their fetching wench all through dinner, getting more beers, ice, plates and food at their command, and trying not to get hard in front of the giggling Celeste. But every time his cage got even a little bit tight, Lori would point it out and both girls would laugh about it. “Wow, he's so... domesticated!” Celeste laughed as Robert cleared their dishes and the extra food away after they were finished. “Do all men become your little bitch when you cocksit them?” The teen was halfway through her third beer and speaking a bit too loudly. “Oh, Mr. L just likes to be helpful,” Lori giggled, through her third beer as well. She wasn't being as loud as the other girl was, but her cheeks were starting to redden. The blond patted the bustling man's ass with one hand, twiddling the key around her neck with the other. “He just wants to keep me happy. Speaking of which, come here, you cutie!”Robert's hopes surged as he went to her, hands full of dishes, and Lori took the key from her neck and inserted it into his belt, right there at the dinner table! But she didn't turn it. “Now, I'm trusting you by doing this, Mr. L,” she said, looking him in the eye. “You're not going to make me regret not tying you down first, are you?” His throat got tight. Was this really going to happen? He shook his head. “Of course not, Lori!” “Okay. No touching yourself. Ever. But remember to have some fun tonight,” she giggled, and then turned the key. The lock popped with a clickthat echoed in Robert's ears and Lori slipped the steel off his dick and balls with deft fingers before he even started to erect. God, she was good at that, Robert thought. The blond handed the stunned man the empty cage. “Put this in the dishwasher, Mr. L. We won't need it for a few hours.”His hands were shaking as he took it. She had never unlocked him like this before! And the girls were getting tipsy... and they hadpromised him a blowjob... His heart pounded. What if it turned into... more?“Oh my gawd, little white dick is getting hard already!” Celeste howled, breaking his daydream. “And he's still keeping it shaved like a little boy!”“Go on, put that in the dishwasher and turn it on,” Lori giggled, nodding at the cage he still held. “But no touching Mister Lewen, or you'll regret it!” Robert hurried to put his cage in the dishwasher and close the door. Once the cycle started, it would be a few hours before the automatic lock on the dishwasher door could even be opened again. Hours of freedom, guaranteed! Robert's dick got harder as he added the soap to the machine, set the cycle and hit GO. He had to resist reaching down for a quick touch- oh god, how long had it been?!? This was going to be a great night.The doorbell rang. "Oh, those will be my other friends,” Lori said, stretching and going to the couch. “Let them in, will you, Mr. L?"The man turned to look at Lori in absolute shock. “Your otherfriends?!” “Yep. Don't keep them waiting.” "But...but I'm naked!" His cocksitter turned and raised one eyebrow at him. "You'll be naked and spankedin a minute, if you make me ask you again!”“Ooooooo!” Celeste giggled, joining her friend on the couch. “Someone's going to be in trouble....” Robert was frozen, unmoving. The doorbell rang again. Lori crossed her arms. “You've come so far this month, Mr. L. Don't ruin it now!" Time seemed to stop. He couldn't open that door! But he had to cum tonight! Celeste had already seen him, what was a few more girls... But he was hard, his dick on full display... Oh god, this was going to be horrible...But Robert grit his teeth and opened his door. On the other side was a tall, teenaged girl with long, straight black hair, looking incredible in a short sundress and high wedge sandals. The wedges did incredible things to her bare legs, making her round, hard calves stand out and her lean, muscled thighs tight and sexy. The heels made her much taller than the barefoot Robert, but even without them, the Amazon girl would have beaten him by an inch or two. "Lori's finally stepped up your training I see," the girl snorted as she looked over the blushing, erect man. "I told her to strip you bare and spank you the first night." "You can't always win by stripping men and spanking them," Lori giggled from the couch. “Sometimes you have to take a softer approach. Get us some more beers and some lemonades, will you Mr. L? By the way, this is Victoria, Sergeant at Arms for the Cocksitter's Club.” Robert gulped as the teen walked in. He could see why she was the sergeant at arms- she was built like the girls on the cover of fitness magazines, every sexy muscle defined! He looked at Lori as the amazon took off her heels and joined the other two on the couch, and Robert's cocksitter gave him a wink and motioned towards the kitchen.He was just barely getting back with six tall glasses for the girls when the doorbell rang again. "That will be Melissa," Lori told him. "Let her in too."His heart pounding in his chest, he did. Melissa turned out to be a cute brunette dressed in a proper English nanny's shirt, skirt, stockings and heels, who smirked at Robert, and then his crotch. "Oh my dearie! Is that a penis- or just a large clitty?" she laughed in a British accent. "You American wankers are so tiny!" She handed him her purse and jacket as all the other girls laughed at the blushing, erect man. Melissa giggled and stepped inside, asking Lori as she sat on the couch. "Is that all he's got? Doesn't his little willie get any bigger?" "It gets a littlebigger, if you talk dirty to him or let him see your bare feet," Lori giggled, and Robert blushed anew. "But I think his tiny dick is perfectly adorable just the size it is.” “Dicks are just like dogs,” Vickie snorted, downing half her beer in one swallow. “Some are made big for getting the job done. And some are like little toy poodles, perfect for petting for a while and then locking up back in their little cages!” All the girls laughed and for the first time in his life, Robert wished he had his cock cage to protect him. At least locked up, it was a little bit of a mystery how big his dick was! Four more girls arrived in quick succession, each one giggling at Robert's nudity as they entered. Some brought cupcakes, some brought more beer, Victoria turned on his sound system, and very soon a party was in full swing.Totally nude, blue-balled, and surrounded by young, attractive girls, Robert was afraid to leave Lori's side. "These girls... they're all in the Cocksitters Club?" he asked, holding his red solo cup with both hands. "All except Celeste," Lori said. "I'm working on recruiting her. She needs the money, but she's got that fiery Latin temper. If a man she's cocksitting disobeys her, I'm afraid she might flush his chastity key down the toilet and then just kick him in the balls!”"Just like it should be!" the passing Victoria laughed, and before he could react, the tall girl's palm was traveling upwards at his exposed balls to make solid contact. "AHHHHH!" he cried, spilling his beer onto his chest and doubling over as Victoria and the nearby girls, including a drunk Lori, laughed. "Good thing you didn't spill beer on me, or I'd give you another!" the athletic girl threatened. "Now, what do you say?" Robert was hunched over, clutching his nuts. The amazon stood right in front of him, and all Robert could think about was how sexy her bare, muscular legs were. "Thank you... Miss?" "Good boy," she said, patting his head as she walked off. “Lori's trained you well.” Lori helped Robert stand upright and towel the beer off his chest, giggling. “I should have told you- always guard your nuts around Vickie. She loves slapping balls!” “Thanks,” Robert winced, and Lori sat him down on the couch next to Melissa and some another girl. Victoria's slap had taken some of the air out of his cock, so at least he didn't feel totally ridiculous anymore. Until Melissa turned to him and said, "So, Lori tells me you like Kelli and Tammi books." "Um, no, well-" "He LOVES it!" Lori laughed, dancing with another girl in the kitchen. "He's practically got the first book memorized!"Robert groaned as Melissa and the other girl giggled. "Oh? What's your favorite chapter? When Suzi Lebomb pulls out that feather and starts tickle teasing Kelli's pussy, or when they have to shower with the volleyball team..." Robert gulped, looking for some way to escape. But Victoria was prowling around the living room, just looking for some balls to slap. Lori was busy dancing in the kitchen. So he stayed where he was, and as Melissa recalled the same scenes Lori had read to him each night, his dick started erecting again, straining and twitching in front of all of them!Lori came by to refill their beers and gave Robert a wink. “Melissa is the head of the local Kelli and Tammi fan club. She and Jasmine read the books to each other every night, which usually leads to a lot of slippery fun.”“Sure does!” the British girl giggled. And putting her hand high on the other girl's thigh, she gave her a deep kiss. Robert's jaw dropped. "You're.. you're lesbians?" "Of course dearie," the British girl laughed, crossing her stockinged legs. "Why do you think my girlfriend and I love those books so much? You can't get much decent lesbian romance adventure stories nowadays." "But.. but you're cocksitters!" he sputtered. "You hold men's chastity keys for a living!" "Then it's a perfect job, no? No conflicts of interest!" the teen laughed, then showed Robert her tennis bracelet with two dangling chastity keys and pointed at one. “I'm holding this one for the lead singer of this up-and-coming rock band. He's ripped, going to be rich someday, and he's got this nice, thick eight inch long dick! All his groupies wet their panties every time he plays, but I went on tour with him for three months, sleeping right next to him in that tiny tour bus, and what do you know? I didn't feel the slightest urge to let him out once!”Robert's hard dick throbbed painfully as all the nearby girls laughed. It was such a struggle not to touch himself, but they were all watching him!Melissa's lover stroked her stockinged thigh protectively. “Not even for the groupies, dearie?” “Especially not for them!” Melissa laughed. “My stud's manager wants him to get a good night's sleep every night, and I make sure he does!”Jasmine smiled, but then looked at the British girl's tennis bracelet thoughtfully.“What's this other key for, then? Whose is it?”Melissa stopped laughing, looked confused, and then started laughing again. “You know what? I've bloody well forgotten!” All the nearby cocksitters started roaring in laughter again. “Enjoy your book talk,” Lori giggled, turning back to the kitchen. “And remember... no touching little Robert!”Melissa grabbed the stunned man's arm. “Have you gotten to the part where they have to nude oil wrestle each other? That chapter always gets me sowet...”The rest of the party was similar torture. The girls danced to pop music, sometimes grinding against each other, and Robert's dick felt like it was going to explode! Some of the hot girls sat or stood too close to the naked man, enjoying how his dick jumped for them and the struggle in his face as he fought not to grab it, for just one quick stroke. At some point, Victoria demanded that he arm wrestle her, and Robert didn't want to but Lori egged him to agree. The stakes were that Victoria would jack him off onto the muscular calves he had been staring at all night if he won, but he would have to kneel and kiss those same calves and feet while loudly proclaiming how much weaker he was than she, if he lost. Even though he was a man and twenty pounds heavier than Vickie, the athletic girl beat him three times in a row, and then gathered every girl at the party over to watch him pay up. His face was burning red as the chanting girls forced him to sink to his knees and kissed the gloating girl's bare feet. His dick was half-hard by this point, and he used all his will to think about something else... But while Lori wore his key on her neck and Melissa wore hers on her wrist, the athletic Victoria wore three little silver keys on a chain around her ankle. They were staring Robert right in the face as he bent to kiss her foot, and he could only imagine what she was doing to their owners-“Oh! His little willie's getting hard again!” Melissa cheered, and Robert almost died of humiliation, his lips on Victoria's painted toenails. “He's such a foot perv!” “How much Viagra did you give him today?” the amazon asked Lori.His cocksitter was beaming. “None. That's all natural Robert! We've been doing cock strengthening exercises every night.”His dick was as hard as an iron rod when he finally stood up, and even the Amazon laughed and shook her head. “If I was cocksitting him, he would have been doing ball strengthening exercises instead!” she chuckled, and then the foot Robert had just kissed was rocketing towards his nuts. He yelped and closed his legs, but Victoria never followed through on the kick, just laughing and patting the man on his head. “Maybe next time, little puppy. I'll leave your nuts unkicked for now.” After the laughing had died down, Lori called for everyone's attention, pointing out that it was now nine o'clock. “Now normally,” she said, “this is little Robert's beddy-bye time, but I think for his last night with us, we can let him stay up late for a his going away present, right girls?” The teens cheered and whistled. One of them, Robert couldn't tell who, gave his naked ass a quick squeeze.“Oh, your dickie is dripping,” Lori giggled. “Let me wipe you clean before we begin.” More whistles and taunts from the crowd, but Lori did wipe his dick head like a mother wiped a infant's dripping nose, and then turned the nude, blue-balled, red-faced man back to the crowd. “Can you believe that just a month ago, this man was too proud to think he needed a cocksitter?!”The crowd booed. “He was the vice president of a bank! A big one! Mister important pants!”“And now he's got NO pants!” Victoria laughed.“BUT,” Lori said, holding Robert's arm to keep him from running upstairs, “I'm not a total bitch. I'm going to give Robert the thing he most wanted, all this month! Celeste, where are you?”When she didn't answer, the girls looked around, confused, then started giggling when they spotted Celeste asleep in a corner of the room, a half full beer still in her hands.“Well,” Lori giggled, “I guess the blowjob queen can't handle her liquor. Plan B!”And all the girls laughed as Lori spit in Robert's right hand, then pulled it to hard, begging erection. “Lori!” he whispered. “What are you doing?” “Go on, Mr. L. You can masturbate, just like you've been wanting to do around me all month,” she giggled. “You said you used to do it all the time before the Locking Laws. Go on. We're waiting.” “HERE? In front of... THEM?” “Oooo! It's getting bigger,” Melissa giggled, then squeezed her girlfriend's ass. “Reminds me of that tiny training strap-on I used on you your first time!”“I bet he finishes in twenty seconds,” Victoria laughed. “Come on, girls, let's show him our feet and make it ten!” His dick was painfully hard. Robert forced his hand to his side before the urge to stroke became overwhelming. “Lori! I can't!”“But Mr. L, don't you needto cum?” she giggled. “It's almost been a month! You told me yourself, no man alive could ever go a whole month without getting off!”All the teenagers laughed, watching his needy erection drip and twitch in the air. Some of the girls giggled, showing him the tops of their breasts down their shirts or their bare feet. His balls hurt so badly! But he if did this...he could never look any woman in the eye again! “Maybe...” He took a breath. “Maybe I can go a few more days...”The girls cheered and Lori hushed them. “Are you sure,Mr. L? I know your wife would really love it if you were primed and ready when she got back. Think about how proud she'll be if you make it a whole month, when the longest you'd gone was only a week before.”“A week!” Victoria cried, spitting out her drink. “You big pussy!”Lori touched his cheek. “And I would be really proud of you too, Mr. Lewen. It would be so adultof you, if you asked me to lock you back up right now. Just like you should be.”Robert looked at the crowd of eager girls, all eyes on his desperate cock. Some were making kissy faces at him, some were bending over so he could see down their shirts at their young full, breasts. He felt the urge building- god it had been SO long!Heart pounding, Robert said what he never thought he would.“Lori... please... can you lock me back up? Before I start to touch myself?”She kissed his cheek as she gave his dripping erection a loving squeeze, already starting to slip the steel ring behind his balls. “It would be my pleasure, Mr. Lewen.”
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Martha was surprised when her husband pulled open her taxi door the minute the driver stopped.“Martha! I've missed you so much!” “I can see that,” she laughed as her husband peppered her face and neck with kisses. “Robert! My goodness, we're out in public!” She pulled his roaming hands off of her ass and slapped his wrists playfully. “Wow, maybe I should leave you with a cocksitter more often!”He blushed, then said, “Let me get your bags!” He paid the driver, didn't ask for change, and rushed his wife and her suitcase into his house, where he started kissing his wife again, hands pulling her close to him, wandering up the hem of her short sundress, up her thigh, to her tiny thong.This time Martha's step back was a little less playful. “Robert! What in the world has gotten into you?!”“I'm sorry, Mrs. L, it's probably my fault,” Lori laughed, coming out of the kitchen with a tray of ice water with lemon slices for them. She was wearing just a casual t shirt and jeans that stretched to her bare ankles, but still did great things for her ass. “I may have given little Robert a bit more teasing these last few days, so he'd be nice and ready for you when you got back.”“I can see that,” Martha giggled, accepting the glass of water. “Did everything go okay while I was gone?”“I'll let Robert tell you about that,” Lori said, then pulled the thin necklace over her head, and handed it to the older woman. She stepped over and gave Robert a big hug. “Good bye, Mr. L. It's been a lot of fun.” Robert's cage got tight, smelling the young girl's perfume for the last time. “Yeah. It has.” And then she was gone, closing the front door behind her. It only took Robert a moment to clear his head and grab his wife's wrist. “You! Bedroom! Now!”Martha gasped in delight as her husband dragged her up the stairs.
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She sighed in delight again a half an hour later, as they both lay, naked and sweaty, tangled in their sheets. “Oh my goodness Robert!” she giggled, the blush of her third orgasm just starting to fade from her still red cheeks and neck. “I'm going to be sore for days! What the devil had gotten into you?!”He smiled weakly, exhausted as well. “I... I just missed you, that's all.” “That's notall,” his wife laughed, rolling onto her side. “Your cock... it was like a steel rod! I hadn't felt it so hard in... in ever!” Her hand had been drifting down Robert's new flat abs as she talked, and when it found his cock, she startled. “And you're getting hard again? What the hell did that Lori do to you while I was out?”He blushed. “Nothing, really... just- oh fuck! Oh god, MARTHA!” His wife had just started licking his hardening shaft, bringing it back to life. “It better not have been nothing!  I want this new Robert around for a while! Whatever she did to you this month, I'm going to do to you all the time!” Robert moaned and thrashed on his sheets as she took all of him into her mouth, deep throating him.“Me? What was that?” he demanded. Now it was her turn to blush. “A little college trick I, um, remembered, while I was down at the resort. You're not mad at me?” He looked at his nude wife. The only piece of clothing he hadn't ripped off of her was the thin chain hanging around her neck, and the silver key now dangling from it.“No. Not as long as you came back to me.” “I did. Now, tell me how often Lori let you cum this month, because that's the same schedule you're on for the rest of your life!”“No! Martha! Please!” he begged, but his wife was sucking on him again and his resistance didn't last long.“Well that's quite a orgasm schedule!” she laughed when he spilled the beans. She still held his hard cock, licking it every few seconds to make him shiver. “No orgasms at all!”“Please! Let's just go back to every three days!”She laughed and gave him another lick, his hanging key tickling his balls. “Mmmm, I love this new shaved crotch of yours! Tell you what, if you let me try your new once a month schedule for a few months, when I have to go to Chicago for business in July, I'll invite Lori and her Club to cocksit you again. Would you like that?”Robert swallowed, his hard cock dripping and twitching in her grip. “Yeah,” he said, his throat dry. “I would like that. I would like it a lot.”
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Writing Better Femdom Fiction- 6

Lesson 6: The shorter the story, the more you must Stay On Target.
We've talked about omni-fuck scenes before, and how they are a ruinous plague on the face of erotic writing. (If I get tired reading a sex scene because of all the positions and techniques the lovers are trying, what could it feel like to actually do all that stuff? Characters shouldn't need Gatorade at the end of every sex scene.)
But omni-fuck stories are even worse. If you have to put ten tags on your story to classify it, you're doing something wrong. There are no good 3000-word “CFNM/feet/anal/denial/sissy/facesitting/cuckold/tickling/chastity/spanking/CBT” stories. What is ten times hotter than that, what will make your readers love you ten times more, would be a 3000 word “CFNM/feet” story.
And if you really wanted to become a legend, try a 2000 word “feet” story. Or a 2000 word “cuckold” story.
Because the theme of your femdom story gets stronger the fewer themes you have.
Theme? Is this some Graduate level English lit class? I thought we were writing stroke stories here!
Yeah, theme. It's not just for James Joyce anymore. The thing that makes your story stick out from the pack is its theme.
“Boy wants blowjob from his sexy female cousin, she wants him to lick her feet, she cockteases him in a test of wills until he gives in” is a strong theme. That story will hit readers with concentrated erotic power, if you stay focused.
“Sexy female cousin cockteases boy, makes him lick her feet in test of wills, strips him, keeps him from masturbating for two weeks, then boy's mother gets involved and makes him take an enema, and then his aunt takes over and dresses him as her sissy maid” is a ri-donk-ulous theme. (But I've read too many stories like that.) That theme might work for a 100,000 word novel, but even then, it's too diffuse to have erotic power. It would be better as a 30,000 word novella about just the battle of wills between the cousins.
I like to think of theme as a blade that I'm sharpening with my scenes. Each scene in the story, each pass of the whetstone, should bring the central battle of the story into sharper focus. The sexy female cousin is staying over all summer; she wants his big bedroom, hosting boy gives her the smallest bedroom in the house, to prove he's in charge. Schhhhing- the whetstone makes its first pass. The battle of wills takes a little shape.
She dresses to tease around the house, he tells her to stop it, she says “Why? Getting sore jacking off thinking about me?” Schhhhing. The battle of wills becomes clearer.
You can just imagine that whetstone passing back and forth over the base metal as each tug of war between them raises the stakes in the battle of wills. But you only have so many passes, so many scenes you can write during your unpaid, thankless, third or fourth job as a femdom writer. If you spend a pass or two on his aunt dressing him like a sissy, yes, you've added a second, duller blade to your story, but wouldn't it be better to sharpen your first one a little more? That's what will plunge your story into the hearts of your readers and make it stick. That analogy just got weird.
Consider this week's chapter of “The Cocksitter's Club”. There are SO many things I could have Lori do to Robert, now that he's made the first few decisions to travel down her path. Start a training program to make him take bigger and bigger dildos up the ass. Make him start buying her more and more expensive jewelry. Make him take longer and longer spankings.
But all of those escalations pull my whetstone away from the central theme I want: “In a world of mandatory male chastity belts, a young teen shows a successful middle-aged man where the true power lies.”
It's about power exchange, not the specific sex acts, and so the fewer sex acts they are battling over, the higher resolution and more nuanced the escalation can be.
Ten stops on a slow decline into a single station, seeing her as his superior, are much more powerful than one stop in each of ten different tagged areas like “feet” or “spanking”.
There is so much more you can do if you limit your story to just one theme like “he wants her to swallow his cum, she wants him to swallow it” than if you go the path usually traveled and have a domme do everything under the sun to her sub to show her power.
And the thing that makes this lesson a lasting principle instead of a “no duh, Sherlock” is the consideration of length.
A real book is 80,000-100,000 words. You can have a couple of themes going on in there.
A novella is 30,000-50,000 words. Better pick one major theme.
A short story of 3,000-10,000 words, hooo baby, you better find one ultra-focused theme and sharpen until it's glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife!
(The opposite happened in my book, Gods at Eighteen #3: Summer Break. 100,000 words long and I let the theme get away from me, as different ideas seemed hot and grabbed me. No connection to the slow “they have to swallow to get their release!” tension I set up in the first scenes. Just random teasing scenes with no central theme. I still regret it and I still think it would have been a much better book if I had kept it under 30,000 words and it was just about their cum-swallowing battle of wills with their Aunt the whole time. Learn from my mistakes!)
(This story is out of control.  And not in a good way.)

Alright students, a freeform assignment for today: take one of your existing stories you've written and list some of the sexual tags in it. Then take out half those tags and reimagine your story as a tighter, more focused package, and tell us about it in the comments. You can give a brief description of the original story, then the improved version, and what that would improve about it. If you're a new writer and don't have a story handy, use this one from Literotica, it's all over the place.
Hope this helps,P. F. Dee

Writing Better Femdom Fiction- 5

Lesson 5: Show the first time, skip the second time. (Or, the “Yawn, another sex scene?” syndrome)
Everyone's first time is special. The first time you're handcuffed and stripped nude by a smirking female cop, each piece of clothing coming off feels like an event worth writing home about. The first time a wife makes her trembling naked husband bend over her lap for a “corrective spanking”, every little bit of preparation by her is worth focusing on, since each bit is a delicious point of escalation.
The problem comes when femdom authors treat their second time just like their first. The first sex scene in which a wife carefully convinces her husband to take her strap-on is written in great detail with hot dialog over 2 pages. Fine.
But a page later, the next strap-on scene happens, and the same interaction occurs: he's reluctant, she convinces him and ultimately fucks him. And it takes 2 pages again. Hmmm.
And a page later, it happens again. It still should be just sexy, right? After all, it's a man being taken by a strap-on! Up his pooper! Sohumiliating, right? But if this scene takes two pages again without any escalating element, you'll find your readers doing something that's the death knell for all erotic stories: skipping the sex scenes.
We've talked about the necessity to escalate before, in overall plot, and even inside individual scenes. But this principle supercharges that one to make your stories really tight. If your first sex scene takes 2 pages, and the next one escalates to take 3 pages, and then the next one takes 4 pages, even if you escalate at Michael Bay levels, you'll still have readers skipping ahead.
Consider werewolf movies. (No, not the sparkly vampire kind. An actual, fur-shredding, limb-ripping werewolf movie.) The first time a man transforms to a wolf, we see everything. His shirt tearing off before he changes. His nose lengthening into a snout. His arms growing fur all over them. His hands, turning into long claws. Every little detail is shown to the camera, because this is what the audience camefor.
But in good werewolf movies, the second time the man changes, it takes half as long as the first time. Maybe the third time, all we see is a moon-cast shadow projected on a wall, changing quickly from man to wolf. And the fourth time, we don't even need to see it. In one scene, the man is running, ripping off his shirt. Smash cut to black, and in the next scene the wolf is chasing someone down in the forest.
This skimping on “what the audience is paying to see” isn't done solely to save special effects budget. (Although that's the genesis of it.) It's done because good directors (and femdom authors) know that the first time something happens it's cool. The second time it's a little duller, and the third time, outright boring. And you never want the audience to get bored with the whole reason you're making the thing in the first place!
Whatever your main sex act is, face sitting, toe sucking, pegging, stripping, whatever, you want to ration out its use, just like you had a limited special effects budget. You want every sex scene to have punch, you want every interaction to sizzle. And you get that by not repeating yourself.
If you're writing about a college boy home for summer, whose sister learns his horrible secret that he likes to wear her panties and then she takes a whole weekend (and a chapter) to force/blackmail/entice him into dressing up in his frilly feminine best, where does the second chapter start?
If you want to bore your reader, it starts with her enticing him again, having to shave his legs again, convincing him to wear panties again, assuring that no one will know his secret again. If you want your story to move, chapter two starts off with him already in panties, pigtails and blushing, sitting on her makeup bench while she's planning the nextstep: piercing his ears at the mall!
Look at this week's reading, Cocksitter's Club #3. It starts off with Robert already nude and tied to the bed. Remember how long tying him down in Chapter 1 took? Remember all his emotions and feelings as she secured each of his limbs? Gone. Skipped.
I hardly even mention the central act of any chastity story any more: the taking off and putting on of the cage. Unless something changes, unless Lori has some great line to deliver as she does it, I gloss over his lockings. Gone. Skipped.
I've already built that foundation, now I can step up from there and focus on new things, which will be cooler because they're new. His shaving. The call from Martha. Derrick and Lori fucking for the first time in his house. (Skipped a lot of that set-up too. We don't even hear from Derrick this time.) Having to convince a new girl Celeste to let him cum. (Skipped ALL of that set up. He was nude, uncaged and hard almost before that scene even started!)
That's why the story moves. It's a subtle difference from pure escalation and something I see wrong time and time again in Literotica stories: chapter 1 starts off super hot, but then I skip all the sex scenes in chapters 2, 3 and 4, because they're just repeats of chapter 1's action.
This rule, however, has one caveat:
Show the first time, skip the second time. Unless something changes.  
The very last battle of a werewolf movie, we slow down and see the long, full transformation again. Every detail. Because there's something different about it. Maybe's he's been poisoned by silver, and there's a little question of if he'll be able to transform. Maybe the moon isn't out yet, and it takes an incredible act of will to do change. Maybe his young honey is watching for the first time, and we see the shock in her face, as her man disappears into the beast bit by bit.
So skip the second time, unless you have something big change. What should change? That's what makes your story special. That's for you to decide.
(For more examples, read my free short story The Sissy Sort. I don't think I have the same thing happen to the main character twice, there is SO much skipped over between the scenes, yet I think it's still the 2nd best story I've written, just because it's so tight and lean while still being hot. And notice how many choices the main character has, even though he is essentially powerless the whole time.)
So, students of my class (those noble few of you that are left), here is your assignment: if the following three scenes were each chapter 1 of your story, where could you start the scene in chapter 2 to make the story move? Post your answers in the comments!
Exercise 1:
Shy guy signs up for art class posing job. Starts off in trunks, then is pushed into speedos, and finally, after the teacher raises his pay, hints at sexual favors to be bestowed on the virgin if he agrees, and subtly threatens to complain to his strict mother that he is being uncooperative, gets him to strip fully nude for the giggling, but well-behaved, female class. Where could the next CFNM scene start?
Exercise 2:
Surprise non-femdom scenario! Man and woman meet on an overnight train. Flirtation, drinks and raw attraction lead to a night of great sex. Every detail of their stripping each other gets a sentence. Each first kiss of a body part gets its own paragraph. And when they simultaneously climax in heart-stopping passion, that gets its own page.
The next morning... how do you write the second sex scene so that it doesn't get skipped by readers?
Exercise 3:
Wife and cuckhold husband have elaborate ritual when she goes out on the town on Friday nights. He helps her shower, helps her choose a sexy clubbing outfit while he is nude and hard, she locks him in a chastity cage and then a real cage at the foot of their bed. The first chapter ends with her bringing home a lucky man and her husband having to watch from inside his cages.
The very next Friday, the second scene could start at...

End of exercise.
Hope this helped, P. F. Dee

The Cocksitter's Club- 3

(This is part 3 of a 4 part story in my "Steel World" universe.  Students of my "Better Femdom Writing" series will notice the principles of Hot Dialog and Gut Punches at work here, and this is required reading for Lessons 5 and 6.)  
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“Release day, Mister Lewen! And it's the first one where you actually have a chance to spurt!” Lori laughed, checking that his wrists and ankles were secured to the bed. “That's if your wife says it's okay for me to help, of course. Aren't you excited?” The nude man blushed. Ten days into his wife's vacation, his teenage cocksitter had already seen his cock strain in his tiny chastity cage for her a dozen times. But every time she giggled at it, he felt like a little kid instead of a major local bank's executive vice president. He brought home six figures for god's sake!He gulped. “What.. what if she says no?”“Well, then we'll just have a normal, relaxing Saturday at home won't we?” Today the teen was dressed in a short, light sundress that hinted that she wore absolutely nothing underneath it. To see her bare, tanned limbs flashing around his house for the rest of the day, without cumming this morning would be anything but relaxing...“Lori, please! It's been too long already! I'll never survive if Martha says no!” “That's what my brother always says on his release days,” Lori giggled, settling between his spread legs to bring the key around her neck into his cage. “He swearsthat, if he doesn't cum thistime, his balls will really explode!” She bent low to turn the key and Robert almost died, watching her pert, free breasts swing under her light dress. “I'm supposed to let him have a quick wank once a week,” she giggled, “but it's been three straight months without orgasm and he hasn't exploded yet! So I'm sure you can go one silly week more. Here we are.” His tight steel cock cage finally came off and Robert erected for her immediately, like he always did.“Oh god, thank you! Please, call Martha! Hurry!”Lori frowned at his crotch. “Let me trim down all this hair first. I noticed it getting a little unruly last time I let you out for a bedtime story.” “I really don't think we need to do that. I'm fine with my pubic hair the way it-”But she had already left the room. Robert groaned, his steel hard dick painful, but he was unable to do anything about it! A minute later she returned, with a pink razor, a steaming bowl of water, shaving cream and a large and small towel.“Lori, really, you don't have to shave me!” “I don't haveto,” she giggled, sitting cross-legged between his stretched, spread legs. “But it will make getting your cage on and off so much easier. And you'll look so sleek and innocent, when you're as bare as a baby down there- you'll see!” “Totally bare?!” Robert moaned, both from the humiliation and the feeling of her deft hand lathering him. “But you let Derrick keep hair around his crotch!” “I knew I shouldn't have let you watch me blow him yesterday,” Lori sighed, starting on the edges of his bush with the razor. “And besides, a close, trimmed scruff around a thick cock and balls looks manly and commanding. That's not really the vibe you're working with, is it?” She giggled as she took off another swath of hair and Robert's face got red with shame. He moaned in pleasure as her smooth hands pulled his cock one way and then the other, slick with shaving cream. It felt so good, like a slippery handjob-“Oh my god, don't spurt while I'm shaving you!” she laughed, letting go of his cock as it twitched dangerously. “Are you, like, a premature ejaculator too?”“No!” But after thirteen days in the cage, Robert knew the answer was otherwise!Lori giggled and gently regripped his shaft again. “You better not! If you surprise me by squirting, Mr. L, I'm just going to let go and ruin it for you, just so you know. And I'll tell your wife.”Face red, Robert closed his eyes and used all his will not to cum as the girl continued her work. He took many deep breaths, and tried very, very hard to not think about her bare legs and how the short dress kept riding up as she knelt on the bed. After an eternity, he felt her wiping down his crotch with a warm towel. “There we go, all done! A dick as clean as a choir boy’s,” she giggled, wiping his cock clean. “And just about as long.” He opened his eyes and saw his crotch had been shaved completely bald. He looked so silly! “Okay, you've had your fun! Now please...Lori... call Martha?” “Okay, okay, sheesh, you're so impatient!” She opened her cell phone and put it on his chest on speaker, and then dialed a number as she continued wiping the last of the shaving foam from him. Martha's phone rung once. Then twice. Then a third time. Robert started sweating. Oh hell, what if she didn't answer? What if she was hung over, and couldn't hear her pho-“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered. “Who is it?”Robert almost cried out in joy. But before he could speak, Lori squeezed his balls hard and made the 'shush' gesture. Robert froze, his mouth open!“Just me, Mrs. Lewen,” Lori answered, still holding his balls tight in her tiny hand. “I called to ask you about something important to Robert.” “Oh, okay. I guess I should get up anyway. They never let the liquor stop flowing here, Lori- it doesn't make for a lot of early mornings!” “I hear ya,” the teen laughed. “And how's the food?”Robert gulped. She had made a noose around the top of his balls with her thumb and forefinger, and Lori was pulling his balls lower as she talked, increasing his discomfort!“Oh my goodness Lori!” the phone crackled. “The buffets are delicious! And the beaches are pure white sand- they go on for miles!” The teen grinned at Robert, as she finally let go of his balls but gave him the 'stay quiet' gesture again. “Come on, Mrs. L. Tell me the real deal- how sexy are the pool boys? You can be honest, Robert's downstairs watching TV.”“Well, just between you and me,” Martha giggled, “they're hot and hung, every one of them! They don’t have Locking Laws down here, probably because they couldn’t make cages big enough to fit!”Robert's jaw dropped, but just a few fingers around his aching balls kept him from speaking out. “Mrs. Lewen!” Lori giggled, using her eyes to remind Robert to keep quiet. “Have you been a little bit naughty?”“Well… a little bit,” Robert’s wife admitted. “If you consider it naughty letting a hot masseuse oil down your naked body and then... slip a few fingers where he shouldn't to give you a happy ending!” “You go, Mrs. Lewen! You only live once!” the teen giggled as Robert's eyes bugged out. Another man had fingered his wife?! How did she let that happen??But then Martha’s voice got serious. “But it got me thinking, Lori… um… you haven’t helpedRobert out in that way yet, have you?”“Oh no, Mrs. L!” Lori giggled, checking around Robert's cock, to shave twice over a spot she had only gotten once. “A girl of the Cocksitters Club would never do that without the keyholder's express permission!”“Oh good, good,” his wife said, even as Robert bit his tongue. “So he hasn't cum with you... at all?”He was going to explode, right in Lori’s hands as she shaved him! His balls were tight, and Lori gave them a quick hard squeeze to bring him back from the edge.“Nope!” she giggled. “Not once?” Martha asked. “It's been... ten days, hasn't it?”Robert gasped. It had been thirteendays- Martha had kept him denied three days before Lori arrived. Had she really forgotten? “Something like that,” Lori said. “And that's why I called. It's not Cocksitter Club policy to let men take matters into their own hands. It's just too much effort to get them back in their cages if they're not tied down, you know? So, Robert wanted me to ask you... did you really want me to give him a quick handy, or would it be okay with you if I didn't? I know you usually only keep him three days, but he thinks he can go a lot longer, like another whole week. And he just wants your permission to try- isn't that so sweet?!” Robert's cry of protest was muffled by Lori's hands over his mouth. “Oh my goodness!” Martha was laughing. “I mean, I've always wanted to deny Robert longer for longer periods of time... to see how far he could really go. The girls in the salon always made fun of me, but I always felt too guilty and let him cum after just a few days!” “Well you know what your husband told me? It's like an investment,” Lori giggled. “The longer you wait, the bigger the benefits will be! He might even be able to go the whole month! He really wants to do this for you.” “Well, okay!” his wife laughed, and Robert's eyes got wide, making Lori just giggle. “Just imagining him up there, aching and pining for my benefit... whew! Lori, my thighs are tingling- I think I might have to book another massage today!”“Make sure you give him a good tip! And that he earns every penny!” the girl giggled. “I’ll keep your husband locked up nice and tight to make sure his interestin you keeps growing! I'll call you in ten days to let you know how it's going.”“Thank you dear! You’re a godsend!” Martha giggled, and then hung up. Lori giggled and jumped off the bed as the nude Robert thrashed. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” he cried, pulling at his restraints but getting nowhere.She flicked his nuts lightly and Robert calmed down. “What I did, was make your wife, who is surrounded by hot studly poolboys and pina coladas all day, get all slippery wet thinking about your devotion to her. I got her engines thinking about your blue balls and I just made sure you're going to have some amazingsex when she gets home.” She wiped off her hands. “You're welcome.”“No!” he yelled. “I don't want that!” “Don't you?” the teen giggled, looking at his crotch. “You seem pretty excitedby the idea.” “But... but the masseuse... and the poolboys...”“Oh, she'll get a little taste while she's away. All women have to have a bit on the side nowadays, with their husbands locked up tight. And the ones with the more extremely...” she gave his dick a significant look, “size challenged husbands usually have a few more lovers than most. I even cheat on Derrick a few times a year, just to prove that his big dick can't keep me tied down. Martha will let some young stud lay nine or ten inches of pipe into her as she's stretched like she's never been before, and then she'll come back to you, satisfied and ready to hold your key again.” Robert couldn't believe it. His wife, getting pounded by a thick cock, shuddering as she locked her ankles around some stud's back, begging for it harder, faster-His dick jerked and Robert almost came! Lori smirked and sat in her reading chair again. “Tell you what, Mr. Lewen, why don't I read you twochapters from Kelli and Tammi todayto calm you down and then we can go out to the mall for some ice cream?” “No!” he cried. “Just get out of here! I don't want any of your stupid story!” “Mr. L! Don't be mean-” “I mean it! Just leave me alone!”“Okay,” she sighed. “Back in the cage you go.” Within seconds, Robert felt his balls being stretched as Lori slipped a tight steel ring around them.“No! Leave me out! No!” He struggled, bucking and twisting, but she rode his thighs like an expert cowgirl, fitting on one piece of his cage after another. “You men always make such a fuss about being locked back up without cumming,” she giggled, as she turned the key with a loud click. “As if it wasn't the most normal thing in the world.”
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Robert didn’t want a bedtime story that night, or the night after. He stalked and grumbled around while Lori was there, staying in the opposite end of the house while she studied or watched TV, and he was a absolute storm cloud at work. “Having trouble at home?” Angela laughed, dangling a heel from her stockinged toe as yet another sales meeting Robert ran went poorly. “Are you worried about your wife being away for a month?”“I'm more worried about your projections for the third quarter!” he railed, not looking at the woman's shapely legs. Jenny and Angela’s teasing today had been extra effective in his state. “Why don't you calculate your whole forecast- again!”“Are you sureyou want me to do that?” the tall brunette chuckled, slowly uncrossing her legs to let him see her black panties for an instant. They were exquisite silk, covering a mound he had dreamed of licking for years. But they paled in comparison to the tiny teen who would be flouncing around his house when he got home. Robert shocked the woman by looking her in the eyes, not the crotch. “Yes. I do. All of them. And tell Jenny to redo hers as well. I don't care if you girls have to stay here all night!” Angela's jaw dropped as he turned to leave.
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After two days, Robert started being less angry at home, almost civil. After four days, he sought Lori out. The teen was reading, laying face down on his couch while wearing a tight tee and tiny cheerleading skirt. Her skirt had flipped up a little in the back, and he could see an unobstructed view of her light blue thong stretched between perfect teenage buttcheeks. He could tell she knew he was there, but she did nothing to cover herself. He coughed. “Um, Lori?” She didn't look up, just let her bare feet swing a little behind her. “Oh. I didn't know we were talking again.” “I'm sorry. I was mad- you didn't even ask Martha if I could cum!”“I did something better- make Martha think you didn't wantto cum when she wasn't around. Now she loves you even more.” She reached down to adjust the thong in the crack of her perfect tight ass. “And then you got all pissy about it.” The steel ring around his balls seemed like it was going to castrate him!“Okay, I'm sorry! But... it's my release date again. Could we... read some of Kelli and Tammi tonight?” “Nah. You're waiting until Saturday at least.” “What!”She finally looked up. “You've been a real grouch this week, Mr. Lewen. And you didn't go on any of our morning runs!” “I'll go on the runs, I'm sorry!” he said, clutching his cage through his pants. “This ache in my balls- it’s not normal! It’s much worse this time! I knew I couldn’t go this long!”“Sure you can’t,” she giggled, turning back to her math book and letting her bare feet swing behind her ass. “You'll start going on morning runs with me again?”“Yes!”“And letting me read bedtime stories to you every night? We've fallen behind if we want to finish the book by the end of the month.”“Okay! Fine! Just let me out!”“Saturday I said. Done.”“But-” “End of discussion,” she giggled, chewing on his chastity key between her pink bubblegum lips as she kept reading. Robert moaned in distress, but went off to watch sports. Lori's mother called her home for something before he went to bed, but she would let herself in around midnight and be there for his morning run. But as he tossed and turned that night in bed, his dick straining in its tight metal, he realized something. He missed her. Even though she had never made him cum, he missed her giggles as he erected. He missed the way she would play-act all the voices and moans of Kelli and Tammi out of the book, like she was in a recording booth. He missed her kissing him on the forehead, and seeing her pantied ass as she waved goodnight and turned off the light. Robert missed his cocksitter.
***
Things started returning to normal. They went on morning runs, Robert going all out to catch her to see her in the shower, but the girl always managed to giggle and pull out of his reach, even if he got closer each day. But things were  changing. His gut was shrinking from the runs. His ass and legs were getting harder. He didn’t hate how he looked in the mirror as much. And he could tell the muscles around his penis were growing stronger. Lori read to him every other night until he couldn’t stay hard each night, but each time that was a little bit longer. A few more weeks of exercise and his cock would rival the hardness any that Martha had found at her resort!And Lori started inviting Derrick over again every few days. Sometimes they just made out and she sent him home frustrated, and sometimes they went farther, Robert spying from awkward angles as she went down on her boyfriend, or Derrick clumsily pleasured her with his untrained tongue. One night, after Robert had ordered the food and laid out the plates and sodas for the two teens before he went upstairs, Lori tied the nude man to the bed before her boyfriend came over. “So you won't peep on us,” she giggled. “We're going to do some adultthings tonight.” But she did take off Robert's cage so he could get hardAnd he did, listening to the two teens energetically fuck downstairs on his couch. Lori was either a moaner or she was putting on a show for both Derrick and the tied up man upstairs, but Robert ended with a lake of pre-cum on his belly. After he heard five orgasms, two of them Derrick’s, he heard the front door close. Then he heard someone pad upstairs and take a shower in the hall bathroom. And after a while, Lori came into his bedroom, wearing just a tiny belly-baring t-shirt and panties. “Sorry that took so long,” she giggled, drying her hair. “Derrick had a lot of stress built up in his blue balls.” She giggled. “I can’t imagine why.” Robert’s cock was painful, jumping and dripping at just the sight of her in her undies! “Oh, you like?” she laughed, looking at the dumbfounded man. “Good little boys who agree not to whine get little presents.” The blonde tossed her wet hair and struck a sexy little pose, pulling at the sides of her panties. The shirt still covered her chest but her nipples were hard visible points under it. “Since you agreed to delay your orgasm, I figured I’d dress more casually around the house until Saturday when we call your wife again. That okay?”He swallowed hard. “Yes!”“Though so,” she giggled, stretching her nude legs on the bed. This time she put her feet right on his thigh, inches from his dripping, twitching cock. “Now, where were we?”“Chapter eleven,” he gulped. “Tammi had just gotten locked into the harness with the two-side dildo, and it was going to explode if she and Kelli stopped fucking!”Lori smiled. “That's right. Tammi grabbed two big handfuls of Kelli's nude ass and plunged deeper into her partner's pussy. “We can't stop!” she cried. “Not yet...”
***
One day Derrick came over, but then left after just ten minutes, and Lori stormed upstairs in a huff.“Can you believe that? His stupid coach called him for some stupid weightlifting session and he left without even licking me once! And I'm so horny!”“You... really wanted to get licked by Derrick tonight? Between your legs?” Robert asked, from where he was tied to the bed. Lori had made him set out a whole bowl of condoms downstairs- she had planned on fucking her boyfriend many times. “God yes! I was practically dripping at school today! Even putting on this little outfit gets my engines going!” His throat felt like sandpaper. His heart was pounding out of his chest. “You know... I... I could lick you if you want. My wife says I'm really good at it. And you don't have to do anything back to me! I promise!” Robert saw her looking at his nude body, his hard, aching cock, the restraints holding him securely. And then she broke out into belly laughs. “Oh Mr. Lewen! You're so funny!” She dropped into her reading chair, not bothering to cross her legs to hide her panties, which were starting to soak through. “I guess we'll both have to be satisfied with seeing what the girls get up to tonight,” she giggled, then licked her finger to turn the page, even as his eyes feasted on the view of her panties. “Chapter Thirteen. Kelli tasted Tammi’s shaved pussy, relieved they had made it past the prison guards, even though they were still nude, trapped behind enemy lines, and very, very horny…”
***
“Wakey wakey, it’s release day again!” Lori giggled, skipping into the room in a shirt and panties. “And I've got good news!” Robert’s trapped cock jumped in its cage. “Martha said I could cum?!”The girl nodded as she tied him down. “She did! I called her last night and I think she felt bad for um, sucking a few guys off at a late night party? Anyway, she okayed a quick handy to relieve your balls.” The girl tied down his last limb, then looked at him. “If you want it, that is.” “Yes! Please!” Robert tried not to think about Martha swallowing some strange poolboy's load- wait, had Lori said 'guy' or 'guys'?- but instead focused on finally getting to cum. And when she took the tight cage off, he practically yelled in relief. “THANK GOD!”“Ooops, you've got a little fuzz growing back,” she giggled as he erected. “Let's shave that off before we start.” That was another torture, but he made it through without prematurely ejaculating into her hand, even if he was quivering at the end, his crotch totally bald again. “Please, Lori! I've got to orgasm now! I can't take it anymore!”Lori smiled. “Okay. Come on in, Celeste.”Robert struggled against his bonds as a short Hispanic teen walked in and then laughed at his nude form.“Oh my goodness, it's true what they say about white guys!” the raven-haired girl said. “That prick is smaller than my little brother's!”“Mine too,” Lori giggled, then patted Robert's thigh. “But he makes up for it with his personality.”“What's SHE doing here?!” Robert roared, yanking at his bonds. It just made his dick bounce for the two girls. “She can't see me like this!”“He has this thing about being humiliated,” Lori giggled as Robert's cock danced for them. “It's something to do with being a high-up bank manager or something.” Celeste just smacked her gum. “I know. That's why I'm here.”“Who are you?” Robert yelled as the blush spread down his nude body. “Why is she here? We've never met!” “Yeah we did,” the black haired girl said. “My dad came in for a loan like a month ago, and you turned him down flat. You don't even remember him, do you, you rich whitey? Pablo De Sosa?”Robert gulped. It was hard to think while he was fully nude in front of these giggling girls! But it was coming back to him...“Um...okay... I remember... Mr. De Sosa. Business expansion loan.”“That's him. So why didn't you give my dad that loan?”“I had to deny him! His credit score was 510!”The girl crossed her arms. “He was trying to expand his carpentry business so he could make money for sending me to college! He's a good man!”Robert swallowed. “I'm sure he is. But it doesn't matter what he wants the money for, I can't give a loan to someone with a credit score that small!”“Well Idon't think little dicks thissmall should get to shoot their load,” the girl said, sneering at his erect penis. She turned to Lori. “And you said I got to decide if he cums?”“Sure,” the blonde giggled, swinging the gold chain around her finger. “The choice is all yours.” “No!” Robert begged. “Please, Lori, Martha said I could cum!”“And I say my good friend Celeste gets to decide.” The mexican girl hooted in laughter. “So I guess you're going back in your cage with blue balls, loser!”“No!” He looked at his cocksitter. “Please! You can't let her!”“I thought you reallywanted to cum today,” Lori said. “Celeste is a good friend, and every boy in school talks about how good her blowjobs are. When she said her dad needed your help to get a loan, I figured it would be a no-brainer, Mr. L. You help her out... she uses her skilled tongue to help you out...win win. Why can't you just give her dad the loan?”Robert shook his head. “I can't! For a loan like that, his credit score needs to be 700, at least!”“And I think dicks need to be at least 7 inches long if they're going to have any fun in my mouth,” Celeste said. “Lock this little dick back up, Lori!”The blond nimbly slipped the steel ring around Robert's balls as he started to struggle. “Oh well,” she giggled, having no problem putting the rest of his cage on. “I guess we'll try again in three days.”
***
Later, Robert was pulling at his cage through his slacks as he left for the office. “Lori, please, I'm begging you. I need to cum!”“And Celeste's family needs that loan,” Lori giggled, putting on her shoes. “She's a good friend, and you were a bank manager. I never imagined you would choose to be denied longer!” “I can't give a loan to a 510!” “And I can't give a handjob to a five incher who doesn't help my friends out.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Have a good day at work, Mr. L.”
***
Robert had a miserable day. His cock cage seemed three sizes too small!Finally, around lunch, he gave up and started filling out the loan approval form.When he gave it to Angela to enter into the computer, she scoffed. “A credit score of a 510?! Who approved this loan?”“I did,” he said, feeling the weight of the cage around his balls. “Just enter it!” he ordered, storming off to ice his balls. An hour later, Angela and the bank president, a woman named Marie, entered his office. “What does this de Sosa family have on you, Robert?” Marie asked. “Did they steal your chastity key or something? You know we can't approve a credit score this low.” “Mr. De Sosa is a honest, ambitious, hard working man,” Robert growled. “He's trying to live the American dream. That's exactly the type of small business this bank was created to support!”Marie looked at Angela. “And you checked? This family doesn't have any connection to Robert? And his key hasn't been reported stolen?”“Not that I can see,” Angela said. She was wearing her black stockings today, the ones Robert had used to love the best. “They have an attractive daughter, Celeste, but I checked her social media sites. I can't see any connection between her and our esteemedvice president.” Marie eyed the nervous Robert, then finally stamped the paper “Approved”. “This loan better work out,” she said, handing him the form. “Or by next month I'll have Angela in that chair and you be lucky if you're shining her shoes!” Robert held his composure as they walked to the door. As soon as they left, he exhaled and grabbed his aching, tight cage, because all he could imagine was being forced to shine Angela's four inch heels while she was still wearing those black stockings.
***
“You did? That's great!” Lori cried, going up onto her tiptoes to hug the man. “Celeste will be SO happy!” She was wearing tiny khaki shorts and tank top, and Robert fought to keep his hands from sliding down to cup the teen's tight, perfect ass, just inches from his grasp. “Does that mean... I can orgasm now?” he gulped.The blond giggled, stepping back. “Well...”“What!” he demanded. “You know how, like, the longer you wait to pay off a loan, the amount you have to pay keeps going up because of interest...”“What do you mean!”Lori gave him a big grin. “I mean... we're so close to you making it an entire month without orgasm. You've never made it an entire month, have you?”“No. But Lori, please-” The girl giggled and kissed his cheek. “Tell you what. Go five more days. I'll read to you every night and you'll get to see every pair of panties that I own. And at the end... I'll invite Celeste back over for a night that you'll never forget. Deal?” Robert shook his head. His balls felt like they were full of lead and the size of tennis balls already! “Lori... I... I can't!” She whispered in his ear, her hot breath making his cage impossibly tight. “I bet you can.”
***

Writing Better Femdom Fiction - 4

Lesson 4: We don't feel it unless the character feels it.
(Or: stop and smell the leather!)
The point of fun femdom fiction is to evoke an emotion in the reader, usually anticipation lightly salted with fear.
To do this, I'm still amazed that some erotic writers attempt to accomplish this by prose that looks like the following:
They stripped him of all his clothes. The girls got him hard, but wouldn't let him cum as they teased him again and again. They made him lick their feet and their pussies and then put him in a chastity belt!
Besides being an omni-fuck scene, why does it all happen in third-person god narration? How are we supposed to feel emotions watching the scene play out as if we were looking down on it from Mt. Olympus?
To make your readers feel just a sliver of the emotion your characters are going through, you have to put those character emotions and reactions on the page, in visceral high-def. And you have to do it in a very specific order (we'll get to the order later).
Consider this narration:
My Mistress smiled and pulled out a bottle of lube.
Okay... um, how are we supposed to feel about that? Look at the difference if we follow that sentence with three different types of character reaction.
Compare this:
My Mistress smiled and pulled out a bottle of lube. My knees almost buckled in relief. She was finally going to let me cum!
versus: My Mistress smiled and pulled out a bottle of lube. My knees started shaking. I couldn't take another round of teasing! Not now!
versus: My Mistress smiled and pulled out a bottle of lube. My asshole clenched immediately.
That was putting a visceral emotion into the scene, using just knees and assholes. What could you do if you had the whole body to work with?
We feel it because the character feels it. Like a punch in the gut.
When you are wondering HOW to put high def emotion into a scene without making it a hair-pulling melodrama, just remember the phrase “Like a punch in the gut.” It's a good old standby from dime-store detective novels and it still works. You don't have to use the literal phrase every time in your writing, but it's a better placeholder than you would think. Consider:
“And one last thing,” she laughed. “Strip.”The word hit me like a punch in the gut.
Right away, we know that isn't a fun stripping situation he's gotten himself into. How about this:
She reached into her toybox. When she turned back to show me her selection, it was like a punch in the gut. 
“How about we use the EIGHT inch strap-on today?”
We instantly know that man's feeling about the size of strap-on he can take. Here's the trick, here's the order that will work every time, because it's how humans work:
Emotional reaction first. Intellectual reaction second.
Let's play those above scenes out a little bit more. First one:
“And one last thing,” she laughed. “Strip.”The word hit me like a punch in the gut. This was my secretary! Even if I let her blackmail me for money, stripping nude was a world of difference! If I did this, how could she even pretend to respect me in the office tomorrow?
Emotional punch in the gut first, intellectual reaction second. Now, our about-to-be-pegged fellow:
She reached into her toybox. What she turned back to show me her selection, it was like a punch in the gut. 
“How about we use the eight inch strap-on today?”I had never taken that one before, only sucked it!  “Mistress, I don't think I'll be able to...” “Nonsense,” she laughed, lubing it up. “And either way, I've got ALL night.”
Emotional first, then intellect. A one-two combo: punch to the gut, then the brain.  
By the way, speaking full sentences counts as intellect. Speaking simple reflex phrases like “You've got to be kidding?” or “No fucking way!” count as emotion.  (And notice how her last dialog above gave the scene an uptick of fun energy at the end?  Remember lesson 3!)
Look at the first two sentences of this week's reading, Cocksitter's Club #2:
“Hey Mr. L? What was it like having a free cock you could touch anytime you wanted?”Robert almost spit out his drink.
In six words, we know exactly what Robert thinks about the appropriateness of that question from his teenage cocksitter. And I probably could have taken out “almost”. And because he feels it strongly, we feel it mildly too.
How about a little later in that same scene:
“So I was wondering, what was it like when you weren't wearing a cage all the time?” He swallowed. “Well..
Robert swallowing is a little thing. Just two words, easy to overlook when you're writing fast. But it's the tiny emotional punch in the gut to connect us to him, followed by his intellectual action, speaking.
It's the little thing that will makes your stories transfer more emotion to your readers and hit them like a... like a... something. I can't think of the phrase right now.
What are your punching weapons?
Any reaction tells a story, but the ones I find myself using the most are:
He swallowed-He blushed-His knees started to shake-He gulped-His throat went dry-
For anger you might use:
He clenched his fists- His pulse started to pound-He leapt to his feet-
The common human reactions are best because they don't need to be explained. The way to misuse this rule is to do something weird like this:
His left eyelid fluttered uncontrollably, as it always did when Stephen was sexually aroused but also concerned for his health.
Stick to the common human reactions that even a caveman would understand, and you'll be fine.
Alright students in my class, here is the assignment for this lesson. In lesson 3, you had to supply the dialog to a first-time CFNM scene on a European beach. This time, supply the punches in the gut to the dialog I created for that scene below, or use your own dialog you wrote. Put in a one-two combo to make us feel the poor boy's emotions every place you see an XXX, and post that in the comments!
“Oh my god, Rob,” Jamie giggled. “Look what the sign says! One of us HAS to strip!”
XXX
“Rob, don't be such a baby,” Kikki laughed. “We're in Europe, men walk around nude in front of girls all the time.” She giggled, looking at his crotch. “Unless you're afraid you won't measure up.”
XXX
“Here, I'll hold your clothes in my backpack, little brother,” Jamie said, taking his shirt. “That way, when you're nude as a baby, you can know they're somewhere safe.”
XXX
End of scene.
Hope that helped, and do let me know how you're liking the class so far,P. F. Dee

Writing Better Femdom Fiction - 3

Lesson 3: Dialogue is Hard, But Hot!
(Or: Don't yada yada over the best part!)
All femdom writers are excited to get to the good stuff. (Some a little bit too excited, but if you just pinch the tip or use some numbing cream, that problem can be cured.) And when they do get to the good stuff, at the moment when they should be basking in the glory of what made them want to write the story in the first place, we get scenes like the following (a man lost a SuperBowl bet to his wife and her sisters, and this is his first hour of sex slavehood, after stripping immediately without a single protest):
Miss Allison proceeded to administer 10 strokes with a leather paddle to my naked bottom. Following the punishment I was order to crawl to each of the women present, kiss her feet and ass, and beg to be allowed to serve her during the week. I went from Miss Allison to Miss Ashley and finally Miss Ann; begging each of them to allow me to serve them. When I had completed my task I heard laughter coming from behind me. I turned to see Sarah, my step sister and Samantha, her sister. Both were looking at me with amusement.

Let me tell you a little about my step sisters...(two paragraphs of exposition/body details follow)
What?
No, seriously, that's how the story pays off the first, long built-up (in chapter 2 no less) humiliation scene. You can read it yourself here. 
Okay. This is the main character's lowest point. He's never been nude before his sister-in-laws before. His wife and her hot sisters are stripping him of his clothes, his pride, his sexual freedom for the next month and laughing about it! Then he is publicly spanked! It's probably, bar none, the most embarrassing and humiliating thing that character has EVER DONE in his LIFE. EVAAAAR.
And the author yada-yada-yada-ed over it in just a paragraph, with NO dialog from any of the four involved parties.
Lessons 1 and 2 of Writing Better Femdom Fiction talked about large, overarching theories that apply to whole books, like the need to give your submissive main character a meaningful choice to make, and the need to escalate the plot/sex/action from the beginning to the end of your story. Lessons 3 and 4 are going to go small scale, with tips to make your individual component scenes sizzle.
Let's look at that Miss Allison paragraph again. All description. All passionless, matter-of-fact description, actually. It's like how a police report might describe the scene. Or a robot. (And not the fun sex kind of robot. The boring, kill-all-humans kind.)
How could we make it better? What if I added just one line of dialog from each woman present? It might look like this:
After I had reluctantly handed over my last piece of clothing, Miss Allison smiled and reached behind the couch to pull out a long, leather paddle.
“Now hubbie, we're going to see how much of a  tough guy you really are!” my wife laughed. And when she brought the paddle down onto her open hand, the slap was like a gunshot.
“Oh my goodness, he's shaking like a leaf!” my step-sister Sarah cackled. “I think he might actually cry!”
My youngest and most attractive step-sister, Samantha, took a front row seat with glee.  "I've never seen a MAN get spanked before!  This going to be so much fu-"  She cocked her head, looked between my legs, then started to laugh too.  "Oh my god Allie- he's getting HARD!"

What did the dialog do? Well, it definitely made a humiliating scene actuallyhumiliating. The scene got hotter, andwe got a little peek into each domme's personality, versus nothing in the original. But it also did something else.
The scene just got a lotlonger. The original italics snippet was a little over 100 words, and in that scene the sub got paddled, crawled to lick each woman's feet, had a drawn out begging session with each, and then got laughed at.
In my revision, which is over 130 words itself, he hasn't even gotten his first spank yet! If I kept up at this pace with all this silly talkie-talk, the revised scene might take 1000 words to do what the original author did in 100! And that's why authors shy away from dialog.
But it's still worth it.
If you want humiliation in your story, you need teasing. If you want teasing, you need dialog.
Because all teasing is verbal.
When kids tease each other on the playground, they do it verbally. If the mean kids don'tinteract verbally with the nerds, that's something else. Indifference. Isolation. Exile. But it's not teasing. For there to be teasing, someone has to be speaking the teases.
Even a scene that goes: Lucy teased her brother about his small cock mercilessly, not letting him hear the end of it for a whole day after she had caught him jacking off. That's just describing verbal exchanges that happened when we weren't there to hear it! It's the difference between eating great food and hearing someone talk about eating great food.
Now, authors definitely have to control pace. You can't describe everything in full detail, or every story would be a 15 book series. You have to yada yada yada over some transitions, some passages of time. And some elements actually get better if you don't include, but only alude to them having happened off camera. (Side note: “Don't include, only alude!” is a great chant for some protesting mob to shout, I just don't know for what cause.)
Femdom authors want to “get to the good stuff”, and dialog seems to slow them down. Much better to start a scene with exposition and setting up, right?
Let's look at the first scene of this week's reading, The CockSitters Club #2. It starts right off with dialog. The scene is off and running from sentence one. It's got energy and it's going somewhere right away. I find that starting scenes with dialog makes the fictional universe seem fuller, like the characters have lives and we're just eavesdropping on them. Here it is again:
“Hey Mr. L? What was it like, having a free cock you could touch anytime you wanted?”Robert almost spit out his drink. It was day three of his wife's vacation. He and Lori and were on the couch, watching another of her stupid MTV teen dramas, as Robert counted down the minutes to his 'bedtime' and first release from chastity under Lori's watch. He had gotten a little more comfortable having the young, giggling, blond skipping around the house as his temporary keyholder, but not comfortable enough to talk about things like that.“What?! What do you mean?” “Well, the Universal Locking Laws passed like three or four years ago, and I wasn't really interested in, you know, boy parts back then,” she giggled, stretching her yoga-pant clad legs on his coffee table. To his wife Martha, 'at home casual' meant baggy sweatpants. To someone Lori's age, apparently it meant black yoga pants so tight he could see every curve and outline of her lower body! Robert had already snuck enough peeks at her ass through the skin-tight pants to make tonight's masturbation session truly something special. He might have to ask Lori for extra time out of his cage, to rub out a second load! “And my younger brother's been locked ever since he started getting erections, so he's never really been free-” “Never?” Robert coughed, setting down his drink. “Of course. All boys are locked when they hit puberty now. Duh!” “Oh my god...” “So I was wondering, what was it like when you weren't wearing a cage all the time?”

I get SO enchanted by the power of this rule to make scenes hot and lively that I agonize about including descriptive paragraphs, like the one above describing Lori's tight yoga pants. Even though I've seen stories where the description of the cocktease's outfit takes up a metric page, I thought about cutting that paragraph out completely, just to have Lori's latter dialog about her brother hook up with her earlier sentence about boy parts more organically.
If I was publishing this as a book, on a second draft I'd probably take that paragraph out. Going away from the hot dialog bugs me that much. The first description paragraph is necessary to set the time and setting after the chapter break, but the second, even though it's the only description of her sexy outfit in the scene, is unnecessary. Seeing it break the flow there still bugs me.
And look what else dialog can do. When Robert says, “Oh my god...” We know exactly what he's thinking. We don't need a [Robert was shocked by what he had just heard. He couldn't believe it!]that lazier stories try to include.
The rest of the chapter is similarly dialog heavy. How necessary is dialog? When he finally gets out of his cage, Lori says: “It's like, an adorable little toy penis!"
There is literally no hotter way to have that humiliation come across. It has to come out of her mouth, directed at him. You can't yada yada it, you can't omniscient narrator it, you can't have him internal monologue his shame any better than that.
Dialog is the hottest way to have teasing or humiliation occur in your femdom stories.
In my free ebook The Sissy Sort, the very first sentence is dialog, and the first scene gallops forward from there. It's got energy, speed. If you read that short book again, notice the difference between the scenes that start with dialog and those that start with exposition- the latter noticeably drag in comparison because of the extra set up exposition requires.
You may think a scene starts off better with It was a dark and story night. I was perusing a local biker bar, feeling out of place because I was just made the youngest corporate lawyer in the city, when I saw her, a tall, strong biker chic. Let me describe her for four paragraphs. She had black hair and...
The next time you feel tempted to that, instead start the scene with: “You're looking to get fucked in the ass, aren't you suit boy? That's the only reason you'd walk into a place like this dressed like that.”
And see if the scene doesn't have more energy because of it.
What do femdom stories with NO dialog feel like? Unbelievably, they still pop up, like this one called “Cuckold Humiliation”. A decent premise, but without any dialog, it reads like a dry cardboard imitation of a story instead of a living, vibrant thing, doesn't it?
If eyes are windows to the soul, dialog is the window to the soul of your characters. Just one chuckled “Good boy,” is worth five paragraphs of narration of describing how "fun" and "playful" your domme is.
Look at the end of Cocksitter's Club #2 again. When Lori's teasing Robert to keep it up just a little more, imagine how dead that scene would be if I narrated the action instead of letting Lori speak for herself.
In the book I consider one of my best, “The Drake Cheerleaders Incident”, one of the reasons for the unusual 'post-teasing-catastrophe' interview format is that I wanted to write an entire erotic book which was 95% dialog. Every scene setting, description, action, is all immediate and intimate, because it's all spoken by one human to another.  I think, anyway. 



If I had to pin down the one thing I think makes P. F. Dee femdom stories lighter, more fun, and more lively than most of the others out there, it's that I use dialog when others use narration.
In summary, if you want to make your teasing or humiliation scenes spicier, use dialog. If you want to show the personality of the characters, use dialog. If you want to be lazy and skip past all the good parts, then just narrate things, I guess. You'll finish faster. And we all know how sexy that is.
Students in my class, take the scene below and write your own dialog where the XXX's are, then post your repaired snippet in the comments to show everyone how much better the scene gets with words!
Rob, his older sister, and two of her sorority sisters kept walking on the beach, until they suddenly came to a sign that read: “Nude beach ahead. At least one member of every party must be naked to cross, or face fines of up to $300.”
XXX.XXX!
Rob took off his clothes and handed them to his sister.
XXX
As they walked forward, Rob tried not to stare at the tiny bikinis the athletic girls wore, knowing what would happen. But the girls were apparently perfectly okay staring at him.
XXX
Robert blushed, but then disaster struck- his cock started to get hard!
XXX.XXX.XXX!

End of scene.  
Hope that helped,P. F. Dee