Thursday, February 24, 2011

Just A Little Scene: DVD Trap

Kate fought to hold back a giggle as she came home from work to find her husband sitting frozen at the couch. James was staring forward almost unblinkingly, completely enraptured by what he was watching. The TV screen showed a long slideshow of images of Kate, naked, in a wide variety of sexy poses. From the speakers came a low, sensual sort of hum, punctuated now and then by a giggle, or a woman moaning erotically. This was all that was required to trigger a set of telepathically implanted conditions that Kate had set into him just a few nights ago, as he slept.

She loved to do this to him, though she didn’t do it too often, lest the effect would get old, and James would become too freaked out. She would implant little notions and conditions in his head, never telling him what they were. Often, they would result in him being caught in a trap, a trigger that would leave him paralyzed in place, yet become strongly aroused, with the arousal building and building as the trigger stayed in place. Once, she made him become hypnotized by her panties while he did the laundry. Another time, listening to one of her favorite songs sent him crashing to the floor in immediate orgasm.

Today, she had set it so the mere sight of her naked was enough to leave him frozen in a sexual stupor, the erotic hum and other sounds making him light headed with arousal. She’d created a DVD slideshow of this, and set it to play just before going to bed last night, turning the TV off, but letting the DVD player run. Ergo, the first thing James would see when he turned the TV on would be the slideshow, and he would instantly be under her spell.

Kate walked in, coming up behind James, who was too entranced to respond to her presence; he was barely aware she was there. She looked him over, and fought back another giggle. He was dressed in his pajamas, still, and his penis tented the front of his pants quite lewdly; paralyzed in place as he was, he was unable even to adjust himself. It being James’ day off, Kate guessed he’d probably gotten up around 10 this morning, and come down to watch TV by at least 11. It was now 5:30 in the afternoon. Poor James had been suffering for at least 6 hours now, continuously aroused, unable to do anything but blink, breathe, and wait in desperation for Kate to come home and free him. She leaned down and, without breaking his line reached over his shoulder and adjust his penis so that it slipped out of the opening in the crotch of his pajamas. James penis practically leaped from hole, visibly throbbing and leaking pre-cum steadily, greeting Kate like a hyper-excited puppy dog.

She dared not touch him directly. Although she had set it so he could not orgasm just from his arousal, he was so wired up right now, a mere tap from her fingertip would probably make him explode. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so leaving him only with a kiss to his cheek and a sultry purr in his ear, she stood back up and went to put away her things and change. She took her time, organizing her things for work tomorrow, checking and responding to some e-mails and phone messages. Then, she took a nice relaxing bath, dried her hair, and rubbed scented lotion on her skin, the coconut smelling kind that had driven James absolutely nuts since before she even met him. After a couple of hours, she was ready.

She came downstairs, and James was still there, still suffering, his cock nearly trembling with overblown excitement. James looked like he was about to cry from desperation. She smiled, and got down on her hands and knees, creeping around to the front of the couch, and kneeling between his legs, again without breaking his line of sight to the TV, ensuring he would still be entranced. She watched his face for a few moments, taking in his expressions of desperation and arousal, then eyed his cock, nearly hypnotized herself as she watched the large, blazing hot organ pulse away, so ready for her touch. She licked her lips and leaned forward. She closed her mouth around just his penis head and gave the tip of him a single lick.

With a scream, he exploded into her mouth. The shots were large, thick, and forceful, a days worth of continuously building tension culminating in a massive ejaculation, but she dutifully swallowed every drop. She continued to suckle him gently, her tongue running circles around his cockhead as he came and came and came. His release undid the spell, and James nearly doubled over, hands clutching repeatedly at her back as he curled over her, gasping her name in thanks and rapture. And when his climax completed, still she suckled him, bobbing her head a bit; within moments, his perfect pleasure was now a pleasurable torment, as his now hypersensitive penishead could not handle more stimulation. James tried to pull her off, but that too, was accounted for, and a telepathic command prevented him from doing so. He could only sit there, trapped and tortured by his wife’s wicked mind and mouth. Kate could feel hot tears drop onto her back as James thrashed in her grip.

Still, this torment did not last as long as it probably seemed for James. After only a minute of post-orgasm stimulation, Kate released him, letting his cock finally shrink down, at least somewhat. James sagged down, and she pushed him up, letting him fall back against the back of the couch. She quickly turned and shut off the DVD and TV so he wouldn’t be trapped again.

Wiping her mouth, she slid up onto the couch and curled up next to James, who laid back only half-way conscious, but radiating heat and utter contentment in his post-orgasmic haze. She kissed his cheek again and whispered in his ear, “Gotcha.” James moaned consent at his “defeat” and Kate laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, in return, I’ll let you do anything you want to me for the next three days.” That got James attention and he shook his head to clear the cobwebs, giving her an eager look. She laughed again. “Well, on one condition: you can do anything you want to me, but every time you cum, that’s another trap you’ll have to watch out for next month.”

James swallowed, gave Kate a once over, then slowly nodded. Kate grinned. One orgasm was not enough to blunt the build up of her trap, especially for a three day time period; Kate was going to have plenty of traps to make afterwards.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Just A Little Scene: Brutal Orgasm

“Hello, Janet, welcome,” said Karen. “I see you brought your boy toys.”

“Well, gotta earn their keep somehow,” said Janet, with a laugh. “Alright, boys, bring the stuff in.” Jake and Dan, both nude already, hauled in a large trunk, and set it down in Karen’s living room, then turned and stood before her.

Jake swallowed hard as he gazed at Karen. The red head was extremely attractive, and according to Janet, extremely powerful. Janet claimed that Karen had been her mistress for a while, and without Karen’s help, Janet wouldn’t be a tenth as powerful as she was now. And considering how powerful Janet was, Jake could only imagine how powerful that made Karen. When Karen glanced at him, she smiled warmly, that mischievous twinkle so common to Sex Mages in her eye. Jake blushed, but maintained control of himself; he smiled back and made a slight bow of respect, “Hello, Miss Karen.”

Karen, dressed in shorts and a green tank top, bowed back, and the sight of her cleavage almost made Jake gasp. But he kept his calm and his smile just brightened. He felt a gentle psychic caress, a sort of telepathic gesture of greeting from Karen’s mind. She smiled at Jake again and she seemed pleased with his response. He simply admired her beauty, and though it excited him, he kept his cool.

Dan, however, fidgeted nervously, and he stuttered his greeting. “H-h-hi, M-miss…” he said, and he gulped audibly when Karen bowed in return. She smirked. Jake glanced quickly between Karen and Dan. He recognized that smirk all too well. At first nothing seemed to happen, but suddenly, Dan tensed. His eyes widened almost comically.

Karen turned back to Janet and the two began to talk, leaving the boys to stand at attention incase they needed them to do something. With a blink, Jake realized that Karen was now naked; she had vanished her clothing in the instant Jake hadn’t been looking at her. His eyes roamed over her body, and he swallowed.

Next to him, however, Dan suddenly let out a ragged gasp, and fell to his knees. Almost as though he was being pulled along by invisible strings, he began to crawl forward, towards Karen. Karen completely ignored him until he was right next to her, and then, without even looking at Dan, or missing a beat in her conversation with Janet, she placed her hand on the back of Dan’s head, pushing him forward until his nose touched her clit. Dan’s body jerked like he had been shocked, but then his body stiffened in a whole new way, and Jake realized he had been frozen in place. Karen shifted slightly, and Jake could see that Dan’s iron hard cock was now trapped in place between Karen’s calves. She didn’t move, simply held his dick in place with her legs, and held Dan’s face to her crotch. Jake didn’t hear a word the women were saying, as he found himself almost entranced by the scene.

Jake broke out in a sweat as he watched the scene. Poor Dan. Jake knew that Karen was wreaking complete havoc in Dan’s mind, whipping his libido into a raging tempest of lust, sending wave after wave of brain melting pleasure through his sensitive penis. And if Jake suspected correctly, the seconds ticking by for him and the two women literally felt like hours for poor Dan, completely consumed by the grip of Karen’s power. He knew that even as Karen talked with Janet, giving no indication that she was paying the slightest attention to the helpless boy at her feet, Dan was experiencing a pure, sexual hell. All for no apparent reason other than whatever trivial offense Karen was probably pretending to have taken; if asked, she would probably say Dan’s stutter had irked her, and the boy needed to be taught a lesson in self-control. Or maybe this was her way of showing Dan she was flattered, or that she thought he was cute. When you got down to it, Jake thought, Sex Mages were lunatics. The worst part was, Jake couldn’t help himself from feeling a tad jealous. Who, then, was the real lunatic?

By Jake’s count, the scene stretched on for several minutes; god only knew how long it felt like for Dan. But eventually, Karen must have been satisfied with her handiwork, because Dan let out the most heart wrenching, pathetic series of whimpers Jake had ever heard and Dan’s paralyzed body suddenly jerked like a livewire had been shoved up his ass. As Jake watched, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly as he watched Dan orgasm harder than he’d ever seen. Thick ropes of cum shot over and over from Dan’s organ, more semen than Jake thought it humanly possible to unleash in one climax; the shots struck the nearby wall with loud, wet splats. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, Dan still convulsing even after his ejaculation ceased. Dan’s whimpers went from the shock of such a forceful release, to the shrill, desperation of sensual agony from an orgasm forced to go on past its natural duration.

Only after another minute of this, did Karen finally glance down at him. The two women had stopped talking, both watching Dan twitch and shudder. Finally, Karen parted her legs slightly, and removed her hand, and Dan collapsed back in a boneless heap. For a few moments, Jake swore he was dead, but then he noticed the rise and fall of Dan’s chest as he breathed, however shallowly. His eyes, half open, were glazed over. If he hadn’t cum to death, he’d certainly orgasmed into a coma.
Two other girls, both nude, their expressions solemn but for the slight haunting of desire behind their eyes that you wouldn’t see unless you knew what to look for, came into the room, and grabbed Dan. They lifted him off the floor and carried him off somewhere to recover. Karen and Janet then continued talking. The other two girls, clearly female toys of Karen’s, came in and cleaned Dan’s cum off the walls. With their tongues.

Jake let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and he felt a strong ache in his own, unrelieved testicles. But he composed himself as best he could. Karen looked to Jake, and said, “Now. What was that about Sex Mages being lunatics?” Jake blinked, and realized she had read his mind. He opened his mouth to apologize, but it was too late. He fell to his knees as Karen’s power grasped both of his heads. For a brief moment before his mind and body were drowned in sex beyond human tolerance, he crazily found himself wanting to thank her.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Erotic Misadventures of Jamin Frey: The Golden Hook

This is a series I started a while ago, and has been slow to progress, mainly because I keep hitting points where I don't know where to go, and eventually, I can't come up with anything, so I just throw my hands up and belt something out at random.

Jamin Frey was basically the starting point of the SOS concept; originally, the idea of a modern fantasy erotica adventure series was just to have this one guy, Jamin, and maybe a random partner, go on wacky adventures wherein Jamin would try to solve a crime, or perform a rescue, or hunt a monster, and would inevitably get captured, then femdommed for a while, before somehow figuring out a way to escape his predicament and win the day.

Well, this was the first (and so far only) actual Jamin Frey story I did, before moving on to other things when I got stuck. I eventually expanded to the full SOS concept, and they've been mentioned or cameod in other works since. So, if I continue this series, it may instead be a full on SOS Adventures, rather than just Jamin Frey.

Anyway, here's the story so far. I have no idea when/if I'll get this finished, but I hope to wrap it up in no more than two more parts. I know some readers would prefer I keep going with the concept (this story does seem to be the most popular of my work), but frankly, I get bored with stories that go on and on and on.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Cruelty and Power

I am oft times reminded why exactly my stories ends up being so niche in terms of audience appeal, when I post to a site like Literotica, and some of the comments I get actually seem pretty pissed off about what goes on my stories. Namely, the idea that my female characters are usually just so damned cruel. Sometimes, I touch on more romantic themes, but more often than not, the women in my stories are nothing short of sadistic; sometimes, they revel in it, laughing and giggling as the boys under their power scream and thrash like madmen; sometimes, they are simply indifferent, cold and merciless, giving the boy a look of bored tolerance as he shudders and cries. In my stories, often times the women don't even have to physically be there to torment the boy; she just sets the effects of her power in a loop, and can leave the man helplessly overstimulated indefinitely while she enjoys a night or weekend on the town.

Yes, often it is cruel, but is it the cruelty that really turns me on? In real life, I would not stand for this sort of treatment. Thankfully, I've yet to meet a woman with superhuman sex powers, so I at least do not have to contend with that, but while I like to be dominated and teased, real life does not operate the way fantasy does. In real life, I am not truly into such abuse, I am not some sniveling worm who craves to be destroyed.

And yet, I can't help it, but when it comes to the realm of fantasy, nothing revs my motor so hard as the idea of playfully cruel woman, using her power to render me as nothing more than a fuck toy she uses to get off with, or perhaps a bit of diversion if she is feeling bored. Even, perhaps, something to vent a bit of steam on after a bad day. But the cruelty itself is not what's arousing, I think, so much as what it symbolizes: the POWER.

What really gets me off about it is the sheer god-damned POWER on display. My stories take on a rather ludicrous version of this, what with the comic book style magic and psychic abilities. However, the real root of it all, what really draws me so much to my type of fantasy is the idea of being taken, truly [I]taken[/I], made helpless and bare, and then bathed in ecstasy you can't even imagine, because your mortal body and mind are too afraid, too limited to go to such heights. Anyone can punch someone in the face. Not everyone can touch someone in a way that brings them to their knees and brings tears to their eyes from just how damned good it feels.

I imagine it is very much what draws women to the idea of being taken by a strong Alpha male. The Alpha male causes the woman to swoon, and when he takes her, he ravishes her, and she is allowed to fully let go and experience nothing but the sheer rapture of sex, freed from the need to compose and control herself, freed to from hindering thoughts ruining her ability to enjoy the moment, allowing her to let go and be held and consumed by the male's power. That sort of thing is ultimately what my fantasies are about. Being completely, fully taken. And being shown that you are not necessarily weak, but you are simply playing out of your league, and you should accept the gift of such amazing experience, even if you are unworthy.

Yes, the women in my fantasies can sometimes be endlessly cruel, and in real life, it would be devastating. But in the fantasy, it is mainly just something to further emphasize the level of pleasures my overactive imagination craves to experience.