Friday, October 9, 2015

Stripped & Wired


Life got a little busy, but I've still been chugging away at projects. Here's the latest:

And here's a brief excerpt:
The mansion’s basement was spacious, and rendered in stone. The walls were decorated to look like they’d been hewn out of rough stone, while the floor was polished and smooth. There were several racks of toys in plain view, a wide variety of implements hanging from them. I saw whips and paddles. There were also several spots to shackle a girl to heavy duty wooden frames, and one cage that was too big to be a dog kennel. There were numerous boxes of polished hardwood. One of them was already open, and I could see dildos inside. There was a wooden throne with a pet bed in front of it in one corner.
It seemed someone had already picked out tonight’s main attraction, too: there was a set of stocks in the center of the room. Unlike old-timey ones that I’d seen in movies, these had a wooden framework behind them that looked a little like a picnic table. It was designed so that whomever was locked inside them ended up on all fours instead of standing up. 
The blond girl led me to the stocks. I followed along helplessly, clambering awkwardly up so that my ass was up and my wrists and neck rested in their spots. I was still covered by my short red skirt, but not very well. She lowered the top half of the device and locked me inside it. 
I was so passive that I couldn’t even strain at my bonds. I knew it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Everything here looked very solid. Past that, everything here felt a little familiar. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d done this before.

Stripped & Wired is already available for sale at Smashwords, and will be on Amazon and Nook soon. Hope you all enjoy it, and I'm already looking forward to my next one.

- Jessie

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

August means werewolves


Life has afforded me more time to write this summer, so I've got another story out tonight. It's a tale of werewolves and group sex that I dreamed up last week, and I hope you all enjoy it. Here it is:

And here's an excerpt:
Ciríaco grabbed me by the shoulder and cut me off with a wet, open mouthed kiss. My eyes widened and my heart raced. I started to pull away, but the contact was electric. I couldn’t help myself: I leaned into it. 
I wasn’t very experienced with men, but I’d never even thought that one could kiss me like that.  
By the time he finally broke it off, I needed to come up for air. Somehow, he was fine, his grip still steely. I wanted to ask him how that could be, but all I managed to do was pant weakly, “… what was that?” 
“I’d like to hear this too,” José, the night manager, said gruffly from the corner. He was nothing but sweet to me, but he was still a great bear of a man, a tattoo that he’d gotten in the Marines on his shoulder. He never let anyone hassle the staff. 
Ciríaco let go of me and turned to face him. As he moved, I saw his eyes flash a familiar shade of yellow, something I’d never seen outside of a full moon before. He growled, low in the back of his throat, “Apologize to the lady. That’s no way to talk to her in front of a new friend. In fact, tell her that she can go early, just to show her how much you value her.” 
His tone made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and I shrank away from him, my breath catching in my throat. 
The effect on José was considerably more profound. He went white as a sheet, eyes like saucers. He said, voice quaking, “… sorry, Tammy. I, uh, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t worry about the rest of your shift. We’ll cover for you.” 
Through the whole thing, he cocked his head in my direction but he never blinked or looked away from Ciríaco. It was as though he was expecting the much smaller man to pounce on him at any moment. 
“Back to work with you now,” Ciríaco growled without waiting for me to acknowledge it, “Go.” 
José fled.
It's already up on Smashwords, and Amazon and should soon be available on Barnes & Noble.

Hope to update again very soon, and thanks for reading.

- Jessie

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Slave for resale, plus a new bundle

Hello everyone. My obligations besides writing have been slow, so I've been working on making up for some lost time. Here's the latest story:

And an excerpt:
I was drying off with the bathroom door open when I heard the door’s lock click open. I scrambled out of the bathroom and onto my knees in front of the bed, hair still slick with moisture, body freshly scrubbed. I smelled of soap and shampoo instead of the stale interior of Ronnie’s sedan.
The door swung open and I realized belatedly that anyone else in the hallway was going to get an eyeful. It was too late to move without looking ridiculous though, and a part of me wanted to show off anyway. For just a moment, I fantasized about what Ronnie could make me do if the hotel had room service, the sort of special tip he could make me offer.
I shook it off and wondered if those impulses had been there before my brainwashing, if a part of me had always been so slutty, or if it was another change inserted seamlessly into my personality by some faceless technician.
Either way, it was only Ronnie, a plastic bag of takeout in hand. He raised an eyebrow at my pose, and nudged the door shut behind him without taking his eyes off of me. As it clicked locked again, he asked, “I take it you’re feeling back to normal, then? All your memories right where you left them?”
“Yes Sir,” I watched as he set the bag down and slipped out of his shoes, then said, “Everything is very clear now. Everything that matters, anyway.”
He peeled off his own shirt and asked, “What minor details aren’t?”
“What you’re going to do with me after our little road trip,” I looked at his feet instead of his face as I asked, “I take it that you didn’t steal me for yourself?”
“Not so much, no,” Ronnie chuckled softly and replied, “But that’s for the best. I think you can do better than seeing every convenience store in the Continental United States. Besides which, you won’t remember me in another day or two. Trust me,” he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, “Some things are better in small doses.”
He seemed amused by the notion, more than anything else.
As he dropped his pants around his ankles, I asked, “So where am I going to end up?”
 Per the usual, it's already available on Smashwords, and will soon be cleared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

I've also decided to put this in a bundle with two other recent stories:

In addition to Secondhand Slave, his bundle contains A Tough Act To Swallow and A Hard Bargain Driven. As with my other new release, it's already available on Smashwords, and I expect it to clear Amazon and Barnes & Noble at about the same time.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to have more stories done in the very near future! :)

- Jessie

Saturday, July 18, 2015

A Hard Bargain Driven

Here's a look at my latest offering:

And an excerpt of the text:
“Oh,” the doctor glanced at my hand, “The ring will need to come off too.”
I looked down at my wedding ring, white gold with a two carat diamond. I knew that I should care about letting it out of my sight. For the past five years, I’d worn it almost nonstop, and never had it out of arm’s reach. Beyond that, it had cost about six grand altogether - Greg had had a very good year, before he proposed to me. It was tasteful, it was lovely. Objectively, her request should have been a big deal. 
All the same, trying to be concerned was like leaning on empty space. I just couldn’t muster the slightest dismay. After a moment’s hesitation, I slipped it off and dropped it in the bin, atop my sweaty nightie, and said, “Right.”
I didn’t bother to ask if I’d see it again. It was part of my old life.
The doctor smiled at me and said, “That’s very good compliance.” She offered Nathan a sidelong glance and asked, “Did she really get this far on just two months of conditioning? I mean, I know you’re good, but that’s very impressive.”
“Conditioning? Like… we’re talking about my hair, right?” I blinked in confusion. I felt a strange tingling sensation at the word. Despite the question I was pretty sure that they weren’t talking about my hair care.
“Actually,” Nathan said, “It was only six weeks. Tina here is a complete natural, one of the best subjects I’ve ever encountered on an assignment.” He smiled at me and said, “We’re just talking about how receptive your mind is to hypnotic programming. What can you tell the good doctor about your experience with hypnosis, Tina?”
‹Hypnotic programming.›
“I have no experience with hypnosis, Sir.” The words fell out of my mouth, completely automatic. Hearing them made me feel muddled though. On the one hand, I knew what I said was true: I had never been closer to a hypnotist than watching a stage show on TV. On the other hand, I had the intense sensation that I’d forgotten something important, the sort of feeling I might get if I left the oven on, or left my keys at work. The more I tried to focus on it, the more slippery it felt.
It's already available on Smashwords, and will soon be posted to both Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Hope you like it, and are enjoying your summers. :)

Saturday, June 27, 2015

A little summer voyeurism...

Here's my latest offering:

Here's a brief excerpt:
I stared out the window of a small classroom on campus. My mind was on my vivid dreams, rather than Russian literature. It was my last class of the day, and all I really wanted to do was go home.
At this rate, I was going to run my apartment building out of cold water.
“And that,” Professor Martin said, “Is all the time we have for Nikolai Gogol’s wandering nose today.”
That got a giggle from some of the class, but I just flipped my notebook shut and slid it into my bag, not a single note actually taken today. I rose and headed out of the classroom, a couple of steps behind everyone else.
“Miss Baker?” the professor asked, “Is everything all right? I noticed that you seemed… distracted.”
That was certainly an understatement.
I blushed and turned to the professor. He was only maybe ten years older than me and with his easy smile and casual dress, he wouldn’t have looked out of place sitting at a desk with the class, rather than behind the podium giving the lecture. Between that and his enthusiasm for teaching, I figured this was probably his first rodeo. I replied, “Um, great. Just haven’t been sleeping well. You know how it is. Nerves about graduation.”
And the way my chronic inability to get laid is now actually driving me insane, I managed not to add.
“Well, I remember what that was like,” he gathered up his own materials, putting them in his briefcase, and said, “If you ever need to talk, you know where my office is.” He paused and asked, “You do know where my office is, right? I know you’ve never needed an extension or anything before.”
I smiled and said, “I’m sure I can figure it out if I need to. Thanks, Professor.”
“Happy to,” he said, smiling back.
I stepped out into the hallway and headed out of the building. My campus was only a short walk from home. The whole neighborhood was residential, and mostly student housing by default. 
The sky above was bright and clear, perfect blue. Normally I would’ve been tempted to grab some lunch and eat it at the park, but all I could think about today was how long it would be until 9 PM, when the neighbors would inevitably be at the window again.
It's already available at Smashwords Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Thanks for reading, and hope your summer is hot. :)

- Jessie

Monday, May 18, 2015

May update

I've just submitted another book to my usual vendors:

“April, May and June?” I asked, floundering a little, “Really?”
Ryan chuckled, “Oh, those aren’t their real names, those are the months I picked them up. Easier to remember.” He leaned in close, peering at me like I was a malfunctioning toaster and asked, “Danny, I thought she was broken in? You’ve had her for weeks.”
‹Broken in.›
That term was deeply familiar. I had no idea where I’d heard it before, but I knew it was close. I started to take a step back, deeply uncomfortable with the whole thing now. Daniel stopped me, putting his hand on the back of my neck in that familiar and comforting way that he had. I stopped cold, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over me.
“Susan has needed her brain for school,” Daniel said, “So I couldn’t go too hard on it. That’s very true, isn’t it, babe?”
‹Needed her brain.›
Listening to him talk about my brain like it was his made me drip. Not knowing why made it even worse. I nearly moaned, “Uh huh.” 
I didn’t sound much like I was acing my classes at college.
“Still,” Ryan said, “She could probably use something to take the edge off. We should dose her and leave her with May until the food’s cooked. And you should’ve mentioned, Danny-boy. I wouldn’t have put on such a show if I’d realized she wasn’t ready yet.”
‹Dose her.›
They were going to drug me, and all I could do was stand there, cheeks burning. I couldn’t even ask what they were giving me or why. Though I would never admit it aloud, the helplessness felt wonderful.
Daniel protested, “You know established acquisitions are a little harder to sell than maids and secretaries and au pairs and crap. Besides,” he steered me toward the kitchen, hand still on the back of my neck, “It’s fun to watch partially trained girls squirm, isn’t it?”
The more Daniel talked, the less I understood. My head grew foggier with every passing moment, and I was clumsy enough that I felt like I was going to trip over my own feet. I very nearly ran right into the blonde girl, and realized I couldn’t remember which month she was supposed to be. 
My panties were soaked by the time we reached the fridge. 

It's up on Smashwords already, and will be on Amazon and Nook very soon.

Thanks for reading, and hope you are all having a wonderful summer!

- Jessie

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Belated Christmas story

Life has been busy enough that getting new books out has been difficult. That said, I did finally finish the one I started around Christmas:

The official excerpt is:
“Sara,” Doctor Muller’s voice was close, sending a tingle of pleasure down my spine, “Wake up.”
‹Wake up.›
The good doctor’s voice echoed in my brain again, snapping me to awareness. I blinked rapidly, aware of a cool, smooth surface beneath my body. I was sitting in something like a hospital bed or dentist’s chair, and the room around me looked like a medical examination room of some kind. There were computer displays behind the doctor, and the seat I was in had a large apparatus over me, with lenses and lights.
There was a younger man beside me. He looked like Eric, from my dream about being sponge bathed. He was at the end of the chair, unstrapping my ankles from black leather restraints.
It seemed like there might be something wrong with that, but I felt too good to care. Instead of addressing it directly, I replied, “Good morning, Sir. What’s going on?”
As I asked, Eric finished with my legs and headed for a nearby workstation, typing away at the computer without a backward glance.
The doctor stepped beside me, tablet in hand and explained, “We’re continuing your treatment, Sara. Do you remember us talking about that?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, Sir. I had a brain… something in my brain that made me have problems.” I smiled and added, “You took it out.”
He smiled back and said, “That’s exactly right. Good girl.” He tapped the tablet, then asked, “Do you remember what unpleasant side effect that caused?”
‹Good girl.›
I shivered in pleasure at his praise, then replied eagerly, “It made me have trouble remembering things.”
That should’ve bothered me, but all I really wanted was for him to call me a good girl again.
Muller nodded and said, “That’s right.” He patted the machine over my head and said, “Because of the operation, we had to put a special chip in your brain. It’s like a pacemaker, but for your thinking. It syncs with this larger device,” he patted the machine over my head, “And the pair stimulate your brain.”
I must apologize for the slower pace I've been publishing at, but I'm still here, and still working on stories as much as I can. I really love posting them.

This story is presently available at Smashwords, and coming soon to the others.

Thanks for reading! :)