Unrelated to writing...

I dabble with making animated images in GIMP. Thought I would share one while I take a break from the latest project, where I'm feeling all indecisive today.

Anyway, back to work. :)

In preparation for hump day...

As we all know, Wednesday's Hump Day.

Here's a new piece to hopefully give everybody something else to think about tomorrow. It's called Wage Slave Bukkake, because not every title has to be clever. :)

Here's a teaser:

Mr. Thompson said, “But I’ve gone on a while. Before we proceed, do any of you have questions? Yes, Mr. Kyou?”

The Japanese businessmen asked, “Her compliance is admirable, but is her lack of grace not… difficult? How can she perform tasks?”

My boss put a hand on the small of my back, his touch setting off little tingles along my skin. I wished he would rub me. Instead, he said, “It’s true that a subject’s coordination is reduced when they’re in this deeply receptive state, preventing them from working normally. Miss Perkins here couldn’t be trusted to type a memo like this, or fix a cup of coffee.

“But that’s not really the point of it. Her brain is just in standby mode, awaiting programming that she will carry out in a state that more closely resembles wakefulness. Does that answer your question?”

Programming.

Out of it as I was, I still shivered at the delicious word.

Mr. Kyou replied, “Yes, thank you.”

Another Japanese businessman asked, “What shall we have her do?”

“Miss Perkins is normally used in a one-on-one context,” Mr. Thompson explained, “She blows me under my desk most mornings, and we do more when I have time. She’s done it often enough to process it as an affair in her waking mind. However, I wanted to do something that both let everyone have a turn, and respected your cultural traditions.” He turned from the audience and put a hand on my cheek, tilting my face so that our gazes met. He was so handsome, his eyes the deepest blue. He said, with exaggerated formality, “Hear and obey.”

Hear and obey.

I parroted back vacantly, “I hear and obey.” My pussy clenched beneath my soaked panties, and I felt a head rush. The rest of the room seemed to recede and grow dim. Like it was just my boss and I in the room, and everything else was maybe happening on TV or something.

“When I trigger you next,” he continued, “Our new friends are going to join us for bukkake. You will be the centerpiece. You will participate with eagerness and enthusiasm. You are my mindless little fuck doll. Tell me what you are, Miss Perkins.”

Mindless little fuck doll.

A moan escaped my lips at the wonderful nickname, and I parroted back, “Your mindless little fuck doll.” 

It's already up on Smashwords and Amazon.

Back in the game.

I've been feeling better, so I'm back to work. It's been a while since I had a job I missed.

The latest title is Take My Daughter, Please, which is the timeless story of a girl brainwashed into an obedient bimbo by her mad scientist stepdad.

And here's a brief excerpt:

“… steady at one.” Peter’s voice sounded pretty nice, “And three… two… one… it’s off, sir.”

I blinked rapidly, my eyes feeling very dry. Daddy held my head and produced some eye drops. I obediently looked up and let him apply them.

Daddy asked, “How’re you doing, Mandy?”

“Dry mouth, little chilly,” I said, “But not too bad. How were tests?”

“We’re just wrapping them up now,” Daddy said, “Just got one more to finish up with.” He reached down and unfastened the restraints on my wrists, then asked, “That okay?”

I nodded and said, “Sure. Just want my pants, please.”

The chair beneath me was cold against my bare rear end.

“In just a few minutes,” Daddy said, “Peter, Neil. If you’d give me a hand, first?”

I looked their way, curiously. I didn’t remember much about what went on in the lab, but I knew that Daddy did most of the tests, most of the talking… and that his technicians looked nervous.

Peter swallowed and asked, “Uh, right now, sir? With you in the room and everything? Camera rolling?”

Neil added, “Don’t be a pussy.” Neil was bigger and in better shape than Peter, but not half as good looking. It was sort of hard to picture him as a lab technician, his smock draped over such bulky arms, pens and tools tiny in such big hands.

Daddy chuckled and said, “That’s the spirit, Neil. Go on.”

I wondered idly what they were all talking about, but I wasn’t supposed to speak until spoken to when I was in the chair.

Neil looked right at me and asked, “Can you define ‘spheropygian malkin,’ Mandy?”

Spheropygian malkin.

The words slid into my brain and turned like a key. My heart sped up a little, and my brain slowed down. Tingling warmth overtook most of my body, the world going out of focus. I stared straight into Neil’s dark eyes and replied dully, “Big butt slut.”

I had no idea why I knew that, but I was sure.

“And,” Neil continued, “Can you tell me what those words mean, Mandy?” He stepped toward me, peeling off his smock as he came closer.

“I’m yours,” I replied, voice going low.

As for what the future holds: because of readers like you, business is doing pretty well. I am beginning to turn my eye toward longer projects, thinking about what sort of more ambitious stories I might want to tell. In the meantime, I'm going to keep putting out every naughty short story I can. (It's funny, but I never wrote short stories before coming into this business, now I love them.)

I appreciate your patronage very much. Thanks again for stopping by, and I hope you like the new story. :)

It's presently available on Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

If your story isn't there in 30 minutes or less, the pizza's free...

So, I have been sick most of the week. I do my best work flopped on the couch, but it's still put me off schedule. I'm only about a chapter into the current piece, instead of being busy finishing it off, like I was hoping. Real life has also been kicking my butt a little lately, as I alluded to in a recent blog post.

However, I feel pretty bad about all this, so I'm offering a freebie this weekend. On both Saturday and Sunday, Hold the Sausage will be available for free on Amazon. Please grab a copy, and I'll return to my regularly scheduled smut as quickly as I can manage. I have notes for a bunch of fun new stories that I'm eager to get written and published.

As always, thanks for your support. I really appreciate it.

Playing with dolls

So, allergies knocked me down for several days, but afterward I had a vivid image of a girl being turned into a sex doll, and I spent the rest of the week turning that into a story. It's my longest one to date, clocking in at 8700 words.

And here's a teaser from the first chapter:

“Tell your prospective buyer how you feel about getting an entirely new personality put in your helpless brain, so you can be his toy.”

I knew permission when I heard it. I relaxed and moaned, “Good, sir. So good.”

“Show him.” My handler let go of me abruptly, putting me off balance.

I rolled with it, dropping smoothly to my bare knees on the cool floor instead of trying to catch my footing.

Mr. Middleton’s blue eyes went wide and I leaned forward and pressed my cheek against his very expensive Italian loafer. I savored the smell of leather as I nuzzled one foot, then the other. I could feel his hesitation even without looking at him.

I pressed the advantage, just like I’d been taught. I raised my head just a little and began to beg, “May I show you what I’m for, sir? Please?”

He replied, “I, uh… well…”

Mr. Williams said, “You know what you came here for.” He was keeping a lid on his amusement.

That was thoughtful.

I rubbed Mr. Middleton’s left calf with my cheek like a great cat and continued, “All this talk has me so hot, sir. I need you inside me.”

“Here?” Mr. Middleton asked, “In front of Mr. Williams?”

I glanced up. Mr. Middleton was blushing, but he wasn’t turned off. He wanted to do it, he just needed a little push. I bit the inside of his right thigh lightly, enjoying him tense. Then I said, “I’ll take you both at once. Please. Just use me. Here on the floor.”

Mr. Middleton shifted. He’d obviously made his decision. He twined his fingers in my hair possessively and tugged my head up so that our gazes met. He said, “No, I think I’d like a little privacy with you.” He looked up at Mr. Williams and asked, “That all right?”

Mr. Williams said, “Just her mouth, ‘til you buy her. I’ll wait just outside the door, and we can finish your tour after.”

I shivered at the two of them talking about me like a piece of meat. I didn’t comment, though. I just looked up at Mr. Middleton, watching his face.

His fingers clutched a little tighter. He nodded and said, “That’ll work.”

Mr. Williams gave me a pat on the cheek and said, “Be a good little fuck doll for Vic, Bambi.”

I moaned, “Yes, sir.”

He swept past me, heading for the door to my showroom.

Mr. Middleton didn’t wait for it to close. Instead, he looked down and asked, “He said all I got to use was your mouth. So… can you unfasten a pair of slacks with your teeth?”

I looked at his fly, and watched a progress bar quickly fill. Instructions opened in my pliant mind. It didn’t look that hard. I smiled and said, “Yes, sir.”

He let go of my hair and said, “Show me.”

It's available for purchase on Smashwords. Amazon  and Barnes & Noble.

I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I think this one may be my favorite yet. Not sure what's up next week yet, but I'll be putting something out again ASAP. Thank you all for your continued support. It means the world to me. :)