Darker

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics is also doing a post for our NaBloWriMo project]

 

There are some things I don’t talk about, well, lots of things actually.

They’re unacceptable for public consumption for various reasons. Sometimes because they are simply too personal, sometimes because they invade someone’s privacy, sometimes because they are too revealing, sometimes because there is no way to talk about them coherently, and sometimes because they are so far on the side of ‘wrong’ that they require a heavy handed justification and explanation and I can’t be bothered with that.

My ex boy was a revelation for me. He … Continue Reading

Loves: 11
Please wait...
Read More

The trainer

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics is also doing a post for our NaBloWriMo project]

 

Her breath was coming in desperate gasps, she wasn’t able to get enough oxygen into her lungs.

She doubled over for a moment to rest, sucking at the air.

“Nearly there, ten more,” he said.

She glanced up at him with a look of exhausted hatred. He tried to look encouraging, but it came off as a smirk, he shrugged.

She dropped back down into a crouch, her legs kicking out behind her as she moved into a plank, she lowered her body onto the floor, lifted her … Continue Reading

Loves: 8
Please wait...
Read More

I want you to be silent

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics is also doing a post on ‘subtle cues’ for our NaBloWriMo project]

 

I don’t remember how we stumbled upon each other out in the internet void.

I was chatting a lot then, trawling for articulate cyber-sexers, seemingly voracious for that kind of mental masturbation.

His name was Dana, I remember looking him up when he gave me his details, being surprised to find that he was involved in politics. I never asked about his life. We never talked, not really.

Our exchanges were different from any others I’d ever experienced. Ethereal poetry floated hotly between us, the … Continue Reading

Loves: 8
Please wait...
Read More

Oh, that voice

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics has also done a post for our NaBloWriMo project]

 

There is a tone I didn’t even realise I used when we played, or perhaps more accurately, when I was turned on and tuned into him.

He mentioned it early on. “Oh, that voice…” he said softly, almost a moan, his own tone dropping in response.

I paid attention then. It is quiet, slow, deliberate, concentrated, slightly deeper than my normal speaking voice, resonating from the back of my throat. It’s almost calming, unconsciously designed to wash over him, like some relentless wave of water that simply and … Continue Reading

Loves: 12
Please wait...
Read More

“Are you lookin’ at me?”

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics has also done an ‘eye contact restrictions‘ post for our NaBloWriMo project. As a side note, this is the first true piece of fiction I have written on the blog. Kind of a big deal for me.]

 

“Are you lookin’ at me?” I do my best Robert De Niro.

He is, of course, looking at me. He laughs.

I look back at him, repeat, “Are you looking at me?!”

This time he hears a tone. He does a mental shuffle to figure out what this game is. He shifts his focus from my face to … Continue Reading

Loves: 18
Please wait...
Read More

Puppy play

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics has also done a ‘puppy’ post for our NaBloWriMo project]

 

I love the idea of puppy play though I’ve only tried it once and it didn’t quite work. We still got some fun out of it, but neither of us quite got into the right mindset. He wasn’t really puppy-playful and I didn’t know how to bring it out of him, so in the end it was more about restrictions and objectification than puppy play.

Still, I’m finding puppies more and more adorable. The playful gambolling, the cute noises, the attention seeking, the tricks, the pleasure … Continue Reading

Love: 1
Please wait...
Read More

“I’d hate to lose you…”

NaBloWriMo[SubmissiveGuyComics has also done a ‘leash’ post for our NaBloWriMo project]

 

chainleash

It was still early, all of us in black, seated around the table. Our appearance might have seemed gothically funereal except for the fact that we were at an Italian restaurant: eating pizza, drinking wine, talking, laughing.

My boy was sitting beside me, young, shy, nervous. Quiet. He wasn’t really mine. Not really. But for the purposes of public consumption, on this night he belonged to me. He wore my collar of simple leather, a silver clip connecting the D-ring to the chain that fell down from … Continue Reading

Loves: 15
Please wait...
Read More