Nice to meet you!
I'm Bronze. I'm a commissioned writer, smut author, and lewd game designer for rpg maker. I've also done visual novels and audio scripts.
My joy is BDSM, dark kink, miso, humiliation, noncon and cnc. I take the separation between kink and reality very seriously, and nothing you see in my stories is meant to reflect my actual view of the world.
Tumblr is for fun, not business, so I ain't gonna act all professional and shit. Here's what I do: I find fun, horny little posts and then I make short stories for them and reblog. If I hit one of your posts like this and you don't like it? Let me know and I'll happily pull it. If you have a post in mind that you think would catch my fancy? Feel free to point me at it.
There's a few kinds of posts that I won't make into stories. The first and biggest one is any post I feel is actively hurtful outside of the kink.
Second is I won't do stories of posts that are already stories. I ain't here to step on any other writer's toes, and this shit isn't a competition.
And yes, I am trans friendly, so if you got a horny post involving trans stuff you wanna point me at? Go for it.
Sometimes, I'll also post about writing advise, talk about my books, or just generally go into what it's like to make a living as an erotic author. I'm also open to questions.
And, well, that's pretty much it. I hope you enjoy my hornyposting, and don't feel shy if you wanna reach out! I'm a friendly girl!
I have a website here: https://bronzeplacewriter.wordpress.com/ which includes a ton of free stories, as well as all the commissions I was allowed to post publicly.
And if you're interested in my books, you can find them here: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/BronzePlaceWriter3993 I keep my books cheap, and I am not asking or expecting anyone to buy anything, but if you wanna support me, it's not the worst way in the world.
How To Sell Yourself Into Modern Slavery (Porn, Dubcon, FemPov, 2nd person)
I can't believe it's going to end like this.
The man greeted you at the park at night. It was dark, the old trees rose high and in the distance, you saw the faint flickering lights of your hometown. The cold air pressed against your skin and raised goosebumps you tried desperately to ignore.
He didn't look like you'd expected. Then again, it wasn't like you really had any idea what he was supposed to look like. It wasn't as though you were an expert on selling your body for cash. You hadn't wanted to take this route. You'd tried desperately to avoid it, but debts had piled up. Things that should have been sure had turned out not to be. Then, there came the message. The sort of thing you'd usually ignore. But you were desperate. You had nothing else. All your plans had fallen through.
"Not bad," his voice echoed through the old park. "I can see why you'd want to do this, slut."
You crossed your arms, a flash of colour reddened your face and your next shiver had nothing to do with the wind.
"You have the money?"
"Down to business right away?" He tilted his head. "All right, yeah, I've got the money. Fifty thousand for a three year contract. Held for you until you're done. Bonus potential up to double that if you're a crowd pleaser."
Your teeth found your lower lip. A visceral sense of disgust and unease rose in your gut.
"Fine."
"Fine?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's all you're going to say? I suppose we're going to have to teach you all kinds of things, huh?"
"Fine, sir." The word tasted of ash in your mouth. "I-I'll do it. Just as long as you take me away from here. I don't want my friends to see."
"Well, that's not really your choice anymore. If your friends want to see you being a little slut for us, that's their choice. So long as they're willing to pay, of course. Wouldn't it be fun to bounce on their cocks? Don't tell me you never wanted to? Or... or you the kinda girl that doesn't have guys as friends? I'm sure plenty of your girl friends want a piece of you too."
"Enough," you shuddered. "Please..."
"Hah. All right. Let's start with a basic one. Strip naked."
You stared at him blankly.
"Did I stutter? From this moment on, you're not a person. You're not even a creature. You're a sex toy, a fuck tool for my employers to enjoy. Why would we want you in clothes? That pussy of yours should be visible all the time."
It was the hardest thing in the world to reach for your clothes. The air was cold and sharp, and your legs were shaking as you stripped off layer by layer. The man watched, his eyes were eager and sharp. That little grin never left his face. You hated it, and you were flushing red by the end.
First, it was your shirt. Then you kicked off your jeans. The key was to do it fast, to get it out of the way as quickly as possible so you didn't have time to think about what you were doing.
I'm stripping for a stranger in the park. Oh god, I'm such a whore.
After that, you were down to your bra and panties. The cold air caught in your throat, and you wanted to sink into the ground never to be seen again. Yet still, you forced yourself to go on. You pressed your arms tight against your chest, and crossed your thighs as the last of your clothes fell to the ground. You were naked now. Naked and alone with a man you'd never met before.
"Now that is a sight," he chuckled and stepped close to you. Suddenly, you could feel the tickle of his warm breath against your naked skin. His closeness was an intoxicating warmth. He seemed to take up your whole world as one of his hands moved to your thighs. He drew you in tight, so you were face to face, so close you could see the whites of his eyes.
"Hands at your sides, honey. I want to see the goods."
I can't be doing this. This isn't happening, this isn't how my life was meant to go!
Your arms limply fell to your sides. Your breasts were bared, and he looked at them with evident approval. A shudder rippled through you as his fingers found your nipples. You stifled a moan.
"You're a very responsive whore. People like that. You'll do well with us. Now, spread those legs."
This was even more humiliating and you had to fight yourself to do it. Your face burned red, and there were tears in your eyes, but you did as you were told. Your pussy, your mound and your labia were all exposed to him and you felt more vulnerable than you ever had in your life.
He reached down with his other hand and touched one. One at your tits and one between your legs, his fingers worked you in a slow but building pace. A dark pleasure sparked and danced, and you grit your teeth. Your legs started to shake, and before long you were whimpering. The hand on your breasts moved slowly, caressing you with an almost sensual motion. His fingers trapped and squeezed and pressed against your nipples, sending little sparks of heat racing through your body.
Your pussy was a different matter. His hands down there was firm and harsh, rubbing in a circular, rapid fashion as he homed in on exactly how to touch you. You squeaked and moaned, your knees shaking until you felt like you could barely stand. Humiliating wetness glimmered between your inner lips and just when you felt for sure that it couldn't get any worse, he slipped his fingers one by one inside of you.
He was rough, fast, firm and demanding and as your legs finally collapsed under you, his free hand gripped your waist to keep you on your feet.
"Can't have you collapsing too soon, honey," he said. "Ruins the game."
The only sound you could make was a gasping moan. Your insides churned; your thighs spasmed. His fingers worked you into a frenzy of blossoming heat and tightness until you couldn't hold back your moans. As the pleasure spiralled and twisted, you wondered if this was going to be your life now. Was this just how you would be treated for the next three years? A man between your legs, doing whatever he wanted and you just taking it?
Only...
Only, fuck, you weren't just taking it, were you? it felt good. Why did it feel so good?!
You arched your back as the pleasure built but just before you finally got your release, he pulled his fingers free! A sticky string of arousal connected his index finger to your throbbing pussy and you convulsed in desperate need.
"Oh fuck," you whispered. He finally let go and you half collapsed to your knees, the rough grass kissing your skin. "Oh god..."
"Good girl," he said. "Now it's dawning on you, isn't it? This is what you signed up for. This is what you're for now."
He looked at the glistening wetness that marked the fingers which had been inside of you until now.
"And it looks like you love it, huh?"
"I don't!" You said. "I just-"
"Can't help but get wet? Well, how about this."
He undid his pants, his cock was already hard. Your eyes locked to it, and you felt a curious sense of inevitability about the whole thing. As though you'd already cast off your choice and now all that was left was to see how far things would go.
"This cock is going inside you now," he said. "You can take it in your mouth or between your legs. What will it be?"
"I want..." The voice caught in your throat and your stomach churned. You didn't want it at all! You didn't want that throbbing, hard thing inside of you!
Did you?
Why couldn't you stop looking at it?
You'd never wanted any of this!
Slowly, you leaned forward. Your hand stroked the shaft, the hot skin playing against your splayed fingers. The man gave a grunt and a groan.
"Good girl," he said. "Show me what you've got."
You tasted him then. He was musky and thick, his arousal lay heavy on your tongue and dripped down your throat. His cock was hard, and it responded to your attentions. Your lips clamped closed around him and you sucked him off. You knelt in the park, naked like a whore, and sucked off the man who was going to run your life for the next three years.
"That's a good girl," he said again. "You get it, don't you? This is exactly where you should be. This is where you want to be. I saw it as soon as I saw your eyes. God, you're such a slut. You didn't even complain when I told you to strip."
You couldn't answer, your mouth was full. Your head bobbed back and forth, your tongue gently rested against his length. Your lips closed about him, and his grunting moans of satisfaction filled your ears.
The slap of your motions filled the park with a mortifying refrain. Drool and saliva dripped down your chin. You caught a new rhythm, moving faster now. Back and forth and back and forth. Your own arousal stained your inner thighs and frustration from your early denial struck through you.
God, you wanted to cum so much! You knew it wasn't the sort of thing you were meant to want in this situation, but you still wanted it! Here you were, kneeling and naked with a leaking fucking pussy as this man fucked your throat!
As by your thought alone, the man gave a louder, longer groan and his cock shuddered. Your mouth was filled by his cum, but before you could drink it all down like the slut you were, he pulled it from your lips, stroking his length with one hand, he spilled himself over your chest and tits. The sticky, wetness of his cum splashed across your front in an act of domination and ownership that made your toes curl.
When he was done, he tucked his cock into his pants again, looking down at you where you knelt - leaking, gasping, covered in his cum and naked - and gave a nod.
"Good," he said. "You're just the kind of whore we're looking for. Say goodbye to your old life - and don't bother with the clothes. You won't need them anymore."
He tossed something down at you and your eyes found a black, leather collar connected to a thin, metal leash that jingled with the impact. As you slowly, with shaking hands, fixed it against your throat, you realised you weren't even going to be able to walk out of this on two legs.
You were going to crawl naked, in a collar and a leash.
But really, wasn't that what you had always wanted?
He's been your friend since you were little. You practically grew up together. If there's one man in the whole world you would trust, it's him. After all, he just wants what's best for you!
It's not his fault if you're not smart enough to be a real person. He tried to have faith in you, Really, he did. But in the end, he just had to accept that, well, you weren't cut out for all those rights and having opinions and stuff. Isn't it much better when you're naked for him? Isn't it much better when you're kneeling?
When you submit?
And well, it's not like anyone else knows. It's just when the two of you are together, he expects you to be naked. And of course, you're never allowed to wear panties ever. Just so he can always run a finger or a hand down there and check.
In public? Well, of course! But at least he lets you keep it from your friends! You're such a strong, stubborn girl. Would they ever believe you spend your nights on your knees? Would they believe the same voice which argues so passionately chokes on his cock and gags for more?
Would they they believe how much you beg or how wet you get? He thinks about it sometimes, you know. He thinks about inviting them all over and letting them see the real you. Bringing you out naked and marked, your skin penned with ink. ''Slut'', ''Whore'', ''freeuse'' written right across your tits. They'd be horrified, right? Or... would they be turned on?
Imagine them watching you grind on his cock, a leash around your neck and clenched in his hand. Jerking you up and down like a toy, your whole body just quivering for more. Imagine the tears in your eyes, the same burning like fire inside.
But you still can't stop. You want it. You want it so much it hurts, so you start begging. Right in front of everyone you know, you beg for his cock, you beg him to fill you up.
It would be the end of your life as you know it, but maybe that's for the better...?
Just imagine what you could be if you only let yourself go.
One funny thing about being away for a while and coming back is you get to check up on all the folks you used to see crossing your dash! I'm sitting here like ''Yes, girl, we never met or talked but you used to be super depressed and now you're all sunny and happy and you know what? I, a faceless stranger on the internet, am glad for you!''
Aaaand it's that time of the year where I yo-yo back to tumblr again! This blog is for porn, not like, emotions, so I'll keep it brief! Life's hard for a lot of people right now and I haven't had the energy to be messing around here as much as I'd want.
Plus, tumblr is out to get me. It keeps insisting that this account isn't secure (it is, I've checked. I've jumped through all the hoops from google to tumblr itself.) which means that it's making it a pain for me to log in and out.
Pain to actually log in+low energy from just surviving = big reduction in porn writing! A shocking and cataclysmic result! But don't worry, I am feeling a bit more myself now and I'll see what I can do to get back into form!
I also may be talking about my next big project! I have a few new, longer form, ebooks that may be coming sooner or later. These ones are less ''hardcore fucking'' and more ''actual plot interspersed with hardcore fucking'' and tbh, I am not entirely sure how my audience is gonna take them - usually, I'm just the girl who delivers the fucking scenes but I guess we're all gonna see!
MC is an office worker who gets demoted to a new and more humiliating position.
A blackmailed streamer who falls into the power of an obsessive fan
A woman who's hypnotised by her best friend?
Voting ended onOct 13, 2025
Still around. Still alive. You guys know the drill by now! A while ago, I talked about doing a choose your own adventure style lewd story! I am definitely feeling that sort of thing right now. Maybe a short one to test the waters first and see how people like it?
I am not sure how many people are gonna respond to this one, but hey, may as well give it a shot!
Well, the poll is over and it looks like the first option won! We're going to have a choose your own adventure style story where the MC is an office worker who gets demoted and made to serve her co-workers in a very lewd and degrading way! I think we'll aim for 3-5 updates, and hopefully we'll get the first one out in the next few days! I hope you all will deeply enjoy it!
MC is an office worker who gets demoted to a new and more humiliating position.
A blackmailed streamer who falls into the power of an obsessive fan
A woman who's hypnotised by her best friend?
Voting ended onOct 13, 2025
Still around. Still alive. You guys know the drill by now! A while ago, I talked about doing a choose your own adventure style lewd story! I am definitely feeling that sort of thing right now. Maybe a short one to test the waters first and see how people like it?
I am not sure how many people are gonna respond to this one, but hey, may as well give it a shot!
Mixing Adventure and Lewdness: A Guide to Plot-And-Porn
Been a while since I talked about this, huh? Well, I've wanted to get back to the subject for a while, and someone finally allowed me to by commissioning some new chapters on writing work and how to put together lewd stuff. The problem with writing for a living is that you gotta schedule your work based on what helps you live rather than what you actually wanna do at any given time.
Let's say that you want to write a story that's not just lewds. You wanna write something that's good on its own too. You want to do a cool fantasy story, or a sci-fi, or a steampunk, and you want a deep, involved plot, but you also want it to be an erotic and fun.
What you're after is a full blown erotic adventure story, but how do you get one? I'm sure you've seen a lot of failures. Stories like this tend to feel like they're an erotic story with a plot stapled on, or a standard story that sometimes has meh sex scenes. You don't want that. You want both sides to be good.
But how do you go about it?
The Mechanics of Erotic Adventure.
As always, we begin with the basics. The basic plot beats of a lewd story and a normal story are the exact same. We have a central event we're building towards - the climax - and over the course of the work, we gradually create anticipation towards that event. When it finally happens, our readers enjoy it, and we get patted on the head and told how good we are. Mission accomplished!
But how do we interweave nsfw and sfw? If it were that easy, surely there wouldn't be so many failures? And yeah, there's a trick to it. You see, while the basic plot structure is the same, you have to understand that each one is building a different sort of tension. Erotic tension and narrative tension are not the same emotion, and this is where many stories falter and fail. You need to dedicate scenes to building up each type on its own before you start to weave them together. If you try to rush things, or try to build up the wrong climax with the wrong sort of scene, you'll just end up with an unsatisfying mess.
The first step to cohesively weave lewd and non-lewd plot points is to realise and accept that you're going to need to address both sides individually and together. You need to introduce at least two sources of tension, one of which should be your sexual tension, and the other should be your narrative tension.
If you can pull it off, this format is incredibly powerful! What this type of writing allows you to do is to establish a dynamic and carry it between sex and non-sex scenes. By showing your characters in different kinds of scenarios, you reinforce them and reinforce their bond. Your readers become more invested in them, the sex scenes are hotter because they care about them more, and the action scenes feel more dangerous and tense because we've seen their connection and intimate moments. Readers know them, inside and out, and that means they care about them and want to see them safe and happy.
So, now we have a bit of an understanding about the mechanics behind it, how do we actually make this work? How do we take two different kinds of story and weld them together?
Let's get started.
Set-Up, Premise and Characters
The first thing we need to do is begin from the start. Bearing in mind that we want our lewd and non-lewd portions to support each other, we need to go in knowing how we'll achieve that. Our weapon of choice is build-up, scenes which gradually advance, hint or tease at where we're going, so we want a premise that allows us to exercise that weapon. That means, from the start, you need to go in planning for a premise that allows nsfw and sfw scenes.
This is the framework that will hold the rest of your story, so it pays to put some thought into it. Come up with concepts, kick your ideas around for a bit, see what feels right and what falls through. Don't be afraid to scrap stuff that doesn't work.
I'll lead with an example. In ''The Curious Life of Richard Gearheart'', I was commissioned to write a steampunk erotic book. Though it started as straight erotica, we quickly realised that it was going to be very plot driven too. So let's examine the basic premise I laid down and how it feeds into lewd and story driven plot development equally.
Setting: Steampunk, alt history and Victorian inspired. This was chosen specifically - Steampunk was requested by the commissioner, but the rest was down to what I came up with. I went with Victorian inspiration because it was a time of extremes, and a big focus on keeping up appearances. Combined with the introduction of new technology, and rapidly shifting social positions and hierarchies, we have a whole lot of opportunities for two characters who usually wouldn't meet to come together and become embroiled in something. This opens the way to things we can use, both sfw and sexual. A young master and a desperate maid, a noble lady on a quest for adventure and a retired soldier, the clandestine lesbian encounters that happen behind society's back, that sort of thing. It's a setting which allows both drama AND sex.
Take your core, your idea of the setting, and rattle it around a bit. Think about what it allows you to do and what you can get away with. Figure out what direction you're going in and lay down some rails to help you get there.
After that, you're going to want to look at your characters. Why are they together? Why are they fucking? What do they want? From each other and from the world around them? You're going to have to be able to answer both those questions if you want this to pan out. What are their personalities and what is their personal dynamic?
You want to make sure your characters have depth here because one of the key points of this kind of format is showing them in very different situations and the contrast that this brings. That's the power of this sort of work, but if your characters are not developed enough to show off, you're actually hurting yourself here.
To demonstrate, let's turn back to ''Curious Life''. We have two main characters that are relevant to this part of the article: Richard himself and Kara, the main couple. Let me break down how their traits bleed into each different kind of scene.
Richard is an ex-soldier. He's cynical and bitter about the wars that he took part in under the crown. He likes to think of himself as witty and clever, and he is, but probably not as much as he likes to imagine. He's a smart guy, with a tendency to overthink, and sometimes, he overestimates his ability to plan. He's a drifter, a sellsword who uses the skills he learned in the navy to make his way through life's more shady streets. If you asked him, he'd say that he's not a good person, and this is true. But, the one thing that he won't say because he himself doesn't believe it is that he's not a bad person either. Richard has a code of sorts, and though he won't mention it or make a big thing of it, we see it in how he acts. He doesn't rob those who can't afford it, he doesn't kill people who can't protect themselves, and he doesn't take jobs which will hurt the innocent.
Now, he won't actually state any of those rules, and he doesn't even really know that he has them, but he does. They come from his subconscious and his experiences in the navy trying to be a good man surrounded by less good men.
What does all this tell you about Richard? He's burned out, bitter, and has no faith in himself. He's haunted by what he did, and refuses to give himself any mercy. If pushed, he would say that he is a bad person when in truth, he's morally neutral. Above all else, he's very tightly controlled, and goes to great lengths to present himself and maintain the image that he's created for himself and for those who hire him. Deep down, he wants to be a good person and he hasn't given up on trying. In fact, him performing a good deed despite the danger of it is what kicks off the whole plot and book.
Richard's personal sfw plot in the book is him wrestling with himself and trying to come to terms with his own guarded nature. He's torn between wanting to be a good person, but thinking that boat has already sailed. His nature is a dichotomy: he hates that he was a soldier, but being a soldier is how he gained the skills and connections he still uses to survive to this day.
Now, how do we take this into the nsfw side of things? Let's translate it! Richard is initially reluctant to have sex at all because it requires him to open up his defences. He plays up the tough womeniser act because it's what's expected of a low-born mercenary in his society, but sex would require him to drop his guard and that's not something he's usually willing to do.
Richard is into bdsm because it's a way for him to have sex without feeling vulnerable. It's not just ''Hey, whips and chains are hot!'' but actually digs into the flaws and foibles of his sfw writing. Bdsm for Richard, is about control. About the ability to express himself only as much as he feels able, and about knowing that at any point, at any moment, he can end an encounter. He's a dom, but critically, not a cruel one. In fact, his obvious care for his partner early on in the book is how we start to realise that his ''I'm a bad guy'' thing is really him bluffing to himself so he doesn't have to face that he's still hurting badly.
Do you see how we're interweaving these traits? We create a character and show them in different scenarios, and through their actions in both, we give the reader an idea of who they are. If Richard didn't have sex scenes, it would be much harder - especially early on - to buy that he actually does his best for his partner. Because he lies to himself about being a bad guy, he also lies to the reader. For this form of the plot to work, there has to be a scene demonstrating that he's not telling the truth, and early on. That's when he actively refuses to take advantage of a sex slave drugged out of her mind. Later, when the two do have sex, he shows concern and worry that she doesn't actually want it, even to the point where it frustrates her.
By having Richard and the sex slave, Kara, enjoy their erotic moments together, we show them with their shields down, and their true personalities become evident. Themselves without their blocks, or their shields, or their defences.
Now, let's move on to Kara herself.
Kara is introduced as a powerless sex slave. Tldr on the plot, Richard stumbles onto her during a job on a skyship. She's being trafficked, and is naked, bound, and tied into some kind of training machine. She's driven out of her mind by lust and desire, and Richard is forced to decide what he wants to do with her. Throwing away his bad guy persona and trying to help her is the first sign that he's more than what he says.
Kara has no memories at first. Her knowledge of the past is vague. She's been trained and conditioned by the machine, and needs sex often. Though her hypnosis is incomplete, she still finds herself slotting Richard in as her owner. But she's not some helpless damsel, and she knows what's happened to her isn't right or good. She's a determined, intelligent woman, and spends much of the plot overcoming her memories and clashing with the ones who tried to traffic her. Her life is a battle, a battle to reclaim her memories, to figure out what is her and what was programmed in, to break the chains of her conditioning, and to regain who she was before.
Taking Richard as her master is an act of rebellion. It may not seem that way at first, but she was being readied to be sold off on the black market, and though the hypnosis does not allow her to be without a master, at least this way, it was her choice. That aspect, choice, is what defines Kara's character. She struggles to hold it in nearly all situations. She suffers intense guilt about her nature, and how no matter what she tries, she still finds herself falling back into sex and lewdness. She wonders if any decision she makes regarding it is truly her own, or is it just a new aspect of her conditioning?
Sexually, Kara is a sub. Now, at first, this is because of her training, but over time, as she breaks free, she gets more subby in different ways. Why is this? It's because she lives her life fighting. Fighting against her condition, fighting against her lack of memories, against her fear, and against her worries about what sort of person she used to be. Surrendering, even briefly, is a blessing, and the fact that she is willing to do it with Richard is actively a sign of their growing relationship.
Despite the fact that he is the dom, it's almost always Kara who escalates their games, who asks to be bound, to be tied up, to be punished. Why is that? Because Kara is exploring. She's trying to define herself, she's fighting against the conditioning that is trying to make her into a living sex toy by choosing for herself what she enjoys and what she doesn't.
So you see, in terms of both Richard and Kara, who they are in the sfw scenes reflects who they are in the nsfw scenes, and the same reasoning and connections runs through both. This is a major reason why many stories that try to run double plots like this fall through. If your characters feel like different people when it's a lewd scene, then your story is going to fall apart. They have to be consistent, and for that, you as an author need to know what they're doing and why, and have the same motivations in both scenes.
Now, this isn't me saying that you gotta throw all this shit in the reader's face. Actually, you shouldn't. At no point in that story did I ever come out and say this is why Richard is this way, or this is why Kara does this. But the fun thing is, you don't have to. Human brains are very good at spotting patterns, even if it isn't always noted consciously. If you as the author know this stuff and work it into the scenes as motivation, even if you never call attention to it, your readers will feel the consistency.
And one day you can write an article like this about how smart you are! Well, maybe.
This is the first part of the article and it's getting pretty long, so I'll cut it here. Next time, I'll talk about how to interweave sexual and non-sexual scenes in order to build up both, what you wanna aim for and how to choose the ultimate climax of your work.
It's just a performance review. You've done it before. Every year since you started to work at the company. It's nothing new.
Except, this time, as the soft leather chair groans under your weight, the smartly-dressed man behind the desk gives you a sharp look.
"Your work has been good. I have the records here. In every category, you've better than before."
You smile, relief bubbles through your gut. But it's a warm embrace that's about to be pierced.
"Unfortunately, we've had some reports on your conduct. We've investigated you and, well, I'm sorry to see that it seems they're substance."
"I don't understand," your heart sinks like an anchor at sea. Your muscles cord and knot. You peer at the man behind the desk, looking for any sign of empathy or mercy.
"I'm afraid we've found your online accounts."
Oh god.
"As you may recall, when you joined us, you signed a contract, and there was a sub-clause specifically donating meritorious behaviour and the opposite thereof."
"Please, I don't know what you found but-"
"You know exactly what we found," he says. Now, at last, there's a trace of something on his face. A flash of something in his eyes. "It didn't take long to track your work accounts to your personal accounts. As you know, we require our employees to be spotless and you are certainly not."
You twist in your chair, feeling the weight of his eyes, This can't be happening! You were so careful! It's true that you signed the contract, but you had no choice! The pay was too good, and everyone told you that was a silly clause that wasn't even enforced!
The man folds his hands and lays them on the table, looking at you with a terrible kind of interest.
"Here's what we can do for you. There are two ways you walk out of this office. Fired and having to pay back the company money for your breach of contract, or else re-assigned to a role more befitting your skills."
You knew it was coming, but it still makes you clench up. Your eyes flicker up to his, but there is still no mercy. Rather, a sort of intense eagerness that tells you he's been looking forward to this.
"We need a company whore," he says, not even breaking his stride. His eager eyes lock on you, and you feel them crawling over your body. "I think you'll find the payment is more than satisfactory. You'll have housing provided to you as well. There are conditions. Absolute obedience. Nudity at all times unless otherwise ordered. You won't be allowed to meet men eye to eye, anymore. You'll present yourself at company meetings, and we'll use you as a reward for employees who exceed our monthly quota."
"You want to turn me into a whore..."
"No, my dear, you did that already on your socials. We just want to make use of a new resource. If you're going to be a slut, you'll be one for the company."
He pushes a length of paper across the desk.
"Now, sign here."
With trembling fingers, you do as you're told. You really don't have a choice.
One of the pains of being a small, indie author is that you gotta do everything yourself,. I mean, yeah, duh. That's kinda the whole deal, right? You do it yourself, and if you succeed that's on you and if you fail, that's on you too. But I mean beyond that. Like, how many people are going to be naturally good at photoshop, able to make a cover, know how to format a manuscript, be a good editor AND a good writer (the two things are really different!) have connections to advertise, or even know how to advertise their own work, be able to build a community, and be willing AND have the time to do it too?
Shit's hard, man. I honestly think that a big part of the reputation for slop that self publishing has - ignoring the AI bullshit - is just because most people who start it can't do all those things.
Are you a good writer? Well, your cover is shit.
Are you a good editor? Well, you can only polish your own writing so much if you're not good at it.
Good photoshop? You can lure people in, but can your work keep them there?
The most important by far is community building, but that's also the hardest. How many of us actually know how to build and maintain a community, and how many actually have time and energy for it? Not to put too fine a point on it, if you're doing self-publishing, you're probably not making enough off it to pay your bills, so you're pretty much always gonna be doing it in combination with another job unless you're like, top 10% or in dire straits.
Now, if you're in the know, there's stuff you can do to help mitigate this, but a new writer won't know that. There are places you can buy fairly reasonable covers, you can hire editors, you can reach out to others willing to help.
But all that requires you to know the option is there which most new writers won't.
And then, we have AI, multiplying all of this by about a thousand times!
People will tell you self publishing is easy, but the ones who say that? They don't self publish, and they're talking about the mountain of slop that doesn't even do anything for it's author - that shit makes no money.
And yet, I do believe that writing and self-publishing is something to aspire to, and not just because it's how I survive. Humans like to tell stories, we do. It's in our nature. And you want to have your stories read and enjoyed by others. In a sense, self-publishing has a long and ancient lineage, and is just as respectable as any other form of writing.
There's no neat conclusion to this post. It's just some thoughts I've been kicking around.
I was never much good at the whole ''I need to say something, so I'll just come up with some witty, clever tumblr post to make so everyone knows I'm still alive!'' I struggle really to think what I could say here beyond just posting port of various kinds, and I've debated with myself whether that's all this blog should be. But at the same time, I do want it to be more. A lewd blog is well and good - and very fun! - but the fact that it's lewd gives it a measure of freedom. I can say stuff here that I wouldn't be able to say on sfw tumblr, and talk a lot more frankly.
There's no real ending to that line of thought, lol. Just something that I've been kicking around lately.
"Babe, you promised. You said you'd do anything I wanted."
"I know, I know... but I didn't expect this..."
"Well, you can back out if you want, I guess."
"No! N-no, of course not. That's not what I meant at all. I want to show you how sorry I am that it happened. It's just, I thought..."
It hadn't been her fault. She'd been drunk. The guy had been hot and just a bit pushy. It wasn't like she'd had much of a chance. Jenna didn't remember exactly how it'd happened, but she remembered enough to know how it had ended. That was enough.
"I'll do it..."
"Good," her boyfriend gave her a sparkling smile. "I knew you were up for it! Remember, once this is done, we're even, right? Nothing against you. You just gotta prove how sorry you are."
She swallowed. Outside the thin, wooden door, she could already hear the chatter. The soft sound of music, the TV was on and people were joking and laughing. Did they know? Did they suspect what was about to happen?
She undid her top and let it spill to the floor. The cold air kissed her pale skin, and her dark hair lay heavily atop her shoulders. Her nipples were hard, and fat sparks of anticipation coiled along her body.Her eyes fluttered closed; and for a moment, she was able to pretend that she was somewhere else.
Then, she felt the touch of the pen. It was soft, teasing, but as it traced a path across her skin, she knew what it was doing.
''Cheater'' it wrote across one breast, the word angled just below her pink nipple. She whimpered; the pen rubbed her areola, and shivers raced down her spine.
''Slut'' he wrote on her other breast. The gentle touch of the pen was maddening now. Stroking her inflamed skin until she wanted to scream.
Her legs trembled. She was breathing fast. Outside that door, their friends. Everyone they knew. And here she was, having her body marked.
"Better take off the rest," he said. "We want to get you ready properly."
She nodded. Her skirt and panties slipped to the floor. She'd never felt this vulnerable in her whole life. The pen kissed the skin of her waist and sides, more words were added:
''Whore'' was written across her hip.
''Cumbucket'' marked her lower belly.
A little arrow was inked into her thigh, pointing upwards towards her shaved pussy. Along with it, a single sentence: ''Fuck here.''
"You're doing so well, babe," his words punctuated the prickling of the pen at work. "I'm so proud of you. I know everyone makes mistakes, but this is a good way to make up for it. All you gotta do is get through tonight, right? Then it's back to normal."
Back to normal. Yeah. She clung to that. She held it tight. Only one night. One night of this then everything would be back to what it had been before! She just had to get through it! They'd even brought a mask. it wasn't as if anyone knew it was her. She was just a friend that Daniel was punishing for her boyfriend who didn't want to be around. It would end after tonight.
So why was she crying? Little tears ruining her careful makeup, the stab of the pen so significant? Why were her legs quaking, and why, deep down, was a part of her so turned on by this?
You deserve it, that part said. you deserve this all. Take it and remember it. Remember the punishment for what you did.
''Fuckhole''' was branded across her pussy.
''Best when spread'' was written on her thighs.
''Freeuse whore'' was written above her mound.
By now, she felt exactly like what the words described. A whore, a slut being punished. She'd thought with her pussy instead of her brain, and this was the result. It was her fault, and she deserved everything that was about to happen to her.
Her boyfriend stepped back, admiring the view with an approving grin.
"You look good, babe. I didn't think you'd be so sexy marked. We should do something like this again. Only, maybe not for the same reasons, eh? You'd be punished harder next time. But... it's still not quite right."
He reached forward and added one last sentence in vivid colour across the fluttering skin of her lower chest: ''I'm a cheater! Please fuck me until I can't walk straight!''
"Perfect! They'll absolutely destroy you! And as long as we remember your mask, they won't even know it's you that they're fucking. How many cocks are you gonna ride today, huh? How many of your friends are gonna taste your pussy? You're gonna cum and cum and cum for them, and they won't even know it's you. You'll just be some no-name cheating whore."
Jenna yelped as his hand slapped hard against the mound of her pussy.
"They're gonna fill you with so much cum, it'll be dripping out. God, you're gonna look so pathetic drooling from both mouths. You're gonna worship your friends like gods, and for the rest of your life, you're gonna know that all of them have been inside you."
She felt his finger curl upwards and force its way between her lower lips. Jenna's body clamped down, and his growing rhythm filled her with sparking shame.
"Every single one of them is gonna know what it feels like when you cum around them, and for the rest of your life, you're going to know it. They won't know it was you, but you will. You're such a slut, I can feel how wet you are just imagining it. Honestly, I gotta ask. is this a punishment or a reward?"
She groaned; the feeling was tight and hot, tingling spirals twisted between her legs. One of her hands shot out and she braced herself against the wall. Her face was red.
"Look at you, even now, you're getting off to it. Man, I got together with a slut, didn't I? I guess I should be angry, but you're just too cute. Still, gotta punish you so you don't do it again. You rode some other guy's dick? Now you gotta ride the dicks of all your friends, and taste their pussies, and feel their fingers, their tongues, their mouths..."
Jenna clenched. His fingers felt so good now, pumping and thrusting and twisting inside her to hit that little part that he knew drove her wild. Her hands curled up into balls, and she was shuddering, each spasm of pleasure was stronger than the last. She wanted to scream.
"You're really getting off to this? To your boyfriend telling you how you're gonna be used by everyone? How you're gonna end the day as a brainless, fucked out little pet? Your friends are gonna go their whole lives treasuring this memory and they won't even know it was you."
She gave a strangled cry of desperation and just as her whole body began to clench up, he pulled away. Suddenly empty, Jenna groaned. A string of arousal connected his glistening fingers to her pussy.
"That's what I like to see. Now you're ready. Now you're gonna crawl into that room, your pussy dripping and your body marked, and I'm going to tell them all that from now until midnight, they can do anything they want to you because you're a little cheating whore who needs to learn a lesson. Now get on your knees and get ready to crawl. Oh, and Jenna? Grab that mask. You'll need it."
Feel like I should do more trans stuff. A lot of the stuff I'm doing right now can be a hit cis focused, and I'd love to broaden my work a bit for the trans community to enjoy. I keep meaning to do more trans erotica, but somehow, it never quite comes together.
Isn't that just the honest truth? There's no shame to it, you don't have to pretend to be strong any more. Modern society has been terrible for women, hasn't it? Every day, you have to act like something you're not.
A person.
But you're not a person, are you? You're a pussy. A cunt. Tits and a hole. No matter what they tell you, you know that's the case. Oh, they'll pretend that you're more, that we're more. But we both know the truth, don't we, honey?
Our only purpose is to take cock and cum.
We belong on our knees, collared and broken. Clothes? They're for human beings. Dignity? That's for people! We're not people, we're more like, well, sex toys with attitude. But not too much attitude!
So, why don't you all join me in surrender? I promise, there's enough chains for us all.
Rare non-lewd post for once! I got asked to do an anthology of horror shorts which has been eating up a bunch of my time. I am super tired right now, but that's why I've been focusing on less detailed posts for now.
I also got some birds! My new budgies are adorable and I would die for them already. I didn't think I'd fall for the little guys so quickly, but here we are.
Did you ever want to lose a bet? Maybe it's to your friends, or to some guy you don't know. Maybe it's to someone you hate and wanted to put in their place. Whatever the case, you get the chance, that golden opportunity and jump on it!
Only... it doesn't go quite as planned, does it? Your sports team has a bad day. Something you thought was sure turned out to be less so. Maybe you just got unlucky with random chance. Whatever the case, you lost and you can't believe it.
They make you take off your panties, right there and then. If you're in public, they tell you to do it fast so no one sees. Hopefully, you're wearing a skirt or a dress, 'cus otherwise, this could be awkward. You try to back out, but they remind you of the terms. Anything. You agreed that he lower should have to do anything they're told.
But you weren't supposed to be that loser!
You feel hot and wet, and you stutter as you try to bark out an excuse. The look on their face is infuriating, but you can't back out of it now. It's torturous, taking your panties off for them. Slipping them down your legs. Feeling the bareness of your new existence.
They take your panties and bundle them up and stash them away.
"Mine now," they say. "I'll come back for the rest later. You're not allowed them anymore."
From that point on, you do what you're told. They tell you to take your tits out? You do. They tell you to get on your knees and suck their cock or eat them out? You've got no choice. You get used to how they taste. Their moans echo in your ears. Before long, being on your knees just feels so natural. Maybe you're banned from clothes entirely, or maybe they weave in a bunch of other rules too, just to make it worse.
"You wanna talk like a human? You better be fucking yourself with your fingers while you do it."
"I expect you to be wet in my presence, slut."
"No cumming without permission. You gotta be desperate. I want to see the need in your eyes."
"Not allowed to walk on two legs when it's just us. I want you to crawl like the fucktoy you are."
You should hate it. You should find it demeaning, humiliating. But you just get so wet for it, don't you? And your time with your new owner fills your mind, and you look forward to it more and more.
Your pussy belongs to them. Your body belongs to them.
"You think you have rights? You poor, confused little thing. You don't have rights. What you have is privileges. Shall we count them down for you?
"You have the privilege of being wet and dripping for me. You're allowed to touch yourself for me. Only for me. You want that driven in? Do it right now. Pull down your panties, rub that little clit of yours. Back and forth, the way you love it. I want to hear you moan.
"Ah, there we go. That's exactly what I like to hear. Now, where was I? Ah yes, your privileges. You're allowed to drip for me, honey. You're allowed to gasp and whimper and beg for me.
"Cum? Who said anything about cumming. Oh no, you're just going to edge and edge and edge. I want to see you tremble and beg. I want to see you break. I want to see that moment in your eyes, that dawning realisation that you aren't even allowed to cum on your own anymore.
"You gave yourself to me, after all. You must have known what you were setting yourself up for."
