Issue 27: A whole lot of new stories
Wicked Bites is out now, requesting reviews
Book publishing news: Wicked Bites is now available on Amazon! Thank you to everyone who’s added it to their ebook readers or digital libraries. This collection houses more than double the number of stories in Filthy Morsels, but with much shorter stories. A few stories were expanded into longer, multi-part pieces and I hope people enjoy reading them.
If you’ve read Wicked Bites, what did you think? I’d love it if you would consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads or even just leaving a rating.
What I’m working on: Progress continues on Obeying Mr. Shannon, the sequel to Training Mrs. Olliver. The events actually precede Training Mrs. Olliver and then pick up after Mark Shannon’s cameo in that book.
In my last newsletter, you voted in the poll of whether I should write something that is unequivocally dark, totally wrong, total dubcon/patriarchal…I shouldn’t be surprised that “yes, you should” overwhelmingly won the vote, right? Some of the stories I posted to my blog in March might fit the bill. Does anyone remember my private blog e, unbound, once upon a time? It was a password-protected blog that I used to test out some ideas that intrigued me but that I didn’t want to share to eenslaved. I miss that, having a blog behind a bit of a wall.
You get two short stories in the newsletter today.
Post-grad Plans [MM/f]
He rode her with short, jabbing thrusts that slapped her generous rump, her buttocks wobbling with each passing contact. He set a lively, rhythmic pace, regular and even. He could keep riding her like this forever, his engorged shaft sliding out and slamming into her arousal-swollen and slickened channel. Or at least, that’s how it felt to Kara.
It was noisy. Their flesh coming together in loud claps. The sluicing, slurping sounds of her sex sucking wetly at his penetrating cock.
She had no leverage to get away or evade his fucking, not with all her arms bound tightly in a box tie behind her back, her body angled at a slope so her weight rested on her front, her chest still throbbing underneath her from how he’d slapped her tits back and forth and devoured her nipples with his mouth after he’d pinched them hard.
“Fuck, she’s so tight and juicy,” he groaned appreciatively. “She’s squeezing my dick so good. Such a fucking perfect slut, man.”
“She is, isn’t she,” Kara’s uncle sounded pleased.
Uncle Andrew wasn’t really her uncle, but that’s what Kara had always called her dad’s best friend, whom she’d known practically all her life. And when she needed a place to stay after college because she’d done a little too much partying and not enough studying and hadn’t gotten any job offers yet, she hadn’t even hesitated to reach out to him for help while her parents were celebrating their anniversary with a three month tour in the remotest corners of Norway.
Living with Uncle Andrew came with a lot of rules for her. Household chores, the regular kind. And special duties she had to perform for him.
This, being fucked by a strange man, was one of them.
Uncle Andrew never introduced them. A slave isn’t introduced to guests. Before they got started, they never even addressed her directly; they talked to Uncle Andrew who spoke for her. They talked about her. Then once they began, they told her what to do, they issued commands, but most of them didn’t really talk to her. Conversation wasn’t what they expected or even wanted from a slave.
They just came around to the back of Uncle Andrew’s house, to the accessory dwelling unit on his property. They gave him the report containing results of their STI panel, and cash, in exchange for proceeding to fuck her.
So far, as many as six different men had fucked her in a single day. It was only taking place once or twice a week. Uncle Andrew didn’t need the money at all, even though he liked to joke with the men that she was earning her groceries and rent. He just liked whoring Kara out to reinforce her purpose, and his dominance over her. He did it because he could. He put the cash in a jar labeled Slave’s $$$, so it was kind like Kara did have a real, paying job, post-college.
It was part-time work because her main, full-time job was being Uncle Andrew’s personal sex slave, which came with regular, daily performance reviews. And punishments, when she hadn’t performed to his satisfaction or standards.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the man hissed. “She’s tightening up...yeah, come on my cock, you sexy slut. Such a good whore.”
Kara felt the hot splashes of semen spurting inside, coating the walls of her pussy. She whimpered as her body contracted in an internal implosion of pleasure. She felt the man’s fingers digging into her buttocks as he pulled her cheeks apart.
“She get fucked in this hole?” His thumb traced the tight pucker.
“Oh yeah,” Uncle Andrew confirmed. “Regrettably, that one’s not available for public use. I keep that hole for my exclusive, personal use. I finally popped her anal cherry and broke it in just the way I like it a week ago. Really had to work her up to it.”
“Damn,” the man said reverently, excitement roughening his voice to an even gruffer rasp. “Doesn’t sound like you got any regrets about not sharing and I don’t blame you.”
“Her mouth is fair game. Why don’t you let Kara clean you off, see if she can’t get you ready for another round before your hour’s up? You can stick around and watch me punish her if she takes too long to get you primed again.”
What Grace Deserves [M/ff]
She tried to catch Kellie’s eyes with hers, to let her friend know how sorry she was that she’d suggested they accept Geoff’s invitation to the club. How much she regretted giving Geoff, a man they had just met waiting at baggage claim, the address of the hotel they were staying at.
I’m so sorry, Kellie, Grace desperately wanted to say to her best friend, for getting us into this...for putting us in this position.
She couldn’t tell Kellie any of this, because even though she wasn’t gagged right now, Geoff had made it painfully clear that they didn’t have permission to speak unless spoken to first.
Any transgression she made would be taken out on Kellie. They were each other’s whipping girls, Geoff said.
So Grace tried really, really hard to obey. To be good. So Kellie didn’t get punished.
Kellie didn’t meet Grace’s eyes to receive her sincere, wordless message though. She was facedown on the mattress, trying to muffle her whimpers into the sheets while Geoff fucked her.
Kellie was getting fucked a lot, because Grace was being as obedient as she could. So Geoff was rewarding Kellie a lot, on account of Grace’s good behavior.
Meanwhile, Grace’s ass was seething from her caning, and her nipples were still throbbing in the cruel clamps, because Kellie kept fighting and trying to escape. Every time Kellie acted out and disobeyed, Geoff punished Grace. When Kellie refused to say what Geoff wanted her to say, to ask for him to fuck her ass hard, it was Grace who got the punishment enema and then violated by a huge plug that she had to wear for hours. When Kellie refused to open her mouth to suck Geoff’s dick, he forced Grace over his lap and spanked her until she was blubbering. When Kellie gritted her teeth instead of begging Geoff to let her come, it was Grace who was tied down and edged and denied until she lost her voice screaming.
That was only fair. It was Grace’s fault they were there, anyway.
She did her best to follow all of Geoff’s training, so Kellie wouldn’t suffer more in their situation. Grace swallowed his cock and had him fuck her throat, so Kellie could get eaten out. She bent over and spread her legs and reached back to pull apart her cheeks when Geoff ordered her to present, just so Geoff would bent Kellie over and fuck her like he was doing now.
What I’m listening to: “I’m Your Man” by Leonard Cohen. His voice has a purring growl that I adore, that almost holds a sensual threat. Very sexy song. “U Got It Bad” by Usher has also been on repeat, thanks to a Valentine’s Day R&B mix.
What I’m reading: Paula & Her Professor by Charles Graham. Bondage, fucking machines, a professor enslaving his student, what’s not to love?
What I’m wondering: Since I first launched this newsletter, I’ve always included aural and visual recommendations because I really love sharing sexy, romantic songs and writing or art that I enjoy. But I want to expand my jukebox, so this time I’m wondering: What songs turn you on? What song do you find unbearably sexy?
And because I do enjoy the polls, here’s one after you’ve read the two new stories in this newsletter:
I looked up the Charles graham books and found them on audible. I started with submission at the circle t ranch cause she has the same name as me 😂 and holy 🥵 thank you for the recommendation!