Daily Assignment 01-29-10

Friday, January 29, 2010 Today’s Assignment: Today is blowjob day. Find a willing guy somewhere and provide the best blowjob ever…until he cums.

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Bounty Hunter or Booty Hunter?

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Daily Assignment 01-28-10

Today is dress like a slut day. Head for the nearest mall dressed in your slutiest (is that even a word?) outfit, minus panties and bra, but plus your ben wa balls. Walk the mall three times, making sure to smile at every man and woman who looks at you. If you get any offers accept them.

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Daily Assignment 01-27-10

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Today’s Assignment: Today is dress like a slut day. Head for the nearest mall dressed in your slutiest (is that even a word?) outfit, minus panties and bra, but plus your ben wa balls. Walk the mall three times, making sure to smile at every man and woman who looks at you. If you get any offers accept them.

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Website Hammering

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Recently, my webmaster went off to get "motivated" so we had a minor delay in getting the new website up and running. We should have a bit more up shortly and I am pushing to get at least the Free Story archive up and going if nothing else. The VIP Lounge might take just a bit longer, but since that will be a membership service with all the new material we want to make sure that part is done right.

I hope everyone is enjoying Breanne's daily assignments. I know I certainly am and if anyone has any suggestions for her I would appreciate it. I'm too busy to keep coming up with ideas for her. We will be archiving her little adventures for the website as well so everyone will have access to them there.

The writing is going well and I'm almost finished with the serial novel "The Trip" which of course stars Breanne. There are of course a couple of other things in the works and when the website opens it will be well worth the trip.

Daily Assignment 01-26-10

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Today’s Assignment: Rubber bands and Tape! Get three really small rubber bands (like the kind used on braces to straighten teeth) and put one on each nipple. The third band should go on your clit. Take a piece of duct tape and put it on over each rubber band. Wear this for no less than six hours. Remove and masturbate.



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Damn. Bacon Really Does Go With Everything

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Daily Assignment 01-25-10

Monday, January 25, 2010

Today’s Assignment: Clothespin Jumping Jacks! Over the weekend I got a recommendation from an anonymous reader for one of the daily assignments. Since this is EXACTLY what I had hoped for (not the assignment but for the reader interaction) I thought I’d go ahead and move it to the top of the list! Here’s what was said:

“I'd like to suggest a daily assignment please. Get twenty pegs (clothespins to you yanks) and a vibrator or your ben wa balls. Go somewhere private, remove your clothing, put in the ben wa balls or vibrator and then put all twenty pegs on your body, concentrating on your breasts and cunt. Then do jumping jacks until the clothespins all fall off. Masturbate to orgasm at the end. Sounds smashing, right?”

Sounds very smashing!



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In the Perfect Position

I can't help wondering where this guy's foot happens to be.

Sweet pic. Definitely stimulating. Incredibly worthy. Note to artist: make your name bigger, I want to give you credit!

Daily Assignment 01-22-10

Friday, January 22, 2010

Today’s Assignment: Today is blowjob day. Find a willing guy somewhere and provide the best blowjob ever…until he cums.

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Now That's A Wedding Shot To Remember

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Am I Writing Too Much?

I can't help wondering if Michael thinks I've taken over his blog. I mean, I know he posts stuff, and I love reading his vignettes, but his stories, humor, and ideas are the true attraction. I'm the icing on the cake. (Not quite like the picture, but you get the idea.)

I've been enjoying the daily assignments. They're a lot of fun, and even more importantly, I enjoy telling everyone about them. So I hope you are enjoying reading them.

Michael has been really understanding so far, probably knowing that my enthusiasm is a product of my overactive libido. Sorry, I'm just a nympo pain slut. Does this make me a bad person? I don't think so.

A long time ago I thought about starting my own blog, but I think that this is so much better. Between my stupid little posts and Michael's vignettes and stories, I think we do an awesome job. Do you think so?

Well, I'm off to put in a plug, and if you don't know why, you need to read the next post. It's just the icing on the cake.

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Daily Assignment 01-21-10

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Today’s Assignment: Butt Plug Day! Grab your bottom plug, lube it up however you choose, stick it in, and keep it there the entire day. You only get two ten minute breaks.

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Silence in the Garden

Photo Credit: A Michael Alexander Original

     Shadows rippled through the garden as the full moonlight filtered down through the rustling leaves.  Massive oaks, filled with the lush growth of spring swayed in the soft breeze as they stood guard over the gathering silence.  In the pools of darkness a black form stood waiting, knowing that the governor’s daughter would soon emerge, her innocent smile and tender young limbs dancing into the moonlight to meet him.
    It had been an easy seduction, her youth and immaturity making her unaware of the dangers of life.  Her father’s political enemies wanted him destroyed and they could think of no greater weakness than his spoiled, doted upon daughter.  They had explained what was needed.  The method was left to him.  He fingered the small red rose he held in his hand, waiting.
    As the hour grew late and house descended into silent darkness she emerged, the whiteness of her dress seeming to glow in the moonlight.  He stepped forward so that she could see him, and she rushed forward, her open mouth wide, eyes bright in expectation.  She held out her arms and he took her into his embrace, swinging her around.  A soft kiss upon her tender lips made her almost swoon and he scooped her up against his chest.
    “Hello, Stephanie” He whispered.  “You are so beautiful.” The white dress contrasted with his dark clothing and they looked like angle and devil, their secret love forbidden.  She laid her head against his shoulder, long brunette hair spilling down.  Her hand clutched the rose he gave her.
    He turned, carrying her toward a small grassy copse underneath the oaks and he lowered her to the grass gently, arms still cradling her.  She closed her eyes as she stretched out, lifting her arms above her head.
    “I have a gift for you.”  He said suddenly, holding out a small box.  With a cry of delight she sat up, reaching for the silver wrapped bow.  The ribbon came loose and fell to the grass and she opened the box, lifting out the tissue wrapped present.  She shook it loose and found herself holding a black leather choker, small glittering stones reflecting the moonlight.
    “Oh! It’s beautiful!”  She whispered.
    “Let me put it on you.”  He replied, taking it from her.  She tilted her head, exposing her delicate young neck as he slipped the collar into place.  A quick latch at the back kept it in place.  She reached up, taking hold of one of the dangling strings that hung from the choker.
    “I think it’s unraveling!” She said, a look of concern on her pretty face.  He shook his head and took her hand away from the leather string.
    “It is supposed to be that way.  It makes you look even more beautiful, more desirable.”  He whispered, lifting one hand to caress her face.  Her eyes glittered again.
    “You find me desirable?”  She asked.
    He didn’t speak, but leaned forward kissing her.  She pressed herself against him, lost in the moist kiss. His hands came up to her back and then began moving downward.  She stiffened as his fingers cupped her bottom, but another deep tongue twirling kiss thrust away any objection.  Stephanie was lost in the embrace, the kiss, the soft caress.  When he touched her thigh it was then she realized she was about to loose her virginity.  Swallowing her fears she took his hand and moved it higher.
    For him, it was exactly what he expected.  His hand moved up her leg, under the dress until his fingers found  the creamy softness of her thigh.  He kissed her neck right above the choker and then slid down as she lay back in the grass.  His face went between the small breasts, still barely formed and his nose and mouth nuzzled her through the material of the dress.
    He moved between her legs, pushing the dress upward and was surprised when she willing spread for him, lifting her stocking clad thigh outward.  The material only went has high as her thigh and he saw the white silk panties reflecting the moonlight.  He bent down and planted a kiss directly between her legs.  She gasped, hips rolling upward.  His hands found the edges of her panties and began tugging them downward.  Her tender and untried sex glistened with moisture and a tiny waft of down curled above her slit.
    He pulled the panties down her legs, her cooperation full and ready.  He tossed the pure white panties aside and bent back down, this time planting a soft kiss on the tender nub of her clitoris.  She gasped in astonishment, her fingers moving down to thread through his thick curls as he lapped at her point.  Her thighs trembled as his hands slid upward along her body, mouth still firmly latched upon her tender nub.  His fingers circled, caressing upward, pushing the dress off her body until he found her tiny breasts, running the palms of his hands across her nipples.  He could feel them harden and then she reached down and pulled up on her own dress, dragging it over her head.  In seconds she was exposed to his eyes, the darkness, and the towering oaks, wearing nothing but her white stockings, the soft slippers on her feet, and the black leather choker.
    She looked up at him, totally willing, totally ready.  His eyes caressed her as surely as his fingers and he reached down to his trousers, freeing his cock from the tight leather.  Slowly he moved up her body, his mouth finding her nipples, sucking them into tight little buds.  Then he felt her wetness on the tip of his cock, her readiness a clear signal.  He saw a glimmer of fear in her eyes as he entered, slowly pushing apart her petals.  A little deeper he felt the blockage he was expecting, her young and tender body a virgin receptacle.  He renewed his kissing, his hand creating sexual tension on her breasts and then farther down.  He cupped her bottom pulling her up, her fear forgotten, her hips moving against him.  As she clung to him, clearly wanting more, he thrust into her body, breaking her hymen and driving deep.
    She cried out, stuffing a clenched fist into her mouth to stifle the sound.  Her whimper caused him to slow, pulling almost all the way out.  With patient movements he started again, building up her need, forcing the euphoria of sexual appeasement through her nubile teenage body.  She moaned and her eyes widened as she felt the pleasure again, her womanhood answering to his movements, now with experience.  Her body trembled and she clung to him as wave upon wave of exquisite bliss surged through her.
    As she began to crest he reached up, taking hold of the two loose strings dangling from her choker and pulled them taut.  Her moan of pleasure ceased abruptly as the choker tightened around her throat.  The surge between her legs suddenly increased, swamping her with ecstasy as she struggled to draw in her next breath.  The orgasm rocked through her as he tugged once more, sealing shut her airway with the choker.  Her body trembled in sexual excitement as she exploded; her back arching as spots danced in front of her eyes.  Her vision began to fade as did the pleasure of her orgasm and her last conscious move was to lift a hand to her neck, fingers trying to pull the tightened choker free.  Her fingers scrambled against the black leather and then fell.
    He looked into her face as her eyes lost the sparkle, her head dropping as he held her.  For a moment he stayed where he was, still joined with her.  Then he extracted himself and stood up, readjusting his trousers.  He looked down at her lifeless body, eyes looking upward toward the moon.  He sighed, shaking his head.  Slowly he reached down, closing her eyes, leaving her sleeping peacefully, forever un-waking, in the darkness.
    Quietly he slipped away through the rippled shadows, slinking through tall oaks until he was once again at the edge of the garden.  He scrambled up over the wall and disappeared into the night.
  
Dedicated to dieinlove2002

We'll Cross That Bridge When We Cum To It

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Or maybe we won't get across the bridge at all.

Thanks For The Warning

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I'm speechless. Nude sunbathers.  Waffles.  What next?

CYOD "Playing Horsey" Scene Finished!

I'm making progress on completing the Choose Your Own Destiny story "The Club" and managed to complete another major scene today.  Care for an excerpt?

“It’s time, Breanne.”  You say as you pull the small footstool out from under the wooden pony.  She takes a shuddering breath, resigned to her fate.  The softening up you have given her will only make her time on the wooden horse even worse, but like a good little slut she steps up onto the stool and swings one leg over the leather bound triangle.  All of her weight tilts to the stool and she gingerly lowers herself down, only to let out a whimper and rise back up.  You move around to the other side and yank out a second stool, giving her equal perching above the triangle, her already punished clit a mere inch from the leather apex of the triangular prism.

You reach up to the bondage collar around her neck and tug it clockwise until the heavy metal loop that earlier held the leash is at the nape of her neck.  A small silver chain with clips from the table allows you to restrain her hands in the small of her back, unable to touch the horse and keeping her back arched and breasts pushed forward.  She stands on tip toe, obviously unwilling to lower herself down upon the device.

“Bre, you have a choice.  Either settle yourself now or deal with it when I yank out the stools.”  You say.  “Decide.”

She looks over at you, biting her lip.  “It’s hard sir.  I know you want me to do it, but my pussy hurts already and I just…”  She replies, shifting her weight back and forth between her legs.  Already her calves are trembling and you know that just waiting will cause her to lower her cunt to the painful edge of the horse.

You reach up and stroke her cheek, leaning inward for a soft kiss.  “Breanne, what are you?”

She sighs, leaning against you, still holding out on the inevitable.  “I’m a slut, sir.”

“What kind of a slut?”

“A pain slut.”  She whispers.

Daily Assignment 01-20-10

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Wednesday January 20th, 2010

Today’s Assignment: Au Natural : Today find a quiet spot outside. It doesn’t matter if its raining, snowing, hot or cold, just head outside. Strip naked, totally and lie down looking up at the sky. Spread your legs wide and lift your arms over your head. Feel the earth, the sun, the rain…whatever. Reach down and run your fingers through your sex until you ripen. Then stand, redress, and don’t masturbate or cum for five hours.


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Legos

Now there's a kit I would have cheerfully bought when I was 12.

Daily Assignment 01/19/10

Today's Assignment: Pick out your favorite vibrator. During the day, anytime you are alone, sitting down, you need to put the vibrator in, turn it on low, and keep doing your stuff. You are not allowed to cum. It doesn't matter if you're driving or at the computer. Good luck...and stay wet!


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Therapy with Dr. Manheim

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A Rack Worthy of Respect

You know, the Grand Tetons are made of granite, right?

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The Daily Assignment 01-18-10

Monday, January 18, 2010

Today’s Assignment:

Find three odd ball objects you’ve never fucked before and do them. Can be ANYTHING!


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Special Assignment #1 Finished

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Special Assignment #1Flashing

This morning I was given a task by Mistress Ellen that has me terrified. I'm too dress normally: skirt, shoes, blouse, bra, and panties, but wear my long duster over them. Bring along a vibrator. I knew what she was going to tell me to do. My instructions are simple. Take a drive. Stop the car. Get out. Take off the coat and lay it on the hood of the car. The skirt comes next, step out of it, fold it nicely, lay it next to the coat. Then the blouse. Folding is important. Ignore the cars zooming by on I-10. Unclasp my bra, fold it, put it down. Panties go last, take my time folding them, put them on the pile of clothes.

Time to put the coat back on, put keep it open as I return to the driver's seat. Buckle up, strap running across bare breasts. I have to drive to Houston and back, stopping once to masturbate in a parking lot with the vibrator.

I'm terrified. I will be seen. I know it. But I want it too. She wanted me to strip at the Heritage Park. Too busy though. I don't want to get arrested. She was so considerate! I was worried I would have to drive with the vibrator in me, or worse on. I probably could have handled it on low, but Mistress Ellen said it was too dangerous.

She has ordered me to post the story of what happens...

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Internet Rules for Submissive Girls

Everyone knows the basic rules for internet sex surfing. The usual blah blah blah about real names, your address, identifying stuff is so ingrained that its amazing anyone can actually hook up outside of the virtual reality we have constructed. But there are some other rules submissive girls should follow.

#1. Submissive girls should be naked when online, at least from the waist down. Yeah, I know you're thinking why? Simple. It gets you in the mind set. It also makes it easier when online friends ask you what you're wearing! Of course if you have a webcam and it's positioned correctly no one will know you aren't wearing anything down below until you show them!

#2. Submissive girls should always have a vibrator up inside themselves when chatting or on Instant Messenger. This one sounds worse than it is. Most of us can tolerate hours of light vibrations provided they aren't directly on our clits. It makes you squirm but still handle typing. Plus it's a major turn on for the doms if they no you're already suffering. It's only a little twist to change low to high!

#3. Your toys need to be nearby. Keep a toybox ready right near your computer. It should have everything in it you will probably need: clothespins, candles, sex toys, nipple clamps, a washable marker...lol whatever. Doms love asking for the list of things in your toybox and it just makes things more interesting!

So...add these rules to your online surfing habit and start having a ton more fun!

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I Hate Censureship

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Progress

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I've been getting a few emails from people about the Michael Alexander Stories website.  I know there are a few impatient people who really want to dig into the new content and I apologize that we're not quite ready yet.  Just remember, the Ritz wasn't built in a day.  I've discovered that it takes a lot of work to organize and put together a good looking website.  From content to photographs, it must all come together in a cohesive manner that arouses the senses and inflames the heart.

Shortly we will be adding a subscription enrollment to the website so we can let you know when things are updated, or you can just check here on the blog.

So what will be new at the website, right from the start?

The Invitation - a complete and unpublished new short story from Michael Alexander
The Abduction - another complete and unpublished new short story from Michael Alexander
The Party by Breanne - an unpublished character short story.

And tons more! We'll be adding new short stories monthly and will debut the new CYOD novel "The Club" as well as Michael Alexander's new serial novel "The Trip".

Just be patient, we're working on it!

Perfection In the Flesh

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The Daily Assignment: 01/15/10

Yesterday’s Results: Be Wa Balls. Wear a set of ben wa balls all day!

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Chapter 9 of "The Trip" Finished!

Chapter 9 of "The Trip" is totally finished!  I'm so pleased with it.  Breanne isn't in this chapter, since she happens to be upstairs showering along with getting screwed out the wazoo, so her new little friend Megan get's to come along for the ride!  Want to read a little bit?

     Megan returned to the table and waited for Josh to make his decision.  As he set up for his shot, she moved into his line of view and cupped her left breast, making her intentions obvious.  Josh’s eyes couldn’t focus on the ball and kept glancing up at her as her face took on the pained expression that comes with wearing seriously tight nipple clamps.  The ball he was aiming for spun off wildly, dramatically changing the layout of the table.  With a rueful grin he stepped back and held out his hand, indicating to Megan that the table was hers.
    With a chuckle she quickly removed the nipple clamp and dropped it on the side of the table.  She spotted her target almost immediately and tuned out Josh’s next comment.  As the ball went in she smiled and moved around the table again.  This time however Josh picked up the nipple clamps.
    “You seem really sure of yourself.” Josh said suddenly.  Megan shrugged.
    “I am.  I can even beat you naked.” 
    “Maybe” he conceded.  “But if you were really serious then maybe we could up the ante a little.”
    Megan gave him a disbelieving look.  “I’m already under wager for this.  You want me to risk more?  You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    Josh held up his hand.  “No, no, not like that.  But I want to spice things up a bit.”
    She looked at him suspiciously.  “What did you have in mind?”
    Even Kyle was a bit leery of Josh’s actions.  “Yeah, what are you thinking, Josh?”
    Josh grinned.  “Well, I suggest since we’re still pretty much matched up, we add a little caveat.”  He pulled one of the pocketed balls out of its hole and held it up.  “For every ball we sink, we can apply a little bit of the IcyHot cream to our opponent, anywhere we want.”

    Megan put her hands on her hips.  “Anywhere?  You mean I could coat your dick with it?”  She asked sarcastically.

    Josh nodded solemnly.  “Yep” he replied.
    Kyle got a funny look on his face.  “Uh…I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
    Megan cut Kyle off though.  “I do.  I think it will be a lot of fun.  It’s still my turn.  If I sink this ball your dick will be burning soon.”  Her tone was almost malicious.
    She bent down, focused entirely on the ball.  Josh moved around the table and waited till she pulled her arm back.
    “I’m going to do you clit first.”  He whispered in her ear.

Want to know what happens?  LOL...you'll have to wait to find out!

Daily Assignment 01/14/10

Thursday, January 14, 2010



Today’s task: Today is ben wa ball day! Put the ben wa balls inside yourself and keep them there for a full nine hours. You can take two five minute breaks. No masturbation! Ouch!

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Hors d'oeuvres!

   Michael and Jessica proceeded through the house looking at the various couples.  Most of the girls were in varying states of undress, and almost all were being tortured in some manner.  Only a few of the senior cheerleaders were “hosting” and maintaining control.  Finally, Michael complained of hunger pangs and the two of them made their way to the dining room.  As the entered the large room Jessica gasped in surprise.
    Erika, one of her initiation mates was bound spread-eagled on the table, surrounded by fruits, vegetables, meats, and crackers.  A mound of cut melon and cantaloupe was placed between her legs and heaping spoonfuls of dip had been placed on her belly.  A row of warm sausages in barbecue sauce lay between her large breasts and the serving forks had been placed so the sharp tangs lay right on each nipple.
    “Now that is what I call a serving tray.” Said Jessica.
    Erika turned her head and looked over at Jessica.
    “I volunteered for this, Jess.  I had no idea.  Please have some cantaloupe.  Its very cold.”
    Jessica stepped up to the table and plucked a piece of melon from between Erika’s legs.
    “Take some more.  They stuffed me with them.”
    Jessica’s eyes widened.  “You mean…”
    Erika nodded.  “Yeah.  They tied me down and pushed the cold pieces right up into my pussy.  I’m completely stuffed.
    Michael picked up one of the forks from off her breast and stabbed a little smokie.  He rolled it around in the barbecue sauce and put it on his plate.  “You look delectable, Erika.”
    “Thanks.” Erika said dryly.
    Michael smeared some barbecue sauce on the fork and then rubbed it over her nipple.  “Ohhh!  Look at that little smokie!” he said.
    Erika gasped as Michael started to poke her nipple with the fork.
    “Odd.  It won’t come up.  I guess I’ll have to poke it a little harder!” Michael said wickedly.
    Jessica laughed as Michael rubbed the tongs of the fork hard against Erika’s sauce covered nub.  Erika gasped and moaned and then pushed her breasts upward.  Suddenly, Michael bent his head down and sucked the small hard knob into his mouth, savoring the taste of barbecued Erika.
    “MMMmmmm.” He moaned as he sucked hard on her.
    “Hey now!  Eat the food!  Not the tray!” said one of the older cheerleaders.
    Michael lightly bit Erika’s nipple eliciting a gasp and let go.
    “Sorry.  I was trying to get this little smokie but it wouldn’t come up.” He said innocently.
    The cheerleader’s eyes narrowed.  “You want barbecue covered girl then spread it on Jessica.”
    Michael laughed.  “All right.  I’ll stop tormenting the tray.”
    Michael and Jessica loaded up the snacks, specifically taking lots of melon.  “I love pussy juice coated fruit, don’t you?” asked Jessica, taking a bite.

Eating Out on a Dime!

I've heard of this!  You get a beautiful girl and lay her out and eat the sushi right off her body!  Of course, if you can't afford a beautiful girl...

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!askBreanne!

When Michael asked me to put together a special column for the new website, I wasn't sure what I was going to write. I mean, who really wants to know about my perverted musings? Aren't reading the stories enough? But I discovered that things aren't always what they seem! Especially to me! I've never wanted to have my own blog: too much work! But I don't mind helping out!

Michael Alexander Stories will be debuting so many new things that I can hardly wait! There are so many new stories, all the vignettes, new art work, a fan forum...so much! Even one of MY stories: The PARTY!!

I'll be handling the !askBreanne! column, a special little blurb where I'll be more than happy to answer any question put to me. Nothing is taboo...but I can't promise you'll like what I say!

The various email addresses aren't up yet, but right now you can leave me messages in the comment section and I'll do my best to answer anything I can!

Eventually, once the website is up you'll be able to email me directly! Won't that be fun?

What Are You Looking At?

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Writer's Block

“Breanne?  Can you come in here for a moment?”  Mr. Alexander called out from his office.
    The red-haired beauty stood up; pushing back the office chair she had been sitting in.  A quick pass over her skirt and a wiggle of her shoulders resettled her suit coat and smoothed out the wrinkles and she quickly made her way into her boss’ office.  A large bookcase filled with reading material lined the wall behind his desk while a solid oak behemoth stood in the center of the room.  A thin LCD computer screen was turned toward the man who sat in the center chair, his hair slightly unruly as he studied the screen.
    “Yes sir?  You wanted to see me?”  She asked.
    He nodded.  “Absolutely.  I’m writing the next scene for “The Trip” and I’m stuck.  I don’t know what punishments to inflict upon you.”
    Breanne pressed her lips together.  Talk about an uncomfortable subject.  She knew he had been writing the story, but usually she just read the script at the end.  She usually wasn’t involved during the creative process.
    “I see” she responded, clearly unsure as to what he needed.  “And how can I help you?” she asked.
    Mr. Alexander shrugged.  “Give me some punishment ideas” he ordered.  Breanne swallowed, her mind racing.  This was like walking a tight rope.  What ever she suggested she would soon be actually doing, so she needed to keep things in the “viable” range.
    “Sexual punishment or corporal punishment, sir?” she asked.  There was a difference.  He gave her an amused look.
    “Sexual of course.  If I wanted to hurt you I’d just have you bend over and spank the daylights out of you.”
    Breanne grimaced.  “I’ve never understood that term.  How do you spank the daylights out of someone?”
    “You’ve got ten seconds to come up with a decent punishment or you’re going to find out in a moment” he replied.
    Bre’s eyes widened in alarm, her mind racing.  “Um…orgasm denial?”  She ventured.
    He rolled his eyes.  “Give me a break.  That is so overdone.”
    She bit her lip as he held up one, then a second finger.
    “How about a pussy whipping?”  She said next, clearly concerned about her time limit.
    “Yeah, like that will be something new and fresh for our readers.”  His scoffing tone was all the answer she needed.  A third and fourth finger joined the other too and Breanne shifted in her seat.
    “Clothespins?” 
    “Are you only going to suggest things that have already been done to you in past stories or are you going to come up with something new?”  The fifth finger on one hand rose and he brought his other hand up, one finger raised.
    Her mind churned through everything she had ever done, trying desperately to find something new.  The seventh and eighth fingers rose and she clenched her fists.
    “Uh…how about an ice dildo!”  She said, trying to stall.  He clicked his tongue.
    “Done to you in “Heart of Ice.”  He lifted his ninth finger.
    “Wait!  Uh…how about some sort of clit torture?”  She asked.
    He gave her a curious look.  “Like what?”
    Her mind went blank and she opened her mouth like a landed fish.
    “That’s what I thought. Okay, skirt off and over the desk.  Time to find out how many swings it takes to beat the daylights out of your ass.”  Mr. Alexander said.

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    Breanne whimpered but obediently stood.  Her thumbs slipped into the waist of her skirt and she pushed it down.  Her white garter belt was the only thing under the business attire and she stepped out of the skirt, the long white stockings going up to her thigh.  She wasn’t wearing panties and the slightly wet slit between her legs was completely in view.
    She unbuttoned her suit coat, knowing that spankings at Michael Alexander Productions were ALWAYS delivered bare bottomed and bare breasted.  It was a rule.  The coat opened and her curved bosom was immediately displayed.  Her perky nipples hardened in the air and she moved to his desk, laying across it as he opened a drawer and extracted a paddle.
    “Sir?  How about ginger root?” She asked, hoping for mercy.
    “Hmmm…not a bad idea.   I might use that.”  He replied as he stood, moving around to the side of the desk to get in position.
    The impending stroke created a flurry of ideas.  “And how about ice in the bottom?  And you could also do chopstick clamps on the clit and nipples.  You could also put a paperclip on my clit and nipples and take a nine volt battery and shock me.”
    The first stroke landed with a painful smack and she gasped as her bottom exploded in agony.  She hissed, fingers curling on the desk and she rocked forward with the impact.
    “Keep going.”  He replied.
    “You could make me get in uncomfortable positions, or bend funny and fuck me silly, or with objects.”  She said, her voice tight from the still fiery heat of her bottom.  It didn’t matter.  He hit her again, the paddle landing across both butt cheeks with equal precision.
    She let out another whimper, her chest heaving.  “Heating rub!  Clamps!  A wooden pony!  Oh please!”
    He let loose a flurry of strokes that blistered her rear end until it was bright red, her body heaving from the burning agony that had once been her butt.  Tears dripped on the desk and she shook, her chest heaving as the nipples swung back and forth, grazing the smooth oak.
    Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he stopped.  The paddle went back into the drawer and he extracted one of the vibrating bullet toys, a smooth plastic egg-shaped vibrator that disappeared into her pussy almost immediately.  He set the wireless control to high and patted her softly on the rear.
    “That stays on high until you bring a list of ten tortures you NEVER want done to you, right here, into my office.  Got it?”  He ordered.
    Breanne picked herself off the desk, her body trembling.  Her breasts swung in front of his eyes and she nodded.  She made no effort to retrieve her skirt, but left the office half naked, her entire body still exposed.  She went immediately to her desk and took out a pen and paper.  Across the top she quickly wrote a few words, eyeing them when she was done.
    “Tortures I Don’t Want Done To Me” it said.  She made a face, her voice muttering.  There weren’t any tortures she didn’t want done to her.  She winced as she shifted in her seat and sighed.

New Boat Model

 I need one of these.  I wonder if the accessory is included...

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If The Shoe Fits

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It was dark when she woke and the drug-induced confusion that scrambled her mind kept her quiet for several moments while she tried to assess where she was.  She knew she was lying on something cold and metal and when she tried to lift her arm she discovered that it was tightly strapped down.  As her senses awakened, she also realized she was naked, a discovery that caused her no small amount of concern.   She considered calling out but realized that it would no doubt draw her captor and so she tested her bonds. Both arms were secure, tied down tightly by her sides.  Worse, her bare legs were spread and elevated, locked in to some sort of metal ankle cuff that prevented her from moving or twisting.  She pulled as hard as she could but nothing budged and she made a growling sound of irritation.

There was a sound in the distance and she turned alarmed eyes toward it.  A beam of light split through the murk and Karen realized that a heavy door had been opened.  Bright sunlight streamed through the doorway, illuminating a dark figure that disappeared again as the door closed behind.  Spots danced in front of Karen's eyes.  She heard the footsteps approach and she tensed, knowing what was about to happen, yet still hoping it wasn't.  She closed her eyes and then jumped as she felt a soft touch on her right foot.

It was everything she could do to stay still as masculine fingers caressed her sole, stroking the arch softly.  The touch tingled, barely on the verge of tickling, but staying more in the realm of massage. The fingers traced her toes and the heel, swirling around exploring every facet of her foot.  As he touched her the sensation became too much and she tightened her foot, twisting it in the ankle restraint, forcing his fingers away.  There was silence for a moment and she opened her eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?"  She demanded.  A small beam of light appeared, focused not on her face, but on her feet.  She could clearly see the bright shiny steel restraints welded to the table and ending in circular attachments, the inside covered in fur, that held her legs up.  To her astonishment, she realized that her legs weren't spread apart.  She looked past her bondage toward her captor, disturbed to see a black shirt and a black balaclava.  Did she know him?  Why hide his identity?  On the flip side it made it more likely that she would survive her captivity.  Would he rape her?  She trembled at the thought.

He moved into the darkness and Karen heard the sounds of bottles clinking and he reappeared.  A small bottle was in his hand and he held it up, pouring it over the toes of her left foot.  She twitched as the warm fluid spilled down over the top and bottom of her foot.  The bottle disappeared and his hands were touching her again, rubbing the oil into her skin, caressing the full length, from heel to toe.  Karen couldn't help closing her eyes, the soft touch and massage, working into her skin felt incredible.  Oily hands moved to the other side, caressing, touching, feeling.  He worked his fingers between her toes, causing her to giggle slightly.

The movement of his fingers became more rapid, swirling across the bottoms of her feet, caressing the edges and the arch.  She couldn't help reacting and in moments the sensations he was causing turned from pleasure to tickling.  She laughed out loud, trying desperately to pull away.

"Please!  Stop!  That tickles!"  She screamed, but he continued, causing her to twist and pull on her bonds.  The table didn't even rock as she struggled, laughter boiling out of her as he tormented her soles.  Just as she felt she would no longer be able to take it the tickling stopped and he stepped back into the darkness.  She lay gasping on the table, her mind fluttering from the diabolical yet humorous torment.  Her feet tingled and she slowly caught her breath.  She didn't even notice him return until she felt the sharp pinpricks on her right foot.  She jumped, pulling back, tightening the arch of her foot but that did little to stop him.  She could see the small pinwheel flashing in the light as he rolled it around.  It drove her crazy, the little pin pricks, never too deep, never too light, just enough to set her nerves afire.  He moved to the other foot, repeating his actions until she was twitching.

"Why are you doing this to me?"  She demanded again as he stopped, once more caressing her with his hands.  "Leave my feet alone!  If you're going to rape me just do it!"  Karen yelled, too overcome from the torment of her soles.  There was no reply but he disappeared into the darkness again.  The sound of buzzing seemed to roar in her ears and he was suddenly by her side, a large motorized massage tool with a round head was held in his hands.  He still didn't speak but placed it between her legs, the vibrating tip pressed against her clit.  Karen gasped, totally shocked, her body suddenly overwhelmed with the pleasure.  Her fear at what was happening merely added to the sensation and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm.  A tearing sound filled her ears and a length of duct tape went across her thighs, ostensibly holding the massager in place.  But then her captor went back to her feet.

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He began tickling her once again, rapidly, his fingers gliding through the oil across the arch, the balls of her feet, even the toes.  It was if he were a piano virtuoso, his hands playing her as she struggled to breath between fits of laughter, her clit exploding in paroxysms of sensuality.  Her mind began to shut down and she screamed into the darkness.  Just as she came he stopped, switching back to the spiked pinwheel.  It's pricking movements made her jump but she was still in the process of climaxing and the tiny spikes merely intensified her orgasm into something divine.

Karen lay there, her body still dealing with the residual spasms of the massager between her legs.  He hadn't bothered to remove it.  Two more times he had caressed her.  Two more times he had let her orgasm.  She wondered when he would let her go or if he would still rape her.  The darkness filled the room and he brought the bottle of oil back to her feet.  There would be a third time, and maybe even a fourth.

Firelight, a glass of wine, and a good story

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Right now I'm drinking a rather sweet fruity merlot while editing chapter eight of "The Trip", a new novel which I'm thinking of publishing serially, rather than in one lump sum.  We'll see.  Right now it's rather fun.

    The young woman nodded and sank down to her knees.  She rolled until she was sitting and then laid back, spreading her legs wide apart, consciously trying to emulate Breanne’s earlier cooperation.  She reached down and took hold of the bottom part of the vibrator, tugging on it until it came out.  It’s curved tip resisted removal, but she finally had it in her fingers.  With a twist of her finger, she turned it off.  She held it out to Kyle who stood right next to her.  He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
    “You are so lucky you aren’t my personal slave.  Any girl worth her salt knows not to give a slimy vibrator to her master.  She’d lick her own juices off first.”  He said, his tone filled with disgust, even though he held out his hand.  Megan stared at him, but then, rather than surrendering the vibrator, she brought it down to her mouth and slowly slipped it in.  For a second, she thought she would gag, but then she realized that the taste wasn’t unpleasant.  A combination of musk and salt, along with another flavor she couldn’t identify coated the vibrator.  Carefully, she licked the long plastic vibe, finally closing her sultry lips over it, drawing it in and out as if she were giving a blow job.
    She had no idea how lewd and provocative she appeared, lying on her back while sucking her own juices off the vibrator.  Every man there had a hard on, even Josh, who after having three of his own orgasms should have been down and out for the count.  Megan spent almost a full minute slurping her own juice off the vibrator before she handed it up to Kyle.  He replaced the vibrator with the cucumber, it’s cool thickness lying heavy in her hand.

 Yummy.

Website Started

Good news!  We are making progress on the Michael Alexander Stories Website!  My webmaster has put up a page now...just a header, but its a start.  We've been in the process of designing and putting together everything that needs to happen.  Here are some of the highlights!

Free Area (Entry)
1.  Index Page - This page will have all of the links to the rest of the site, including teasers for new content and an option for joining (for free!) the Members Only VIP Lounge!
2. Free Story Archive - all 24 of Michael Alexander's previously published stories which are currently posted around the internet in one place - all newly edited!
3. News - Special Announcements, teasers, concepts, site information.
4.  Michael's Blog - Link to the Michael Alexander Stories Blog...which you're currently reading!
5.  Facebook/Myspace Links - Links to follow Michael Alexander on Facebook and Myspace
6. Guest Author Page - I'm working on this.  I want to present guest authors on occasion if I REALLY like the story.  Not sure exactly how I want to do this but I'll figure it out!
7. Reader's Forum - This is also a work in progress.
8.  Store - You can purchase our subscription based story here and eventually, if you don't sign up to become a VIP Lounge member early, it may cost you!  We will also be providing other merchandise for fans eventually.
9.  Michael Alexander Bio - I don't understand the interest, but it will be there anyway.
10. Reviews - Some of the best reviews of Michael Alexander Stories!
11. Contact Us - Contact Information for the minds behind MA

Satisfaction

Another devoted fan of Michael Alexander Stories!

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Jessica In Shocking Trouble!

              April led Jessica into the kitchen, pushing her toward an over-sized wooden chair.  Someone had placed a sign over it saying “electric chair” and Jessica smiled as she sat down.  April made short work of tying Jessica’s arms and legs against the heavy arm rests and legs, securing Jessica firmly.  Jessica saw that a common game of Trouble had been placed on the table beside her.
             Michael sat at one side of the table, gently smiling at her, all the while toying with the four pieces that made up his team.  Another set of pieces lay in the base of the opponent, where only an empty chair sat.  April reached behind Jessica and brought out several items.  She held the first one up, a long, metal tipped rod, fully an inch thick, and shaped like a vibrator.
              “This is a special type of dildo, Jessica.  It has a special type of stimulation built in.  I’m going to put this inside you.”  April reached down and carefully parted the lips of Jessica’s sex.  Jessica gasped as the cool metal shaft slid deep into her well, settling into place, filling her completely.  Jessica watched as April picked up a small black wire and pushed it into a socket at the bottom of the shaft.  The wire led to a small black box with a dial that sat on the table next to the board game.  Jessica could read the numbers on the dial, seeing it went all the way up five levels.
    April removed two more lengths wires, each ending in small color coded red and black clamps.  Jessica tensed as she saw the exposed metal, bare of covering insulation at the endsl.  April grinned as she lifted both duck clamps and placed them directly on Jessica's tender nipples.  To Jessica's surprise the clamps weren't too tight, gripping her lightly.  Then it occurred to her that it wasn't the clamping that would be the torture.
    Once again it was April who spoke.  “No doubt you are wondering what is going to happen, or how this game is played?  The wires that I have connected to you go to a control box.  The control box sends out a small electrical current of varying strength.  Level one is the lowest.  It is just pure pleasure.  I use it on myself sometimes.  Level 2 is very nice, but much more robust.  Level three is intense and very good for building orgasm.  Level four is wild.  It can push you right over the edge.  But level five is kind of painful.  Unless of course, you’re right in the middle of cumming, then it feels wonderful.
    “Michael is your champion.  He will be challenged by a couple, usually a boyfriend and his girlfriend.  The couple will be your tormentor.  Your tormentor will start the game with one of his pieces already in the Home.  The control box will be set to level one.  Then your champion and your tormentor will play.  For every piece your tormentor puts in Home, you go up one level on the control box.  For every piece your champion gets in home, you go down a level.   If your tormentor wins, getting all four pieces in his Home, then you go to level five until a new champion comes forth.”
     Jessica's head spun from the rules.  It sounded like a regular game of trouble, except that every time Michael's opponent got a piece in the home base, she would get zapped.
    April smiled.  “But there is a catch.  If the tormentor looses, his girlfriend is stripped, strapped into the electric chair, and juiced up to level five.  Then the tormentor must champion his own girlfriend, or watch her shocked into oblivion.
    “What does the champion get if he wins?” Jessica asked softly.
    April smiled.  “A bed, a private room, and you, for twenty minutes.”  She grinned at Jessica and glanced at Michael.  "Ready to play?
   Jessica sighed.  "Do I have a choice?"  She asked.
   April shook her head.  "Nope."
   "Then bring it on."

Story Links, Libriaries, and Reviews

Until the website is up and running the sidebar list of stories takes you to the BDSM Library.  Over the years I have found the Library to be one of the best run erotic BDSM story archives on the internet.  I was kind of sad a few years ago when the guy that started it sold it, making it a high value commercial site, but at leas they kept the library open for free.  The only bad thing about the situation was that their standards for accepting new fiction was eliminated, thus allowing anyone to post practically anything.  Quality as been an issue and you almost have to wait for a story to be reviewed before you read it.

That said, I'm going to try and review a few stories each month directly from the BDSM Library.  At some point I may feature them as guest authors on michaelalexanderstories.com, but we'll start here at the blog.