Website Redesign and News

I have hired a company to take over the web design requirements so that I no longer have to spend hours learning how to build websites. Instead, I can focus on writing, which is what I think everyone would rather me do. The good news is that we've got a lot coming and it won't take so long.

First of all, the latest Breanne novel "The Trip" is ready for publishing! I'm very excited. We will be offering the entire story as a serial novel, with two chapters coming every two weeks, or you will be able to purchase chapters individually.

Second, the VIP Lounge is now under construction! There are five new short stories, taking us back to favorite characters like Kat and Angie, but also introducing new ones who will blow your mind away! Breanne's daily assignments archive will be relocated to the VIP Lounge, as will all of her other writings. Her latest assignments will continue to be posted here at the blog. We will also be adding new features for the website, like a quarterly newsletter, new stories every so often, and eventually the CYOD story, which is about three quarters of the way finished.

I still have a lot of work to do and I hope that you are enjoying diving into the world of Michael Alexander!

Story Review: Pay Any Price by T.M. Goode

Holy Crap. What a climax! The tension…I’m almost speechless. Give me just a moment to get a little better control and we’ll go ahead and analyze “Pay Any Price” by T.M. Goode, recently posted at the BDSM Library

Okay, I’m ready now. I had to take a breather. “Pay Any Price” is another incredible tale by T. M. Goode who takes us on a very short rollercoaster ride into sexual nirvana. Let me explain why.

Yeah, its kinda like this, but so much better.

Our tale begins with meeting Stephen Underwood, whose description in the story is rather non-existent, consistent with author T.M. Goode’s ability to use what I term “anti-descriptions” in order to invoke a sense of character or scene by describing everything else BUT them. In “Pay Any Price”, Mr. Goode uses a variety of descriptions about Underwood’s relationship with his step-daughter Morgan, his relatively well maintained residence, and even a home office, all of which paints a nice picture of average suburbanite normality without actually describing Underwood.

This might be Morgan, except for the part about being naked, at least before she is kidnapped.

Morgan it seems is the perfect step-child, beautiful, talented, bright, helpful, kind, and even cooks dinner every night. She is also an innocent. After a bit of convenience explanation about the mother dying of a brain aneurysm which is tied in nicely as a physical comparison between mother and daughter, Underwood finds no dinner prepared, Morgan missing, and a mysterious envelope on his kitchen table.

He opens the package to find a DVD, a rewritable one, and proceeds to discover that Morgan has been kidnapped and sexually abused. The video is without audio, a caveat that seemed a little contrived, but becomes clear at the end of the story. Morgan is excruciatingly bound to a chair sans seat, her private school clothes arranged purposefully for the video, which reveals that her nipples and clitoral hood have been pierced, her sex is being repeatedly and constantly penetrated by a large rubber dildo mounted to a motor, and that electrical wires have been attached to the piercings.

I could swing with electrifying this.

An unknown assailant who is also the cameraman demonstrates how Morgan reacts to the electrical torments, and then even cruelly stimulates the poor girl’s clit directly with a battery operated toothbrush, forcing her into a pain riddled orgasm. A few other additional accessories are inflicted upon Morgan followed by a video taped note on a piece of cardboard asking for a ransom of one hundred thousand.

The note also offers to provide a tape including audio, for an additional ten grand. Heh heh... wait... is there like a sequel offered too?

Through this whole process, Underwood has been rather quiet. He has watched the video in comparative silence, with little emotional response. The clinical but sexually tense descriptions of Morgan’s torment, along with very passionate descriptions of her emotional and physical state is the direct opposite of how the author relates Underwood’s reaction to what he is seeing. In fact, the whole original sense of Underwood carries through the entire story, giving you the impression that he would be shocked, horrified, and maybe even angry about what is happening for this girl that he has accepted, cared for, and loved like his own flesh and blood.

And then we are slammed with must be the largest sledgehammer ever used in the history of literature to disabuse a reader of a previously held notion. Underwood’s reaction to the ransom demand is not that of a normal average suburbanite step-father, but of a sexually repressed incest accepting sadist who wants to turn his sixteen year old daughter into a sex slave.

Huh? WTF? Wow. I didn’t see that coming.

To be honest, it was such a dramatic change from the previously painted character that it floored me and actually angered me. I was so on this guy’s side up to that point. If a child I was responsible for had been kidnapped and sexually abused, I’d be ready to go hunt someone down and put a bullet through their head. But to agree to pay the ransom (and probably the extra ten grand for the DVD special) just so that you can bring her back and then turn her into a sex slave for yourself? That just crosses so many boundaries that I have trouble dealing with it.

While this isn’t the only incongruity in the story, it is the most glaring, and possibly the one of the most damaging to the story as a whole. It means that there are no good guys, just bad guys and the victim. I would even have preferred the story to end without a resolution, so we would never know what Stephen Underwood does about his kidnapped daughter. It just left a bad taste in my mouth.

T.M. Goode makes it clear in an author’s note that he intends to serialize the story, producing another chapter at a later point. As much as I hate serials, this first installment does exactly what a serial is supposed to do. It is a self-contained story, with a sub-plot, story arc, climax, and even a cliff-hanger, all designed to get us to come back and read part two. In essence, if you’re going to write serial novels, then this is the way to do it. I still feel that this story could stand on its own even if the author never writes another word of it. And that’s the way a serial should be.

Everything else is top notch. The descriptions are vivid and alluring. The action is rapid, exciting, and intense. You feel as if you are right there, watching Morgan’s torment, yet sensing Underwood’s dismay at seeing his step-daughter in this predicament. It’s masterful. In fact, their is something magical that happens while we witness Morgan's video debut. A beautiful, perfect, sweet, wonderful, innocent girl on the cusp of womanhood is molested and exposed to the darkest side of humanity's perversions. This is fucking awesome.

Oddly enough, one of the other reviewers of this story complained about the believability factor, stating that it was unlikely a kidnapper would harm their victim until AFTER they got the money. I disagree, not with their assumption, but what constitutes harm in this story. Obviously Morgan is still alive and relatively undamaged (despite all the piercings, penetrations, and forced orgasms) and I can’t quite imagine a more potent motivator to encourage a parent, or even a step-parent, to respond as quickly as possible to the ransom demand. I suppose it could be considered unbelievable since kidnapping for money is such a bad idea in the United States. The FBI gets involved relatively quickly, and it’s hard to get your money without someone seeing you. Ransom kidnappers are generally caught. But I don’t think that’s what the other reviewer was referring too.

I almost hope that the author DOESN’T continue this story, because I have no desire to see Underwood become the villain, preferring the mysterious stranger who videotapes his ransom demands and mechanically rapes an innocent perfect sixteen year old girl. I really don’t want to read about the mental trauma that being rescued from her abductor, only to be subjected to similar treatment from her step-father, will do to her. I’d rather have Underwood decide to pay the ransom, rescue his daughter, but while he’s scrounging the money (who has a hundred thousand sitting around?) he receives another video of even more horribly awesome sexual torments being inflicted upon his little girl, and by proxy, him! It would be totally cool if the abductor was actually fucking with both Morgan AND Underwood. Maybe it’s a former employee Underwood fired, or a perverted neighbor whose hedges Underwood trimmed without permission. Who knows? But it just seems so WRONG for Underwood to turn on Morgan.

This should just go on for ever.

But despite the way it ended, and the apparent way any sequel will head down, “Pay Any Price” was basically a fantastic, fun filled, little dip into the perverted psyche of the corruption of innocence. Wait. Did I say corruption? This isn't corruption. It's the RAPE of innocence, of taking something pure and defiling it. So in the end, I recommend reading "Pay Any Price". As for Morgan? Well, I hope that she remains a captive for as long as possible, constantly bound, tormented, assaulted, electrified, hurt, and forced to cum as many times as humanly possible.

Weekly Assignment 05-24-2010

Monday, May 24, 2010

You will get out the rope with knots you used several weeks ago. Take a bottle of lemon juice and a bottle of Tabasco sauce and randomly soak ten knots for each fluid. Then tie the rope at belly button height and use the ratchet puller to tighten it. Get your pad lock and put the key on the wall above where you’ve tied the rope. Strip naked and put on your collar, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. Attach your alligator nipple clamps to your nipples. Lock your wrist cuffs to the collar with the padlock. Straddle the rope and proceed to walk across the barn with the rope between your legs. When you get the key, you can unlock yourself and get off the rope.

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Breanne's Assignment 05-17-2010

Monday, May 17, 2010

Next Assignment: (Assigned by Master Brandon) You will get out the rope with knots you used several weeks ago. Take a bottle lemon juice and a bottle of Tabasco sauce and randomly soak ten knots for each fluid. Then tie the rope at belly button height and use the ratchet puller to tighten it. Get your pad lock and put the key on the wall above where you’ve tied the rope. Strip naked and put on your collar, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. Lock your wrist cuffs to the collar with the padlock. Straddle the rope and proceed to walk across the barn with the rope between your legs. When you get the key, you can unlock yourself and get off the rope.

Last Week’s Assignment: (Assigned by Mistress Ellen) Find four guys who have never seen you naked and do not know you and ask them to shave your pussy. Use whatever means necessary to coerce them into cooperating.

From the first moment I had a pretty good idea what this assignment was about, and how I was going to do it. I mean it was fairly obvious from the beginning that Mistress Ellen intended me to get gangbanged. I think the whole shaving thing was just a ruse to get me in one place with four guys, naked, with my legs spread. But regardless of ulterior motives, or me seeing them, it was still an order, and one that I was anticipating with a great deal of excitement.

The very first thing I did from the moment I got this assignment was too stop shaving. Normally I keep myself shaved bare. I like it better being shaved. It feels nice. Guys like it and are much more inclined to use their mouth. It’s sexy. And it just makes me feel good. So last week I just trimmed. It didn’t take long to get a pretty decent patch of fur that I was DYING to get rid of. Sunday afternoon seemed like the perfect time, so I got in my truck with the appropriate gear and headed out to my destination.

First though I stopped and changed. This was done expediently at the front of my truck on a quiet back road near my farm. I stripped out my boots, socks, jean shorts, panties, tee shirt, and bra, and slithered into a soft black dress with a really low cut neckline and a really high cut hemline. To be honest, I hadn’t worn that dress in years. It still looked good though. Farm work is probably the best diet you can be on.

So off I went to my destination, which was a sports bar/restaurant that’s known for their barbecue wings. I hope I’m not being too specific here. I knew what I was looking for: four or five guys in a group, having dinner or a beer, no girls with them, and who all looked clean and neat. It was a tough list of requirements, but I figured I could meet them. I already had picked a hotel nearby and I even went a head and checked out a room. It cost me forty bucks, but it worked out.

Once I got to the restaurant I went to the bar and ordered a diet coke. That began what ended up being a two hour wait. Oh sure, I saw a couple of possible groups. But in each case there was just something that didn’t sit right with me. Finally the right group of guys came in. They looked like they were in college, maybe even working on graduate degrees. They ordered their food, got some beer and were about halfway through when I finally summoned the courage to approach their table.

The approach was perfect, as was my greeting, and it got me what I was looking for: an extra seat at the table. I guess it helped that my breasts were practically falling out of my dress. Or more accurately, my dress was falling off my breasts. We chatted for a bit, I learned their names and then I asked them if they would be willing to help me out with a bit of a problem.

There was instant accommodation, without even knowing what my problem was! I love chivalry. Finally Greg (who was kind of the leader) asked what I needed. I licked my lips and said it very clearly.

“I was wondering if you four guys would be willing to come back with me to my hotel room and shave my pussy for me.”

I’m getting really used to surprised looks. Doesn’t this stuff happen to anyone? Am I like the only slut in the world? You’d think I asked them all to strip naked in the parking lot and cut off their testicles while dancing to the Macarena! It took a few minutes to reassure them I was on the level and that I had a room. It finally took me grabbing Greg and Ed’s hands, pulling them to my lap, and slipping them up under my dress. I was of course already wet and after a quick finger fucking and then me doing a little finger sucking, they finished their meal, paid the bill, and we split up and headed in different cars to my hotel room.

Since we formed a caravan we didn’t loose anyone, and besides, I had given the entire cadre my room number. We all went in laughing, teasing, and I was being passed around for kisses and groping like a bag of chips. Eventually I ended up on the bed, on my knees, while Chuck and Ed sat in the chairs by the window, Greg laid down next to me, and Caleb was laying out my shaving kit.

I had brought my razor, my cream, and there were plenty of towels and washcloths. Caleb very thoughtfully ran the water warm and I proceeded to perform a very professional strip tease for my willing audience. Shortly I was naked, laying spread eagled on the bed, while Greg and Caleb moved down to do the mowing.

Damn. That was crude, wasn’t it? It wasn’t the best shave I’ve ever had, nor the closest, but they got the job done and I wasn’t even nicked or bleeding when they finished. I was cleaned, patted dry, and then I was reaching for belt buckles and zippers. I had Greg’s cock in my mouth when I felt another behind me. Since I had already poured out a handful of condoms onto the table, evidently the guys had gotten the message pretty clearly. In moments I was being double fucked, my mouth wide open, wrapped around cock.

I’d give you a step by step recounting, except for the fact that until the end, it was very vanilla. Each of the guys screwed my brains out, marveling in the fact that I kept going, taking each of them in turn. I know that all of them came at least twice and I’m pretty sure that a few of them came more than that. After two or so hours I ended up with only Greg and Chuck remaining behind to continue our evening of wild sex.

Then to my astonishment, I felt something a bit different. Looking down I saw Chuck pushing the handle of my hairbrush up into my pussy. It felt incredible. Thick, strong, hard, unyielding. So very different from cock. He rammed it into me hard and it changed everything. I screamed out my pleasure and I guess they realized that I was a bit of deviant masochist.

Next thing I knew my nipples were being pinched hard, my breasts were slapped, my rear end was being smacked, and I was cumming. I think my final orgasm came when one of them unplugged the lamp and actually stuck the electric cord into my pussy. Oh, don’t worry, there wasn’t any electricity in it, but it felt incredible. Something new for my list too! I came. Hard. Finally I lay gasping while Chuck and Greg finished up, screwing the pretty slut silly.

I took two showers then. First with Chuck and then with Greg. Both were fun and it mostly involved talking. A lot of it was planning our next gangbang, but I managed to avoid anything specific in the way of committing to something. In the end I gave them both my email address and sent them on their way.

Clean up and packing was easy. I really didn’t have anything. I plugged the lamp back in, got dressed in my jean shorts and tee shirt and dropped the keys off at the front desk. Then I headed for home.

So this week I have to look forward to that damn rope trick Master Brandon. I’m planning on doing it on Thursday, but we’ll see. Worse, I completely lost my bid to moderate the assignment to make it a bit easier on my poor pussy. I even asked another dom what he thought about the whole thing and he sided with Master Brandon! Can you believe that?

So until next week! See ya!

Daily Assignment 05-12-10

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We've been Sick

One of the major problems with trying to write every day, whether it's Daily Assignments or vignettes, or working on the Choose Your Own Destiny novel, is that you have to be in a certain condition to write. When you're feeling like crap, sneezing, blowing your nose, or dealing with migraines, it's difficult to set your mind to things like sex scenes. And to be honest, both myself and Breanne have been suffering from spring time colds that have knocked us both to our knees. Granted, I think mine has developed into a form of mild bronchitis that has my wife insisting I see a doctor, but its made writing almost untenable.

Breanne is also dealing with another problem: lack of time. Evidently she didn't consider the fact that farmers get a bit busier during the spring. Now that she's recovered, she has politely asked me if she could cut back a bit and maybe do one assignment a week until things calm down. Being a decent boss, I told her to do as many as she can, but not to fret about it either. So hopefully we will have a Breanne Assignment shortly. To be honest, I'm still curious to see how her last assignment played out.

Have you checked out the redesigned website yet? It looks much cooler and I've made some pretty major changes to the layout and look. The only story still missing from the Free Archive is "The Silver Locke." I could go ahead and get it on, but to be honest I'm in the process of editing it, chapter by chapter, fixing errors and updating some of the writing so it doesn't sound like a four year old with a Speak and Say toy wrote it with crayons.

We're also withing a month of opening the VIP Lounge. I've got one new novel "The Trip", as well as a bunch of new short stories that should be worth the price of joining. At least I hope it will be worth it. We'll see. I hope to get the CYOD done soon as well, or at least if this bronchitis lets me!

So stay tuned. We're not dead. At least not yet!