Monday, May 25, 2015

Slap

Slowly I trudged up the stairs, the patter of rain striking the umbrella I held above me.  It was three flights, three very long flights and I wasn’t exactly feeling sprightly and limber.  A whole host of minor but serious aches spread through my body, most of them radiating out from one certain point.  Each step felt as if I’d been beaten repeatedly, and though those pains weren’t in my arms or legs they might as well have been.  I felt that worn out.

Finally I reached Julie’s door.  I hadn’t told her I was coming over but I had a feeling she wouldn’t be surprised to see me.  It was just before nine in the evening and the clouds had made everything darker.  I knocked, finally under some cover, and I shook the water from my umbrella as I waited for her to answer.

She was dressed in a short black shift of loose material held up by a pair of spaghetti straps that crossed her shoulders.  Julie is inordinately skinny.  Not like healthy skinny, but like anorexic skinny.  It’s not that she has an eating disorder.  She doesn’t.  She actually eats way more than I do.  She’s just got one of those metabolisms that leave her looking like a skeleton.  I’m always worried that when I get on top of her I’m going to break a hip.  One of hers.

Julie was barefoot too and I’ve got to say that while Julie is too thin, she blows the cuteness meter out of the fucking water.  She’s adorable.  Thick, dark chocolate hair, this perfect face that’s half heart and half circle, with wide eyes and this pert nose make for some compelling attraction. Julie looks at guys and even though she looks like a bundle of sticks they want her.  It’s kind of cool actually. I totally understand. I want her too.

She stepped back to let me in but didn’t say anything. As the door closed behind me I grabbed hold of the bottom of the tee shirt I was wearing. It wasn’t anything special but I’d picked it specifically because it was too big.  I tugged it up over my head and both of my breasts came free of the material. My right nipple, as usual, sported the gold hoop piercing and the small, charm-sized padlock that symbolized my submission to a mistress of the Society of the Golden Rose, a group of lesbian BDSM dominatrixes that lived in the Houston Area.  I’d worn the padlock and piercing for years, a constant weight that sometimes drove me nuts, but that evening it wasn’t even registering on my radar of complaints. No, it was the steel alligator clamp I’d clipped behind the piercing, biting into the tender and sensitive flesh of my nipple that hurt.  And it wasn’t like that clamp was alone either. The tip of my right breast was in the same situation, granted without the piercing and weight. A second alligator clamp, the teeth digging into the pink circle and raised bump as if I were a wildebeest at an African watering hole encountering a Nile crocodile.

I tossed the shirt to the side, which left me standing in front of Julie with nothing on but my blue denim skirt.  Now that we were inside there was a tiny humming sound that I could hear well and Julie glanced down to my hips with a slight smile. She nodded and I sighed, but my fingers found the fasteners for the skirt and a moment later it too dropped to the floor. Wrapped around my waist and thighs were a number of black Velcro straps. A small pink control pad the size of an egg was tucked into one of the straps and this in turn led to another pink colored box, this one held nestled against my very wet and tender sex, spreading the petals delicately.




The rest of Breanne's amazing tale is no longer available here on Michael Alexander's BDSM Blog. You CAN find out what happens though, by reading Breanne's "Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 11," now available from Amazon.com!

Sunday, May 24, 2015

A Word About Review

Recently I came across a review for one of my books that wasn't exactly favorable. The reviewer clearly hadn't cared for the tale, and rather than admitting that she deadpanned the story and gave it poor ratings. To be honest, I really can't blame her.  Some people are looking for something specific when they read a tale and if they don't get it, well... there's not much an author can do about it.  At least she didn't say that the language and prose were unreadable, right?

So how can you tell whether an author's writings might be right for you?  Well Breanne and I have a solution for that: Our Free Story Archive.  Over the years we've written a number of stories that we've posted for free and left on the website to give readers new to our work an opportunity to really dig into the kind of writing that Breanne and I like to do.  In some ways, those older stories show how much both of us have grown as writers: Breanne in her prose and me trying (somewhat) to write stories with actual plot other than "she got whipped and moaned."  Porn without plot as some would say.

Bad reviews are par for the course for an author and we just have to remember that you can't please everyone all the time.  And some times you can even please some of the people. 

So Breanne and I encourage you to sample the Free Story Archive. Browse the blog, enjoy the freebies we give (and there are lots!) and if you like us, maybe you'll want to buy a book or two.

Who knows? You might even give us a good review. - MA

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Dinner Date (An A&E Story)

Another skeleton has been added to the closet, and if you are a fan of the A&E universe this one should satisfy your hunger for more.
Natalie is dropped off for her big dinner date with Austin. She only has the vaguest idea of what to expect and gets a surprise when she discovers just what is on the menu!  If the darker stuff is something you crave, and you don't mind trespassing into areas best left in the shadows, then visit Breanne and Michael's Skeleton Closet. Everything you read in there is illegal, wrong, immoral, and corrupt.


M/f, Bondage, extreme, implied gynophagia, snuff

Friday, May 8, 2015

Denial & Consequences

Due to the insanely popular demand for what has been deemed as one of Breanne's most amazing narratives to date, "Denial & Consequences" is now available in e-book format via Amazon.com.  But not only do you get the fascinating day by day descent into Breanne's sexual depravity and the consequences of her failure to edge properly, but you also get a totally new tale entitled "Orgasmic Dissonance" that won't ever be available on the blog. Need to know what you're getting?  Read "Day One" HERE or just get your copy today!