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As I mentioned previously, some trolls just wore me down and I eventually gave up on Mary Christmas.
I wanted to write a Christmas story that starts off in a bad situation, where the main character says "It was the BEST worst thing that ever happened to us"
In the end, everyone got what they needed, not necessarily what they wanted. It was going to have some ups and downs and a very satisfying thrashing of what may have seemed like the villain of this story.
I had 18 chapters completed, just needed to edit the last 4 and write about 5 more.
I gave up on the story - feeling particularly dreadful about the attacks of trolls - whose opinions SHOULD mean nothing. I just fed them.
When a troll leaves a flaming bag of their gibberish on your door step, you can ignore it -or you can step on it to put it out. Either way it is still there.
In addition, despite my polite request not to vote on the story until at least Chapter 7 - trolls bombed the hell out of it on Chapter 1, making it close to a 5.0 -because the voting system is more punitive than it is helpful at that stage.
Anyway, a dear friend of mine OmegaPet agreed as a Christmas Present to me to re-publish it and write his own ending.
https://storiesonline.net/n/41970/mary-s-nude-christmas
He's actually been an advocate of many changes to the set up, but chose to keep it just the way it was through Chapter 13. I gave him permission to change any of those things.
The story would have still worked if the parents reaction hadn't been so strong, or if Joy's wedding reception scene hadn't been so wild.
However, he kept it as is.
What he did not do was take the 4 chapters of discussion about what they learned from being placed on restriction and the parents new rules.
I had a whole arc in which things like a special healthy diet for the girls would slim Joy down - she's a rolly-poly jolly girl with a pretty face and huge knockers. There was quite a few rules in there that would turn out to be beneficial.
I shared with him some ideas regarding the villain not being a villain at all - but someone who had been just as manipulated by the man who screwed over his mom before she met his step-dad and his own path of redemption that would have been difficult, and my reasons behind some of the foreshadowing I had done.
However, (and with my full blessing) he is taking it down an entirely different path. If Chapter 13 and Chapter 14 seem like a strange transition and a different narrative voice;
Examples: The girls talking about new rules in chapter 13 - dreading it and writing up ideas, and suddenly the parents say basically "no new rules, okay everything stays the same and everyone shrugs and lets it drop."
-it's because he owns the story and he is taking it the way he wants to take it.
It's kind of like with the fantastic TV series "Hell on Wheels".
Anson Mount is the lead - he's Captain Pike in the new Star Trek TV series - one of my favorite actors and I love everything he is in.
At first, Hell on Wheels this rollicking death-dealing/gritty mobile town setting up in the wilderness and then the change producers/directors and suddenly it's more like Little House on the Prairie and focused on the town prostitute Eva and suddenly the lovable Irish hobbits with the picture show business are the Boston Stranglers - it's the same show, just a different take.
That's what happened - we changed directors. Omega also writes softer than I do - admittedly so. I don't have any creative direction/input into where it's going outside of I think an iteration of me makes a cameo in the story a little later on.
I've been doing that a lot lately. I am like Stan Lee. I like to just stop into a story, wave hello, deliver a Fed Ex package and get the hell out, some times.
I am just as curious as you are where Mary Christmas 2.0 AKA Mary's Nude Christmas" is going,g and I give my full blessing and thanks to the author/my friend for writing it.
I really did not expect the outpouring of support yesterday from SOL. I had no less than 20 responses to my blog post - and it means a lot more than you may realize.
This has been a tough year, laid off around Christmas and health Issues, and yesterday I reached my boiling point when trolls just bombarded me with negativity.
It wasn't even here. I have been posting on another forum where the Legendary Hooked6 posts his amazing stories. He's like Vulgus to me - old school, classy, bad-ass author.
I've even bragged in my blog about how "positive and encouraging they are" and 99.99% of them are. However, the last two days that.01% really got under my skin.
What I liked about that site was I don't have to bother Lajeez to upload my story and wait a few hours only to discover yet another tweak I want to make in the meantime.
I can post my early draft, get feedback, and then edit myself and incorporate it.
It was working great, until the I encountered the "Internet Dickward Formula" (IDF)
IDF = Incel + Loneliness + Anonymity/Failure * Lack of Any redeeming value.
An Incel showed up on all three of my active stories and began to post after each chapter "Hey Bro, your story is stupid and boring"
And when I dared to advise him what the other 99.99% of us do when we don't like a story "You could also not saying and just read something else"
Oh dear, his little fee-fees got hurt, and that's when the private messages started, and once I figured out how to "foes list" him where I can't read his post, but he can read mine - did he stop?
Nope, mods will let him crap all over every story, so he pulled out his sock puppet.
I'd put hours of work into writing and revising these stories, carefully listening to people's feedback, only to have this jackass write his horse shit all over my story. It's not like here, it's like a true message board. So that means people have to wade through all his negative comments decrying my harassment for wanting to "Censor" his valuable feedback by suggesting he not say anything and just move on.
I even took the time (pointlessly) to explain the difference between trolling and what actual constructive feedback was. It just made me look as bad as him because I engaged him.
As much as I loved that forum, I pulled up stakes, deleted every story (kinda) I had in flight, left a note with links to the other authors he was doing this to as well and gave up. I let him "Win" because the mods had obviously surrendered to his jack ass a long time ago.
I know the mods read the forum, because when I first started I was a little overzealous and green, and I was posting updates to my story more than once a day. The rules don't say you can't but they politely told me to wait, and so I did - often saving up several chapters so I only bumped my post once.
I had three stories in development, among them was Mary Christmas (much maligned here as well), Nude Rules and a very recent one with no name.
This guy ruined the taste in my mouth for these stories to the point I don't feel like continuing them.
Mary Christmas - This story really should have been called "The Best Worst Thing That Ever Happened to Me"
It's a Christmas story, where the girls end up on restriction for something they didn't do (the worst thing) but it ends up with them growing closer to their family, the main character understanding herself and her sister much better, the bad guy getting his ass kicked and a redemption arc that is going to put him through the ringer, and best of all she meets the guy she will eventually consider her soul mate.
But..the people who read chapter one thought it was "too mean" just like Fixitman. The villain has to win a little in the start so their fall is better. I can picture them walking out of Star Wars in the first few minutes. "WTF? Darth Vader captured the princess? This is horrible! Blew Up Alderaan! This guy George Lucas is an asshole."
The next Nude Rules - what a celebration of the concept of the "Embaressed nude female" stories on that forum. I have no BDSM, everybody is having a great time. The elder sister wants to establish a "nudist household" and recruits her siblings to work out what the rules should be before going to the parents. She also gets off on humiliation (Secretly) that doesn't mean she can't be embarrassed - it means she seeks it out sometimes and has a high tolerance for it.
I have 29 chapters with no ending. It seemed like people there were grooving on it - but Fixitman said it was boring and sucky, and since the Mods let him do whatever he likes, he can say it after each and every chapter I post.
Then yesterday, I had this epiphany - I went back to the glory days of 1984 when I was young and so wet behind the ears that I didn't know what a wet pussy was.
I got to live through the eyes of an alter-ego that wasn't quite me, and write a cross-over of one of my favorite stories on this site - Keeping the Babysitter in Line.
https://storiesonline.net/s/26845/keeping-the-babysitter-in-line
It's set in the same place/time frame. The difference is this character has led a very sheltered life, despite growing up in a household that has a structured gender roles (girls do chores, boys don't) it's not like my normal "Everyone is naked and collared" type stories. I wanted it to be more softcore.
"Dude, no embarrassed females, no nudity!" Fixitman decries after reading the first chapter.
I had caveated everything with this was a slow build story and the family wasn't very hardcore.However, they don't let girls wear panties (they don't want them fighting over whose panties are whose) and in the very first chapter when one of the girls speaks over Dad while he is talking at the table, he makes her stand up and "Panty Check" by lifting her skirt up and eating standing up/with her ass out.
It was definitely heavily influenced not only by the nostalgia from early days, but also the stories there about embarrassed nude females.
But sure, it's not good enough for Fixitman, let me change everything!! (nope)
So, he left this bad taste in my mouth about the stories. I am not feeling writing them. I came here and posted a vent about it (not as detailed as this one)
Ironically, the place I fled (SOL) because I said the community can be very toxic was incredibly supportive. 20+ responses from people who admittedly may not have read "Mary Christmas" but overwhelming understood that I needed some kind words.
Thank you for that.
A long time friend, OmegaPet offered to rewrite and publish Mary Christmas/finish it as a Christmas Present to me. I was thrilled that he'd do that. Thank you so much OmegaPet. I recommended he call it "Nude Christmas" or something beside Mary Christmas as the story was immediately downvoted here when I posted chapter one.
I had wrote in comments "Please do not vote until chapter one" but you know trolls like fixitman exist here, and downvote they did. It started with a 4.9
I have a lot of stories - I think that score is a bit unfair. The voting here is one of my least favorite things about this site because it's mostly punitive.
I didn't write a femdom story, but woe be it to any new author who writes a cross-dressing, femdom, FLR, or trans friendly story. The trolls will do them what Fixitman did to me because they must protect their virginity/tiny pp, I guess.
Anyway, The Christmas Miracle was not only people here proved that most of us aren't like Fixitman and came out to support me -giving up their time to write to me. That means more than you realize to me.
OmegaPet agreed to re-publish it. I've given him carte blanche to soften it. There are a lot of things that could still work. I just wanted it to be an adrenaline rush.
https://storiesonline.net/a/omegapet-58
If you haven't see their stories, check them out. This story is definitely a departure from some of the others things OP has written.
I don't know that I could even be here with OP. He tirelessly helps me check my story over for continuity and correct my many, many mistakes.
We don't always agree on some things, but a good friend, indeed.
For some housekeeping news: I have some NIS:Breeder Program and New Foal coming your way soon! The NIS Story has over 120,000 reads, putting it the most read story of mine of all time. Keep in mind though that is divided amongst the 72 chapters. There are only a few chapters left. It's still a juggernaut.
I also went through and looked at my old stories. These should NOT be resurrected. These are all old stories that I decided to clean off the site. They get a fraction of the views. I wrote these before I even had spell check/MS Word;
Very few people go back to an author's back catalog and tend to only read the latest stuff. I am kind of glad they didn't. These are a little cringe to read now that I've progressed several years later.
Here is what was cut;
Reba - I've ALWAYS thought the Reba show was perfect for fan fiction. Reba is so sassy, and her tall, cheerleader daughter is such a bimbo.
This was one of the first stories I wrote when I started and it sucks. I may do a Christmas version of this story. I don't know if people even remember this show.
Dear Diary: Hello, It's Me, Jan!
This is another oldie that needs to be burned. It's a Brady Bunch fanfiction with Jan as middle child trying to get noticed/doing whatever it takes to standout with a sexpot older sister and a cutie-pie little sister - including flashing those Jan pointy- tits.
It's a great idea, but really poorly written and embarrassing for all the wrong reasons. Bye Jan, sorry aboutcha. There is always George Glass.
Kinky Nights
I got this stupid dice game "Kinky Nights" for Christmas at a gift exchange. You roll the dice and jerk off or whatever it says. One dice is a position and the other is a body part.
I was going through a phase where I wanted to do some short stories. I am not good at those. I craft people and worlds and breathe life into them.
I hate short stories for the same reason I am poor at writing them.I failed to make the case for why people should care about this couple, and who they really were. It's a kinky story about the dice, but the dice were loaded or something. I can't remember the twist. I know I would not have written it straight like just a regular game of dice.
This story was so unpopular, that a single chapter of New Foal:
https://storiesonline.net/n/36875/the-new-foal-a-pony-girl-story
Gets more reads in a week than this story had in years.
Modern Family: Phil's Birthday Present
This was a collaboration gone horribly wrong. A round robin story where one author writes some and another one can be fun if there are ground rules so it doesn't get absurd. As an author what bores me most is when I know how it's going to end. It adds some suspense to work with another author.
This one was disjointed, and it was time to go. This was based on another great TV show for these kinds of stories - but it just really sucked.
Blind Date for Prom
This was a spin off of "Do you have a Big Dick, why not?" that was based on a very hot idea; What if you had a blind date, and you arrived and the parents had their daughter naked, blindfolded, cuffed and waiting in the living room.
"He's here! I bet you want to see him, don'tcha?"
"uh-huh" she mumbles excitedly over the gag.
I'd have done a much better job writing a very implausible yet erotic scene like this if I did it now.
Day in the Life: Female Led Household
These next two were well written, fairly short, but they had Femdom and that's a big no-no to incels like Fixitman. I just released that back into the ether from which they came.
The "Day in the Life" story - I just wanted to tell a simple story about a female led marriage, where if you switched the women characters with the men and read it again, it would probably sound "normal" to you.
"Boys being taught to do laundry, while the daughters go and play? What topsy turvy twilight zone is this!?"
It's really the entire premise - how can you have a healthy/happy domestic discipline relationship with your wife in charge, where you worship her, and train you and your sons to respect the authority of women? Lofty goals, but it wasn't popular at all.
Keeping the Menfolk in Line:
I wrote an epic "Keeping the entire family in line" about a submissive couple, that sought an outside dominant.
https://storiesonline.net/s/25451/keeping-the-entire-family
It's about 41 chapters, and I wrote the Menfolk in line as a spin off to describe the husband's visit to his mother-in-law's house where he went on weekends because, try as he might - he was not a dominant, and he knew his wife wanted one.
He just didn't have it in him, and not saying submission is some "Weakness" or "Flaw", he just wasn't wired to be a dom and he knew that.
So, the wife got on Fetlife and recruited someone who was wiling to establish boundaries/limits but eventually move in as their Master.
I'll probably trim a few more out of the catalog that nobody ever reads. I have a fantasy story that a few people seem to enjoy, a few historical fantasies based on the Civil War -a Plantation was raided/slaves ran off/even the horses and mules are gone.
The widow that owns the plantation, has only her daughter in law and grandson, and after the daughter in law makes their final mule lame through her carelessness, she strips her and uses her to plow the fields. Desperate times and all.
I wanted to write a Christmas story in December. I've written several over the years that I think are pretty good.
https://storiesonline.net/n/40289/mary-christmas-by-eddie
However, I've recently had a negative experience with a few trolls, that have sapped my desire to write. In addition, it's just felt like an obligation to finish.
What happened was that I asked in the notes "Please do not vote until Chapter 7, give this story time to establish itself before you judge"
So, naturally, this community being as largely toxic as it is, many people who read stories saw that and voted a 1 on chapter one without a second glance.
It started out of the gate with crappy scores that are unfair for a story they barely read.
I also took some advice from people who don't like stories involving BDSM, humiliation and stuff and rewrote the middle to soften things up and basically took the guts out of the story and replaced it with hitting readers over the head with a plank that telegraphed "In the end it all works out"
I couldn't have been more clear that in chapter one "This is the best worst thing that could have happened to us" that it was going to be resolved, but by Chapter 5, I think I was so frustrated with the reaction of people who don't read embarrassed nude stories telling me why I should write it as a kumbaya story, that I took it in the wrong direction.
One of the tropes for Hallmark Christmas stories (There are only two) is the Bad Dad story. Bad story is consumed with work, ignores his wife and kids to close the Anderson account.
You can pretty much yell out "Oh no!! will he have some sort of crises traveling on Christmas eve that changes his perspective and makes him say fuck the Anderson account, and then the movie ends with him realizing how important family is, and him throwing snowballs in front of his perfect house with his perfect wife and family? That's a REALLY unexpected twist!!"
So, what I was doing (spoiler doesn't really matter) is writing a take on that.
The step-brother masterminds a plot to ruin his sisters' clothes, blow up the washing machine/dryer, and make the girls look like they did all these nasty things to get them on restriction.
It was bad too, he makes it look like they were trying to flash truckers, drinking, smoking, using sex toys, wearing naughty panties with captions like "Anal Whore".
The parents not having any clue how to deal with this, put together a disciplinary plan of tough love, nothing abusive but fairly strict.
One sister learns to have pride in her work/job well done, and another learns to like the adrenaline she gets from being humiliated naked, and reconciles why she has always fantasized about things - Joy used to goad her bully until the bully realized she liked getting her ass kicked and then they became friends and the bully taught her how to fight. She had a strict babysitter and couldn't understand why she got off on the fantasy of being punished, etc.
So the story would also be a realization that she's not broken or fucked up. She has kept these things secret (And continues to keep them secret from parents she thinks won't understand)
At some point, they get let off this restriction early (This was the disjointed part) and then I have a confrontation with the step brother and a very satisfying ass-kicking for him.
The next steps were going to be complex but end with a very happy ending and Ethan getting a redemption arc but he'd have to go through a lot and admit what he did and he is expecting to be punished severely/accepts those consequences. in the process of admitting what he did, he reveals evidence about his mom's former boyfriend (That taught Ethan all he knows) that will allow the family to not only prosecute this guy, but get everything he took back and more.
There are 12 chapters more to edit and publish and I really don't think anyone is interested in this story.
I am hesitant to just end it where it is, but I think that's probably for the best.
Unless there is a reader out there, who loves this story (let me know), I am going rewrite chapter 13 to add a conclusion.
In the version I was going to publish the girls ask to be put back on restriction and finish what they started, not because it was changing them or making them better people but that the both got something out of it, and Ethan is no longer a threat.
Ethan's guilt would overwhelm him, and we'd eventually find out he learned all this from his wife's former BF Dallas - who embezzled all her money and sold her house right from under her nose.
There was all a silver lining, including Ethan having evidence of Dallas's crimes, and the family not only getting everything back, but Dallas going to jail but the girls finding a way to get Mom to not feel guilty about liking humiliating them (which she secretly did) as she would often joke about lighting them up like Christmas trees or putting bells on them so they would jingle and she'd know where they were.
The story was going to culminate with a big party at their house with the girls acting as serving girls in elf costumes etc.
You won't see that on Hallmark, but I don't know that it would have made anyone's dick hard.
I had such a tremendous response from my last two blogs of both positive and constructive comments that I was overwhelmed. What started as a vent on the piss poor AI written story structure people are posting as originals and my take on the three types of news that aren't a net positive for society actually resonated with people. I wanted to say thank you to those who read and took to the time to respond.
It means more than you can imagine to me. I am going through some tough stuff right now, and writing is rather cathartic for me. It allows me an opportunity to live vicariously through the eyes of my story characters. I can go anywhere, see anything, be anyone in the story and I can share it with you.
Which is not as selfless as you may think. I put a lot of time into sharing my stories, and friends also check over my work (And I'll talk about that a little but I want to keep that anonymous for reasons) you will see when I get to it.
The last two blog posts were irreverent and tongue in cheek. This one is a little more dry. The first was I told AI to write a story about buying soup and it wrote all this flowing bullshit that sounded like a 6th grader with two monster energy drinks and a thesaurus wrote it. The second was lamenting the news cycle which consists primarily of fear-porn (the sky is falling news articles), out of context click bait, and articles about Celebrities that show their b-holes or nip slips, but when you click it's just Kim Kardasshian or P.Tiddy's girlfriend with a banana stuck up her ass in public, but they took the picture from the angle so you don't even get to see that much.
Today, is a little more personal, I don't want to veer too much off topic. I actually have a lot to say about a lot of different things but I'll stick to two things I actually know about instead of things I just think I know and can bullshit like I do.
1. Southern Writer Syndrome
2. Humiliation
Southern Writer Syndrome
If you were raised anywhere in the world that speaks English, you probably have an accent, but to you everyone else has it, and you speak the language the way it's meant to be spoken.
We all know that, well I don't. I know that I speak a certain way; The way a Southern Man speaks.
I don't mean Hee-Haw Hillbilly "Tarnation, shucks, Being Inbred is in my D and A, and My Daddy Dun Shot His D and A up My Butt, Ain't I a Cutie" the way some people write it like a caricature.
I once wrote a story about a sassy English mum. She was based on a chubby British woman who was always laughing and would say stuff like "Aren't you a cheeky little monkey" and would have no problem flashing her tits "For a laff".
A British person told me that I wrote English people like Hollywood writers create dialogue for Hugh Grant to say in movies. I think that wasn't an unfair comment.
https://storiesonline.net/s/28287/my-sons-dared-me
If you haven't read it, and are curious, this is a fairly short story. I wrote her living in a small British village outside London. it's so small they have one church, one petrol station, and that's about it. The only police officer is one village over and would need an hour to get there if called, but almost nothing ever happens anyway.
Everyone knows everyone in South Godstone, and they've all seen the Mum riding her bike on a dare with her fat ass hanging out in stockings and a bra and say "She's looney but harmless".
My inspiration for the two topics comes from what I learned from this story.
Okay and Well - Southern Language
If you were to do a find and replace "Okay" and "Well" in my stories and just remove them, my word count would probably be reduced by 5% and you the reader, probably wouldn't miss any context.
That sounds terrible because those are superfluous words for most people.
When I write dialogue, I hear it in my head. Unless, I am writing someone with a distinct accent, I hear it in my own voice.
"Okay" and "Well" mean something to me based on tone of voice and what the character said.
"Okay" is an acknowledgment for most people;
Universal Understanding of Okay:
"Will you walk the dogs?"
"Okay."
Southern Man's Way of "I am tired of listening to your shit, fuck off:
"Okay, Will you walk the dogs?"
When I say it like that, you can't hear the tone in the text, but what I am really saying is "I don't want to listen to what you are talking about, I get it. You can stop now, please go walk the dogs."
Conversely, it can also mean "I'll get around to whatever you are nagging me about, now let me nag you about the shit you should be doing"
you can't hear it in my tone of voice, so it just sounds like a superfluous acknowledgement and agreement of something I just heard you, followed by a request.
Southern Man's Way of "That's Fucked Up, but I do not give a flying fuck about it.":
"I sometimes suck a horse's dick"
"Okay, will you walk the dog?"
See, I don't give a shit about what you do, but I need you to get the dog walked. I am not tacitly agreeing with it.
It can also be that I wasn't even paying attention to what you just said, but I need you to walk the dog and I am not going to ask you to repeat yourself. I use "Okay" basically as a catch all, to signal to people that I may have listened to them, but I don't give a fuck about it.
Another great example is "Well"
because it may not be exclusive to southern people.
Adding well to a sentence can also change the tone of it.
Universal Declarative of Intention:
"I am going to go walk the dog"
If someone said that, typically they mean they have to do something and they should be right back. Which you may even respond to with "Okay."
Southern Man's Way of "Please Get the Fuck Out, I am quite tired of your shit:
"Well, I am going to go walk the dog."
If I add "Well" in this context, it means you have worn out your welcome, and I need you to fuck off and leave for a while, but I am doing it in a polite southern way.
It can be in front of any sentence, and the action can only take 5-10 minutes like the one above. I may be right back and we could continue our visit and chat. Here is the thing, if you hear me say "Well", what I reall mean is please leave.
Conversely, If I am at your house, It means I want to leave, and I am too polite to just say it's time to go.
"Well, it's dinner time"
"Well, I need to jerk off."
If I put it in front of a question, it means something else. In that case, it means you are a Dumbass.
"Well, why don't you go talk to that girl?"
Now, I am saying that there is some obvious course of action you should be taking, but I am too polite to say you lack the common sense to know what the fuck you should be doing, so I add "Well".
I lose emphasis in my dialogue if I just say:
"Why don't you go talk to that girl?"
Now, it is a recommendation. When I added well, I meant "Go talk that fucking girl, you dumb shit! She wants to suck your cock."
Bonus Understanding:
It's taken me forever to understand why MS Word and Grammarly keep fucking me over with comma placement that I think belongs there.
I use commas as a natural pause. Southern people tend to have a cadence and leave words out of their sentences. This is especially true of "That" when it is in the middle of a sentence.
That:
"That bitch said that she was going to give that dipshit head."
If you read any of my writing, you'll probably notice a comma where "that" should be, because if I said this phrase above, I would leave out one of the "That"
"That bitch said she was going to give dipshit head."
I think a comma goes in there somewhere, but to me it reads just fine without two of the extra "That"
So, I'd probably write it like this, because in my head, I am going to pause on the word "said"
"That bitch said, she was going to give dipshit head."
Grammarly is going to underline it and tell me I am an uneducated asshole who writes like a 9th grader.
In my mind, the emphasis is on "said" followed by a pause.
"That bitch SAID... she was going to give dipshit head"
Because to me, I can't believe that bitch lied to me, even though she always lies to me, and I am also a dipshit. Make sense?
Now, let pivot to humiliation and BDSM in stories. That's a pretty obvious transition for basic discussion of Southern grammar isn't it?
If you read ANY of my stories, it's going to have some of that somewhere. I don't really care about whips and chains. That's more like a prop or a sex toy. They enhance and don't define a BDSM relationship.
If you talk to anyone who actually LIVES/DOES Bdsm regularly in any kind of relationship, rarely is it like most stories reflect those relationships. (Admittedly, Even some of my own).
I am not going to try to sell you on reading humiliation/embaressed nude female or BDSM stories if you don't like it. That's up to you.
Personally, I read some stories with elements of things I would personally never do because I like the story.
As an example, I might watch a war movie and someone blows another person's head off, or Jason from Friday the 13th chases a bunch of female co-eds and kills everyone except the virgin who apparently gets away at the end.
I can read or watch a brutal story and not want to inflict pain, or enjoy the pain or suffering of the people in the story.
Yet, I've encountered people who think that BDSM in specific, is "inflicted" upon women in my stories and that no reasonable person would ever engage in it.
Read that a second time, please.
It took me a while to try to even understand this position.
There are millions of people who engage in some kind of kinky sex, either as a day job on Onlyfans/Twitter selling pictures of them doing something fetish related, or in their homes for fun, or at parties or dungeons, etc.
They may still do all the boring shit we all do; laundry, pay bills, go to a vanilla job, visit family and go grocery shopping. The may not necessarily bring any of that into those activities.
There are some who might wear a collar 24/7 as a commitment to their Master/Mistress. There are some who might have a public protocol where they open the car door for their Mistress/Master. They choose to alter elements of their life even in those vanilla circumstances because they LIKE doing it.
Long Story Short
(A comma probably goes in there between Story and Short, btw)
I've been working on this story "Mary Christmas"
https://storiesonline.net/n/40289/mary-christmas-by-eddie
It's a fairly new story and right now there are 12 chapters. I am trying to edit one chapter a day to get it published before the end of the year because despite the BDSM/humiliation elements, it is a Christmas story by my POV.
I have a dear, dear friend who without his help, I probably could not write at all. He patiently helps me with my mistakes that creep into my story and acts as an editor.
We have a different POV on Humilation and BDSM. That's okay, everyone has different opinions. What I love about talking to him is that I learn so much from his questions and concerns that I can bring back to my story.
***POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT***
In this story, (and this is not really a spoiler but if it is, then I am sorry), the main character and her sister are framed by their stepbrother with a propensity of evidence that gets them in hot water with their parents and makes them look like they were flashing truckers, using butt plugs and all sorts of stuff.
It starts with the main character, a straight laced young lady who says cryptically "This was the BEST worst thing that ever happened to us."
Well, what kind of storyteller would I be if I told the reader what that meant right off? (see how I wrote "well" here at the start of the sentence? it doesn't mean you should fuck off. I am using it for emphasis, which is another thing Country people do. )
But for our purposes, I'll skip ahead to a point later in the story, when it becomes obvious that her bubbly, giggly sister has a few secrets. One of them, is like many of people; She likes humiliation (namely her own) and she likes BDSM.
She had no frame of reference the first time that someone showed her a ball gag, and a breast binder.
So my friend, he's so awesome; He flatters me as a writer. He makes me believe that I must write such compelling characters that are nuanced enough, people might give a shit what happens to them. They are fictional entities like Jason's victims in a movie.
However, when we see it on the screen, we feel their terror vicariously and empathize with them. At least, that's the goal.
My goal as a writer is that you have a visceral emotional reaction to this naughty stepbrother and his schemes. It's a ride on a roller coaster, or a walk through a haunted house. It's not supposed to be real, but feel a little real.
We all know ghosts and ghouls and vampires aren't real, but we like to be scared -at least for a minute, right?
Well, this girl would like a haunted house inside a roller coaster doing loop-de-loops. She's an adrenaline junkie, who has never heard of the phrase "Adrenaline Rush" until recently, but she's been craving/seeking them ever since she can remember.
In the story, he says it's not fair to see this girl with a ball gag/breast binders, because she doesn't have experience with BDSM. However, reflected in my writing and the AI picture (That took a long time to make) she's smiling and saying "Bring it on!!"
That's because like many people, she's a bit of a pain slut in the making. There are men and women who are pain sluts -they like certain types of pain some contexts. They don't get "mmmmm, this feels good" pleasure - but they get a type that is created by the release of dopamine and endorphines that is edgier and dangerous.
The same thing that they get from thrill rides and scary movies, just in much higher doses.
There are "SAMs" Smart-assed masochists, usually a sassy woman, who goads men when they are getting spanked, because they want him to ramp it up and give them a thrill.
I used to date a woman who would call me and just say "I'll be showering at 9m, door will be unlocked"
She didn't want me to show up with flowers, and listen to her day, and take her somewhere romantic.
She wanted me to surprise her, brutally tie her up, and treat her like I am an intruder who is going to do nasty things to her. In her case, she used to say getting the snot beaten out of her, made her feel less snotty/bitchy for about a month. She would joke that she was doing a service by taking a beating like that to her co-workers/family because she would be pleasent/contrite for about a month after having her "bitch button reset". She has been an inspiration for many of my stories, and she was in this one as well.
I used some of the stories from people I've known to create this character in Mary Christmas.
She got a spanking from her mom, and it turned her on. Not just the pain, but wriggling bare ass on her lap in front of the others in her family as she endured it and cried. Joy was AFRAID to tell anyone, because she was taught to believe "That's not normal"
(Fuck normal, it's over-rated)
Later, we learn that Joy has some stories from her past. She was caught picking her nose by a strict babysitter when she was little that made her put it on the tip of her nose, stand in the corner with her panties around her ankles.
She didn't want to tell anyone but she fantasized about that scenario and didn't know why.
Joy used to play Cops and Robbers with her friends. The Cops team of 5-6 have a headquarters. They "tie up" the Robbers team of 5-6, but obviously not very well because the whole premise of the game was they had to go "bang bang" with pretend guns or arrest the robbers as they flee the headquarters, like a game of tag.
Except joy used to stay in the HQ, and pretend to be tied up. Her sister said "I just thought you were lazy and didn't want to run around"
Joy couldn't explain why she would want to be tied up.
At one point, a girl is bullying Joy when she was younger, and after beating her up, made joy "show her boobies" to the playground
Joy couldn't explain why later she went back to the bully and antagonized them, knowing it would happen again.
Her sister thought joy was just stubborn, dumb or standing up to the bully, and Joy didn't know why she felt like doing that.
Fast forward to the confrontation with the stepbrother, and she tells him that she enjoyed being humiliated by the things he was doing and she'd like to keep doing it.
"No you don't, no one LIKES this. You are an attention whore, and you are too dumb to know the difference between GOOD attention and BAD attention"
My friend is the nicest guy in the world, and would never say something like that. He donates his time to not only help me, but other authors. However, he inspired that line.
My friend couldn't understand why someone would want any of these things to happen to them, or how anyone could enjoy reading about it happening to girls who didn't actually do anything wrong and were set up by the step brother.
To him, it was inflicted upon Joy, and it is the opposite of pleasurable, and for most people that may be true. It certainly is for Joy's sister at this point in the story.
I created a villain with that same mentality, that what he is doing is using ball gags, and handcuffs, and things he can buy on amazon like butt plugs to humiliate and torment girls he has some grudge against.
(My villain is nuanced, and in his version of the story he's the good guy. When he realizes he isn't the good guy though, he'll get his redemption arc but first he's going to have to pay for what he does - that's beside the point)
Ask yourself, why in the fuck would they sell butt plugs, and ball gags on amazon in the first place if their only purpose is to shame and humiliate?
They sell millions of dollars worth of it to people who like to use them in scenes, where that may be part of it. It's certainly not sexy in the champagne, satin sheet and roses sense. it's spit dribbling on to tits, and forcing you to shut the fuck up/use your mouth to suck on something.
It's uncomfortable, it's unpleasant, it taste like spit and rubber. You may ask, as my friend does; Why would people do this?
More importantly, Why would someone who loves this person "inflict" it upon them? If you love your wife, why would you gag her, and watch as she struggles in rope, and watch as spit runs down her lip, to her chin, to her big fat tits?
The answer is myriad, but some of us have a humiliation fetish. I like to see embarrassed naked females in a room full of clothed people.
I have another story, where the main character has huge tits/big ass, and she's naked in public, and has this big old butt plug sticking out of her ass. The look on her face is acceptance, that people see her big fat ass, and know she stuck something in her butt and that probably humiliates her - but it excited her to be seen that way.
There are people who like to watch that, and people who like to experience and people who like to do both. There are people who like to watch spankings, people who like to experience it, and people who like to give and get them.
However, there are people who will say that since XYZ fetish doesn't necessarily give them a boner, they won't read a story that includes those elements.
I am not here to convince you otherwise. I just wanted to offer a perspective that -yes, people can spank or humiliate people they love.
Yes, people can be spanked or humiliated by people they love.
It's not just bad people doing bad things, to good people who don't deserve it. in fact, I'd say that scenario resides mostly in fiction with rare exceptions.
They wouldn't sell millions of dollars worth of whips, riding crops, bondage stuff, if it was just for that. Those people probably stole that shit anyway.
I say all this because I feel MUCH like BDSM in general, and especially femdom and female led relationships, the erotic story community often get it wrong.
Total Power Exchange relationships are exceptionally rare - where all the power has been exchanged.
My friend was once critical that many of my stories feature as part of the story, a dynamic evolution of the rules, limits and boundaries.
What begins as a cocktail napkin on the fridge, becomes a focus of "You know what? I am cool with that after all. Feel free to smack my ass whenever you walk by, or grab a titty, or whatever,anytime around the house..it's fine..as long as you don't get annoying and do it constantly."
He said something to the effect of "Just keep it simple, it's do whatever to me, as long as you don't kill me, get me arrested or leave lasting scars."
That created an opportunity for us to have a dialogue. You will almost NEVER find anyone in a 24/7 BDSM relationship that have integrated ias a big part of their lives in the real world who believes that.
If they do, they have a very limited imagination of what I could do with a bag of oranges, a box of crickets and a hammer, if that were their only limits.
I am not saying that every serious BDSM relationship has a three ring binder of rules, or post it on the fridge so their kids know that sometimes mom kneels at dad's feet.
I am saying that they may have an understanding that some things are not okay, and other things are grey/situational, which is likely an evolution and a verbal one.
It's far more complex, than just a list of
Will you do whips?
Will you do anal?
Will you do piss play?
Where it's all yes and no to a list of fetishes. Those things are a byproduct of a healthy BDSM relationship. They are activities, mostly of a sexual nature.
What I am talking about as an example might be who/how do we make monetary decisions?
I have a friend in a female led relationship. His wife is the boss. This is a much-maligned, misunderstood type of relationship in most erotic stories.
It's written as a "turn the tables" story, where like Planet of the Apes, suddenly the women who were not supposed to be in charge, are in charge.
Which is bullshit.
it's written as an excuse for the women to fuck anyone but her husband. Now, don't get me wrong; there are cuckold relationships.
However, most FLR (this one in particular) I've had experience, the woman may be feminizing her husband and dominant but only to make him more receptive to his role, and it's something they mutually agreed upon --never blackmailed, or inflicted.
In my friend's case, he's as macho as any guy I know. He works as an electrician. He doesn't sleep in a cage, and while he does wear a cock cage at times, she doesn't treat him like a pathetic worm.
If you were to take most Femdom stories, do a find and replace of the Wife with a Man's name, change Mistress to Master, it would read like this guy is an abusive narcissistic asshole.
She's not that way, but she does make ALL important financial decisions and she gives him a small petty cash to buy presents, food, etc when he is out.
Thats how they WANT it -that's how they are comfortable. He trusts her to do what is best. They don't argue over money. They don't have conflict like many 50/50 partnerships because they have their roles and they are comfortable in them.
But often, what I see (and this didn't come from my friend exclusively) is the perception that there must be something wrong with the submissive to accept this, and it is some sort of weakness to be passive.
This is especially true in FLR stories, however I also see it spoken about ones with Maledom.
This is especially true, when one or both of the partners likes humiliations. There are people (believe it or not) who come home at night, and act like a dog around their spouse, eat off the floor and get treated like a pet, or dress as a maid and serve at parties etc.
They aren't weak, they aren't broken, they aren't fucked up because they like that.
There are weak, broken, fucked up people, but it's not "because" they like something like that.
I won't try to convince anyone to read stories involving BDSM, Pain, Fetish play, humiliation that doesn't want to, and as I said, that's not my goal.
Well, I wrote this so that you'd understand why I write about it, okay?
Now fuck off on out of here, I have to go.
"Fuck the News"
I try not to post anything topical because it generally pisses off everyone on every side of the political spectrum. Let's be real, who gives a shit about it, really? It's not worth arguing about.
It's like arguing if John Cena will beat the Rock, and who is the best at Wrestling. You can argue until the wind sheers the earth and the seas boil away, and it's still just a TV show, and these guys won't know you existed. Why would we bother to argue/debate social and political issues? We're not going to affect change.
Generally, even expressing an opinion FOR something, the people that are also for it can find some reason to be pissed, the people against it will, the people who are neutral on it are pissed because they don't want to be for or against, and naturally the people who have no opinion on the issue, suddenly have an opinion against you because you do.
Just leave it the fuck alone, and move on, imho.
I don't talk about it, because not only won't I change anyone's mind, I don't give a shit to change their mind, and none of it matters if they did. It's going to be what it's going to be.
But today I kind of hit the wall, and I thought I'd just share (rant) about it, because maybe there are likeminded people who can relate to this perspective/would enjoy hearing mine.
Quite some time ago, I made the brilliant decision to stop wasting my time on Social Media like Facebook.
I needed that time to waste writing erotic stories.
It was mostly just clickbait news. I used to consider myself someone who liked to keep up with current events because it could impact my life. As I have zero control of the outcome of those things, I tend to feel differently now that I am older. it just stresses me the fuck out.
If I had known the 1980s were going to be the pinnacle of easy street, I probably wouldn't have been in such a hurry to work my ass off through most of it. I could rent a two-bedroom apartment down by the beach, work part-time as a DJ a few nights a week in my youth. I had disposable income on top of it to hit Rocky Horror Picture Show and go out.
I ran a BBS (Back in the days of Fido_Net if you remember that) - it was like the Internet except you had to call someone else's computer (a BBS) on a landline and usually they only had one node at a time, so a single person could get on, post their messages (like these dirty stories) and my computer would pack them up, and send them out through hubs to the world by calling other computers.
Granted, I drove a 400-dollar station wagon with a wooden bumper, a padlock on the hood to keep it from flying up, floor board so rusted out that they called me Fred Flintstone, and I needed a screwdriver to start it up like Al Bundy. It was a real Pussy-magnet. I actually loved that car. Even though it leaked gas and I had to collect it with a coffee can, the motherfucker never actually broke down.
Anyway, Fast Food didn't taste like dog shit back then. Burger King tasted good; Arby's didn't give me the shits every single time. You could eat a $3.99 Pasta Bar at Wendy's and had a bad-ass hamburger instead of whatever fucked up garbage that is.
Jobs paid pensions, had benefits, enough to live on.
I was an early adopter of computers. I remember going into a consulting firm to buy a computer like it was a retail store because there were no computer stores for hundreds of miles. It wasn't a thing out in the rural areas at all.
The first one I bought had a belt driven drive, I think it was called an Amstrad, and it had an integrated monitor. They installed them in offices. The officer manager looked at me like I was some kind of stupid asshole for asking him if I could buy one.
I had long blonde hair, looked like Kurt Cobain before there was a Kur Cobain (lot has changed since then and I am not saying I invented the white trash look, but I certainly had a hand in perfecting it).
Here I am standing there in my leather jacket, asking him to write me an invoice to sell me a computer with a 20MB hard drive because it's top of the line I've got Word files on my computer for a single chapter of my latest story bigger than that hard drive now.
There was no internet to just look up literally any porn you can imagine. "Hey Internet, I want to see Sandy Buttcheeks and Spongebob fucking Jane Curtin and Laraine Newman in their dirty buttholes, while they eat each other's hairy 80's bushes."
Now, I've got AI that will let me see that in about 20 seconds.
Every year, around December we can now look forward to companies that make 800 billion in revenue doing layoffs around December to make a balance sheet look better for a Private Equity firm so the CEO can get a bonus because he made it appear they'll make 850 billion by erasing the jobs of thousands of people to lower costs, while pretending he'll make the same projected revenue when they had higher staff.
Creative accounting, like the Emperor wears no clothes, that they all choose to believe.
It's a game they all play, and they all pretend it isn't manipulating their annual statement.
Now, you can walk into any Walmart and buy a computer 24 hours a god-damned day. We've got electric cars that look like a 6th grader drew them on the back of a trapper keeper with a straight edge ruler, and the news cycle - the endless fucking news cycle.
So, I guess all that is an improvement, right? if you grew up in the 80s, do you miss most of it?
I obviously miss being young and able to rent an apartment, that now I couldn't afford even if I make 20X what I made back then because that spot 3 miles from the beach is unaffordable.
But I don't see the improvement in our lives from really most of this stuff. Sure, we have the sum of all human knowledge in our cell phones, and an AI that can do advanced Algebra that I can ask a question like "Can Superman fly so fast around the earth naked, that he can fuck his own self in the ass?" and see what it tells me.
But all in all, I'd trade all of this shit to go back.
That brings me back in this rant to the news.
I deleted Facebook and all that shit (I kept Twitter, because it's basically just free porn) but I never post on it.
The modern news come in a few categories: most of mine were.
1. Gloom and Doom "Today, some country invaded another country, and we closed down 780,000 jobs, but the jobs report says inflation is only 1.8% even though you can't buy a dick to fuck your own self in the ass. Also, bird flu is killing millions, and we recalled stuff that you definitely have in your freezer because it has Listeria."
This is the stuff that worries me, stresses me out and while it would be good to know that the Waffles I bought have an incurable mad cow disease in them, going to McDonalds will make me bleed from my asshole, etc. most of this stuff I am never going to change or do anything about.
It's just fear-porn; they are selling worry to people who want to buy it.
2. Technology news: Today, (this tech billionaire who is definitely not working with aliens) released a new AI model. Two years ago, you could barely get it to tell you what temperature it was outside, but now it can write a novel, do your job, drink your milkshake and it will suck your dick with this optional USB nozzle.
Also, there is a bunch of really smart Indian guys inside it who type shit out super-fast to make it work.
Every day, there is some new technology that is supposed to improve our lives, but it always comes with "And this Billionaire CEO just figured out how to fire thousands of Programmers and Testers because it dynamically writes code and test cases, tests it 24/7, creates its own issues log, and then solves its own problems, and we only need a fraction of humans involved in case it goes rogue and starts killing people, which we promise it won't do, even though we attached it to our defense network."
I call that Tech Porn; It's for futurists who think the latest AI, Robot, Fancy self-Driving Robo-Taxi will improve their lives. They are like Chickens that think Colonel Sanders inventing the new head chopping machine is super cool because it's going to save them time.
3. Click Bait. I don't know why I fell for these. I mean, I do. I just am embarrassed to admit why. The heuristics in Facebook thought I am the dumbest most gullible motherfucker to walk the earth.
The first is an article designed by a journalist who is dead inside and has given up on telling anything remotely newsworthy.
Article Presented as Actual News: "Today, the CEO of Disney said he does not want guests coming to Disney world..."
Eddie: "Oh wow, that's awful! let me click right on that and read it."
800 pop-ups and advertisement masquerading as the rest of the article: "Today, the CEO of Disney said he does not want guests coming to Disney world...unprepared to have hella fun! Haha, we wasted your time reading this. Buy an Audi/watch 2 minutes of a commercial to watch this commercial."
I love to read. I try to read twice as much as I write, and I write a lot. Anytime I am sitting on the shitter, or eating some E-coli laced Waffles that I failed to throw away after learning it was recalled, I sit down with the sum of all human knowledge and instead of reading anything important, I scroll around to stupid shit like this, and fall for it every time like a dumbass. I need to keep my mind occupied, but maybe I need to take longer shits so I have time to read something besides these types of articles.
I could be reading on SOL, but a lot of stories lately have not been my cup of tea - too short, or not my theme. It says a lot, I'd rather get tricked by a dipshit article like these clickbait/pornbait ones.
I guess the other reason is they are quick hits of dopamine and for people with ADHD, we need that or our brains will explode. so back before I discovered medication, I had to be reading something and i could get through an article like this and be frustrated that it wasted my time in just a few seconds.
Celebrity Titty and Assbait:
The other articles that I fall for every time (and you know why, it's because I am an old pervert) is the kind that promise you'll finally get to see Brittany Spear's dirty, stretched out asshole.
I didn't get rid of Instagram when I purged all social Media, but like Twitter, I only have it for the near-porn tease pictures that aren't nearly as good as Twitter but i still look at them.
AND for Brittany fucking Spears. She's not on Twitter as far as I can tell. I've had a thing for this chick since she was hot AF! I love the heavy eye makeup, and she's just had that all-American girl next door look.
Now, she's like this cracked out, fucked up attention seeking psycho bitch ex-girlfriend that has a special radar that knows when you are no longer single and picks then to call you up.
Every few hours, she posts another shitty video of herself practicing to do a table-dance at a strip club in front of her phone. She edits it super poorly, so I assume she does it herself, and often tricks me by putting it on a permanent loop.
She'll wear something like a stanky pair of panties that looks like she's been farting in them for three days, and a bra, or a night gown that your Aunt who used to be hot, would wear around in the mornings when you used to visit.
It's not sexy, it's trashy, and she's definitely let herself go. Over the years, she's posted pictures of her pussy, and her tits/nipples, but always side-views and partials.
There is a trick that strippers in non-nude strip clubs do where they pull their panties down almost to the crack of their slit. They pretend they are being sneaky to show you a little more than they have to by acting ike they don't fit and are uncomfortable. If they just pulled them down, you wouldn't feel like you are getting away with something.
Then they look over their shoulder at the doorman to see if he is looking and because they did it super slick by acting like they are adjusting their costume, they wink at you like they just gave you something extra (the doorman doesn't really give a shit, it's just a game they play to make you think she's doing something extra by rolling them down).
Brittany's learned that single trick. So she rolls her arms around and dances, or rants about weird shit. It's kind of like the hot girl that is drunk at the bar. Yeah, she smells like Vodka, Cigarettes and Garlic and can barely stand up, but maybe one of her titties will pop out.
She's shown most of her butt cheeks, but she's never shown her butthole. Once I see that hole, I'll have completed the cycle, prophecy fulfilled, and I can finally be released of my obsession/quest to see every hole on that chick.
I am just waiting.
OR it will be an article about Kim Kardashian or some influencer, and it will say something like.
"Today, P. Tiddy's girlfriend, a nobody you never heard of with severe self-esteem issues and giant melons wore a banana up her ass in public. click here"
and naturally it's a gotcha of 400 advertisements you have to scroll past to find a shitty Instagram picture, where the angle is fucked up and you don't see anything except this chick's low-self esteem, greasy hair, and T.Piddy standing there saying "No, it's the other guy with the baby oil, I am the other fucked up billionaire who probably also did a bunch of twisted shit...you got us confused again. He's P.Diddy, I am T.Piddy, Or maybe I am D. Tiddy,...anyway, we are definitely different fucked up people who look and act the same and do the same shit."
Or it's Kim Kardashian and the article says "Today, she wore her skimpiest outfit yet!!"
And you think "Well damn, I've already seen her naked, her pussy, her tits, if I can just see her finally pull her ass cheeks apart, I can also stop caring what this chick does..." and then you click on it, and it's just some white bikini.
So, I decided between the assholes running the country, the techbro gods putting human beings inside robot suits to manipulate their investors openly without any legal consequence, and the clickbait that tells me today Tim Allen opened a non-woke studio with Roseanne, The Nuge, and Kid Rock to make movies, and Linda Carter had a nip slip 75 years ago, would i click on that, and one time John Lennon said that he was a dreamer but he wasn't, and would I click on that article to find out what a fucking moron I am for not knowing it's going to be taken out of context...
I just said "Fuck the News" and deleted Facebook. I don't even do outside email except with family. I have a vague idea of who is president, and what's happening but I really believe the less I know about what's going on and the more I just focus on my own shit, my own family, my own life, my own erotic stories, and do that, the better off i am.
I still want to see Brittany Spears butthole before I die. Every day she does something a little more outrageous and fucked up than the last for attention, and I feel like it's just a matter of time.
Let's hope it's worth it, and until then there is always AI.
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