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Lawrence—now Ren—has survived humiliation and risk. That leaves the third lesson in Ambassador Whiskers’ Curriculum of Desire: surrender.
After his toga-and-duct-tape debut, our reluctant disciple is thrust into a new trial—this time in a nightclub called Sanctuary, where basslines replace sermons and the dress code is “nothing to hide.” Under Whiskers’ dubious mentorship (and sartorial advice involving mesh), Ren meets Marina, a woman whose calm authority makes defiance impossible and surrender inevitable.
This chapter is where rhythm becomes ritual. What begins as a dance lesson turns into something deeper—part erotic initiation, part emotional unbinding. Through Marina’s command, Ren learns that surrender isn’t weakness; it’s a kind of trust. And, of course, Whiskers is there to offer philosophical commentary between purrs and insults.
You can read it here: Chapter 5: Marina and the Art of Surrender
By now the pattern should be clear: humiliation breaks him, risk exposes him, surrender remakes him. But Whiskers isn’t done yet—and neither, thankfully, is Ren.
— Eric
P.S. Ambassador Whiskers declares that comments are a form of devotion. Offer one, lest your courage be found wanting.
This one started with a simple idea—the old classroom trope: two students, too much tension (they are studying Lady Chatterly's Lover, after all), and not enough restraint. I wrote several drafts, always in third person, always at a distance. But I wanted something more intimate, more atmospheric. Second person turned out to be the key. It let the reader inhabit the seat, the stillness, and the slow burn of the story.
There were a few different endings along the way—some obvious, some explicit—but I liked the tension of this one best. The unfinished edge felt truer to the moment.
Have a hankering to revisit college when a pretty co-ed sits next to you? Then I hope you enjoy The Body as Text.
Eric
P.S. The margin, aka comments, are open. Leave your note there; I’ll be reading between the lines.
If Chapter 3 was humiliation as initiation, Chapter 4 is temptation as rebirth.
Lawrence’s next lesson from Ambassador Whiskers is risk—and Whiskers, ever the sadist in silk, enforces it with a masquerade invitation and a bedsheet toga. What follows is part comedy of errors, part erotic rite. The man who once hid behind screens and irony is dragged, blinking, into a ballroom of Gods and Monsters, where everyone glitters, no one apologizes, and shame becomes a form of dance.
Enter Claudia: half goddess, half chaos, and fully the undoing he didn’t know he needed. She doesn’t rescue Lawrence so much as rename him. In her hands, embarrassment turns into arousal; exposure becomes revelation. By the end of the night, Lawrence has been stripped—of clothes, certainty, and finally his own name. What’s left is Ren: raw, ridiculous, radiant, and awake in a way he’s never been before.
It’s a turning point not just of plot but of voice. Curriculum of Desire has always been about transformation through absurdity, and this is the moment the comedy begins to sound suspiciously like grace.
You can read it here: Chapter 4: Claudia and the Art of Being Seen
Tell me what you think. Did you laugh, squirm in sympathy with Lawrence (a.k.a Ren), or want to join the party?
— Eric
P.S. Ambassador Whiskers reminds you that comments are a form of confession—or foreplay, depending on tone.
You’ve all heard of magical swords, right? Cursed blades with names. Weapons that choose their wielder. Artifacts that grant strength, glory, and maybe a tragic backstory or two.
But what if it wasn’t a magical sword? What if it was… a magical sex toy?
What if the spirit bound inside didn’t thirst for conquest, but demanded devotion—and preferred velvet cushions to scabbards?
The Flog Prince is based on that classic fairy tale The Frog Prince, reimagined with magical kink, power-play seductions, and a submissive Prince.
At its center is Lady Verity Thrustworthy, Viscountess, viper-tongued heartbreaker, and mistress of Aurelia—a golden vibrator with a mind of her own, a sparkling magical core, and a fondness for meddling in court affairs (and other affairs, for that matter).
There’s a sacred spring. A transformation. A moonlit balcony. A terrace tryst that turns the season’s most pompous ball into a breathless scandal. And through it all, our poor cursed prince Cassian—obedient, reverent, ruin-ready—is finally given a reason to kneel.
It's a fairy tale turned inside out--bawdy, enchanted, and maybe exactly the sort of depraved comedy I wish had been tucked between the Grimm tales growing up.
—Eric
The mat waits like a crime scene.
In Chapter 3, “Sasha and the Art of Falling Over” Ambassador Whiskers delivers on his first promise: humiliation as curriculum. Lawrence, still reeling from the idea that a talking cat is now his life coach, is marched to yoga—the most peaceful battlefield known to humankind.
What follows is part slapstick, part sacrament. There’s Lycra, sweat, a betrayal of hamstrings, and a trumpet solo of mortification so pure it could cleanse a soul. When Lawrence falls face-first into the thigh of a goddess named Sasha, it’s not seduction—it’s education. And somehow, he survives it.
Sasha’s patience is quiet, luminous, and devastating. Her simple “You’re doing fine” opens him like a door he didn’t know was locked. Under her guidance, and Whiskers’ unhelpful commentary (“A posture both noble and tragic!”), Lawrence discovers that being ridiculous isn’t death—it’s proof of life.
This is the first real transformation in Ambassador Whiskers’ Curriculum of Desire: laughter as oxygen, shame as permission, failure as initiation. By the time he leaves the studio, dripping with both sweat and reluctant enlightenment, something in him has cracked open.
If you’ve ever fallen out of a yoga pose, a relationship, or your own idea of control, this chapter’s for you.
Ambassador Whiskers calls it Lesson One: Humiliation.
He says we can’t skip ahead.
— Eric Ross
P.S. Whiskers reminds you that comments are a form of confession. He reads them religiously. Absolution may be available... on request.
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