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Guest blog: The Chatelaine – she will strip me of my innocence
We’re properly spoilt this Halloween with not one but TWO fantastic guest pieces. This gorgeous story is longer than the posts I tend to publish, but when Jaimie (of Jaimie’s Erotica – follow on BlueSky here!) pitched me this I found it simultaneously dreamlike and creepy in equal measure, and I was sucked in to it deeply enough that I reckon a lot of you will be as well. It’s compelling! So bookmark it for later if you’re at work, then grab a cup of tea or glass of wine and settle down for a long read on a dark night…
Note that this is Halloween erotica, and as such it is designed to creep you out as well as arouse you – it contains themes of blood, teeth and devourment.
Fantasy spanking: The keys to the kingdom (part 2)
Part 2 of this fabulous fantasy spanking story – written by Ozma van Aalsberg, and read aloud by Pandora Blake of Dreams of Spanking. The story originally appeared on Dreams of Spanking and is being published here with permission. Catch up with part 1 here if you haven’t yet heard/read it!
Riva stood up, still a bit dazed. The room around her still seemed incomprehensible, its size and its contents. She could not fathom what information might be held in all these books, or what possible business her new guardian had with them. Even stranger, the woman had seemed to expect her, and had been so prepared as to have a suit waiting, tailor-made, for her and only her. For all her preparations and attempts at secrecy, she had been found out, perhaps before she had even begun. She couldn’t begin to understand what it all meant.
“For god’s sake, girl, pull your britches up. Show a little self-respect.”
Fantasy spanking: The keys to the kingdom (part 1)
This fabulous fantasy spanking story is written by Ozma van Aalsberg, and read aloud by Pandora Blake of Dreams of Spanking. The story originally appeared on Dreams of Spanking and is being published here with permission.
A week before her twentieth birthday, Riva Avarith, duchess heir of the Grand Fiefdom of Avarith, had instructed the estate’s staff that she was not to be disturbed until the day of her ascent. The calligraphy with which she printed and signed this pronouncement is said to have been more ornate than the most sacred texts of the most devout hermits. So vital was her privacy, that she refused the company of even a mirror in her bedroom. So serious was her concentration, that she sentenced an invading moth to an immediate beheading, and carried out the sentence herself. In this, her last week of childhood innocence, she was to prepare herself for the responsibilities of adulthood. In service to her own rebirth, she had furnished her own cocoon, a tomb in which a sheltered heiress would die and a benevolent leader — a woman who answered to no one — would emerge.
The King’s Men: is this the opposite of a breeding kink?
Next in the wank tales series, a fantasy I have about being a tavern wench who is dragged forward to service a medieval king when he demands ‘wine, food and women.’ Note that this story features aggression, brutality and sex that can best be described as ‘only very dubiously consensual.’ In my head, when I wank to it, ‘The King’s Men’ is a rape fantasy (these are extremely common, and they do not mean that those who have them wish to be raped!). Here I have tried to subtly weave in a bit more consent than I usually would when I’m masturbating, but it’s still fundamentally non-consensual/extremely coerced. I also want to flag that while these things are extremely fun to enjoy in my mind (I have a kink for misogyny and I’m into consensual non-consent play), you OBVIOUSLY shouldn’t rape anyone in real life, or indeed play with this dynamic unless you’ve discussed limits and preferences in a LOT of detail beforehand. If you don’t understand that, or if you just know that these types of fantasy aren’t for you, please skip this one.
The King’s Cock – a shameless medieval cock-fest
This shameless medieval cock-fest is written and read by Ariadne Awakes. Note: this story is a fantasy that contains kidnapping and implied non-consent.
“Suck.” The countless times she’d been issued this command and it still sent glorious shivers straight to her constantly aching cunt. It was the time of year the court had nicknamed ‘The Grand Suck’, where the King’s most worthy subjects had the privilege of watching their wives, daughters and sometimes mothers kneel before him and show obedience to the sceptre with which he ruled. His cock.