Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Incarceration: Day 62

Day 62:  The Honorable Lady Samantha Etherington-Smyth-Hope - a minor title somewhat less important than it sounds despite the double hyphenation, the pseudo-noble nomenclature based on a dubious bought peerage – has succumbed to temptation, tongue lashing her first ever visitor, her husband’s glamorous trophy-blond ‘personal secretary’.  But it isn’t fair.  The little tart had just come to gloat - under orders from her husband, she wouldn’t be surprised – come to compare her Donna Karan stretch lambskin pencil skirt against the dowdy bottle green prison uniform dress, her Dior fragrance against the perpetual odor of disinfectant and perspiration that infuses the place and her beautiful professionally applied makeup juxtaposed against her pallid sun-starved carbolic soap-scrubbed complexion. 
The dirty gold-digging cow had got her claws in her husband’s naïve hide, undoubtedly had been directly instrumental in setting up this whole situation – she’d provided the alibi which had drawn the finger of blame off her husband and pointed it squarely at herself.  And now she was supposed to politely curtsy, gratefully thank her husband through her visitor for his generosity in funding her incarceration here…
And then there was that sheaf of papers, the documents, the woman had brought with her, and what they stood for, the implications of their contents had she set pen to paper, validated them with her signature as she had been ordered…  Those papers would be coming back, the smug smiling blond with them – not her husband though; he would never sully himself… Or did he even know?  Really know?  She’d be in no hurry, perhaps two months, maybe three – and meanwhile the cane, three strokes repeated three times a day, every day…  Yes THREE months, it would be another THREE months – THREE months of THREE strokes of the prison-weight cane repeated THREE times per day; morning, noon and night. Three by three by three – it was a Masonic thing.
She didn’t doubt she’d sign next time…  But as for the rest, the curtsy, the greeting, the offering of heart-felt gratitude… Of these stipulations she still wasn’t sure.

Absolutely nothing really to do with any of my books - at least not directly - either those already out there and any I might  (or might not) have in the pipeline.  It is just the result of the stream of consciousness that poured out when casting my fevered gaze over this picture which I came across on Tumblr earlier today.  I often annotate stuff in this manner when I re-blog images to my Tumblr blog.  Why not pay me a visit there?  And don't forget to follow me on Tumblr!

If you missed the new book (which I was a bit dubious about publishing) it is now available as a PDF on LULU and at Amazon (which is cheaper) here:

A gloriously sunny day here in London and I am going to treat myself to a day at the pub, although I will be taking a laptop and will be working.  If you are in North London you are cordially invited to join me for a pint:  I'll be starting at The Tolgate in North London's Turnpike Lane (Wettherspoons) and then moving on to Hampstead (The Holly Bush) or the West End (And Possibly the Southgate or Palmers Green Wetherspoons later).  Follow me on twitter and find out where I pitch up...  Seee y'all!!!

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Super Inspiration?

So there I was.  It was 1965 and I was just a little kid myself, and I was on Bognor Regis sea front (on the UK South Coast - some way west of Brighton and near Little Hampton) and it was a rainy day and my parents wanted to keep me amused and quiet.  I liked Superman comics, and I sometimes even asked for the Lois Lane comic if there were no Superman titles as such in the shop - and as I was making so much fuss about the rain, that was what I got.  And low and behold it was this little gem - and my sexual development changed completely and forever. I still recall vividly this particular comic book to this very day; it struck some sort of chord in my brain which has influenced all sorts of interests ever since. 

 I long ago lost the comic of course, but they would have sold countless thousands of the title - and so it was only a matter of time before it cropped up on the Internet.  So insofar as the mind control aspect of my writing and plotting is concerned, this was pretty much the start of it - along with certain half-remember bits of telly, such as certain scenes in The Prisoner of the 1960s (the maid assigned to No 6 who was once a high-flying intellectual and language translator comes to mind - the manner in which she now so docilely accepts her lot which makes one wonder what might have been done to her). 

Now fem-dom is not really my thing, but there was something here which got me going, and kind of has ever since, although I quickly began to transfer the scene, nowadays transplanting in a late-teen girl and so on in my imagination.   

The storyline was that Superman had been affected by red Kryptonite which had temporarily rejuvenated him and it was left up to Lana and Lois to look after him... And Lois (I think it was) had seen a programme on TV regarding hypnosis which utilised an electric fan and mirror affair and having had problems disciplining the littler Super Brat (yes, there was an over-the-knee spanking scene too) decided she needed to try some alternative form of control.  And it actually goes beyond simple hypnosis too – there is an aspect of classical conditioning introduced to reinforce the post-hypnotic suggestions.  It is all good stuff, fodder I drew from heavily in a couple of scenes in one of my books.  I even mention the use of a child's spinning-top toy decorated with a red spiral at one point.Of course in my case it is all about finding a semi-plausible way to impose discipline on - and introduce corporal punishment to - the recalcitrant teen.

But OMG in super-capital letters!!!  What would happen if this were to be published nowadays - the writers would probably end up in jail someplace, and the editor, AND the publishers.  Spanking scenes, female domination and little kids???  And it was sold to little kids too!  I was one!  And look what it did to me...  Harmless fun indeed... Humph!

Friday, 28 February 2014

Another Version - Another Vision

As I replied to an anonymous comment earlier today, as originally created by Roger Benson this drawing portrayed some sort of scene being played out in a college dean or tutor's office - but that was not how I saw it. So with the addition of a suitably period-style camera and stool (from another of his pictures, a diploma on the wall (created by yours truly)and a metronome adapted from a photograph, the cane in the foreground (also created by moi) and one or two other changes, the whole scene changes.

In hindsight, I probably should not have added the caption – but I couldn’t resist harking back to one of my favourite scenes from my earlier books, the INSTITUTIONALISED series (volume 3 I think it is – correct me if I’m wrong; but not TOO hard!). anyway, there is probably enough embedded in the image as it stands to put over that SOMETHING sinister is going on. Exactly what can be left up to the viewer’s imagination.  So here is another version, decked out as if a cover for that book I was handing out free up until recently.

The presence of the camera represents - and hints at (even without the caption) - one of my main interests: plausibility in spanking literature. How does one get a strapping, would-be independent late-teen or early twenties lass to docilely bend for the cane or drape herself across the knees of some authority figure, whether that be a strong-willed stepmother almost young enough to be her sister, a governess or institutional figure for a damn good spanking or thrashing? Part of the answer relies on making a start on toning down some of that independence - and replacing it with something diametrically the opposite.

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Something to Whet Your Whatsit

So the free book thing is done and gone, but here is something I have been working on - based on bits of Roger Benson's art and manips I have done from scratch.

Friday, 27 December 2013

Five Days to the (FREE) release of My Latest Book - Keep Watching This Space

Yeah!  But 'latest' becauseI HATE 'newest' - such bad grammer!  And I MAY have to charge SOMETHING through certain channels - LULU, for example, levies a minimum charge; but I'll keep it to a 'peppercorn' on those channels for 'ebook' and make it ABSOLUTLY free on the Institute website as a PDF download!!!

Incidently; I'm having to be careful. here in the UK.  As you know, I have always valued what I have previously described as 'plausability' in story telling.  But the emphasis has always been on that term 'story telling' I.E, it s fiction - FICTION - that I deal with; just that it is possible, if not entirely likely, fiction.  There are one or two barriers beyond which I will not venture (no children goes without saying), for example; you will never find the descriptor, slave, nor slavery,  There may well be accounts boardering on sexual servitude, but never - ever - sexual slavery...  Not ever!  That term is never used.

And yet, in the British press, there have been of late apparenly genuine accounts of modern-day slavery - and I don't just mean among the denizens of Eastern European-run bodellos, of which many examples exist on the streets of London.  Rather I refer to bowing and scraping down-on-the-knees floor-scrubbiing domestic slavery, which may or may not come with demands for more 'personalised' services.  And there there has been lately a re-definition of the term 'abuse' within a series of public information films which seems to seek to cover the subtler approaches to control oft broached within my writing wherein the brute physicality of the strap and the cane might sometimes be eschewed for certain less physical, more psychological based, techniques.

And, more directly applicable to the current novel, there has been a revisiting of those old ideas of 'cures' for 'gayness', a concept visited, twisted and corrupted within the pages of the new book (and not everyone's 'cup of tea' - which is just ONE of my reasons for holding it back and making it available for free! The fear of rejection!  I have never written this sort of stuff before, and so risk rejection from BOTH  sides)

Thursday, 26 December 2013

A Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year - The Final Countdown

Well, not quite: 

This post was SUPPOSED to have gone out on Christmas day - but then again I was supposed to have been back from my winter soijon to the Canary Islands on Christmas eve.  I don't know how many of you monitor the news from back here in the UK, but while I was away there was, apparently, a massive storm which knocked out the power to London Gatwick airport's north terminus, with the resault that the aircraft which was to have returned me to the UK at lunch time on Christmas eve from Tenerife was still on the ground in the UK at half past five in the afternoon! 

Consequently I ended up spending Christmas eve night in the same hotel I had been staying at (a good thing!) but found myself being shipped out to Gatwick yestereday, spending the vast majority of Christmas day traveling (a BAD thing - VERY!!!). 

Had I flown by one of the 'budget airlines' such as Easy Jet I'd have been there still, as Easy Jet weren't flying Christmas day.  But I'd flown Thomson - and they (as part of their 'customer service') had decided to do their very best to get their customers back to the UK 'in time for Christmas'.  Huraaah! 


But hang on...  It's Christmas day... and I'm in Gatwick (near Brighton, on the UK's South Coast) and it's Christmas day... and nothing's running, I.E there is NO transport - NO trains, NO buses, NOTHING!  So I have to get a taxi - but it's Christmas - an in the full spirit of the season the taxi drivers have thought of a number, added a bit (for Christmas 'good will'), and then doubled it!!! 

So the long and the short of it is: I was left feeling like I'd pulled my own bum cheeks apart!

But now the main (and best?) point:.

I am making my latest book ....  Wait for it.... And this should have been Christmas day - I am making my new book available FREE... yes!   FREE!  Free, gratis and for nothing....  On New Years Day!  Watch this space!!  The countdown begins!!!

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Female Orgasm Denial – Queries, Solutions and Sources

A contributor going by the Monika of ‘IMA AMAZIN’ (I’m loving it!  Anything rather than the hackneyed ‘ANONYMOUS’ as far as I’m concerned!) recently left a new comment on the post "Curbing Masturbation and Domestic Discipline.

He (or she?) says: "I'm very interested also in controlling female masturbation. Especially if she has been highly aroused or stimulated prior to denying the release. I know this thread is quite old but if anyone can give me some information on it I would appreciate it.”

Well, it WAS quite a long time back, Friday, 11 December 2009 to be precise, and was based on a scanned extract from the Reader’s Letters pages of Blushes C.P Special Edition (I don’t know the volume or edition number I’m afraid).  See it here (click to visit).  So I thought it prudent to reproduce his (or her) comment here.

For all those interested in this fascinating subject I would recommend - in addition to a visit to the specialist blog, The Female Orgasm Denial’ (click on blog title or check out my ‘Blog List’ in the right hand sidebar) -  you could also try the Tumblr blog, ‘Female Denial and Dominance’ (link in sidebar listed under ‘Tumblr Blogs’ – obviously!) or ‘’ (another site dealing with female orgasm denial by various means – listed in the sidebar under ‘Useful Resources’).  And then there are the various sources regarding chastity belts and other related approaches – they are often worth mining also, and there are lots of links scattered throughout the sidebar.  And whoever and wherever you visit, please be sure to mention yours truly and the resources on this blog and the associated ‘Institute’ website wherever possible.

Of course nothing cripples the likelihood of achieving orgasm like psychological pressure and associated psychological issues.  That much is known.  And a suitably repressed, inhibited individual does not need constant supervision and inspection, nor mechanical devices to physically defeat the possibility of ‘the solitary vice’. 

But where in the literature has the approach of purposely engineered psychological pressure applied so as to deliberately induce inhibiting and repressing psychological issues in the hapless subject been depicted?  Hmm?  Let me see now…. I seem to recall touching upon it within the pages of ‘ALICE UNDER DISCIPLINE’ – correct me if I’m wrong!  But I return to it within the new book I have been working on too – provisionally titled at this moment in time as ‘Miss Swanley and her Janice’ – and this time around involving a male protagonist; just to show I’m not misogynistic!  

Nice pic, by the way, I'm sure you'll agree.  But what a shame about all those Tattoos!  Or is it just me?