BDSM – Shon Richards || Erotiterrorist

Fiction Bite: Personal Solutions

Jan 122022

Dear Madam,

You have either angered, offended, or disappointed someone you know. This someone could be a loved one, family member, coworker or acquaintance, but we will keep their identity and their grievance confidential. We have reviewed their application and have agreed that you are due a moderate to severe spanking of your bare buttocks while being secured to a bench. This spanking will be administered by one of our trained professionals.

If you feel that you do not merit a spanking, then please take no further action. Your consent is very important to Personal Solutions and is a core value of our company. Your non-compliance will be noted after 48 hours and the accusing client will be informed of your refusal.

However, if you feel that you are deserving of a moderate to severe spanking of your bare buttocks while secured to a bench by one of our trained professionals, please come to the Personal Solutions Office, located at 424 Third Street, Suite 6 and bring this notice with you. Our office is open twenty-four hours a day.

Compliance must be completed within 48 hours of receiving this notice.

Once you have complied with the requested service, video and photographic evidence will be submitted to the accusing client. A qualified assessor will then determine the proper monetary compensation for your compliance and write you a check. Personal Solutions will update your file and consider the matter closed.

Note One) A moderate to severe spanking by one of our trained professionals will last thirty to fifty minutes and will result in bruising, tenderness and possible arousal. Personal Solutions is not a sexual service and will not provide any relief of a sexual nature.

Note Two) Monetary compensation is determined by but not limited to surface area of bruising, declarations of contrition, quality of screams, aesthetics of struggles, and other factors at the qualified assessor’s discretion.

Note Three) It is highly recommended that you are accompanied by someone who can provide any necessary aftercare as well as transportation home as your ability to drive will be impaired by the moderate to severe spanking of your bare buttocks while secured to a bench by one of our trained professionals. If you wish to not bring someone for any reason, Personal Solutions can provide an Aftercare Provider for a deducted fee.

Thank you for your time,
Personal Solutions LLC.

Fiction Bite: Number Three

Dec 152021

“Thanks everyone,” Paige said on the conference call before logging out. She looked at the clock and saw that she had half an hour before her next meeting. Was that enough time?

It would have to be. She came once this morning in bed and once again right before starting work. That was only two orgasms and it was already 3pm. The thought of cramming in four more orgasms between work ending and going to bed was daunting. If she got one in now, getting off three times after work seemed much more plausible.

“Fuck All-Nut December and fuck Mr. Corwin for making me do it,” Paige said.

There was no need to go to the bedroom. Paige was already naked from the waist down, another of Mr. Corwin’s little rules. She reached for the vibrator she kept under her desk and plugged it in. The sex toy was one of her bigger ones but she had come to reply on it for quickies these last few days.

Paige smirked and wondered what her coworkers would think if they saw her now. The pandemic had forced everyone to work from home and for the most part, Paige was grateful for that. The downside was that all this free time inspired Mr. Corwin and that perverted man didn’t need more inspiration. That is how she ended up masturbating at least six times a day for every day in December, no matter how sore and tired she became.

“Fuck you, Mr. Corwin,” Paige said again. She liked to say it a lot when he wasn’t around.

Paige leaned back in her chair and placed her feet on her desk. The camera on her computer was pointed right at her. The light was off, but it would be safer to turn the camera around or cover it with a cloth.

“It’s your lucky day, hackers,” Paige said. If there was a chance, however small, that someone was watching her, well, that might be just what she needs for Orgasm #3.

Paige turned on the vibrator. It roared to life. Her pussy was still a little tender from coming earlier but that was life. Paige counted to three and then pressed the vibrator to her sex.

“FUCK!” Paige yelled. It was too intense! She was too sensitive! This was too much!

Paige kept the vibrator where it was. It was what Mr. Corwin would do. The sick fuck would laugh and grind the vibrator harder into her crotch. No matter how loud she screamed or cried, he would keep it on her until she said her safeword.

The thought of Mr. Corwin’s cruelty did its magic. Paige felt her pussy react despite how exhausted it was. She helped it along by reaching under her blouse and pinching a nipple.

The camera stared at Paige. She imagined some secret stalker was watching her. Also, her coworkers, they were watching too. All of them were sharing the connection until each and every one of them saw what a horny desperate slut Paige was.

Paige’s pussy reacted in a slow crescendo of pleasure. The tension grew unbearable as her orgasm was slow to come. She vividly imagined each and every one of her coworker’s faces as she ground the vibrator harder into her sex.

She finally came. Bliss radiated through her body. Page gasped and then shuddered as she rode the peak of euphoria and then whimpered as it quickly faded.

Paige turned off the vibrator. There was one more thing to do. She took her cellphone and snapped a picture of her sore pussy. Without looking at it, she sent it to Mr. Corwin.

He texted back two minutes later. “Three more to go” it said

Fiction Bite: Free Use Proxy

Sep 292021

I bent the blonde girl over the dining table. She squealed as I roughly pulled her pants down. Bright green panties stretched across her wide butt. I pulled those down and took out my cock. She breathed loudly as I put the condom on.

Patricia didn’t say anything. She continued to eat her salad at the table. Her only concession to what was happening involved moving a flower arrangement from the center so the blonde wouldn’t knock it over.

I pushed into the blonde. She was wet, tight and hot for me. A cry of surprise came from her lips. She tried to rise up on her elbows but I pushed down firmly on her back. The blonde whimpered slightly as I pressed her flat.

“Stay there,” I said.

The blonde nodded her head.

I began to fuck her. Short, violent thrusts shook the table. The soda sloshed in Patricia’s glass. The blonde’s young ass made a clapping sound as I slammed my hips into her.

Patricia kept eating. This was nothing new to her. Earlier this year, I let her rent this basement apartment for half the usual rent. In exchange, she agreed to let me fuck her every other Tuesday afternoon. I could do whatever I wanted and she would never complain.

But Patricia had insisted on another clause to our agreement. If Tuesday came around and she had a proxy for me to use, I would fuck that person instead. That seemed extremely unlikely but also hot as fuck, so I agreed.

Eight months and sixteen fucks later, I have yet to fuck Patricia.

I pulled on the blonde’s hair. She lifted her head to face Patricia. No words passed between them as I continued to fuck the tight young pussy.

Where does Patricia get these women? Every week, it is a different one. They are always young. They are always hot. Never do they complain no matter what my vice is that week and trust me, I have a lot of kinks.

The blonde whimpered as I fucked her. Patricia finished her salad and toyed with the crust on her bread. I slapped the side of the blonde’s ass and she jumped. The clenching of my cock was delightful. I slapped her ass again.

Patricia got up to take her dishes to the kitchenette. After cleaning her dishes, she usually goes to the couch and watches television. Sometimes she goes to her desk and plays on her computer. Curiously, she never goes to her bedroom. She is always a witness to what I do to her proxy.

As for me, after a few more minutes of fucking, I plan to pull out and spank this blonde’s wide ass. We’ll go to the couch and I’ll have her suck me. Patricia might sit beside me to watch TV but she’ll never touch me. After the blowjob, I’ll might spank the blonde’s ass again or maybe I will just skip the spanking and go to fucking her ass.

Either way, I have already decided that I will come on the blonde’s face. A lot of the women hate that but it never stops me. This is a nice basement and these proxies are here to be used.

I know Patricia agrees.

Have You Played Someone Has Died?

Sep 242021

That accent card has ruined so many good players.

Someone has died. It is very sad. The players have gathered together to argue who should receive the estate of the deceased. Everyone draws cards that define their characters. One player will be the estate lawyer who will ask questions and make the final judgement. During play, Objection cards will be rewarded to players that can be used on others. Objection cards become facts that players must now incorporate into their characters and defend.

That’s it. That is the whole game. It is that easy.

Except it is not easy at all because the cards are BONKERS. Draw your first batch and you are playing a Whimsical Nanny Psychologist who loves arm-wrestling and knew the deceased from being in the same role-playing game group. Your fellow players are playing unfrozen cavemen who write children’s books and talking dog that dreams of being an actor. The caveman’s relationship is he once owned a bar with the deceased while the talking dog was his AA sponsor.

As you can imagine, this is primarily a game of improv. The lawyer player makes up questions and the players make up anwsers that correspond to the cards they possess. Objection cards inflict a negative thing the player has to improv like secretly poisoning the well at the children’s park. That gets a bit harder to argue you deserve a big fat inheritance.

What genuinely surprises me about this game is how much people love it. I have played this game with families and half-drunk smart-asses and everyone loves it. This is the game other people request that I bring. This is the game everyone talks about for weeks after. Out of all my games, this is the one people tend to buy the night of playing it for the first time.

You might as well it too.

Have You Listened to Sexualizer?

Sep 172021

Sexualizer is a synth and vocal album by James “Perturbator” Kent. The music is a weird crossroad of haunting, sexy and head-bopping. It is the kind of music that permeates into your background and makes anything you are doing feel so much cooler.

Now I have to be honest about something. There is a description on the bandcamp page for this album that explains the story of a porn actor getting hooked on drugs, murdering people and going to jail. I don’t know if I have every noticed any of that while listening to the music. That’s on me, but maybe you will. Either way, this is a lovely short album.

Days Go By

May 102020

I caught myself playing Spelunky for the 593rd time today. It is an older game that creates random levels for you to jump, loot and die in. I have gotten to the end several times in the past but not recently. The random generation of levels means every game feels fresh even when you die to a bat for the 592nd time.

It struck me that Spelunky’s random levels were a metaphor for this self-isolation. All of the components of staying home are the same every day but we yearn for a remix of those elements to give us the illusion of experiencing something new. Yesterday I wrote something at night and marveled at the novelty.

I received a few Kickstarter products last week that I tore through. My heart goes out to creators who kept getting their work out there while the rest of the world obsessed themselves with the pandemic. I plan to review a few of them here in the coming weeks. It is important they get remembered and promoted to the rest of the world, but also I need something to hang a schedule on and catching you up on my reading might be the thing that drags me to the keyboard.

Have you created a demon to keep you company during this pandemic? If not, I highly recommend it. Use my journal game, Your Demon Lover to make this isolation period a little less isolated.

What attempts at novelty have you tried lately?

Coronapollooza!

Mar 152020

Hey, remember when I said I had to go find a job? Yeah, the global pandemic had different ideas. I came down with a nasty cold/flu/possible death virus and got desk-ridden for a week or so. Now that I can breathe again, smart people are telling everyone to stay the fuck home. Okay!

While I was sick, I played the new video game, The Longing. In this game, a strange stone king creates you and tells you he is taking a nap. He wants you to watch over his empty deserted underground kingdom and to wake him up in 400 days. That is 400 real time days. Have fun!

And you know, I have had fun. I’ve decorated my tine hole in the wall that I call home. I have explored the kingdom and picked up spare books. You can read the books in the game and that is why I am on page 900 and something of Moby Dick.

Luckily, time goes faster when you have a decorated home. So although I have 167 hours logged on the game, 720 hour have passed in the game. Still, that is a hell of a commitment to a game where you are utterly alone. On the other hand, America is kinda playing that game in real life right now.

My Demon Lover card game is almost finished. I think I should have a copy ready for purchase by the end of the month. It is a journal game where you summon to a demon to fuck, submit or dominate. I need to hurry to all you self-isolators can summon a playmate to keep you company.

Stay safe out there people.

Learning to Play with Writing (Again)

Jan 312020

A few years ago, a friend of mine expressed surprise at the amount of fiction I gave away for free on my blog. As an artist who paid his bills with his art, he thought I was far too generous and was short-changing myself.

I politely disagreed at the time, but then I published my first interactive fiction story on Kindle. My royalties from that book were easily ten times what I was making on my other works combined. I went from using my royalties to pay for a nice meal or two to using my royalties to being able to spoil myself with expensive books and porn memorabilia.

All of a sudden, it seemed like non-interactive fiction wasn’t a good use of my time.

I have put out four interactive books since then and have another book almost ready to go. They have all done extremely well and I am very proud of them. It is not enough to make a living from it, but being able to buy a plane ticket with my earnings is a nice feeling.

The problem is, interactive fiction takes a lot of work. Picture the last erotic story you enjoyed reading, and imagine it being three times longer. Once you add options to a story, the story multiplies in pages. Now take that huge story and then edit it. Now edit it again. Then proofread it again.

As much as I enjoy writing and getting paid for interactive fiction, it can be a lot of writing before you get the fruit of your labors. To help with this, I still write a monthly Vaquel story. Revisiting Vaquel is a nice little break most days, but some times it feels like another deadline I have to squeeze between writing more choices for my interactive story.

I always make sure that my interactive stories are subjects I enjoy writing about, but even the most beloved task becomes work when you do it long enough.

What I need to do is add more play to my writing. I have returned to short fiction to do this. Fiction Bites are my self-mandated breaks. Tiny self-contained stories that are over and done. Or maybe I will turn some of them into a series as long as the short lengths remain the same. It is up to me. I will treat them purely as recreation like I would watching movies or playing games. The act of creating something to amuse myself with no commercial application is incredibly freeing.

Speaking of games, I am carving out more time for journal games, especially erotic ones. I used to avoid random prompts but games like “Alone Among the Stars” changed my mind. Lately I have been playing my own game, “Traveling the Planes of Desire,” as well as Hyvemind’s “Hunger.”

It is fun to rediscover how to play with writing again. Writing has always been a coping mechanism for me. It helped me through some of the worse times of my life as well as help celebrate some of the best. I will always publish erotica for money, because hey, I do like money, but in the future I will also remember that writing can be the best self-care.

Fiction Bite: Caverns Dark and Full.

Jan 292020

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe was on her cheek and knees. Stone clamps held her wrists somewhere between her shins. A rock stockade restrained her ankles. The position kept Chloe’s buttocks high in the air but she didn’t want to think about that.

Thu-THUMP!

She wanted to turn her head but it was impossible. The grubby little men used a weird paste to glue her long blonde hair to the hard stone floor. They made the paste themselves, out of their ejaculate and a certain blue mushroom. Chloe knew from experience that she would pull her hair out of her scalp before it ever let go of the floor.

There was a solvent that the small men used to dissolve the paste. The sharp smell suggested what it was made from, but Chloe didn’t want to think about that either.

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe winced and tried to focus on something else. Shapes lurked in the room but it was hard to make them out. The single lantern in the room pulsed a sickly orange light. Could that be a bound person over in the corner? Was there a cage to the left of her? She tried to remember what the room looked like when she was brought here, but all she remembered was that terrible machine that was now behind her.

Thu-THUMP!

Not for the first time and not for the last, Chloe cursed her boyfriend, Kyle. It was his idea to go camping. He was the one that insisted they get away from the main sites and set up someone out of the way. When she heard digging sounds beneath their tent, Kyle was the one who told her not to worry as he went back to fucking her. He is the reason she was on this floor right now.

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe wondered Kyle was now. When the ground gave out beneath them, they fell together in the darkness. She cried out to him as small hands grabbed her. He might have screamed too, but she wasn’t sure. Chloe was too busy fighting in vain as she was bound and taken away through tunnels small and large.

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe shuddered. She hoped Kyle got away. He would have told the park rangers what happened. They might not believe him, but they would go looking for her.

But would they know to check deep beneath the earth?

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe growled and hoped that Kyle didn’t get away. She had never seen her small captors with a male prisoner, but that didn’t mean they might not have any. Kyle deserved to be naked and trapped somewhere. He should be the one getting tormented, not her!

Click-Click-Click

Chloe sobbed with relief. The thick stone phallus in her ass slowly retracted. It pulled nearly all the way out of her puckered asshole. After being fucked for hours, the sudden absence of the massive dildo felt like heaven.

SPLOOSH! The phallus sprayed Chloe’s asshole full of a slippery liquid. Her ass struggled to hold it all until it could hold no more. Lube leaked from her ass and dribbled down her thighs.

Thu-THUMP! The machine went back to work. The stone phallus plunged deep inside of Chloe’s stretched asshole. It filled her and then stayed inside of her. The gears turned silently inside the machine, waiting until the next thrust cycle.

Chloe moaned. Her sex ached to be touched. Her ass ached to be empty again. Bound and plastered to the floor, neither was likely to happen until one of those strange small men returned. Even then, there was no telling what bizarre machine or cruel lust they would inflict on her next. She was at their mercy and from what she had seen, they had no mercy.

Thu-THUMP!