BDSM Writing Challenge

[jon.hayworth]

Miss Taken

Nice to receive your comments. I am sure I am not the only one who is eagerly looking forward to reading your own contribution.

Being Forum Moderator does not give you an indemnity

By the way do you like the new avitar?

jon

 

[psiberzerker]

Yeah, if you think you can get away with that you're...

 

[redelicious]

[SNIP]

Red?
No way am I trying haiku with you here!
Very well done....

*Blushing*

Ty so much MissT. I'd love to see what you would come up with, though.

 

[MissTaken]

Gee whiz!

I thought I made up the rules.

Rule number 425.62

Moderator is not allowed to write, only read and enjoy


Okay...not fair.
I will give it some thought and get back to you.

The morning after is a huge part of my own pleasure, so hopefully, I , as a non poet, can piece together a few words.



*giggles*

 

[MoonduskSub]

Re: New Topic!

The morning after:

Poetry:

25 words or less.

or

Haiku! (Thought we could take a stab at haiku.)

Prose:
100 words or less.

Taboo words:

last
sensation
night
feeling
need
No body parts are two be used in their typical form: no arm, leg, breast, pussy, nothing like that.
bruise
ache
remember
You

Have fun!

Streaming light,
falling over sheets of snow,
Where two lay in a peaceful glow.
Memories...
What is to come?
Only their darkness may know.

 

[Ezarc]

Re: New Topic!

The morning after:

Poetry:

25 words or less.

or

Haiku! (Thought we could take a stab at haiku.)

Prose:
100 words or less.

Taboo words:

last
sensation
night
feeling
need
No body parts are two be used in their typical form: no arm, leg, breast, pussy, nothing like that.
bruise
ache
remember
You

Have fun!

Brain buzzing,
Energies relived with a thought.
Your scent lingers,
Mingled with the oders of us.
I look to the empty bed,
Scarves look loney without your wrists.
Soon, yes soon,
It will be time.

 

[D's mariposa]

Re: New Topic!

The morning after:

Poetry:

25 words or less.

or

Haiku! (Thought we could take a stab at haiku.)

Prose:
100 words or less.

Taboo words:

last
sensation
night
feeling
need
No body parts are two be used in their typical form: no arm, leg, breast, pussy, nothing like that.
bruise
ache
remember
You

Have fun!

Ok.. Haiku...

hands, soft in the morning,
hard in the darkness.
my flesh remembers all.

Poetry...

the sound of the alarm pierces my sleep,
annoying, but not painful.
my limbs recall what pain really is,
as I smile into your knowing eyes.

Prose...

The sound of water falling draws me from my dreams. The scent of coffee teases my nose as I stretch my kinked and tired limbs. I bring two cups into the bathroom, and pause before disrobing. I stop and study your silloette through the glass. I find the image strangely vulnerable, even as my body glows from your attention. I am overwhelmed with the need to protect the one who hurts me, loves me, takes my twisted psyche to new and lower heights. I enter the steamy spray and gently wash yourself, loving the sensations beneath my skin. My hot tears mingle with the spray, as I am overwhelmed, wondering, "Is this what it means to love?"

(edited because I accidently entered before I was done. Yes I know silloette is spelled wrong, but my spell checker is awol. Yes, my prose is a little long but I can't decide where to edit it.)

 

[lark sparrow]

Well done! What a pleasure to read, mariposa.

 

[jon.hayworth]

Pinching an idea from another forum (Authors Hangout) does anyone else fancy collaborating on writing the most clichey ridden, bad BDSM story.

The sort of story that starts something like this. -

The leather clad masked Mistress stood at the entrance to her dungeon, one leather gloved hand rested on her hips, in the other hand she held a cruel looking stock whip. "Come here," she said, beckoning to a shaved slave ....

Get the idea? Does anyone want to play? The idea being to write collaboratively either one piece of over 1000 words or even more fun to write a clicheyed chain story.

jon

 

[MissTaken]

Pinching an idea from another forum (Authors Hangout) does anyone else fancy collaborating on writing the most clichey ridden, bad BDSM story.

The sort of story that starts something like this. -

The leather clad masked Mistress stood at the entrance to her dungeon, one leather gloved hand rested on her hips, in the other hand she held a cruel looking stock whip. "Come here," she said, beckoning to a shaved slave ....

Get the idea? Does anyone want to play? The idea being to write collaboratively either one piece of over 1000 words or even more fun to write a clicheyed chain story.

jon

*giggles*
I saw that thread as well. Hmm the only problem I see is that non lifestylers who don't know better would still rate a Bad BDSM story a 5 !

But what fun it could be to write it. How could you ever remove the tongue firmly implanted in your cheek?

"The slave, clad only in a loin cloth, could do nothing to hide his erection. He seemed to carry a pup tent upon his groin!

"Yes, Mistress. How may I serve You, Mistress?" he replies quickly, eagerly hoping to serve her with her favorite body lotion and a sound whupping. "

Groan. I am getting nauseous playing with the idea!

 

[jon.hayworth]

MissT - Can I take it that you are on board? Come on folks join in so far we have -

The leather clad masked Mistress stood at the entrance to her dungeon, one leather gloved hand rested on her hips, in the other hand she held a cruel looking stock whip. "Come here," she said, beckoning to a shaved slave. The slave, clad only in a loin cloth, could do nothing to hide his erection. He seemed to carry a pup tent upon his groin!

"Yes, Mistress. How may I serve You, Mistress?" he replies quickly, eagerly hoping to serve her with her favorite body lotion and a sound whupping.

"Before you speak to me make your usual sign of obeissiance," the Mistress said, as she laid the lash across the slave's shoulder blades.

The slave, quivering with pleasure, obediently bowed his head and began to lick the spiked heels of the Mistress's glossy boots.


Come and join the fun, let's show the 'nilla writers how to write trash.

jon

 

[ammre]

Re: New Topic!

The morning after:

Poetry:

25 words or less.

or

Haiku! (Thought we could take a stab at haiku.)

Prose:
100 words or less.

Taboo words:

last
sensation
night
feeling
need
No body parts are two be used in their typical form: no arm, leg, breast, pussy, nothing like that.
bruise
ache
remember
You

Have fun!

It is morning.
I awaken to the delicate caress of my lover's breath on me
tracing the red lines and their criss cross pattern on my flesh.
The tingling of that thouch tenderly tracing my welts bringing fourth a new pain that transports my world back into the moment. The moment when our love was made known by the sting of a lash. The control and lust of the rope's fibers. The humility of our desires.
It is morning, let the healing begin.

(at first it was a haiku... than it became a poem.. and once i realized it was 32 words i kept going and made it prose... but i honestly thing that "The tingling of that thouch tenderly tracing " is one intresting row of t's)


edited because i really wanna try haiku... bad in my high school days we wrote all our english notes (like notes to eachother) in haiku.

criss-crossed skin endures
symbol of humility
let's do it again.

 

[psiberzerker]

Mwu Ha Ha !

"The leather clad masked Mistress stood at the entrance to her dungeon, one leather gloved hand rested on her hips, in the other hand she held a cruel looking stock whip. "Come here," she said, beckoning to a shaved slave. The slave, clad only in a loin cloth, could do nothing to hide his erection. He seemed to carry a pup tent upon his groin!

"Yes, Mistress. How may I serve You, Mistress?" he replies quickly, eagerly hoping to serve her with her favorite body lotion and a sound whupping.

"Before you speak to me make your usual sign of obeissiance," the Mistress said, as she laid the lash across the slave's shoulder blades.

The slave, quivering with pleasure, obediently bowed his head and began to lick the spiked heels of the Mistress's glossy boots."

{"Squirm, worm" the dominatrisssimo sneered down at her aquiescent pet. He wrythed as best he could while maintaining contact with her perfectly booted foot.}

Something like that? Ugh, I feel so dirty.

 

[jon.hayworth]

Psiberzerker that was right on the button - sorry I have not got time to add anything at this moment, I am away from my own PC and my mind is on the task of fixing my camper at the moment.

Hope to put some more onto the story by the weekend. Hope some more of you join in.

jon

 

[maggie2002]

bad bdsm story

!
"The leather clad masked Mistress stood at the entrance to her dungeon, one leather gloved hand rested on her hips, in the other hand she held a cruel looking stock whip. "Come here," she said, beckoning to a shaved slave. The slave, clad only in a loin cloth, could do nothing to hide his erection. He seemed to carry a pup tent upon his groin!

"Yes, Mistress. How may I serve You, Mistress?" he replies quickly, eagerly hoping to serve her with her favorite body lotion and a sound whupping.

"Before you speak to me make your usual sign of obeissiance," the Mistress said, as she laid the lash across the slave's shoulder blades.

The slave, quivering with pleasure, obediently bowed his head and began to lick the spiked heels of the Mistress's glossy boots."

{"Squirm, worm" the dominatrisssimo sneered down at her aquiescent pet. He wrythed as best he could while maintaining contact with her perfectly booted foot.}


* " Enough worm, rise and continue your worship." The pet rose to his knees licking and kissing his way up the backs of her legs alternating his attention. She moved forward and bent. "You know what to do now pet!" He hesitated a moment too long. She
turned and shoved him back to the floor.
"Feel my wrath you useless worm,"and she walked up his crotch and ground her hell into his rampant cock leaving deep indentations already turning purple as she looked.

"That's just the start" She walked off to return with her toys.

 

[jon.hayworth]

"The leather clad masked Mistress stood at the entrance to her dungeon, one leather gloved hand rested on her hips, in the other hand she held a cruel looking stock whip. "Come here," she said, beckoning to a shaved slave. The slave, clad only in a loin cloth, could do nothing to hide his erection. He seemed to carry a pup tent upon his groin!

"Yes, Mistress. How may I serve You, Mistress?" he replies quickly, eagerly hoping to serve her with her favorite body lotion and a sound whupping.

"Before you speak to me make your usual sign of obeissiance," the Mistress said, as she laid the lash across the slave's shoulder blades.

The slave, quivering with pleasure, obediently bowed his head and began to lick the spiked heels of the Mistress's glossy boots."

"Squirm, worm" the dominatrisssimo sneered down at her aquiescent pet. He wrythed as best he could while maintaining contact with her perfectly booted foot.


" Enough worm, rise and continue your worship." The pet rose to his knees licking and kissing his way up the backs of her legs alternating his attention. She moved forward and bent. "You know what to do now pet!" He hesitated a moment too long. She
turned and shoved him back to the floor.
"Feel my wrath you useless worm,"and she walked up his crotch and ground her hell into his rampant cock leaving deep indentations already turning purple as she looked.

"That's just the start" She walked off to return with her toys.

From her brass bound dark wood toy chest she selected a butt-plug. "Bend over and spread yourself," She commanded.

When her slave did not respond as rapidly as she required she seized him by the ears and forced his head down until his forehead touched the toes of her shiny boots. He squealed in pain as she rammed the unlubricated plug into his anus.

"Silence!" Her voice reverberrated around the dungeon like a gun-shot.

Still her sorely abused slave whimpered.

"I shall have silence," she said forcing the ball-gag between his jaws. It was whilst she was gagging him that she noticed the slave's rampant erection.

 

[MissTaken]

It looks like Jon's idea sort of sunk. I think for me, it wsa hard to write a really bad story because to people who haven't been involved or informed, all the leather and strappings would look like a good story.

So, here is a task:

A poem concerning Dominance or Dominants!

Taboo words

strength
direction/instruction
power
command or commanding
submissive
submit
harsh
firm
strict
soft
tender
gentle
need
want
desire


*just brainstorming words NOT to be included in your poem*

 

[D's mariposa]

It looks like Jon's idea sort of sunk. I think for me, it wsa hard to write a really bad story because to people who haven't been involved or informed, all the leather and strappings would look like a good story.

So, here is a task:

A poem concerning Dominance or Dominants!

Taboo words

strength
direction/instruction
power
command or commanding
submissive
submit
harsh
firm
strict
soft
tender
gentle
need
want
desire


*just brainstorming words NOT to be included in your poem*

ok. off the top of my head.. (y'all don't want to know what's going on in the bottom of it!)

entering the room softly, eyes lowered,
unable to gaze upon You.
i stumble, over nothing but my fear.
You stand there before the window, waiting for me.
i can't move, can't breathe without Your permission.
help me.

 

[dragonlace]

It looks like Jon's idea sort of sunk. I think for me, it wsa hard to write a really bad story because to people who haven't been involved or informed, all the leather and strappings would look like a good story.

So, here is a task:

A poem concerning Dominance or Dominants!

Taboo words

strength
direction/instruction
power
command or commanding
submissive
submit
harsh
firm
strict
soft
tender
gentle
need
want
desire


*just brainstorming words NOT to be included in your poem*

Body trembling
He looks upon me
Feeling His gaze
As it reaches my soul
Longing for His touch
Kneeling waiting
For just a word
To be His utterly
Blissful torment
Driving me forward
His eyes alone
Tell me my place
Owner of my heart
Master of my will

 

[Netzach]

I was my Master's man. In the photgraph
of the slings in the catacombs,
crisco alligned with each leather web,
there is a stillness. I had the broadest
of all the shoulders there
in the moments between moments
my lungs drew in air
in great contractions, deep expansions
a whisper as he passed through my skin.

 

[MissTaken]

Next assignment: The craving, the drive

Taboo words:

need
craving
drive
want
desire
must
have
I
me

25 words for poetry

150 words for prose. (It seems that may be more manageable.)

Enjoy

 

[WriterDom]

Re: Next assignment: The craving, the drive

Taboo words:

need
craving
drive
want
desire
must
have
I
me

25 words for poetry

150 words for prose. (It seems that may be more manageable.)

Enjoy

Too many damn rules. Why can't we just have a "make a pussy wet, or cock hard, or both" under 250 words.

 

[MissTaken]

Re: Re: Next assignment: The craving, the drive

Too many damn rules. Why can't we just have a "make a pussy wet, or cock hard, or both" under 250 words.

Where's the challenge in that?



I can use five words to do that. Oh, with pics!


Okay...since the taboo word thing has died a sad death, let's try something else.

Make a pussy wet or a cock hard in under 250 words.

 

[D's mariposa]

Re: Re: Next assignment: The craving, the drive

Too many damn rules. Why can't we just have a "make a pussy wet, or cock hard, or both" under 250 words.

That's one scary dancing nanner.... Let me have some coffee and I'll try to think of something..

 

[Hecate]

bumpedy bump

What happened to that cool little thread?

Wasn't it about time we revived the creative side of things?

Just a thought
Hecate