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I published two stories on Amazon as eBooks. It's my intention to have both books run as a series with new pages being released on a monthly bases. So, please, being an obedient submissive and a slave to my keyboard, I beg and plead with you to visit the website and consider ordering your copy. You have my heartfelt thanks if you do.


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 Hello I am Allan, or as I am known on my social media account slaveallan68. I first started my adventure into online BDSM back in 2017. I was pursuing an interest in erotic hypnosis. After countless searches and YouTube videos, I stumbled upon a site called Fetlife. It is here while following groups that I discovered an interest in writing. My first composition was a story I called Club Surrender. 

That story has since gone on to to be my signature piece with many pages added, and more to be added. I also went on to create other series about pony play, hypnosis, interrogation and much more. In that time I taught myself how to make memes, of which I have hundreds posted.  The material that I create features mostly a FemDom theme. Besides this blog I am on Instagram, Twitter and a host of other sites that I will put links to below.                    

Some of the content content still available is an articles of items that are ideal for creating an online LDR dungeon. I am a strong advocate of using remote controlled toys and restraints that manipulated by a Dominate using different smart phone apps. In future articles I intend to dive deeper into the topic, feature new apps ideal for LDR play.

Another passion of mine is the use of what is refer to as a pervert-able. For anyone that doesn't know a pervert-able is quiet simply any everyday item repurpose  into an adult toy. I like many of you don't have the funds to purchase a dungeon full of toys to play with, so a pervert-able to the rescue.

Some I have used as a pervert-able are clothespins for nipple clamps or a wooden spoon for impact play, and I had a man's tie used on me for restraints, a gags and for a blindfold. The only limitation for a pervert-able is you imagination

 So we make do with what's around the house, good old clothespins for example. they come in great as an improvise nipple clamp. Belts, wooden spoons and pin pong paddles make great impact implements. While a tie can make a great restraint, gag or blindfold in a pinch, and don't get me started on items for stimulation.  

A new thing I've started doing is reaching out to other subs and dominants of other languages. I will be launching new pages devoted to sharing my English content and through the power of google translate bring my content to them too. I know it's not the perfect solution, but it's a start. Links to these pages will be displayed as they become available. Other ideas are in the works too, but I'm not ready to introduce them quite yet. 

So visit some of my other playgrounds below or explore this blog by choosing on of the button above. Have a bunch of fun, and may whoever you pray to see fit to bless you.

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The reluctant sub

 



“Come on, what are you waiting for. I gave you an order, and I expect you to do it, Eli, I mean slave,” Valerie yells scornfully. Eli is a mild mannered senior at the university, and heir to his father's business and massive fortune. He finds himself today at the feet of a woman three years his junior and in her freshman year. I, I can’t, Mistress, what if someone sees me.” Eli protested with a somewhat worrisome look. Valerie is the exact opposite of the man on his knees at her feet. Where Eli is an average height young man, skinny and dresses preppy, and always unsure of himself. Valerie was not! 

Valerie who comes from some typical one industry country town is completely sure of herself. Standing just shy of six feet tall, long curly hair, with penetrating emerald green eyes, she’s gorgeous, and she knows it. Always one to use what the almighty gave her, she never shied from wearing a skirt that’s daringly short. Or a top that just pushes the edge of the school dress code, to get her way.

Valerie presses her bright red lips together in a frown and sighs before speaking, “Oh! Is that so? Is kissing and licking my bare foot here in this secluded part of the library worse than me posting all your dirty secrets on the campus website.” A barely audible  no could be heard escaping Eli’s lips. “I didn’t think so, worm. Now do as you’re told, before I decide to make you strip to those cute little pink panties I made you wear.”

Sorry Mistress, that won’t be necessary. I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Eli repeated himself as he prepares to do Mistress Valerie's bidding. Gently he takes the heel of Valerie’s barefoot in the palms of his hands. He puckers up and leans in towards her waiting foot. Stopping briefly to stare into Valerie’s eyes, hoping that she would stop him.  But his ears are assaulted with a firm, “Do it now, right now, slave, or so help me…”

Smooch! Eli lands a big wet kiss on the top of Valerie’s foot before she has a chance of finishing her sentence. He follows with a second big kiss, before running his tongue the length of the bottom of her beautiful foot. (Hee! Hee! Ha! Ha! Giggle! Hee, Hee, ha ha) making Valerie squirm and laugh. Through her laughter and panting Valerie does manage to say, “I’ll deal with you tickling me later slave, but for now just keep working,” finishing her sentence just before Eli runs his tongue the length of her foot with one long lap, covering from heel to the tip of her toes. Once again causing Valerie to giggle, squirm and snort, as she bits her lip trying to stifle a burst of laughter, in an otherwise dead silent room. 

“Stop, stop, stop, you miserable prick,” she commanded in a hushed yell a moment later, while slapping the top of his head, still giggling, gasping for air, unable to endure any more. Eli, promptly stops fearing any retribution he might receive later if he didn’t. Valerie takes a moment to glance around the room to make sure their little ruckus wasn’t garnishing any unwanted attention. Once satisfied she returns her attention back to her slave kneeling in front of her. A sinister idea then goes through Valerie’s mind as she notices a fearful expression on Eli’s face. “Slave!” She says to gain his full attention. When she has it she continues, “unfasten your pants, open your fly and pull your pants down around your thighs,” she orders him to do so.

“What! She can’t be serious,” Eli says to himself as panic grips him. But one look into Valerie’s face told him that she wasn’t kidding. “Mistress,” he pleads, “please, please Mistress, I beg you don’t make me do it. Surprisingly to Eli, Valerie didn’t get mad, she didn’t even say anything at first. She just turns to her purse and pulls out her phone, plays with it for a moment, before saying, “suit yourself,” as she holds the screen of the phone for him to see. “Which social media site would you like me to post this one to first,” she asked.

Eli’s eyes literally popped out of his head at the image displayed on the screen. Up until then she only claimed she had the stuff that she was blackmailing him with. Now he knew she really does have the goods on him. “That won’t be necessary, Mistress,” he whispered, and proceeded to unfasten his pants and pull them down as order, Which exposed the bright pink lace panties she had him pull on. “Oh, as a punishment, slave, so you don’t question me again, why don’t you unbutton your shirt and pull it off your shoulder too,” Valerie instructs her slave as she points to his chest, arch’s her finger in a circle, before pointing to the floor. Eli was about to make a retort, but after looking at Valerie menacingly staring at him, waiting to see whether he would defy her, or would he think better of it…...

With his stomach turning, head throbbing and heart pounding, Eli pulls off his tie and pushes the first button through his high neck shirt’s buttonhole. Follow by the next one, the one after that and all those that follow after that. Until his shirt is completely unbuttoned. “Come on, don’t keep me waiting.  Pull that thing off for me, baby,”  Valerie teased, knowing full well how horrifying It would be to him.

For Eli, horrifying is an understatement. As far as he’s concerned there hasn’t been a word created yet, to describe how he feels. Having already pulled his pants down as ordered, he kneels there in his panties in full view for anyone to see. A pit is also growing in his stomach as he listens to Valerie egging him on. Eli lets the shirt fall to the floor off his shoulders. Valerie can’t help but feel her power over him, as he kneels with his hands in his lap trying to disguise the fact that he’s wearing a matching bra to the lace panties he’s been forced to have on. “Why so bashful, slave?” Valerie teases. “Why don’t you be a good boy for, Mistress, and kneel up nice and straight. You can also put your hands behind your head too. I don’t know why you would want to hide such a pretty outfit that you’re wearing.”

“No!” Eli screams silently to himself as he complies with putting his hands behind his head. His heart starts to pound even faster, because he can hear the library get busier. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” he heard Valerie demand. Looking down at his legs he does as he is told without resistance this time. He’s rewarded with, “that’s a good boy,” from Valerie just before she takes her bare foot and places it directly in his lap. She proceeds to kneed her toes around his male member causing it to stir. “Oh! Please, God, not here,” he pleads pathetically as he realizes her true intentions. 

“Oh! Isn’t that sweet. You still think you have a say in things,” she expresses with a laugh. “Sweetie, you belong to me now, and whatever is going to happen, will happen, because I want it too. You don’t get a say in it at all.” Valerie announces as she taps his ball with the tip of her toes. “Oh! Look, your little friend wants to come out to play too,” she declares, acknowledging the growing bulge in Eli’s panties. She figures that in a few moments the garment will no longer be able to contain the growing erection. This just aides her to tease his testie all that much more. Embarrassed, humiliated, a growing hard-on and his brain clouded with a lust filled fog. Eli drifts back to how he ended up in this predicament. 


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What is it to be a collared slave

This is an excerpt from an article I wrote for another site. I wish to share it here with you too. The link to the complete article is at the bottom of the page. I'd love to hear your opinions on what being collared means to you. Leave me a comment.


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