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Erotica: The Midan Beating Slave

November 22, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

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“How did the belt whipping you got from Rigio feel?”

Silence.

“Please tell me. Did it feel good?”

Tension in her shoulders, heaving breaths again. She warred within herself between what had been and what now was.

“It’s okay to say that it did feel good, Faesca. It’s not bad to like what your Masters do with you. Not in Mida.”

He gave her a moment to think on that.

“Would you like to have another belt whipping like you got from Rigio?”

She nodded under her arms.

His hand slipped under her arm to draw her from the sofa. “Come here.”

She turned around, feeling small and shaking nervously again. His strong fingers under her chin tilted her face up until she looked at him. She knew so much…and so little.

“It’s okay, Faesca. It is important to tell us you like what we do. If you like it, we do it more. We like to do the things you like to receive. If you want me to give you a nice strapping, you have only to ask,” he concluded, opening firm fingers to softly cup her cheek.

She struggled with acceptance, a single tear sliding out her right eye for such unfamiliar kindness.

“You are allowed pleasure here,” he said, calm with measured earnest. “We require that all things be pleasurable to our love slaves. No one will punish you for liking the things we do. We will prize you all the more.”

He paused, seeing her ease slightly and deciding on a new angle.

“Do you feel a gnawing in your belly? A craving for the pain of the strap? Here?”

His hand massaged just below her belly button.

Blinking, the scared bunny returned, she nodded a tiny nod.

“Do you like the peaceful calm that settles over you after?”

Another nod. How did he know?

“Do you sleep very well?” he asked with a small smile, hand lowering to cup her quim. She stood wider on her knees for him…such a good girl…and gave a more confident nod.

“How often did your former whip you?” he asked, slipping two fingers into her.

“A’mosh every gay,” she whispered so small he barely heard.

“Almost every day?” he repeated for clarity.

One more nod.

He removed the fingers, judging her to be receptive but not yet in high need.

He held his arms open. “Come here.”

She put herself into his embrace and he held her close and warm. A long moment it was, during which she calmed considerably. He ended the hug, set her back at the half arm’s length.

“Now tell me true. Would you like me to give you a nice long strapping to help you feel that special quiet and sleep well?”

Calm, quiet, with that same adorable blink. “Peash, Masker.”

He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Good girl. As you were over the cushion. Be prepared for me.”

She was much faster this time and he made only one correction, moving her arms off her head. “My aim is true, sweet little Faesca. I will never strike that which I do not want to hit. And I never will want to hit you in the head. Not ever. I promise you.”

On second thought, one more adjustment. He moved her hair clear of her face, wanting to see her expression. And maybe putting her knees a couple inches farther over so he could better see the pink of her puss while she remained tall on her knees. He started lightly, ranging from her shoulders down to her ribs, listening to her gasp, watching her flinch inside her skin. After ten minutes, he stroked a hand over her back. She sucked in a breath, sighing it out long and even. Slipping his other hand down and under to find her clitoris, she was catapulted into a sudden hard climax.

He had not expected it so soon. Nor so easily.

“Very good girl. Would you like a harder beating now?”

“Peash, Masker,” she breathed.

He took her through another quarter hour, increasing his speed and force until she was taking as hard as he wanted of her. Only a moderate force. Not nearly as hard as he would in future days. Not for the first with him. And this time, when he grasped her clitoris, she shrieked and jerked downward in ejaculatory orgasm.

The beating itself aroused her passions.

He sat on the sofa to watch her recover from the powerful release, thinking he would have to reward Dohan very well. Such a treasure as this was rare indeed. He got himself another serving of wine, smiling into it when his secretary knocked on the door to announce Axlar’s return.

“Your timing is impeccable, brother,” he said, having risen. “I have something to show you.”

Without asking her if she wanted more, Preece began another round. He started as hard as he had ended the previous, quickly working up to smarting ¾ strength thwacks that echoed off the stone walls. She made no sound other than the occasional grunt or sigh. She no longer flinched, rapidly descending into the Beating Slave’s Dream Space. He gave her only five minutes worth, however. A firm squeeze of her clit and her cum jetted from her, running down both thighs in a warm river. No shriek this time. She let out a long, low, grunting groan and her body shuddered hard.

“Was that your idea or hers?” Axlar asked.

“She requested a strapping after some discussion to get her over her many Murabettan morals and trepidations. She is primed and ready for you and I’ll be back in the morning. I have to reward my slave.”

“What did Doe do?” Axlar asked, helping Peeper to her feet.

“Put his own ass on the line to make me see she’s a beating slave. Not a thing he does often,” Preece replied, watching Peeper swoon so that Axlar was compelled to scoop her up into strong arms.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in Council,” Axe said by way of exit.

He carried her through the palace to his own chamber and eased her onto the bed. The slightest caress of her thigh and she opened completely to him. So yielding and acquiescent was she that he took her to the limits of her endurance and left her sleeping in his bed while he went to the evening meal. He didn’t leave her for long, however, taking Rainko back with him. Refreshed by the deep nap, she did not protest when the two took turns with straps from the wall. Axlar refrained from introducing her to penile sodomy, instead using a medium sized leather phallus to begin opening her. He and his brother shared her repeatedly, toying with her together, watching as the other used her alone, delighting in the newness of the day’s discovery and learning her responses to many things.

Rainko escorted her to the slave hall and personally put her into her sleeping space. He remained at the opening, a hand resting on her leg until she was asleep. A matter of minutes in her well-fucked, well-beaten state. He went in search of Morcone, finding the Custodian of Thralls in his small office with Echie in bondage on her back over his desk and numerous painful clips in various places over breasts, thighs and labia.

A lovely picture indeed.

“Peeper is to be cared for in the manner of a beating slave from now on.”

“That is rather sudden, Highness,” Morcone replied, having risen from his chair to bow for the Prince.

“Six years in the making, actually. She may be new to Mida’s way of the love slave; but she is an experienced and quite accomplished beating slave.”

“How accomplished?” Morcone had to ask.

“Give her a few months and she’ll equal Orla.”

With that, Prince Rainko went to his own chamber, to Hanar’s waiting flesh. For the first time in months, he was too spent to make use of her, turning over with his back to her to get a sound sleep. And sent her back to the Slave Hall in the gray of early dawn without using her even once.

Excerpt from PEEPER — https://books2read.com/u/bOxRLK

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TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
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Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Topping Your Dominant

November 22, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

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Now and then, someone arrives in my inbox with a conundrum. Their dominant has, out of the blue, asked them to do the topping.

If one is always the bottom, always the submissive, suddenly being asked to do the exact opposite can be a startling prospect. I can easily imagine a deer in headlights expression as their brain freezes on that thought and cannot go forward.

“I don’t know how to hurt him”
“I don’t know that I can.”
“He is my master and I never want to see him in pain–let alone cause it.”

Dominant does not always mean being the top. I’ve said many times that the bottom can be the dominant. I am a dominant sadomasochist. Whether I’m the top or the bottom, I’m the boss.

Service topping is a thing.
Submissive top is a thing.
There’s nothing wrong with either of those things.

In this moment, we are seeing the dominant bottom/submissive top dynamic in action.

First thing’s first. “I don’t know how…” Stop right there. The simplest solution is right in front of you. ASK your dominant to teach you the implements they want you to use on them. There’s nothing to fear in learning how to swing a flogger or a paddle. You’re more likely to hit far too lightly in your initial efforts. The pillow you use for a target won’t really care. For all the “you’ll put out your eye” warnings about single tails, I don’t know anyone who actually has. It’s not that difficult to learn if you learn flogging first. If you’re an impact bottom, zinging yourself now and then is actually a bit of a bonus. Think about how your dominant uses them on you. Apply the techniques to your practice.

Ask your dom to teach you the lines they want you to say. Write out the script if you have to. Practice by yourself in front a mirror until you can say those lines easily. Actors practice their lines. The first few times you do this, you may as well consider yourself an actor. There’s no harm in practicing your script.

“I don’t know that I can” – Once you’ve learned how to handle the implements and say your lines, you’re one transition from doing it to a human being. You know you are capable in the sense of making the paddle work (on a pillow) so you take that big breath and you let the paddle swing to make contact with human flesh. Guaranteed you’ll barely bap the ass, but that’s okay. You’ve gotten past the hardest part. Actually swinging a paddle (or flogger) at a human being.

While you’re engaging in your very first topping scene, your dominant should be coaching and coaxing you along and telling you what you’re doing well and when to go harder.. You know what you can take. You know how hard your ass is hit, how hard the flogger is swung. Build up your force just like your dominant does. At the same time, you’ll build up your confidence.

You have a plethora of technique and experience at your disposal. Use it.

The thing to remember is that you are serving your dominant how they want to be served. Pain is pleasure to the sadomasochist. In pain, there is freedom. You are providing both and learning an entirely new skillset at the same time. There’s certainly nothing wrong about that.

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

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Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

How To Whip Yourself

November 14, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

I frequently see questions about how to play by one’s self. In this day and age of plague, it’s particularly important to take care of our own needs. I have always been able to do so, not relying on a partner to give me the pleasures I like most.

This third self-play article will cover an easy impact technique anyone can use with a belt, flogger, and even a short single tail.

First, get a leather belt. If you don’t already have one in your play kit, you can get an inexpensive one from any decent clothing store. Target regularly has them for under twenty dollars. I have found beautifully broken in belts at thrift stores also. They clean up easily enough with soap and water and some shea butter or coconut oil for conditioner.

The length of the belt doesn’t really matter so long as it’s not too long. Something in the 30 to 36 inch range is fine. When folded over, it will be the perfect length.

Standing is a better position so you can swing freely and not smack the bed, chair or sofa. But on your knees on a bed works too.

Start off swinging around your ribs to your back. You may be surprised how much effort is needed to give yourself a good smack. It can be a pretty decent arm workout.

Then over your shoulders. The movies make it look so easy, don’t they?

Inner thighs are right there. Buttocks, back of thighs. Varying the speed changes up the force of impact.

A broken-in belt is easier than a new one, but a new one will be broken in after a few sessions. A studded belt adds another degree of intensity. Some people I know have liked to use the buckle end rather than the leather in the middle. Give it a try; see if you agree.

A game I have played:

Sit down to watch a show on regular television. Commercial comes on, pick up the belt and beat yourself with it until the show comes back. Sit back, watch the show. Commercial comes on, pick up the belt and beat yourself with it. The resting between lets the endorphins come forward into a delicious high – for me, at least. The high is my goal in the first place.

By the 45 minute mark, commercials created an almost Pavlovian response in me.

You can create your own games, such as “1 strike every time someone on a show says the word “the” or “and”, or says a particular character’s name. Then give yourself that many strikes at the next commercial break, or wait and add them all up when the show is over.

All of these things can be done with a short flogger also. Something fifteen to eighteen inches overall length will do. It needs to be hefty enough that the falls have impact. Too long and too thin is difficult to throw over one’s own shoulder and get the impact desired. Shorter is easier to control and strike where you want.

Guess what? You can use a short whip too! I bought a pair of mini snake whips from Highland Whip Design (Instagram – HighlandWhipDesign; Fetlife — https://fetlife.com/users/7280606) and they can absolutely be used to whip one’s self using the same around the ribs and over the shoulder techniques. In fact, while he was finishing them, I asked him if it would reach well for that and he did it on himself to confirm that, yes, absolutely, these will whip one’s own back.

Between these two how-to articles, you have four different implements you can use almost all over on your body. Start with the flogger for warming up. Move on to the belt and then the wooden spoon. Conclude with the whip for that final sharp sting. Hours of self-play are at your fingertips.

If you aren’t too hard on yourself, you can do this every day if you want.

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TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and over 25 fiction books.

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

How To Use A Wooden Spoon On Yourself

November 7, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

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This second self-play article will cover an easy impact technique anyone can use.

First, get a wooden spoon from the kitchen if you don’t already have one in your play kit.

Sitting upright is easiest for reaching most of the body. Start wherever you like. I’ll describe an easy sequence that starts with the inner thighs.

Experiment with how to hold the spoon. Tight isn’t always the most advantageous. If you hold it loosely and allow the spoon to swing an arc of several inches, you’ll get more pain out of its inertia than the strength of your arm.

I don’t do one hard whap at a time. I let it swing and strike over and over and over, rapidly but with moderate force. This builds up the stinging sensation. When I get a hit that is at my upper range, I move to the other thigh.

Ranging to the outside of the thigh changes the sensation significantly. The outer is used to be rubbed against clothing. The inner is more sensitive.

Moving up the belly, yes you can strike on the belly. You’re not going to hit hard enough to do any damage. Up to the breasts/pectorals. Men may find they really enjoy impact to the chest.

You can reach over your shoulders as well, to your upper back. Leaning to one side, you can strike your own buttocks and down the length of the back of your thigh. Lean the other direction to get the other side.

You can turn the spoon around and hold the scoop and use the stick end to strike. This changes both the impact sensation and the concentration of pain.

If you find yourself aroused, get a dildo or jack yourself as you would during any other masturbatory session.

I’ve given myself quite a lot of pain stimulation. A great deal of pleasure. I’ve almost never given myself bruises. Bruises have never been the point of my self-play. Any redness has always been gone within a couple hours.

Self-play isn’t necessarily about getting your extreme pain needs met. To me, it’s about obtaining my perfect level of pleasure; getting myself off; satisfying my immediate arousal.

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and over 25 fiction books.

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

How To Tie Up Your Own Breasts

November 1, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

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This article will cover a very simple self-tie for the breasts. This technique is for women who have more pendulous breasts. It’s not fancy. It doesn’t have to be fancy. We’re going for personal pleasure here, not a picture in an art book.

First, get some cheap cotton clothesline from the dollar store. Yes, I’m serious. You don’t need an expensive five dollar foot rope. In fact, the last rope I purchased was on clearance at Staples. You’re not going to be suspending yourself. Just tying up your tits. Cotton clothesline will do just fine.

Some people want to wash it when they get it. Some people don’t. Your choice. While washing, you can dye it as well. Just put liquid or powder dye into a bucket or a gallon size plastic zipper bag and soak it for a couple hours. Rinse, hang over the bathtub to dry if you don’t have a dryer in the house. (I live in NYC. No washer/dryer in the building. I don’t take my rope to the laundromat.)

Take a loose end and hold it under a breast, against your chest plate, so that the loose end is sticking out several inches. Wrap the rope around your breast two or three times, keeping close to the chest plate and laying the rope side by side as you wind outward. Cross over your loose rope once to hold it. You don’t need to knot it. It’ll hold by itself.

At this point, you don’t need to pull the rope very tightly. It will tighten as you go on.

Cross over to the other breast and wrap around the same number of times. Cross back to the first and wrap another two or three times, pulling a little tighter these rounds. Once more on the other side to keep it even.

If you want, you can go around the back of your neck before doing the next round.

You have to decide how solid you want your breasts to be. Bigger breasts will need more passes around to make them solid. Smaller ones will need fewer.

If you want to pass it around your back a few times, go for it. It’s your tie. Do what you want. It won’t get tangled. You won’t need scissors to get yourself out of it.

Around twelve to fifteen passes around each breast is enough to make my breasts fairly solid and balloon-like. Just let go of the rope. I’ve never had it slip loose on me. I just let it hang. Again, no knots.

How long you leave it on is up to you. I don’t like mine to get too discolored. I take a few pics and then engage in a second sensory play.

Using hands, cup and feel your breasts and the shape you’ve made them. Nipple play is going to feel very different. If you want the sensation of someone else stroking and pinching, put on a pair of nitrile or leather gloves. Or use the side of a pencil or wooden spoon.

While you’ve got the wooden spoon out, give your breasts a few light smacks. You might be surprised how much force is needed to give yourself a harsh pain. Use a fork to scratch. I’ve used metal knitting needles to strike them.

If you want to use a dildo, go get it. Or a vibe. Whatever. It’s your play session. No reason you can’t have an orgasm or three.

When you’ve had enough, hold the loose end you let out and unwind. Don’t unwind too fast. There will be releases of pressure as you go, and those can be as enjoyable as the rest of the play.

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TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and over 25 fiction books.

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Husband And Slave

October 17, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

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***all pieces of erotica are based on safe, sane, and consensual practices. We never condone anything that is NOT consensual.

Feuller went directly to a shower as well, Olen sitting on the toilet to hear the story.

“The asshole deserved it,” Olen said, having been the recipient of Moros’ attentions numerous times in the Midan Bathhouse where he and Feuller had met.

“His Majesty has offered me preferred reward,” Feuller said, stepping out and taking the towel Olen offered.

“What are you going to ask for?”

“I don’t know that I ever will. Right now, I’m tired and I hurt in too many places to want anything.”

They retired to bed together, and Feuller enjoyed being the little spoon tonight.

“What would you like from me before we have to leave in the morning?” Olen asked.

“Wake me with your cock up my ass before breakfast.”

A request Olen was happy to fulfill. In the brightening dawn, he greased up his cock and penetrated for a slow love-making. Hand reaching around, he stroked his husband’s hard cock in time with his undulations. When Feuller came, Olen rolled him onto his belly for a harder riding. After a time, he slowed his motion and halted with his weight concentrated on his pelvis to drive his cock as deep into Feuller as could be.

“I have enjoyed these months to ourselves, without him whipping and fucking you every chance he got,” Olen said. “I used to be very jealous of the kind of attention he paid you. Attentions you never really wanted from me.”

“But not from her?” Feuller asked.

“No. I’ve never been jealous of her attention. Only his.”

“Will you leave me if I become his slave again?”

“No, I don’t think so. But I will expect to have your mouth around my cock much more frequently in apology. And I will fuck your ass harder the more jealous I am, even if you’ve just spent half the night with him. These are my conditions: If you are going to be slave to him, then you are going to be slave to me first and I will no longer be your aftercare servant. What do you say to that?”

Feuller considered the arrangement. “As you wish, Master.”

“Lift your ass onto your knees,” Olen ordered, backing away.

Feuller obeyed. Olen adjusted his position to open room to get his hand under Feuller’s body and smack his balls hard while he drilled into his ass.

“If you are going to be his slave, then I will have your ass first every single day. He will not ever have a clean ass unless he makes you clean it out in his presence,” Olen vowed. “Before I have your ass, your mouth will be around my cock so that my taste is first down your throat.”

He smacked hard and Feuller shouted his pain into the pillow.

“Do you hear me, slave?” Olen demanded, slapping the sack another hard one.

“Yes, Master.”

“Should I forget to have you suck my cock, you will offer to do it. Should I forget to fuck your ass, you will stand naked at the door until I do. This is your first rule.”

“I will remind you, Master. I will offer my mouth and my ass to you,” Feuller gasped and grunted.

Olen had grasped his cock and was stretching it painfully.

“Who do you love more? Me or him?” Olen asked.

“I love you more, Master. You are the one I married. I don’t want any other husband.”

“Good answer,” Olen said, and relaxed his arm to stroke the soft cock back into proper position.

His ejaculation came up to spurt out and he slowed to enjoy every second of the sensation.

“Get my clothes together,” he said, pulling out and smacking his husband’s ass a hard one. “And yours. They’ll want to leave quickly after their breakfast.”

A tiny excerpt from the upcoming Peeper Obsequious.

Release date: 2-14-2021

Pre-Order link: https://books2read.com/u/bWdglD

Find the entire Peeper saga in my Gethis: History of a Planet series — https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B074CJZ2SP

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Simple Ideas for Playing with Male Bottoms

October 17, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 4 Comments

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Creativity is one of the most important attributes I’ve seen common among sadists.

A checklist is great, but it doesn’t tell you how to actually DO things. When you’re new, the how of doing things is very important. First and foremost, the bottom and I go over my toy kit and *theirs*. We both agree on and set out items we want to use. One of the bottoms I play with sets out his items and understands that I will use what I choose to use.

What to do and how to do it:

Using the Leash for things OTHER than leading him around — The loop end of a leash can be used as very simple cock bondage, especially once he’s hard. Give it a tug whenever you want. A fabric leash can be pulled up a few inches and put into his mouth.

Tie the dick up with rope and attach a chain leash from collar to cock. Tap on the chain with a hard cane or wooden spoon. Slide a cane up and down it to send vibrations through the chain. Pull the chain up and to the side to position the cock however you want to move it out of the way when whipping the thighs with a quirt.

Wartenberg Wheels — I’ve found I’m very good with wartenberg wheels. Most people might use them for a few seconds and move on to something else. I turn them into a half hour scene in and of themselves. I run those things all over the body. Up and down the undersides of his arms (including armpits), over the shoulders, around the neck, down his sides, around his back/thighs/buttocks, and eventually over his cock and balls, down the inner thighs. Everywhere I can reach. I almost always use one in each hand, mirroring each other as they roll, and going into the more sensitive areas after he’s been warmed up for a few minutes.

If he likes clamps on the nipples, I’ll attach them after ten or fifteen minutes and run the wheels around his pectorals.

Clamps with weights — I do this very gently. Just buy 2oz, 4 oz (etc) sinkers from a tackle shop and S hooks to put on them. They hook very easily over clover clamps or the finger loops of forceps style clamps. Some like to have the clamps tapped. Gentle is enough. Minute increases in pain can be HUGE on the receiving end. People watching don’t think I’m doing much, but the bottom is all but dancing on his toes for me.

Clothespins can go anywhere on the body that you can pull up a pinch of skin. You don’t need to smack them off. I don’t do that unless it’s a special request of the bottom. Line up along the pectorals on both sides of the areola, leaving the nipples free. Tug, twist, tap to your heart’s content. Tap with the handle of a wooden spoon. Tease the nipples. Play them like a xylophone. lol When you take them off, the pec is then hyper-sensitive to do all those other things I mentioned.

Ball Gags – I don’t usually use them, as I want very clear communication during play. However, if a guy is making facial expressions I don’t care for, wagging his tongue out, or saying words I don’t want to hear, I will pick up his ball gag and plop it into his mouth. There’s no need to engage the buckle. I expect he understands that he’s to keep it in his mouth until I remove it.

Finger Nubbies – Anyone who’s worked in an office with lots of paper has seen little rubber finger tips for friction when sorting through paper. They are fantastic sensation toys, and don’t cost a lot. Put one on an index finger and thumb and you have a new way to tease and pinch.

Extra Hands – When I’ve got a guy cuffed to the X, I at once have an extra pair of hands to hold things for me. I’ll give him a flogger to hold until I need it, or the wartenberg wheels. It makes for a humorous visual for the people watching, and keeps him present. He can’t go completely into his own head because he has to keep enough focus to hold onto the object.

Cock and ball torture — Quantify what he means by CBT. Saying he doesn’t like it doesn’t explain what he doesn’t like. What is it that he doesn’t like? Grabbing and twisting? Okay. Don’t twist his dick. It’s as simple as that.

Pelvic Caning — Every dude who has agreed to have his cock/pelvic region caned has liked what I do. I don’t need to hit hard to get reactions…and those reactions are fairly obvious. I’ve not caned one to ejaculation yet, but a couple have gotten close. Mild tap tap tapping up and down the length of a flaccid cock quickly leads to an erection. I have a black cane that is fairly stiff but still a bit flexible. It bounces off the surface and isn’t as brutal as my fiberglass rods. I use a short motion with my hand, aiming for the surface and without follow-through. Don’t swing like you’re chopping down a tree. You’re not going for maximum impact, but surface sting and thud. He’s going to have bruising and will need to piss in the coming days, so less is more.

I whap a little harder on the meat of the area just above the cock. Front of the thighs, including the penis as it hangs, and you may find him leaning back to assist in getting the angle and strike zone he likes best.

I like to include the inner thighs as well, and the scrotum. Front or back doesn’t make much difference to me. Moderate whapping back and forth from thigh to thigh, zinging across the very bottom of the scrotum in the process, has been a favorite with the men. It gives them the sting and burn of an inner thigh caning with the surprise impact to the balls in both directions.

Don’t be too relentless, however. Five or six up strokes up high, then move the cane down or move to a different area entirely.

If the back is facing you — I’ve told each of them that if they stick it out, I’m gonna hit it. Every man at once angled himself to better present his balls. You can strike across both thighs and the scrotum at the same time. Again, don’t swing like you’re chopping down a tree. You don’t want to rupture a testicle.

Managing the Bottom – One of the most important aspects of play is knowing when to back off a moment and let the bottom catch his breath. You can’t go intense intense intense every second. Varying sensations between mild and intense, back to mild, up to moderate, down to mild, up to intense creates a rollercoaster ride of pleasures. Know when to pause for a moment and give him (and yourself) a drink. A scene including everything from above will easily last an hour or more. Pause two or three times for a drink and a breath. I always stop before they’re completely spent. Leave them wanting more rather than regretting going one minute too long.

Station Clean Up — I don’t play in private, so this is all happening at a party. One of us wipes down the station he was attached to. If he’s got some wits about him, he does it. If he’s too zonked, I do it. I clean and put away my stuff while he cleans and puts away his stuff, or puts away his stuff for later cleaning. Whatever. It’s his kit.

What about aftercare??? – I know, right? I totally worked hard. I deserve some after care. First, I’m going to sit and watch him attempt to put his clothes on. It’s most entertaining and satisfying, watching a grown man rendered down to a puddle of endorphic goo, incapable of dressing himself. It’s the best part.

Then I’ll tell him to give me a shoulder and arm massage. If we’re at a sex/SM combo party, I’ll go get laid with some other guy. I don’t have sex with the bottoms I play with.

I’ll follow up with Tylenol through the next day, and a nice warm shower, to ease sore muscles.

The bottom will do whatever it is that he does after he gets home. I’m sure masturbation will be part of his routine, but I could be wrong. I won’t be there for any of it.

What other people choose to do when they are finished is between them.

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written three “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and over 25 fiction books.

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828
Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Erotica: Sexually Serviced For The First Time

October 4, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

Gia makes Marco service her just the way she likes it

In my private relationships, I had been the submissive partner for some 31 years. What the man chose to do to me was what was done to me. I almost never got to choose what would happen beyond laying out some implements and toys. Even still, I didn’t have a choice in how they were used on me. My preferences were all but irrelevant.

Believe me when I say I didn’t mind. I seriously enjoyed it when my husband (either of them) would just bend me over and have me. I didn’t have to think about what I wanted because in taking what they wanted, I was getting what I needed most. I’m not even going to call it CNC anymore. It’s just C. I was fully consenting every step of the way, and having left those relationships doesn’t suddenly turn all those things into non-consensual acts I hated.

This writing, however, is about what happened when I took back choice and preference. This is what happened when I made that final shift into dominance and took command.

At first, I attended sex parties simply to get pounded. I needed penetration and I wanted it hard, deep, and fast so I could have as many of the hardest orgasms as I could get in the short time available. I needed them to pound my cunt like they were drilling for oil or pulverizing diamonds into dust. I did get that. I loved it. I still want that. I love the feeling of two bodies working together, slapping with their mutual force toward a mutual goal.

I’m not good at being intimate, however. I’m not good at the “getting to know you” social hour part of these parties. I’m more the “hey, okay, let’s fuck and then we can talk afterwards when we’ll have something to talk about.” lol That’s when the ice has been well and truly broken, the endorphins are flowing, and it’s much easier for me to converse.

The other day, however, was different. I went to a daytime play group. It wasn’t as busy I’d expected, so I wasn’t anticipating getting much (if any) action. A familiar face struck up conversation with me toward the second half. I’d caned him some months earlier at a spanking party. (I recalled he’d asked if he may kiss my boots.) He offered to perform oral on me. I just wasn’t feeling it. I actually said that.

I did not doubt that he wanted to please. It wasn’t that he was hounding me. It was that I’d pretty much settled my mind on not getting any sex, and was already looking ahead to the spanking party that was up next.

Marco is stored until his Mistress is ready to be serviced

He told me that since that day I’d caned him, he’d wanted to pleasure me. Thing was, he’d not offered how I actually prefer to be asked. Of course, he couldn’t know that. Usually, I view the poorly worded propositions of male bottoms as their way of trying to get what they want without regard for what I actually want. But this wasn’t about pounding my cunt. This wasn’t about getting his dick sucked and serviced. This was solely about me getting my rocks off. There was one sure way to change my mind.

I looked him straight in the eye and said “ask me very nicely.” He did, without hesitation, and I said yes. I truly do like being asked nicely. It’s a lost art these days, I think. “I have this great flogger if you want to use it on me” isn’t asking nicely. It’s offering me a script of what you want done to you. “Why don’t you lick it” isn’t asking me nicely or asking what I like. It’s stating what you want done to your dick.

Being asked nicely really does make a tremendous difference with me.

On the bed, he got down to business. Over the course of fifteen minutes or so, it was feeling really good. I became much more aroused as I relaxed into it and started to having orgasms.

Then I wanted something specific.

I wanted penetration. In out in out in out…but didn’t want his dick. I halted him, asked if he would do something for me. I held up a condom. A good finger fucking sounded terrific. It’s not something I can do to myself with my short little fingers.

I don’t like giving instruction for every little thing at a sex party, preferring to let the guy do what it is that he does. If every one of them does everything according to my exact specifications, then I’m just replacing one with another and they’re interchangeable. I’m not interested in treating men like fuckable robots.

Two fingers in the condom, he obliged. Within a few minutes, I was building up to stronger and stronger orgasms and started to squirt with more regularity. I laid there, squirming rather a bit, and enjoyed having pleasurable things done to me.

A good ten or more orgasms and I was ready for something more intense. I wanted anal penetration, but not with his dick. He was submissive and servicing me, not there to get his own sexual gratification. I could have what I wanted (within reason), and only had to tell him to do it. This was an entirely new sensation for me, to be completely the dominant partner during an act of sexual gratification.

I have two general approaches to anal.

First is the hold me down, ream me out, and tell me to shut the fuck up and take it (because I’m going to be involuntarily screaming my lungs out for easily the first twenty or more minutes). I might not be able to shut up, but I’ll certainly be able to take it more readily. That phrase alone is enough to make me spontaneously orgasm.

The second approach means being patient, not rushing anything, being very slow and gentle at first, giving me plenty of time to relax and accept penetration and get past the initial intense surges.

Not many dudes really want to take that amount of time, however, so I’ve not done anal anything at parties. Except for a little bit of a finger or thumb, and one or two of them have rimmed me. Most guys are impatient and want to get the dick in and start pumping.

The slower way is much more intimate than just sticking it in and grunting. In order for me to say yes, I have to trust that they’re going to do it how I want, and need, it done. I trusted that this man would do precisely what I wanted. I trusted he would stop when I said stop, or slower if I wanted slower.

I asked him if he would please move his fingers down to my anus and penetrate there instead. He said yes he would, but admitted he’d never done that before. I assured him it would be fine. Just go really slow and gentle until I said I wanted more.

He did exactly that, starting with one finger and his mouth. To say it felt good would be the understatement of the year. It was among the greatest sexual sensations I’ve had in a couple years. He put his mouth back to good use and I enjoyed a terrific round of orgasms.

We were given the half hour warning. There was another party afterward, so we couldn’t be there past the allotted time.

A few more minutes and I got this familiar urge low in my belly. When very aroused and receptive, I have a tremendous urge to pull my knees up and fold my calves onto each other. I can very easily hold them up, and it opens me completely to what is being done to me.

I had to pause him in order to do this, and told him I was ready for him to be more vigorous. I had shifted from the asking phase to the commanding phase.

He certainly came through for me! He slipped a second finger into me and got right back to business.

Tongue-fucked in the puss while finger-reamed, I nearly exploded with orgasm more than once. It was fantastic to be able to lie still and enjoy without having to brace myself to prevent being flung off the other side of the bed. Not having to think about timing our bodies or reading his signals freed me to drown myself in sensation and orgasm. I do orgasm fairly easily, and prolifically.

I knew we were getting close to the cutoff time, but there was one more thing I really wanted him to do. Something that hadn’t been done to me in so very long that I couldn’t actually remember the last time.

I told him I wanted one more thing from him, but to go ahead and clean up first. He needed a couple baby wipes for fingers and hand after the condom came off, and a couple paper towels for his face.

I told him I would like for him to pop my clit for me, meaning rub my clit until I had the finishing orgasm that would completely spend all my passion. It’s my off button. I actually have to tell dudes NOT to touch it. Yay, I’m happy for you that you know where it is…now GET OFF IT!

I had him come up behind me, on our sides, move in real close to spoon, and reach an arm around. He admitted he’d never done this before. It’s easy, I assured him. It was merely a matter of if I could attain the orgasm. Being with someone new, it was possible I was too wound up and wouldn’t be able to relax and let it happen. My clit can be a fickle little bitch sometimes.

I guided his first to fingers to where they needed to be, and let out a breath of loveliness for how nice it felt. A little adjusting this way or that way, to make sure he was in the right spot, and I told him to rub harder.

He didn’t want to hurt me. Trust me! THIS will NOT hurt me. Rub it like you want to rub it off me, I told him, and I meant it. It took a couple minutes of surges and relaxing, gripping, straining, waves of near-orgasm, and finally I felt that particularly hot note in my gut that means the orgasm is right there, just out of my reach.

Right there, I told him. Rub it harder and press in more firmly.

That did it.

My entire body clenched from head to toes. Grunting, groaning, jerking, spasming, complete orgasm given to me by another’s hand for the first time in years.

I know I said stop, but I’m sure only I heard it. lol I ended up grabbing his wrist to drag it away from my clit, and lay there panting and heaving for breath.

Then the most beautiful of sensations: Aftershock orgasms.

When my gut clenches and holds tight to catapult me into another mind-bending orgasm. I know I had two. I might have had a third, but my memory is fuzzy at that moment. I know I thanked him several times. I actually even pmed him to say thank you again; that I understood he’d done a few things he’d never done before, but he had done them very well.

Was it a kinky encounter? Nope. Not to me.

But it was immensely satisfying, and that is what sex is all about. I gave the orders and he obeyed. He submitted to my every want and need eagerly, even if he’d never done that thing before. We both did things we’d never done before, and it was magnificent.

As for after care…I had a piece of pizza and got a very nice and hard spanking at the party that followed.

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and over 25 fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

After the Battle for Aziza (Dirty Deeds)

September 19, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 2 Comments

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Mouths locked together as they soared up into the hatch, her nails digging into the back of his neck.

“I never knew fighting got you so hot,” Jerome teased as the hatch sealed shut beneath them.

“Yeah, you may have to wrestle me for position there, bubba.”

She turned to walk away and he darted a snakehead hand to capture her wrist and keep her on the spot. There was no fighting his iron hold. There was no struggling unless she wanted to start the wrestling match right here or bring her pyro or psychokinesis into it. She had promised him she never would.

He was talking into his phone with Gable but glaring at her with an expression she knew too well. She glared back, knowing what was in store for them both. Soon as Gable was on the teleport pad, Jerome had her over his shoulder to carry through the ship.

On her feet in their quarters, he ripped her blouse apart. Buttons flew in all directions.

“Have I told you how much I like that you don’t wear a bra?” he asked when he’d bared her lovely breasts.

She hooked his advancing foot and shifted, taking him down and putting him on his back on the floor and straddling his waist.

“Oh, you think you gonna be sneaky, huh?” he grinned.

He sat up and flipped her to her back. She twisted out of his grasp and rolled away. He caught her by the loop of her jeans and a boot and dragged her back. The boot came off into his hand and the button popped off her jeans between his finger and thumb.

“Come get me, old man,” she growled.

“Careful what you wish for, little girl,” he warned, hands seizing the waist of her jeans.

With him providing accidental leverage, she bolted out of them, laughing and leaving the other boot behind. He grabbed her ankle, loving her raucous laughter. Her right hand shoved back at him with an illegal blast of psychokinesis.

“Playing dirty will not end well for you,” he warned with a darted grab of her wrist.

Two seconds and she was on her belly and he was straddling her thighs to keep her in place. Wriggling and bucking under him, she tried to evade but he caught her other wrist. Holding them in one hard hand over her head, extending the Staff Power to prevent more illegal outbursts, he reached finger and thumb into his back pocket for the flat fold of duct tape. Twice around her wrists as she continued to writhe and curse under him and he was able to get up and hook an arm under her leg and the other under an upper arm. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.

She started the scramble away on her elbows and knees, and he caught her again, flipping her onto her back. He used the duct tape again, bringing it between her wrists and around the lowest bar at the foot of the bed.

“Now what’chu gonna do?”

He had her. Chest heaving, arms bound, eyes defiant. Finality would come with the forceful taking she expected. His knees drove her open wide and he looked down on her so beautiful in her passion, needing this aggression from him to get her own out in a safe manner.

Instead of the near rape she expected, he lowered to kiss her. She was calming, defeated but not submitting. His lips met hers, hot breath made steaming by the fires she’d created. Growing in intensity with the flicking of tongues. She bit his lip. Not enough to draw blood but dammit it hurt.

“You’ve been warned not to do that,” he smiled, and tore off another strip of duct tape.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I.”

He taped her mouth closed and kissed her over it. “Don’t bite.”

His hands thrust her thighs impossibly wide and his tongue found her hot, slick core and engorged clitoris. How her pyro got connected to her sex he was still figuring out, but the more she used her fire, the harder she needed to fuck after. She had stopped training with fire because of it.

This time, rather than give her the physical force of his thrusting cock, he gave her the unrelenting assault of his tongue and hands. Slaps and smacks to breasts, hard pinches to nipples, strong sucks of clitoris. She gave a throaty groan of gushing orgasm.

He mauled her with hands and mouth as he had so often done before she’d given him her virginity, and did not let up until he’d worn the fight out of her.

Finally she lay still and breathless and he left the bed long enough to remove his clothes. Her thighs parted for him willingly this time and she sighed a soft groan of satisfaction when he drove into her flesh to join their bodies together in the thing they always had done best.

Eyes closed, she did not see the sharp knife sliding under the edge of the tape between her wrists. He cut her loose from the bed, then split the tape binding her arms together. She peeled it off blindly and reached for his shoulders to hold him.

“Bite me again and I will beat your ass with my belt,” he warned, and peeled the piece from her mouth.

“Tease,” she breathed.

“Yeah, we’ll see, won’t we? I bet I can make it so you don’t like it,” he said, and ground his pelvis into her.

He built her up to that same fever, only then giving her the violence and vigor she needed. The harder he was on her, the more she liked it and the more she gave to him. She had to give it all in order to be herself again. He knew when that happened. During that most intense orgasm that had her shaking in his arms and he felt a certain sort of POP! over his Staff Power aura. She went calm and quiet almost immediately, barely responding to his kiss. He lay beside her, occasionally kissing her cheek or temple. That profound sigh, relieved, satisfied.

The Fire Beast had gone back to its cave until battle would call it out again.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Much. Thank you,” she said before falling asleep in the next breath.

Excerpt from Dirty Deeds, book 4 of the Kingdom Key series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XZ7PSJK

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and over 25 fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

I’m not “Poly”. I’m a SLUT!

September 12, 2020 By Dame TylerRose. 3 Comments

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There are those who think that the word polyamorous is just a fancy term that means slut. They use it as an excuse to fuck anything that moves and betray their partners. “Oh, but I’m poly!”

No, you’re a slut trying to legitimize using people for your own gratification.

There are those who think the word bisexual means “slut who will fuck anyone”. They are heartily disappointed when the bisexual person they invited to join their bed for an entirely selfish threesome is offended and refuses. “But you’re bi! What’s the problem?”

I’m not polyamorous. I’m not looking for love or committed relationships. I want SEX with dudes who have a penis attached to their body. I want lots of sex with lots of dudes. Preferably dudes with enough stamina to keep up with me and go the distance. (Dudes, do NOT skip leg day!~ And do more crunches while you’re at it. Put a twenty pound weight on your butt and do pushups. Turn yourself over and put it on your crotch and do thrust-ups too.)

I’m a slut. I admit it freely, happily. I managed to get in a slut phase before I turned fifty. YAY ME!!!

I told a woman at an event some time back that I am the world’s most socially awkward slut. She said “There is no whore bigger than me in the world.” What a terrific moment of personal honesty. I don’t think I’ll forget it for a very long time. We actually worked out a deal that she would happily suck the cock and I’d take them on when they were fucking too long for her.

It’s time for unicorn hunters to stop treating bisexuals as their personal slut supply. It’s damned disrespectful.

It’s time for sluts to stop using polyamory as an excuse to cover being a slut. It’s deceptive and cruel to those looking for love and commitment.

Just own it already!

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Dame TylerRose.

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