call for writing about kink

I am co-editing an anthology of autobiographical stories about when you first discovered your interest in kink – D/s, S/m, fetish, etc. – and how it affected you.

Tell us about pulling that girl’s hair on the playground and how you later discovered your love for doing rope bondage, or about your first cross dressing fantasy, and what it felt like to acknowledge your interest in lingerie. Stories do not have to contain erotic imagery, but if a sexual act or fantasy is part of your story, feel free to include that content.

Stories should be original works of 1,000-3,000 words, written in English, and submitted electronically to kinkanthologies@gmail.com in .doc or .rtf format (NOT .pdf) by November 15, 2006. No payment is available at this time, but accepted stories will be published in the anthology and all accepted authors will be asked for a short bio with website or contact information. Please include ALL of the following information: Name, Pseudonym/Pen name, Email address, Telephone number; story title, copyright date (if any) and word count. All information submitted is confidential and will not be publicly released without permission from the author.

We welcome stories from authors of all ages, genders and sexual orientations, all races and ethnicities and national origins. We would like this anthology to represent the scope of kink – the age at which it starts, the feeling it evokes, and the meaning it creates in one’s life. As we would like this volume to be useful to academics as well as readers, please include some chronological reference about the year or era in which the narrative takes place. Stories may be previously published or unpublished.

We regret that we cannot publish poetry or any story that depicts an act which would be considered illegal in the author’s state or country of residence at the time it occurred; please refrain from sending work that would be unacceptable for publication, according to the above guidelines.

You can follow along at http://kinkanthologies.blogspot.com/ or http://www.myspace.com/kinkanthologies

my own bubble

I live and exist in this small little bubble which is usually comprised of me going to work, coming home from work, cooking dinner, obsessively watching TNG on G4 and snuggling with my snuggle for life partner J. Once a week I drive to LI to see my folks. Some days I venture out, I get a drink, I go shopping, I get dinner with friends. I go to a bar once or twice a month, my pallet pleased more by endive with roasted beats and maytag blue than the cheap beer is used to enjoy.

I guess what I am saying is I am getting old. I still wear my docs, my baggy shorts my hair in 2 buns at the back of my head. But somewhere between Bushwick and Williamsburg I aged. I can't tell you the last show I saw or when (I think it was Killswitch Engage in 2004) I can't tell you the last time I chugged a beer in my jeans and band tshirt and pushed some asshole kid who decides the pit belongs by the bar. I can't remember the last girl I made out with. Ok, well I can, but it was clothed in fetish not jeans and raw youth at some bar which is closing or not hosting shows anymore.

J always said he moved home to NY because that is where home is to him. When i was 10 (5th grade?) my dad was living on W54th- and I made my first of many trips to NYC. I went home to ohio at the time with the firm decision I would live here and go to nyu. so I live here, and I have taken 1 class at NYU. But none the less I spent my highschool years hanging out at shows and my college years in galleries and my graduate school days living in brooklyn. This too, is my home. I didn't need to move all over the world to know that. I knew it when I had that slice of pizza on the street so many years ago. But the reasons why I felt this is home are leaving. And most of the reasons why J called this home are long gone, or are saying good bye.

I've watched stores I shopped at since I was 15 close, or move to their trendier new location, and the news that the continental will no longer host live shows was far sadder than the closing of CB's. If anything it has been heavily on my mind and reading someone I know's blog about this, at 4 am caused me to feel this need to reminisce, drink a shitty beer and get into a pit.

now my life is eating cookies drinking water and getting into a department "pit" which is some ridiculous thing to call a meeting around my place of work. i have gotten old, and sometimes my youth is nagging me to go out, drink and be an asshole. and i think today is the day to do it.

not sure who i know off the box who reads this anymore

but i am going to be somewhat uncensored me for a moment.

i am quite excited. after careful searching and many, many emails and even fewer dates I have a female attendant for what I hope to be awhile. I find the term slave not quite what I have in mind, so for now I will refer to her as attendant until, I have a better word.

She is a small girl, who is eager to learn and to please from the conversations we have had. Somewhat new, mostly leans toward the lesbian side of bisexual.

Our first training session is this evening. Well actually it is an all day event. Ahh the wonders of force feminizing a girl who is mostly a tom boy. this had brought me great delight. the small planning, making sure details are ready. Thinking of small points of humiliation, the finer things I have been holding my breath to do for ages. I have carefully chosen a tight black skirt and a lace up top is red chinese brocade. Items, I have not worn in years that still look new, in fact does wearing them once even count as unnew? I will be wearing my red mandarin latex dress. The black mandarin collar velvet dress I was originally planning for her seems to have gotten lost in the last move. My closets are cleaner, and I have one last place to look. But I feel the top I found should fit, may be even a bit lose, which might be fun to cause additional frustration. I think it should fit a measured 34b-36b type of chest, I am hoping it fits. I have decided on a red ribbon which will have a typical frog closure you see on many of the mandarin collared dressed, and with the two, she will be properly although softly attached to me.

I have a total of 3 activities which should build nicely into a lesson. I have only chosen my punishment as verbal this evening. But lasting as I can build usage of it in further public scenes.

Yes, it is hard to admit, but I am a bit nervous and excited. I drempt I got to the party and i got dressed in the bathroom only to realize i forgot all the items including my attendant. And had to sneak back into my mothers house fully clothed in latex (with my jeans and sweatshirt barely covering me) and remove all toys at 1 am.

If this works the ability to mold her into what I see fit for now. The feeling of the quiver of fear beneath my hand as I pet a head or an arm and getting to watch it vanish. The established trust. The ability to develop a longer lasting tie, to groom her for where ever she may go next. My top attitude has emerged in the last 48 hours outside of my head. And I clap in delight when speaking about tonight to J. I have been making statements not questions or pleases. I spent the day yesterday making sure he is at his level of happiness. Making sure he is content, loved and cared for on the levels I have built over the past few years.