Can lechery save a life? A brief tale of New York City…

I went out to breakfast this morning, not far from Times Square, and on my way home I was distracted by an Asian girl in her twenties who, despite the gray, chilly weather, was wearing flip-flops. She was walking with a group of friends. Her toenails were polished brightly, and her sturdy tan legs were bare up to the middle of her thighs, where they met the hem of her short black skirt.

This is not exactly what her own feet looked like, but I thought I’d throw in a little eye candy which I found on a site called Very Naughty Feet here. Gauge by your own reactions to their beauty an approximation of what I felt…

Anyway, I decided just to enjoy the view, which took me out of my way for the long city block between Eighth Avenue and Broadway. Although I’ve been recovering from a cold this weekend, and kept blowing my nose into various fragments of Kleenex–and kept telling myself I should really go home and put on a warmer jacket–I managed to savor the sight of the young lady’s strong curvy calves and the backs of her knees. (I find the backs of knees extremely sexy.)

When they neared Broadway the group stopped and tried to get their bearings. They appeared to be tourists, and were deciding in which direction to go next. I walked past them and turned around (with subtlety I hoped) for one last surreptitious gaze upon the young lady’s colorful toes in her sandals. Then I turned away and looked toward the street, waiting for the light to change as I blew my nose yet once again.

The light was with me, yet this being New York in the age of the untrammeled propagation of bicyclists, I looked carefully each way to make sure no rider was zooming in my direction. As I did, I noticed one completely heedless bike rider bearing down the street and headed directly for a dark-haired thirtysomething woman who was walking into the road without seeing him. She was headed directly into his path. The bike rider wasn’t slowing down or adjusting and they were on a course to collide. I yelled out “MISS!” through my Kleenex and she stopped in her tracks, just as the bicyclist zoomed by inches from her face.

She looked at me for a brief moment and gave me an almost embarrassed smile, and then we continued on our individual ways in opposite directions.

Perhaps my lechery in following the Asian flip-flop girl for a block had a healthy side effect besides my own ocular pleasure. Because by taking me out of my way for a block, it enabled me to see that bicyclist, and warn the woman who was headed into his path.

And it’s ironic, given my fascination with Asian females, how both the woman I ogled and the woman I warned were both Asian.

 

Start your weekend with sweet CRUELTY!

It’s been almost three weeks since I last posted, but I return with good news for readers of my femdom stories! If you are one of the happy crowd who purchased and enjoyed Learning to Be Cruel, you can now find out about the further adventures of Lester and his goddess Miss Meirong in LEARNING TO BE CRUEL PART 2!

I usually don’t write sequels, as I always feel I kind of “shoot my wad” on a story and want to move onto the next. But my colleague, the fine British femdom artist Sardax, made not one but two illustrations for his website The Femdom Art of Sardax which were inspired by the first story. His first illo is a variation on something my Chinese-American domina heroine Meirong did with a glass of milk in the first tale (this is the penultimate version of Sardax’s picture; you can see the final version on his site in the “Oriental Domination” section):

The second picture he made was an imagining of what might have happened between the characters in a subsequent story. Since Lester is a writer and book collector, and Miss Meirong works in a bookstore, Sardax had her ripping up a book in front of a bowing Lester…

I used this illustration as the inspiration for the story, which ends with Lester on his knees before Miss Meirong as she tears up a rare book he has been seeking for some time and finally located. But what gets them to this point is the meat of the story, and it’s the longest femdom tale I’ve written–just shy of 13,000 words, or almost 40 pages if it were in actual print rather than an ebook.

Here’s what I say about it on my page in the Kindle store:

She’s back! The budding dominatrix of LEARNING TO BE CRUEL has been doing her homework and discovering how to tease, manipulate, and discipline slaves; and her eager submissive admirer, middle-aged Lester, returns for more humiliation…sarcasm…and punishment under her beautifully manicured hand! In LEARNING TO BE CRUEL: PART 2, which takes place three weeks after Part 1, we see the gorgeous twentysomething Chinese-American bookstore clerk put Lester through his embarrassing paces in the bookstore itself. From the moment he attempts to get her attention by doing something weird to the bookstore window…to his acceptance of her bizarre challenge to do something gross to a book of poetry…to their ultimate confrontation in a stairwell behind the vintage book department where Lester experiences her stern youthful power and no-nonsense Asian domination, this is an epic 12,871 word adventure in female supremacy! 

And the operative word is indeed “adventure” as Lester says and does things that many of us might like to try in real life, but are hesitant about. If Errol Flynn could take us on pirate adventures…

let my hero Lester Cronkberg take you along on his female domination adventures…

…as he learns just how skilled Miss Meirong has become when he encounters her in LEARNING TO BE CRUEL: PART 2! 

One final note: if you haven’t read the original Learning to be Cruel, no problem. I briefly synopsize the action of the previous story in the beginning of the sequel, and if you enjoy the sequel, you can always get the original from the Kindle store at Amazon and read what happened when Lester and Meirong first met.

So click ahead to Amazon below for LEARNING TO BE CRUEL: PART 2!

Amazon US and India

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Yes, it’s kinky…witty…erotic…suspenseful…funny…and mysterious! A story that has all the elements you seek in femdom fiction…and all the distinctive touches that make it a worthy addition to the august shelves of…

…cue trumpet fanfare from Ben-Hur…Da-Da-DAHH! Da-da-DAHHHHH-da!

…The Irv O. Neil Erotic Library! 😉

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Adults over 18 only, of course! (Or 21 depending on where you live.)