B.P. Bottom's Blog

I always hate this time of year, what with the cold, the snow, the darkness, and the crowds everywhere. I tend to shrink into a bit of a cocoon and just try to wait for it all to be over.

On the writing front, I do have 3 stories in the works – a fun femdom tale, a sweet sissy story, and a sideways step into m/m erotica. I wish I could just buckle down, focus, and finish one of them, but the truth is I’m enjoying them all, and my ideas keep pulling me between them. They’re all coming . . . and hopefully you will be too.

If you’ve never experiences a sissygasm (i.e. an anal, prostate orgasm), then you really don’t know what you’re missing. It is an entirely different kind of orgasm, one that builds slowly, remains at maximum intensity for a good long while, and then sort of blossoms as your sissy juices squirt out, before slowly fading away. It’s not that intense, sudden explosion you get with a regular orgasm, but it’s also not the sudden drop you feel afterwards. There’s a blissful sort of contentment following a sissygasm that can last for hours, and it’s not at all uncommon to still be at least a little bit horny.

Personally, I am always looking to find better ways to enjoy my sissygasms, as they can still be hit or miss for me. It takes patience, and it takes practice. I have a few dildos that I absolutely love to fuck myself with (suction cup bases are a must), but I find it hard to push myself over the edge with them. In doing some research, it seems that shape is the key. What you want is a good sized bump or protrusion to basically scrape across your prostate as the dildo goes in and out. The problem is, if all your dildos are cock-shaped like mine, then they need a pretty massive head on them to give you that much-needed bump.

That’s where buttplugs and prostate massagers come in. Sure, they don’t look as good as a cock-shaped dildo, and you’re not likely to practice deepthroating your favorite purple one while fucking yourself with the black one, but sometimes we must sacrifice a little flash for function.

From what I’ve read, the top 3 non-vibrating sissygasm toys seem to be:

As for the vibrating sissygasm toys (my favorite), the top 3 seem to be:

Sadly, I’m on a budget at the moment, but it the books start selling well enough (or some generous soul decides to splurge on my wishlist), then I would love to give all of these a try. If I do, I promise to share my experiences . . . and if you’re the one who splurges, I promise pictures as well.

Forget Black Friday . . . make today a Book Friday with my erotic epic of sissy submission and futa domination, now live on Amazon!

Cuckolded by the Futa Motorcycle Club is a 29,500 word story of crossdressing, sissies, futa seduction, cuckolding, bimbofication, bukkake, public humiliation, and more. It is hot, sexy, creamy fun, with one of the most unique relationships I’ve ever had the joy of writing.

For most people, the Futa Motorcycle Club is just an urban legend, a kinky rumor that only the boldest of women share, usually in hushed tones after a few too many glasses of wine. As impossible as their pleasures may be for women to resist, their candy flavored juices are even more addictive to the sissies who serve such women.

My name is . . . well, my name doesn’t matter. What does matter is that when I met the woman who was to be my wife, she was already happily in thrall to the Futa Queen – and she set me up to join her in shared submission. I knew from that moment I accepted her collar that I was destined to be a sissy cuckold, but I never imagined where the strange, sticky, sloppy journey would lead us both.

Sorry for my long absence, but I have spent a lot of time over the past month talking to other authors, learning the intricacies of publishing, and brushing up on the mysteries of marketing. There is a lot to learn, but I am fortunate to have some wonderful author friends who were willing to share their own lessons learned.

So, to kick off a new era of writing and publishing, I am very pleased to announce the release of the complete Midlife Makeover bundle.

For those of you who read the two installments as they were published, what you will find here is some minor spelling and grammar editing, a bit of a final polish on the second half, and (most importantly) a gender-flip of the pivotal bartender scene. I have also designed my own cover (a first!), reworked the blurb to say out of the dreaded Amazon ‘Adult’ cellar, and assigned some better keywords.

Thanks to all for their support and encouragement. I am currently doing a complete rewrite of the Futa Motorcycle Club stories, so watch for that next!

I am very pleased to announce that the first part of my Futa Motorcycle Club series, Bimbo Boi and the Bukkake Biker Babes, is now available on Amazon! I had so much fun writing this, I really can’t wait to hear what readers think.

For most people, the Futa Motorcycle Club is just an urban legend, a kinky rumor that only boldest of women share, usually in hushed tones after a few too many glasses of wine. Said to offer the best of both worlds, such passionate women couldn’t possibly exist, much less the pleasures they promise.

As impossible as those pleasures may be for women to resist, their candy flavored juices are even more addictive to a very small group of men with a forbidden genetic potential – a potential to become futa breeding sissy sluts. One taste, and they’re hooked. Fed long enough, and they’re transformed.

My name is . . . well, my name doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I have been selected by The Futa Queen, carefully cultivated to be her next sissy princess futa sperm whore. I was normal . . . an average boy . . . an average straight boy. I had never imagined my life taking such a path. The very idea seems ridiculous, and yet I have never wanted anything more in my life.

I don’t yet understand what the Futa Motorcycle Club has in store for me, but I am prepared to throw my entire life away to be young, dumb, and full of futa cum.

This 16,000 word story contains detailed descriptions of crossdressing, sissification, futa seduction, bimbofication, cum eating, cum play, public humiliation, and more. It is intended for adult readers only.

To celebrate the release of Porn Star Penetration, the second part of my Midlife Makeover story, I have decided to make the first story FREE all weekend.

Taste of a Transsexual, a tale of sissy submission and transsexual domination, will be FREE all weekend, so please help yourself to a copy.

If you are so inclined, I would be eternally grateful if you would leave a review. Even a simple “I liked it” would be a huge help in maximizing my exposure in the Amazon algorithms, not to mention a wonderful encouragement.

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I am very pleased to announce that Porn Star Penetration, the second installment of my two-part Midlife Makeover series, is now available on Amazon!

Having made arrangements for a very expensive weekend of feminization and fantasy, my transsexual Goddess transformed me into the perfect bimbo sissy before sending me down to the bar to get a bottle of their finest red wine, and another of their finest white. No matter how they insisted on just charging it to the room, she instructed me to use my credit card and sign the name of my male masquerade.

If they gave me any trouble (and they did), I was to get down on my pretty knees and take care of the bartender (and I did).

Five minutes later, I was sauntering back down the hall, two bottles of wine in hand, and a credit card receipt tucked into the top of my corset.

The sissy inside me had been revealed to the world, and she was eager to welcome it in.

This 9,000 word story contains detailed descriptions of feminization, sissification, transsexual domination, oral sex, first time anal sex, piercings, cumplay, A2M, and more. It is intended for adult readers only.

I was catching up on some reading this weekend, and I happened to come across two stories that were very critical or dismissive of forced feminization. In the one case, it was a female dominant talking about how it was a tool of humiliation, used only to emasculate an unwilling subject, and how you weren’t doing it right if they enjoyed it. In the other case, it was a transsexual talking about how it was purely a porn fetish, and something that no ‘proper transwoman’ (her words) would be interested in. The former was a piece of erotica, and the latter a romance, but the disdain was equally clear.

Now, I can understand where each is coming from (given the context), but understanding doesn’t mean agreeing.

For me, the appeal of forced feminization works on three levels.

First, it’s a degree of submission that you don’t find anywhere else, allowing a Mistress (or Master) to take you, own you, and remake you according to their desires. It’s about physical submission, mental submission, and emotional submission. Yes, it can be lovely when you’re stripped naked, collared, bound, and whipped into that glorious mental fuzz of subspace, but that’s child’s play compared to having your very identity stripped away, and being fucked into that euphoric bliss of mindless bimbo sissification.

Second, it’s a safe, guilt-free option for transgender expression. I remember all too well my younger days when I craved the expression of my femininity, but also felt so ashamed of it. It can be exceptionally hard to admit to yourself, much less the world, that you want to be a woman. It can be ever harder to admit that you sometimes just want to feel like a woman. For me, forced feminization fantasies were about erasing the guilt and the shame, insulating myself from the embarrassment by having a Master or Mistress take that decision away. When you’re forced to put on makeup and heels, you don’t have to be responsible for the desires beneath it all.

Third, it’s also a safe, guilt-free option for exploring your sexual orientation. For many of us, there are often two genders at play in our heads, and it can be hard to separate one from the other. Does making love to a woman while feminized make you a lesbian? Does making love to a man while feminized make you gay? For me, being forced, coerced, or encouraged to act like a woman erases all those questions. Wanting and accepting are two different things, and while I might be feel embarrassed about wanting a woman to play with my breasts and take me with her strapon, accepting the fact that a man is going to fuck my mouth and cum all over my lipsticked lips is something I can enjoy without guilt.

Forced feminization can mean different things to different readers. We all read it for different reasons, we all look for something different in it, and we all take something different way from it.

That’s the beauty and the power of the fantasy.

There is no right or wrong to it.

Just accept and enjoy.

Growing up, John Norman’s Gor novels were my first real introduction to the world of BDSM and the concept of sexual submission.

I started reading them because (a) I was a fantasy geek, and (b) a friend kept telling me how taboo/controversial they are. They were fun, pulpy, fantasy adventures, with a nice mix of science fiction and fantasy, and Tarl Cabot was an interesting protagonist. I liked the idea of a Counter-Earth, along with the alien races of the Kurii and the Priest-Kings, and the stories were genuinely thrilling.

Having said all that, I really only kept reading beyond the first few books because, even back then, I knew I was a sissy, and I intimately identified with the kajira – the female slaves of Gor. Contrary to what the critics would say, these were women with the potential to be beautiful and proud in their submission. Yes, there was often an element of breaking and training involved, but that was erotic in its own right. What mattered to me was that, once they became acclimated to their new home, these Earth women embraced their role as kajira, coming to love their submissive obedience. They were not shamed, humiliated, or degraded, but prized for their role.

Books 7 (Captive of Gor), 11 (Slave Girl of Gor), and 19 (Kajira of Gor) were books that I read over and over again, until the white-cover, yellow-spine paperbacks were falling apart. These were novels from the kajira’s point of view, narrated by Earth women abducted and enslaved to serve their Masters on the planet of Gor. I read each and every one of them, imagining myself in their place, and fantasizing about being transformed into such a perfect slave girl.

While I haven’t read them (yet), apparently books 22 (Dancer of Gor), 26 (Witness of Gor), 27 (Prize of Gor), and 31 (Conspirators of Gor) fall into the kajira-narration niche as well.

Sadly, as much as I have longed for it to happen, it doesn’t appear that John Norman will ever give into my dreams and write Sissy of Gor. I get it, I do. His is a philosophy where the natural order is one of male domination and female submission, where gender roles are very much those of the stereotypical 1950’s standard. He’s simply not interested in exploring the idea of submissive men or feminine sissies.

Fortunately, I stumbled on a recommendation lately that has led me down a rabbit hole of Gorean fan fiction that does indeed pay homage to sissy desires.

While I haven’t read it yet, Daughter of Gor by Olga Turlovna comes highly recommended as a transgender themed Gor novel that effectively captures the feel of John Norman’s writing. Sadly, Olga has said that much of the Gorean fan base thinks she should be burned as a witch for writing it, but I love her for writing it. She notes that Agent of Gor by Albedo was her inspiration, and apparently Mistress of Gor by Cordellian is a sequel of sorts (with kind permission) to Olga’s story, and Chrysalis of Gor by Tex Monday  is another transgender entry in the fan fiction universe.

Finally, I can’t leave off the topic of Gor without mentioning the idea of female domination. While I do recall a few minor mentions of male slaves in the novels, they were still strongly masculine, and the femdom angle wasn’t at all erotic. Apparently, however, there’s evolved a whole Gorean femdom subculture in the world of Second Life, which is captured beautifully over at the Gorean Evolved Panther Girls blog. It was there that I first found reference to Daughter of Gor, for which I will be forever grateful, and Miss Marlies Dasmijn writes some fiction there as well (including a castration story that, I must admit, intrigues me).

Wow, does this ever hit close to home. What an absolutely fantastic read!

Getting Out Of My Own Way: Accepting And Loving All The Sissy I Am

by Michael Rohrer

I know the feeling all too well – I suspect we could sponsor one another for Preventor’s Anonymous – but I’ve gotten better with myself. I still battle that feeling of self-conscious pride every time I step out of the house with bright nail polish, too-dangly earrings, or with visible bra straps, but I’m on that same path of understanding and accepting who I am.