Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Tavern Slut 3: Yard Sale Slut Is Now Available on Amazon

This is the third story in my Tavern Slut series, and it's different from the others. It's set in the present day, or something very like the present day, somewhere between 50 to 100 years from Tavern Slut 1: Jessica's Virgin Auction and Tavern Slut 2: Mia the Contortionist. Therefore, there's no advanced sexual tech here. No anal clits, no oral clits, no hormone enhamcement sets, no nanotech enhancement of the body at all. It's pretty much what we have in the present day. There's also no Basic Income.

There are some minor differences in the world of Yard Sale Slut and our present world. The most obvious difference is the existence of Slut Taverns, but their existence implies some major differences, major enough that it might be best to think of the world of Yard Sale Slut as an alternate timeline that is very close to our current timeline, one that differs very little from us in most respect.

The big difference is the existence of slutting. I came up with "slut" as an alternative to the word "slave" to keep Amazon's censorious types from blocking my books. Very much like other erotica writers came up with the concept of "dubcon" to slide around Amazon's rules about rape. (You can't portray rape in erotica, period). Slavegirls are a little different, they're not NECESSARILY being raped, but the power imbalance implied by slavegirls gets every red flag going for Amazon censors, so it's best to sidestep it if you can.)

But slutting quickly grew into its own thing in my mind. It became a lifestyle choice for sex positive submissives in a society that recognized sex positivity as a valid lifestyle and had alternative social norms and rules that allowed sex positive submissives to live as they liked to. We've got nothing like that in reality. The closest we have is the kink lifestyle, and the dating lifestyle of young adults, but the basis of those lifestyles is that they be hidden, concealed from public view and knowledge. For example, we have BDSM clubs, we have strip clubs, and in Nevada we have whorehouses, all places where various kinds of sexual activities occur behind closed doors. It's allowed, in the places where it's allowed. But you do most of those things on the street, you're in jeopardy.

But in a fully developed sex positive society, you might be able to have sex in public and it would be OK. The people involved would just be slutting, expressing their sex positivity in public in a society that's OK with sex positivity.

Tavern Slut 1 and Tavern Slut 2 occur in the context of a fully sex positive society, but Tavern Slut 3 is in a society where the sluttery remains hidden, but is accepted, so long as it remains hidden. So you can go to a slut tavern and buy food and drink and fuck the waitress, no problem. There's not much public approbation for doing so, except for the religious conservatives, who are not culturally influential.

Times are also hard economically. Jobs, especially good jobs, are scarce. Nobody has to slut, but the economic benefits of doing so are great, if you're young, female and pretty.  Basically, you've got a "Get Out of Poverty Free" card. And a lot of women use that card. Moira uses it, though she frames her decision in terms of taking the Way of Acceptance promulgated by one of her favorite Renaissance poets.

So, a very different story, but still, I think, an engaging one, because like the other "Tavern Slut" stories, it's about women finding their way through sex positivity, through expressing themselves sexually and taking full ownership of who they are. It's inspiring, really, most especially this one.

Here's the blurb, if your'e interested:

Moira was the most brilliant literature student in Warwoman Dell, Kentucky. She got a scholarship to college and fell in love with Renaissance poetry, and graduated with a degree in literature, only to discover (to the surprise of no one but her) that there were no jobs around for literature majors. There were teaching jobs, but they were very rare in these tight economic times, and those that were available tended to go to people with connections, which Moira had none of.

Moira felt that somehow her love of literature would carry her past that point, just as it had carried her out of Warwoman Dell. But … her love of literature was stopped cold by the uninterested job market.

Fortunately, Moira had a skill – she was a natural born submissive and slut. She loved to have sex with lots of partners, and to be bound and gagged while having sex. But she loved doing it on her own terms, not professionally, as a way of making money. 

Moira also felt that if she let her slut nature out to play too much, people would think of her as a slut, and nothing but a slut, and ignore the intellectual side of her that led her to become an expert in Renaissance poetry. Because people HAD done just that, back in her hometown and in college.

That's what led Moira to take a berth on the “Elon's Prospect” as a deck hand trainee – hard, low-paying, dangerous work that most weren't desperate enough to touch. It was that or stay homeless, or take up professional slutting. 

But Moira, uninterested in being a deckhand on a fishing boat, was not a good deckhand. She felt that Captain Dekkish had overstated her incompetence: she had only poisoned the crew with her cooking once, for example. And her mistake with the fishnet line hadn't washed half the crew overboard, only a couple of them, and they'd recovered them just fine.

That's how Moira wound up marooned by the crew in Mossport, Virginia, chained in the basement of a slutting agency. She could have said “To hell with it” and gone back into the streets – nobody had to slut against their will. But she decided to adopt The Way of Acceptance advocated by one of her favorite Renaissance poets, and so she stayed until she was bought by a lovely older couple, the Graysons, as a gift for their son Jeffrey.

After a few months, Jeffrey went off to college, and didn't take Moira with him, saying she would distract him from his studies. And so Moira wound up being sold at a yard sale by the Graysons. It was the low point of her life, and she knew it, because she felt VERY low.
Little did Moira know that better luck was just around the corner, waiting to usher her into a world where she would be valued for her slutting AND her intellect by a very dominant and capable man who would fulfill her sluttish yearnings and challenge her intellect, leading her to a new world of achievement and adventure.

Read Yard Sale Slut and see how it all goes down. Or rather, up.

Tavern Slut 3: Yard Sale Slut is over 33,000 words long, part of the Tavern Slut series, but very much a standalone, set a hundred years prior to the events in Tavern Slut 1: Jessica's Virgin Auction and Tavern Slut 2: Mia the Contortionist (links in the back of this book).

Saturday, January 20, 2018

"Slut Race 3250!" Is Available On Amazon!

The years is 3250. The planet is Margus 5. The event: a Slut Race, in which female sluts make love with male riders, the men seeking to drive the sluts to multiple wonderful experiences, the sluts seeking to make the Masters have a wonderful experience without having wonderful experiences themselves. It's an endurance contest that continues until overwhelming waves of pleasure drive a racer to have a wonderful experience.

Truly, there are no losers in a slut race, especially on Margus 5 where the arena's audience follows right along with the slut racers in the forcefield beds that fill the arena they perform in.

The contestants: Buck Ram and his slut Emporia Longstrider Mystique, and Gunnar Blast and his slut Proudfoot Honoria Slipstream. Buck and Emporia train together for the slut races, as do Gunnar and Proudfoot, but for the race itself, they switch partners and go at it with everything they've got.

In 3250, they've got a lot: all sorts of gear to restrain and excite the women, not just mechanical devices, but force fields they can float on as they sport with their riders and neural enhancements that put pleasure centers in places where pleasure centers don't exist in unaugmented humans.

To prevent themselves from being overwhelmed by pleasure, the slut racers have only the mental disciplines known as Marusian subspace and Marusian domspace, which allows sluts and riders to vastly increase their ability to contain the surging waves of pleasure created by their systems and their partners.

All of these people, devices and techniques come together in the incredible futuristic spectacle known as a Slut Race. Who will win and how will they win? You'll have to read the story to find out.

This story is 17,400 words long.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

"The Night Christmas Got Real" Is on Amazon, Just In Time For Christmas, Also "Enslaved" Is Free For Five Days!

You can pick up this beauty at Amazon by following this link. Cover art by K. M. O'Shea.

Simiyuki Simmons was an Asian-American who was a long way away from her country of origin, culturally and personally. She thought of herself as an all-American California girl. But she also longed to be the right guy's hentai heroine, doing all sorts of kinky, sexy things while totally under his control. Unfortunately, there were an awful lot of wrong guys out there. She had never met one that even came close to being the right one.

Joe Culpepper was a gamer, leading a lonely and impoverished life as an auto parts picker. He was a large, powerfully built man, but was still very shy around women. What if he spoke the truth of his heart to them, that he wanted to dominate them in bed and make them do all sorts of deliciously sexy things? They might think he was pervert. And he wasn't a pervert. He was just kinky.

Christmas magic will have its way with these two, and help them learn that love and trust are the true sources of Christmas joy, in a way that will warm more than their hearts.

This story is 13,500 words long.

Also, here's a link to Enslaved ... available free Dec. 20-24. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Friday, December 1, 2017

My latest story, "The Slut Run, Is Based On A Post from my FandSFslavegrils subreddit

This post in fact. The story is based on what I came up with in the comments. I thought "That might make a fun story" and I was right about that.
One thing you need to know about the story: it's not erotica. There are no explicit descriptions of sex anywhere in it. There is sex, but it's cloaked in romance-speak. Bodies are united, pleasure is had, but you aren't going to hear about how those bodies were arranged, what toys were used, and who did what to whom, though you'll be in an excellent position to make some educated guesses.
I put the book under the Romantic Comedy and Humorous genres. You only get to pick two genres in Amazon. It could easily have gone under the Science Fiction genre, as it's set on a different planet with very different rules about how the sexes conduct themselves.
But the book is basically a sex comedy. A raunchy, fun sex comedy. There is no sex comedy subgenre on Amazon, so I had to go with "romantic comedy" which isn't too far off. But it's not really a romance. It's more about the protagonist finally getting rid of her inhibitions and having sex with people. It's mostly intended to be a funny, fun read. We'll see how that works out!
And oh, yeah, this is the song that most definitely goes with the story, an old Bob Seger tune.
Here's the blurb:
So here's the blurb for my story:
Cyndi was a very conservative young feminist who enjoyed nothing more than the tedious academic arguments about gender that came naturally to her as a brilliant graduate student in the Gender Studies program at good ol' Goof U (aka the Grand Unified Free University of Colombo 7).
But Cyndi had a secret, a secret she kept even from herself. Every couple of weeks or so, she got very drunk at Gavigan's Tavern, stripped off her clothes, screamed “I am a slut!” and ran out the front door, knowing that she would be pursued by half the tavern's patrons. Because the first one to catch her and put a collar on her could claim her as his or her love slut.
It was called a slut run, a huge mass of drunken students pouring out on to the university grounds in hot pursuit of a naked woman. Who would catch Cyndi? She had run many times, always escaping. But Joe the handsome, charming bartender at Gavigan's had plans for Cyndi. As did Moira, a hot, kinky dominant woman who made Cindy's submissive knees weak.
And also seeking Cyndi were half the patrons at Gavigan's. She led them all a merry chase, and arguably was leading herself on a merry chase as well. What would happen on the day she got caught?
It's a fun run for everyone involved, even Cyndi, and especially for you!
This story is 14,196 words long.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Lovonian Honey Trap Now On Sale At Amazon.

You can buy this book or read it for free if you have Kindle Unlimited, just click here or click on the cover art if you use Amazon's US store. International buyers can click here for a complete listing of the book's locations in Amazon stores around the world. We aim to please.

Well, looks like I wrote another book. This one's a little different. It's written from the male dom's point of view and it is set just a LEETLE bit in the future, like maybe a decade or two. At most.

To avoid Amazon's censorship regimen, I went the "slut" route. The sex is all consensual and the submissive women are called "sluts" rather than "slaves." 

Imagine a land where sex-positive consensual BDSM culture is publicly accepted and fully integrated into the mainstream society, in fact, has become the mainstream. A land where “slut” is a label worn with pride and pleasure. A land where visitors can travel around the capital in carts drawn by naked ponygirls. A land where parks are full of giant sex toys for couples and groups to engage in public sex on. A land where major hotels have slut rental desks. A land where many restaurants allow you to fuck their waitresses for the price of your meal. A land where the room service maids serve lodgers in all sorts of ways on beds that are conveniently equipped with rings allowing lodgers to restrain their girls in any way they liked.

That's Lovonia, and that was where Tom Rackham, a data analyst for a US intelligence agency, wanted to vacation. Tom got a lot more than he bargained for when he rented the slut Cara from Maranovsky Slut Rentals. He was initially attracted to her because of the almost unearthly beauty of her catlike face with her huge oval eyes. But as he got to know her, he discovered a deeply submissive women with a powerful libido, a swift, clever mind and a dry sense of humor to match his own.

But most of all, there was deep connection between Tom and Cara. From the moment they met they were two animals that wanted to get at one another, male to female, man to woman. And that should have been all that mattered.

But Tom was vacationing under an assumed identity because of his intelligence work – no one would believe he wasn't a spy if they knew who he worked for. Cara had secrets of her own. And Lovonia had secrets that went back thousands of years, secrets that might change the global balance of power.

Can a skilled data analyst like Tom avoid blundering into one of Lovonia's secrets during his vacation? Because he really was on vacation, and he didn't WANT to do any spying, he just wanted to have lots and lots of kinky sex with Cara and the other sluts in Lovonia.

More importantly, what is the nature of this powerful connection between Tom and Cara? Is it simple animal lust or could it be something deeper? Could it be love? And if it is love, what should these two people thrown together seemingly by chance for a week do about it?

If you're looking for a lighthearted kinky erotic romance novel written from a dom's eye view, look no farther, you've found it! “The Lovonian Honey Trap” is over 76,000 words long. Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Surfing with Sluts On Amazon

She's totally into it!

So I wrote two stories recently, Tavern Slut #1: Jessica's Virgin Auction and Tavern Slut #2, Mia The Contortionist and published them on Amazon. They were both based on my interest in seeing if I could update a Gorean paga tavern to modern times, and having an equivalent of paga slaves who can be used sexually for the price of the meal. And I'm writing a third book about sluts, "Vacation in Slutaria," this one from the male dom's POV, which is working out a lot easier for me, since it's my natural POV.
I'm hoping it will work out a lot easier for my readers, too.
I'm writing about "sluts" because it's freaking DANGEROUS to write about slaves on Amazon. They have a real down on the nonconsensual on Amazon, as well as the dubcon. ("Dubcon" is a word erotica writers have coined to describe stories where the consent is dubious, an attempt to get around the Amazon block on erotica that involved nonconsensual sex. It worked, for a while, until Amazon decided it also didn't like dubcon.)
And slave sex is about as noncon/dubcon as you can get, because they are in no position to give consent, even if they are all in on the sex and really, really want it. Granted, there are a LOT of stories published on Amazon that feature slavegirls that are all-in on the slave sex from the get-go, for safety reasons.
Point is, erotica that deal with sex slaves as characters is on very thin ice on Amazon. That's why I moved all mine to Smashwords. More about that later.
If you've read the sticky For the Triggered on my Fantasy and Science Fiction Slavegirls subreddit, you'd know that I have a fundamental disagreement on this topic with Amazon. I don't think they should be censoring sexual fantasies of ANY kind, even the kind that will land you in jail if you try to act them out in real life. (Such as trying to enslave someone in real life, sexually or otherwise.) Fantasy is fantasy, reality is reality. They're different, and should be treated differently. It's sad that so many people and organizations, especially Amazon, don't grasp this.
The people who support censorship aren't just telling writes they can't write and publishers they can't publish Certain Fantasies, they are also telling readers they can't read those fantasies. And since by FAAAAR the majority of readers of erotica are women, they are telling grown women they can't have certain fantasies, or more specifically, they can't read about them.
But Amazon is a giant and I am an ant, economically speaking. I got no clout against them, so I have to go with their rules if I want to publish on their platform, by far the largest platform for indie publishers. Thus, all my slavish characters are "sluts" and all my sluts are SO TOTALLY INTO the sex they are having.
It's actually a lot easier to write about sex-crazed sluts than it is to write about actual sex slaves. A character who starts out enjoying the submissive sex and continues to enjoy it throughout the story does not have to go through any tricky transitions. For example, the high-and-mighty daughter of a wealthy Boston merchant in in my book Riverbeast: The Journey has to go through a LOT psychologically before she can handle being a sex slave, and learns to distinguish between good Masters and bad Masters.
And the President of the United States, in President Slave Girl is a moral conservatives who has many, many layers of inhibitions to overcome as she learns to cope with being a legal slave, all her civil rights removed, slowly discovering that she is a natural submission who thoroughly enjoys being fucked while bound and gagged, and who has no problem at all with having a vagina for a mouth on occasion (well .. a lot of occasions). Nanotech has so much potential in medicine!
Of course, some might say that those transitions, occurring over many, many erotic scenes, are the intellectually interesting and sexually intriguing parts of the stories. But Amazon wants none of that.
Now it's happening at Smashwords. I'vee been asked by them to categorize my books as, not just "adult" but as falling into several categories beyond adult, like stories that deal with sex slavery and things like that. I have a lot of books in that sex slavery category. Smashwords says (and I believe them) says that they aren't personally that interested doing this, it's at the request of several of the book distributors.
At the same time, I and other erotic authors have learned to be VERY cynical about this sort of thing over time. Because when they censor you, the first thing they have to do is identify you and so separate you from others. They make you the "other." Then when they have you "othered," ans stuck in your own little ghetto (yeah, the Nazi reference here is too apt to pass up) they censor you, refuse to distribute your stuff at all -- the Final Solution for those who want to keep people from reading things that are deemed Wrongthink.
It's not happening yet, and hopefully may not happen at all. In fact, my sales through Smashwords are currently enjoying a bump, I suspect because I'm doing a better job of marketing my stuff. But I don't really know. My books might be selling better for the same reason bump stocks are flying off gun store shelves in the wake of talk of outlawing them after the Las Vegas massacre -- people who like to read sex slave stories want to read them before they get banned on Smashwords, too.
Works for me!
But outright censorship isn't the only unfortunate result of Amazon's (and now, perhaps Smashwords') policies. There's also the effect it has on the stories that DON'T get censored.
And to do that properly, I'm going to have to talk about the remake of the movie Point Break. Not the whole movie, just the bit at the end with the closing credits. The movie is about a group of extreme athletes who are also a crime gang. At the closing credits, there are shots of the athletes that show show them skiing and surfing and base jumping, and as they glide down the curl of a wave or the slope of a mountain or through thin air, there's a line that projects through the athlete's body and on down the wave/slope/air that is the perfect trajectory that the athlete should follow to have a great ride as he surfs, skis or glides.
It's the trajectory that represents the perfect balance of the force and mass of the wave, the slope and the air, a trajectory that perfectly balances mass, speed, density, all the basic physical constraints that are involved in what they're doing.
When a writer writes a story, they are, whether or not they know it, trying to craft an experience that allows the reader to follow a perfect trajectory as they read. Their attention is the surfboard that cuts into the wave formed by your words, and you want them to flow down the slope of the story smoothly and easily and shoot the curl and come out of the other side of the wave with their eyes bugged out, going "Wow! What a RIDE that was!"
Because that was certainly the experience I got the first time I read "Little, Big" by John Crowley, and "Foundation" by Isaac Asimov, and "Far Tortuga" by Peter Matthieson, and "Use of Weapons" by Iain Banks, and quite few other stories. I hit that wave and rolled with it and when it was through, I felt that my life had been enriched. Certainly my mental landscape had been embiggened.
With erotica the line is a lot tighter, because we're dealing with fantasies based off physical functions, i.e., orgasms. We have to hew to the line that rewards the reader's attention with all sorts of erotic scenes and experiences, and which promises more, and delivers more, leaving the reader going, "Wow, what a SATISFYING ride that was!"
But with erotica the line's still there, determined by the forces of sexual desire, cultural responses to sexual desire, the power of the characters, the extent to which the story adds to or detracts from the sexual experiences in the story, etc. It's just a trajectory where sexual satisfaction has a lot more pull than it does in other stories, and where plot and characterization are not necessarily as important as in other stories, though they CAN be important.
For example, a story in which sexual bondage is the erotic appeal and in which no one gets tied up or gagged is going to be quite a disappointment for readers. And a gay story in which no guy has sex with another guy is going to also be very disappointing to readers. At a basic level, you have to deliver.
Now, Amazon hasn't outright BANNED stories with slavegirls as characters. You CAN have them as characters as long as the slavery isn't too oppressive and the slavegirls are into the slave sex, even if it's only because they totally dig the guy that is the main character. And in order to create such stories, writers have to deviate from the true line that would deliver the best ride for readers who want to take a ride on the slavegirl sex wave. The writer wants to find absolutely the best trajectory that balances character, plot, erotic appeal and fetish appeal for a great ride for the readers.
Instead, you've got writers making all these loops and curlecues and whatnot in order to keep the story somewhere close to the slavegirl sex line without crossing the lines that Amazon has placed on the wave with its rules about slavegirl sex, some of which, of course, block slavegirl sex entirely. 
The writers take these less-perfect lines, where they write stories about slavegirl-ish characters who are kinda sort enslaved in a legal sense but really not, and so they create these stories, some of them brilliant and ingenious in how they surf the wave, but still, they CAN'T surf that pure and natural line that the readers will find most satisfying and engaging, because Amazon has determined that it doesn't want readers to have that experience, and won't allow it.
Most readers aren't aware of Amazon censorship in this regard, because Amazon of course doesn't ADVERTISE its censorship practices. The readers just know the stories aren't really what they were after, they don't really get into the zone they were looking for even if they seem kinda like they might from the title and the teaser.
So Amazon winds up cheating its readers and nerfing its writers with its censoring ways, and the bright, pure trajectory that leads to maximum reader joy and maximum writer skill remains buried behind Amazonian censorship.
That's what's wrong with Amazon's censorship practices. It's just not the books that DON'T get published. It's the books that DO get published. And it's a damn shame.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

"Tavern Slut #2: Mia the Contortionist" -- Putting the Science Fiction in Science Fiction Erotica

So, I just published Tavern Slut #2: Mia the Contortionist on Amazon, and as I did in Tavern Slut #1 I did a lot of SF development for the story. It fits comfortably in the erotica genre, but it ALSO fits comfortably in the science fiction genre. And I'm here to talk about the SF development I did for the story.

And it fits in the SF and F Slavegirls subreddit because the tavern sluts in the stories are slavegirls who are not CALLED slavegirls. This is mostly to avoid Amazon's screwed-up censorship rules about nonconsensual sex. If not for Amazon, the characters would BE slavegirls, but instead I made the characters sex-positive women who are submissive and REALLY like sex and being dominated by the tavern customers. They wear shackles, cuffs and collars and nothing else when they serve, and they are almost always bound and/or gagged when they serve sexually. But they're not CALLED slave girls!

What I really wanted to focus on in the story was the use of nanotech and direct neural interfaces to enhance sexual pleasure. This topic has not been well explored. Phillip Jose Farmer wrote "The Flesh" back in the 1960s, the story of a man who winds up captured by a society that is very nearly woman-only, who has a pair of horns grafted onto his forehead that gives him the ability and the desire to have sex almost constantly, so he can impregnate lots and lots of women. It wasn't nanotech or DNI, but those didn't really exist in the 1960s, and it WAS manipulation of the protagonist's hormones for sexual reasons.

More recently, in 1990, Greg Bear wrote a novel called “Queen of Angels” that featured prostitutes who had vaginas growing in all sorts of unlikely places. The sexual pleasure aspects of the story weren't fully explored, it was more a police story about a search for a mass murderer. He was mostly just showing to what extremes some of the prostitutes in the society he was writing about went to, in order to please their clients. It was very minor.

But my dirty mind noticed it.

I wanted to do something a lot simpler and subtler. In Tavern Slut #1 I had created a society where almost everyone lived on Basic Income, and got their housing, transportation, medical, clothing and utilities taken care of them for free by the government. The main reason was to look at how Basic Income might work, but also to create an economic basis in which something like John Norman's paga taverns might make sense. I wrote about that here.

It occurred to me that there were a number of ways that nanotech and DNI could make things sexier for your average young adult. For example, nanotech could be used to alter a person's appearance. They've already got nanotech machines that can target and kill cancer cells. And they can already edit genes with tools like CRISPR.] So eventually it might be possible for scientists to create nanomachines that enter the body, maybe in pill form, maybe suspended in a liquid that you drink, that go to the appropriate spots in your body and send out amino acids that say “Grow half an inch shorter" or “enlarge breasts by 20 percent" or "change complexion to olive brown." With a variety of such changes, you wind up with a body that looks, not like you, but like your favorite actor, actress, singer, athlete, pornstar, whatever.

The protagonist of Tavern Slut #1 has chosen to look like Rachel Roxxy, a pornstar from ancient times about a century in the past. The protagonist of Tavern Slut #2 has chosen a “generic wholesome pornstar look." Any woman can be beautiful, any man can be handsome, and since that's classed as a health expense (to avoid the disastrous effects of lookism, you see) it's free.

So of course, everyone is handsome and/or beautiful. (Gender is also optional, though I don't dwell on that in my stories. The tech certainly offers plenty of options for those who want to.)

That's just so I can set up the stories so that my female characters are beautiful, and male characters who are their sex partners are beautiful/handsome. Looks are not a consideration.

The real fun began when I started thinking about how nanotech-enabled body mod and DNI could be used for sexual fun. I realized that it should also be possible to create nerve networks all over the body. Such as a network of sexual pleasure receptors inside the mouth and throat that I called the Oral Clit, to make blowjobs just as much fun for the giver as for the givee. Well, that along with the DeGagger app which completely suppresses the gag reflex, and the Jaw Comfort app that makes the jaw muscles loose and pain-free even if the mouth is held wide open for a very long time. Basically, anyone who has these apps is a Deep Throat machine.

Bound? Ring gagged? Helpless? The DeGagger is your friend!

And I imagined that there could be an Anal Clit as well, making buttfucking a lot more fun for the recipient.

The nice thing about these is that they don't alter the person's appearance, they're strictly internal mods that don't show at all. I have one character who has an augment called a “prehensile tongue” which makes the tongue so long that it has to be coiled in a spiral inside the mouth. The protagonist has considered it, but is creeped out by it.

I also imagined that it would be good for the people who had these "augments" as I called them, to control them. Having a clit in your mouth that you can't control is just asking for a slew of new and bizarre eating disorders, and having a clit in your butt that you can't control just doesn't bear thinking about.

That … well, that and a few other places … is where the DNI came in. And DNI is far enough along that it is getting some serious money thrown at it by none other than Elon Musk. I figured that like a lot of other technologies, DNI would appropriate the forms of older technologies when it was first implemented. Specifically, it would have a user interface a lot like the desktop on your computer where you could access its various features. The user interface wouldn't exist in any real physical way, it simply would be an image that you could see anytime by willing it into existence, and control by willing the various features to operate. It's called a "braintop" in my story.

The DNI interface can be used to turn the various augments and apps installed in a person's body/mind on and off at will, so that a person could eat normally, and do other stuff normally, too. Or do them abnormally, if you like.

It could also be used to provide detailed information about the functions of the user's augments and apps. For example, Mia being a contortionist, has a contortionist augment inside her body that keeps her joints limber and loose and also thickens and protects them where useful. There's also a contortionist app that lets her see exactly how much strain her joints and muscles have been put to, which helps prevent injury.

Here's a beautiful contortionist bound in a Viennese oyster and having a very good time. Imagine if she had the contortionist apps in my story!

But where a DNI interface could come in very handy is in its ability to transfer information back and forth between two sex partners. Say, all the input from one partner's Oral Clit going to their partner, who is sending all the sensations from the blowjob (or pussy licking) they're experiencing right back to the person giving it.

It's quite the feedback loop and would probably make sex even MORE fun for both partners. In my story it's called the Mutual Pleasure app. There's also another DNI-based app in my story called Orgasm Synch that's used in conjunction with the Mutual Pleasure app.

There are a lot of refinements that I could think of to make the sex apps more powerful (such as a Whole Brain Meld for maximum intimacy during sex). But I didn't go there, because I wanted to keep the tech relatable to viewers. I wanted to put it in the familiar terms of apps and braintops so people could understand it as something they might actually have.

I also wanted to keep the scope limited because going further gets away from my desire to just focus on the fun and sexy aspects of these technologies. There are some very scary and potentially horrific uses that nanotech bodymod and DNI interfaces can be put to, particularly DNI. (Vernor Vinge explores one horrific near-future issue called YGBM (“You Gotta Believe Me!”) in his book “Rainbow's End” and Charles Stross follows it all the way down the rabbit hole in a distant future book called “Glasshouse,” though Harlan Ellison beat them both to the punch in his famous story, “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream.”) I'm staying away from those, if only because they are only erotic to the deeply disturbed. And I prefer writing for the MILDLY disturbed, dammit!

Just because I have envisioned these potential applications for DNI and nanotech doesn't mean I think they are inevitable. There's a long way between the advances I've cited and actual commercial applications I describe in my story. If the accelerated pace of technological change tells us anything, it's that tech can get hung up on the way to success (hello, carbon nanotubes!) and sometimes never makes it out of the lab. But it's not my job as a science fiction writer to predict what WILL happen in the future, only to describe what MIGHT happen in the future. And if in doing so I inspire some scientist or engineer to innovate and create products similar to what I describe, why, that will be all to the good.