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“It was alright…”
Love this song, love this video. A great little find on a Saturday morning.
…or just “Lyris”, the way you’d refer to Brown, Taft, or Amherst. Lyris is the name of the magical academy serving as the setting for most of Parker Dupris’s short stories involving magical and erotic themes.
mark me.
While cruising the Story Idea forum over at Literotica.com I came across someone describing a story idea where a girl receiving an arcane rune as a tattoo had very sensual side effects. I replied to the thread with a few of my own ideas about short stories that might have sexually-charged tattoos as a major plot point. After posting the list and receiving some very positive feedback, I thought they might come together in a nice compilation at some point
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It’s a Sigil of Summoning; after getting the tatt she’s visited by a parade of supernatural entities… all intent on making her their new plaything. The tatt might give them power over her, but also give her some ability to dictate things, but perhaps she needs to develop that skill. Some entities might be up front, aggressive and just bent on taking her, some perhaps are a bit more subtle, toying with her, seducing her, perhaps trading some knowledge for her willingness to submit. They can visit in dreams, or in reality as formless-become-solid. Maybe even a few of them can posses people she knows.
A powerless girl researches ways to be more confident and aggressive, less a victim. She finds an ancient Rune of Robustness, taken up by a sect of women in days long past. It’s a symbol of power, conveying upon the girl an ability to control; to seduce, to entice, and to render others powerless with some sort of sexual need. She develops this power inadvertently, but as she learns to ( kind of ) control it, it corrupts her. The story could go in many directions, here. Understanding that power can corrupt, and that corruption could be delicious, might be central.
Sign of Submission. A normally headstrong girl gets this tattoo she sees from an old book on magic, only to slowly discover it accents the submissive side of her personality. Slowly at first, she finds herself submitting. As she moves more to this new mindset, fueled by the power of the sign, she finds herself in more and more serious situations… submitting in small ways to authority figures, rivals, and then groups. This works better if she’s introduced as dominant, and we can see the power of the sign start to consume her. Perhaps as she opens herself up to submission, she receives some sort of power as magical pay-off; the ability to control her appearance, to attract, to halt aging, etc.
Mark of Fertility. It’s the mark an ancient order or priestesses used to place upon a sacrificial woman, to be given up as the mother of a god or powerful magician. The girl receiving this tattoo will conceive if any seed is spilled with her womb, and she is in -heat- from the moment the tattoo is inked and healed. It might be a better story if she’s aware of this from the very beginning, through dreams or flashes, resistant to it. Perhaps it’s specialized… only a particular kind of man ( perhaps not her current man, oh dear ) can plant his seed within her; all other sorts are rendered inert, but it’s this specific type that she becomes feverish to find. At some point, she finds such a man and seduces him, allowing him to breed her. An interesting twist might be that the next man who fits this type ( or this new type ) and spills into her gives up some part of who he is, that her baby might be all the more powerful upon it’s birth. So as she grows in her pregnancy, she becomes obsessed with the next, then the next, type of man, type of seed.
Hieroglyph of Hathor. Hathor is the Egyptian goddess of love, sex, music and dancing. A girl who gets this tatt slowly starts to change. Whether it’s actually the long-distant goddess Hathor coming into being inside this girl’s body, or just the rune bringing the power that’s long been stored up in the symbology of the goddess that the Egyptians “paid” for long ago with their worship, our girl starts to change. Her body changes, more curvy and vivacious. Milk was used in a lot of Hathor’s rituals, so her breast begin producing milk ( that possesses some kind of magical effect, of course ) even though she’s not pregnant. She has a growing power to entice others, to bring out their sexual side for better or worse, and she begins using this power. To solve her own problems, then others’ problems. Sex and dancing and music start to become sources of power for this girl. First one, and then several others ( women and/or men ) start to “serve” her. Incidentally at first, but then devotedly, more and more the effect of the Egyptian goddess coming to her. In the end, some problem she had is now either conquered, or is not a problem at all as she starts to deify.
Device of Debt. The tatt is a magical device symbolic of a debt a sorceress owed a family in ages past. The sorceress never paid the debt, but now as the wearer of the tattoo our girl now owes the debt. And of course, it’s very sexual in nature. Any male in the family ( or female? ) now has amazing power over the girl, but it’s a learning process for them all. Perhaps the girl found the symbol poking around in the books of old family history, and the boyfriend’s father recognizes it and begins to make use of it. Soon more family members are availing themselves of the lovely girl who now owes this intense debt to the family. She becomes distraught, torn by the things the tatt might be “making” her do, trying to come to grips with how this makes her feel, and the different ways other members of this family discover and start to extract her sensual “atonement.”
Seal of the Sisterhood. Two friends get the same mysterious tattoo that they discovered, just because ( or does one have an agenda, here? ) , and it bonds them together. Though they’re very different girls, they start to become aware of each other sensually… not just developing an attraction for one another, but they begin to make use of one another’s gifts and character traits, especially when it comes to sexual activity. They also seem to be able to “feel” the other… remotely or through dreams, reliving and experiencing the other’s sexual activity, alone or with another. This brings them closer together, closer than sisters after a while, and when they decide to share a partner between them, they unlock another level of their new found “abilities”, the resonance being so powerful. At that point, their goal is clear: recruit more members into the Sisterhood, and expand their sensual power.
Brand of Ownership. Our girl gets the classic tramp stamp, but has no idea how this particular one is infused with arcana. When it becomes wet with hot cum, it bestows power upon her, feeling like an electrical charge and enabling her to do things she couldn’t normally do; simple things like stay away a long time, do better in studies, whatever. She starts to understand, to make the connection, so she experiments. She finds out itt only works once per “sacrificer”, so this normally conservative girl looks to have more and more guys splash hot cum on her new stamp. As it turns out, she learns after more than a few guys, that each time she’s let a guy mark her this way, she’s become his property, and owes him service. One by one they start to realize this. The tattoo artist that recommended the brand knew about it all along, and has a particular service he’d like to require from the girl…
Logo of learning. A bookish girl gets a tattoo that happens to be infused with magical power. Upon getting it done, she feels com[pelled, drawn to a particular type of sex act she’s never done. She’s fascinated, but soon gives in and lets herself go, tries it. Upon climax, she feels something unlock within her; some power, some change. It’s an epiphany. Soon she discovers the tattoo has changed; grown in a way. The first mark is there, but now there’s another; a different mark, but one that seems to fit with the first like a piece of a puzzle. needs different types of activity to unlock other kinds of power. The appearance of this new mark seems to be accompanied with a fascination, then obsession with a new type of sexual experience, and soon this formerly shy bookworm is on a path of sensual knowledge to unlock the arcana slowly revealing itself on her own body.
Well, kinda.
It takes skill to tell a story, it takes -more- skill to weave erotic elements into that story and tell a truly sensual tale. Here we have a different kind of advice column on how to do this well, straight from Cracked.com. Hilarious..
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The whole scene was getting very strange. He and his outfit, the glyphs. Now his preternatural voice. I looked into his eyes, and he asked again.
“She is yours?”
I nodded, slowly.
He looked down at her again
“She is beautiful,” he said, simply. “Strong.” I nodded again.
Slowly he moved to her, and instantly my throat tightened up. Although he seemed peaceful enough at this moment, there was very little I could do, if his mood changed.
This was not a situation I was used to being in.
He knelt down to her, and touched her hair. Broad fingers and a flat palm stroked through her soft hair, and started to caress the sm
ooth skin of Pia’s back. He was tracing a slow pattern with his fingertips and palm. She was still lying on her tummy, kind of curled up, but she responded to the touch
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I knew she would.
After sort of a long breath in she moved, laying herself out a bit flatter and exposing herself so he had more of her back to caress, though she didn’t completely come around. She was still in a sort of dream-state, perhaps due to her fall.
I watched this happen, a spectator almost as if I wasn’t in the room. I felt a bizarre mix of powerlessness, arousal and control. My body was not registering him as a threat, despite the intimate way he was now touching my wife. I knew somehow if I raised an objection, he would back off.
But I didn’t raise one, and he didn’t back off.
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This is from a short story I wrote; a combo ghost story, Hawaiian historical narrative ( a rather loose one ), and bit of erotica. as I have mentioned, I am working on the writing thing. Practice makes perfect, eh?
A perennial favorite among fantasies, the Teacher/student ( T/s ) dynamic calls to mind plenty of stereotypes; stern discipline of wayward students, guided explorations of sensual unknowns, desperate pleas for help with grade scores, and hints of the daddy/daughter fantasy all come to mind. A teacher is in a position of authority, and is by definition more experienced and knowledgeable; the student is eager, needy, and must be compliant. The sensual play in T/s is taboo; Teachers are -not- supposed to use their positions to seduce students… and students are not supposed to wear at the sexual defenses of their teachers. But it happens, in many delicious ways. When it does, it’s usually the teacher taking the lead, bringing the student into new ( or at least forbidden ) realms.
Something a bit different
As a spin on the typical dynamic, sometimes it’s the student who is the aggressor; knowing what she wants, she confidently and aggressively goes after it, using just what she has at her disposal, or perhaps something darker such as blackmail, mind altering or influencing tactics, and so on.
The more, the merrier?
Maybe there is more than one student with a particular problem that needs solving… or more than one teacher that does the solving.
Uniforms?
A private school uniform typically includes a white button-down blouse or shirt, jumpers, pleated skirts ( pants for the males ), socks, shoes, a tie, and perhaps sport coats or jackets There can be other additions or changes to this, of course… a messenger bag or backpack, a walking stick or cane, some kind of hat or headwear, a scarf, a sash, gloves, boots, stockings, a cloak, and so forth. The items reflect the school’s colors, and usually have the school’s crest or coat of arms displayed somehow.
Teachers typically dress in more formal versions of what the student wear, darker and more “grown up”, less colorful. Robes are not uncommon, but teachers might also be required to dress formally but in nothing that resembles the school’s uniform.
“I am your servant. I shall not be free. You will protect me; you will keep me safe; you will guard me. You will keep me sound; you will protect me from every demon.” – Ancient Egyptian woman’s slave contract
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” – Anaias Nin
“Intimacy is based on shared vulnerability…nothing deepens intimacy like the experiences that we share when we feel flayed, with our skins off, scared and vulnerable, and our partner is there with us, willing to share in the scary stuff” – Dossie Easton
“You have opened up the prison gates of my womanhood. And all the passion that was unsatisfied in me for so many years, leaped into a wild reckless storm boundless as the sea.” – Emma Goldman
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, fucked, and possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” – Anaias Nin
“A man doesn’t dream about a woman because he thinks her “mysterious”; he decides that she is “mysterious” to justify his dreaming of her.” – Henri de Montherlant
“The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.” – Benjamin Franklin
“A dress has no meaning unless it makes a man want to take it off.” – Francoise Sagan
“The slave escapes her bonds to find a stronger set of chains.” – Anonymous
“‘Come to the edge’, he said. They said, ‘We are afraid’.'Come to the edge’, he said. They came.He pushed them… And they flew.” – Guillaume Apollinaire
“Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do till you require.” – Shakespeare
“Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.” – Anaias Nin
“Sometimes what seems like surrender isn’t surrender at all. It’s about what’s going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater.” – Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer
“To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it.” – John Lyly
“No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men’s greatness.” – Anaias Nin
“Lead me not into temptation, I can find it just fine myself.” – Anonymous
“Life has taught us that love does not consist of gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.” – Antione de Saint-Exupery
“We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way.” – Audre Lorde
“Love well, whip well.” – Benjamin Franklin
“Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear’s path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” – Frank Herbert
“A full bosom is actually a millstone around a woman’s neck… [Breasts] are not parts of a person but lures slung around her neck, to be kneaded and twisted like magic putty, or mumbled and mouthed like lolly ices.” – Germaine Greer
“Love does not dominate; it cultivates.” – Goethe
“I bend, but I do not break.” – Jean de La Fontaine
“A slave’s life is mostly composed of patience and study. Yes, study. If not with actual books, then following the example of greater, senior slaves. Or learning every nuance of their owner’s character, so that they can more completely and seamlessly offer themselves at the right time and in the right manner.” – Laura Antoniou
“Invest in the human soul. Who knows, it might be a diamond in the rough.” – Mary McLeod Bethune
“In the beginning I was fooled by Dominants who were good looking, had charisma, dressed well, and had that “dominant” personae. I soon realized that these things are easy to fashion. Real Dominance is a deep and visceral thing, something that has nothing to do with the trappings of BDSM.” – Sensuous Sadie
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” – Shakespeare
“Many vanilla people are surprised to learn that S/M includes erotic spanks, scratches, and bites, which are amazingly common forms of erotic expression. They are also surprised to find out that S/M practitioners can fall in love, and that they enjoy conventional sex acts such as oral sex and intercourse.” – Laura Goodwin
“If ever thou be’st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.” – Shakespeare
