Murder on Chastity Island now available

Another Gray Savidge story posted to the site. Murder on Chastity Island is the longest story I've written and published. It was an attempt to mash-up a pulp detective story with a magical femdom chastity fantasy. Why I thought this was a good idea, I'm still not sure.

If that sounds like something you're interested in, please enjoy.

It was originally published on Kindle Unlimited. Although it wasn't removed by Amazon, I figured it was only a matter of time based on the other stories they removed and the violent scene in Chapter 3, where the main character falls afoul of a pair of female supremacist sisters who use powerful chastity magic to brutally torment him.

Breaking the Groom now available

Another Gray Savidge story is now up. Breaking the Groom. This was the third of my "Breaking the.." series and one of the most poorly-received. I shouldn't have been surprised, because it taps into one of my deepest and least widely-shared fantasies. I enjoy reading and writing about invincible, beautiful superwoman who use their powers for evil, and the helpless men who are unfortunate enough to cross their path. The more brutal the treatment dished out to the men, the more I want.

This is one of the stories that was removed from Kindle Unlimited for breaking their content guidelines. Honestly, I'm surprised it took them as long as it did. The male point-of-view character is subjected to torture, rape, and mind-control by a woman with the powers of a goddess. Tease and denial is the least of what he goes through on his way to being turned into a supervillainess' personal chew toy.

Morning Devotion

It was 9 am. A hundred million television sets came to life, and a hundred million penises stirred to attention in anticipation.

“Good morning, boys.” The first announcer was a breathtakingly gorgeous brunette with dark brown eyes and red, bee-stung lips. The velvet tones of her sultry voice buried into the hearts, minds, and balls of the nation’s men, as they drunk in her beauty.

“It’s time for morning devotion,” she said. By the time the words were out of her mouth, every cock was fully erect: hard and straining against the skin. It didn’t take much to bring them to that state. It had been years since any of the men in the audience had been allowed so much as a ruined orgasm.

The announcer brought the old-fashioned microphone in close. “Stroke,” she whispered.