The next seventy-three words out of my mouth contained the word ‘fuck’, or a variation on it. My blog was awesome! But his user interface was much fancier, and clearly catered to a specific clientele: women.
I clicked on “kitchen” and got a list of posts that had to do with sex in the kitchen—tools, foods, best surfaces to use. I clicked off that and went to blankets by the fireplace. That gave me a list of blog posts that had to do with sex in cozy comfort. I took a deep breath and tried to push my initial emotional reaction out of the way…at least for the moment. From a business perspective, his posts and branding were smart. I saw the first one, the post about temperature play that the girls had been talking about. They were still talking, but the topic of discussion had moved onto a group project instead of sex advice and whether Mistress A or Master Z was better at it. It took all of my restraint not to stand up and tell them Mistress A was obviously better…not that I was biased or anything. No one knew girl parts and what girls wanted like another actual girl. When it came to women and their motivations, men spent most of their time guessing…if they put in any time at all. Most dudes would take the easiest path possible to get what they wanted.
I read through the post.
Alpha Answers
Snow Isn’t Just for Snowboarding
It’s cold outside, which means this is the perfect time to warm up in the house with your favorite naked partner. Nothing gets you warm faster than taking off your clothes, so get down and dirty, then grab some snow from outside (put some clothes on first unless exposing yourself gets you off, then by all means, go out there naked) and use it to cool off. You can do this in any number of ways, but I’m a fan of packing the snow into a little ball, and using it to tease your lady’s nipples. Circular motions work well, but try different things and see what she likes. If your foreplay was stellar—and it should have been—her body will be ready for anything, and the pleasure/pain combo of the cold on her nipples by the heat of the fire will make her even hotter. When you’re done with the snow on her nipples, take your cold hands and use them on her clit before pushing them inside her. She’ll be screaming for more in no time.
What. The. Fuck?!? Number one, the dude was boring. His posts weren’t nearly as entertaining as mine. Number two, he’d absolutely stolen my idea and copied it to almost to the letter: short posts with non-mainstream sex advice. And he’d used the name Master, the counter to my Mistress! This was not a coincidence. I felt certain he’d copied my blog, and even wondered if the copycat asshat was someone I knew…someone who had figured out that I was Mistress A. I started scrolling through other posts, though there weren’t many. His blog had only been active for a few weeks. Mine started over two months ago!
Who the fuck was Master Z? And who the fuck did he think he was taking my idea and using it to profit for himself?
I made the mistake of scrolling through the comments section. No one should ever read comments. It just makes you stabby, especially if you’re included in the topic of said opinions.
Who’s Master Z?
I’d like to meet him!
I want to be fucked by him!
Maybe Mistress A and Master Z know each other?
Master Z is way hotter than Mistress A!
I exited the screen because I could literally feel my blood pressure rising even more, and it was already at dangerously high levels. I didn’t want my laptop to end up as collateral damage. How the hell did they know who was hotter? No one had seen photos of either one of us!
I slammed my laptop shut and shoved it in my bag. I was not happy, and needed to figure out what to do about it.
I’d been waiting hours for Syd to get home, and that had given me plenty of time to read through Master Z’s blog in its entirety. Like I said, it was only a few weeks old, so it didn’t take me long. His posts were all similar to mine, discussing various elements of sex from positions to porn, and giving advice from the “male perspective.” I refused to call him alpha, even if he thought he was.
I was still pissed. Way pissed. But now I wanted to know who the hell he was, and where he got the nerve. I considered emailing him immediately, but I thought better of it. I was too worked up and would probably say something I shouldn’t, or out myself in the process. It was clear he was keeping his identity a secret as well.
The door opened and Syd came up behind me. “Hey! How was your day, did you—”
Her voice trailed off as she noticed my screen.
“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing at the shirtless dude on my screen.
“Not who he claims to be, I’m sure,” I said, turning to look over my shoulder at her. “I’m sure it’s a stock photo.”
She plopped down on the couch next to me, reaching over and scrolling down. “Is this another sex advice site?” She studied it as she scanned the page. “It seems a lot like Mistress A’s.”
“It is,” I said, trying not to growl.
I needed to talk to someone about this. Syd was the obvious choice, but I had to do it a way that didn’t give my own secret up. I was still pretty upset though…upset enough that I wasn’t sure I could talk about it calmly.
Syd kept scrolling. “Ha! Alpha Answers. That’s kind of catchy.”
I took a deep breath. “I think Tips and Tits is more clever.”
“I like Mistress A a lot too, but I think having a male perspective is a good idea.” She paused as she read a couple of his posts, then took a moment to look at another pic of the faceless dude wrapped in some sheets. She had a real-life perfect dude with a face she could be looking at, so I wasn’t sure why she was so interested in this stupid faker. “I wonder if they’re working together. Seems like that would be a good partnership.”
I pursed my lips and tried to calm down. “If they’re not, I bet Mistress A is pissed that someone stole her idea.”
Syd shrugged. “I bet she’s not. She seems pretty open to all things sexual, and would probably welcome a male point of view. I’ve only scanned a couple of his posts, but he seems to know what he’s talking about. They should work together if they’re not. They both seem to have the same goals.”
That was a cute way to look at it. Like a Mistress and Master who were both alphas in their own rights could manage to be friends and not kill each other, let alone collaborate and work together. It was a ridiculous suggestion—by every person who had suggested it, and so far there were many.
“I’m curious to see where this goes,” Syd said.
“What do you mean?”
“They’re going to have to address the situation. Tell people if they’re working together or not.”
I’d been so caught up in my anger that I hadn’t considered the next steps, or addressing the rumors. People were already speculating: the students I’d heard earlier, and now even my best friend. Every one of them was making the connection between Mistress A and Master Z. I wrinkled my nose, annoyed I was going to have to make a statement of some sort and deal with this. I hated that he’d taken my idea and basically just written it from a guy’s perspective. I hated coattail riders. But I couldn’t stop him from doing it, so it was better to deal with it and move forward. Maybe acknowledging the situation would help us cross-promote and get other readers.
Syd stood and started up the stairs to her room. “I wish I could stay and read more, but I have a date with Jax tonight. Maybe I’ll tell him about the snow post.” She flashed me a conspiratorial grin.
“Make sure you use clean snow,” I mumbled. Syd gave me a funny look, like a germ freak would use anything but the cleanest of flakes.
“I’d be surprised if there’s anything Master Z knows that Jackson West doesn’t,” I added, my eyes back on the laptop.
“I don’t know about that. We tried the popping candy blow job suggestion from Mistress A. Jax was a fan.”
I laughed, glad Syd and Jax were benefiting from Mistress A as well. “I imagine most guys would be. And really, guys aren’t the difficult ones to please. I hope men
are reading Mistress A and learning things. All women deserve a partner who understands how to satisfy them.”
Syd eyed me for a few seconds. I knew that look…it was one she used when she was trying to figure something out. I quickly ran over everything I’d said, picking it apart. I’d used innocuous, general statements that anyone could have made. “I couldn’t agree more,” Syd said. “Speaking of that, Cade mentioned that he enjoyed seeing you the other night.”
My head shot up. “When did he say that?”
“After class today.”
My heart started fluttering and my thoughts were all over the place. He’d asked about me? Again?
Syd started to laugh. “You look like someone just caught you eating an entire cake.”
I made a face. “That’s ridiculous. You know I don’t eat cake.”
“But if you did, and someone caught you, you’d look like you do right now. Abstract horror.”
I lifted a shoulder, seeing no reason to lie to Syd about my feelings. “Because I think he’s hot, and he’s not like most guys I’ve dated.”
“Meaning he’s not someone you want to just hook up with and never see again,” she said. It was part statement, part question.
“That, and I’m not sure what he wants. If we both only wanted sex, it would be one thing, but I can’t get a read on his intentions.”
Her brows went up. “I think that’s a sign you need to get to know him better.”
I frowned. “That’s way out of my comfort zone.”
“You have other guy friends. How is it any different?”
I thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out what made Cade different from someone like Collin, or Jax, or any of my other friends with penises. Maybe it was the attraction, or the mystery. My mind wandered back to the first time I’d seen him and my body reacted immediately. I squirmed in my seat and tried to make it look like I was only adjusting and not trying to reposition the seam in my jeans. “I’m not sure…it just is.”
Syd shook her head. “Well, you’re going to have to figure it out eventually.”
I lifted a shoulder. “Maybe I won’t. I can pretend we never met.”
She started to laugh and through her giggles said, “Oh Brynn, you don’t know Cade at all. He’s interested in you. He’s not going to give up that easily.”
I pressed my lips together in part worry, part anticipation. Syd climbed the stairs still chuckling, and a ball of nerves formed in my stomach. I was kind of looking forward to the chase.
Tips and Tits: The Word from Mistress A
Clitor-what???
One stormy night, I was hanging out with some friends in their college dorm. They lived on a floor with forty girls. Of these forty girls, none of them were aware of an essential part of their own anatomy: the clitoris. This revelation came when one of the girls obtained a copy of Penthouse Letters and everyone sat around the dorm’s living area, reading stories and being scandalized. When one of the first stories mentioned a clit, all of the girls started murmuring questions about what exactly it was. I’m chalking this misinformed travesty up to a serious lack of sex education in schools—damn abstinence only education helps no one—and parenting fails, because all things regarding sex, pleasure, and the human experience should have been explained in both school and at home. Men should have a clit course because it’s a big part of giving their partner pleasure. Women should have one because it’s a part of their bodies, and a big part of giving themselves pleasure. The clitoris is the equivalent of the head of the penis, only with WAY more nerve endings. While there are different types of orgasms, penetration orgasms are harder for many women to reach. However, with a little stimulation, clitoral orgasms can happen much more often, and can be done apart from, or at the same time as penetration. Your partner should know what they’re doing in this area. If they don’t, feel free to take matters into your own hands, literally. Every woman is different when it comes to the clitoris, so take some time and find out what you or your partner like the most. I’m sure your partner will be happy to assist your research. If they’re not, they don’t deserve access to your panties.
* * *
A Special Word from Mistress A
It has come to my attention that a certain male blogger (I’m assuming he’s male since he’s calling himself ‘Master’, but I really have no idea) has taken it upon himself to copy my blog, and dole out carnal advice of his own. Imitation is the best form of flattery, and I certainly don’t mind a little healthy competition. I think the more places readers are getting informed, the better. Everyone has different experiences and things to offer—just like during sex—and a male perspective (assuming this ‘Master’ is actually in possession of a penis), could give you useful information. But I’ve heard inaccurate speculation that I might be working with this particular “Alpha” to bring you content. I’ve even had people suggest we’re in a relationship in real life. Let me be perfectly clear: I have no problem with multiple partners when it comes to sex, but when it comes to business, I have none. Mistress A is her own woman, and I love doing things solo.
The school library was crowded and it had taken guerilla tactics to obtain a quiet space alone. I’d waited outside the line of rooms, wandering by every five minutes, eyeing the windows as I passed for signs of someone getting ready to vacate. My ministrations had paid off, and I’d finally gotten a quiet area to do some work.
I was researching sexual deviants, and what exactly defined a deviant. Was someone who liked to be spanked a deviant? What if they liked to be spanked with a kitchen spatula while wearing a tutu and singing 80s rock? What were the levels of social acceptance in a society where sex was so readily available? From a scholarly perspective, I found it fascinating. The lines were blurry at best, and as a potential therapist, I felt like it should be a question of where those lines resided for each particular person.
As for me, I’d try just about anything once with a willing, adult partner. I liked sex to be exciting, and surprising. Considering my history, surprise was difficult to come by. It was well-established that I liked to be in charge…also a result of my past.
Syd had texted about thirty minutes ago saying she was going to The Grind if I wanted to meet her there. I’d been working for hours and could use the break, and some Syd time. I just needed to get to a good stopping point. I was taking some notes when I heard the door to my study space open. I startled at the noise and looked up to see Collin saunter in with a sucker in his mouth. He sat next to me, leaning back in the chair and into me so his shoulder was almost touching mine. He propped his foot up on the edge of the table. “Hey, hot stuff.”
I laughed, gesturing to his foot. “Make yourself comfortable.”
He pulled the sucker out of his mouth with a pop. “I’d be more comfortable if you were naked.”
“Me too,” I agreed. “I hate pants.”
He put the sucker back in his mouth, the bump visible behind his cheek, and clapped his hands together. “Great! Let’s take care of that.” He moved toward me.
I giggled as I pushed him off. “You’re ridiculous. Do you know how many people are walking by, checking out these rooms and trying to commandeer one? Everyone would see us.”
He gave me a look. “You’ve never been shy before.”
It was true; I wasn’t above public sex. There was a danger factor to it that made the sex even more mind-blowing. But I still tried to be cognizant of where I was and the percentage of risk that we’d be caught. “I’m not shy, but I also don’t want to get kicked out of school…or my study space.”
His eyes flashed, his devious intentions almost visible. “I could make it worth it.”
I grinned. “I don’t doubt you could. And I’d enjoy it at the time, then regret it later.”
He made a dissatisfied noise, rolling the sucker around in his mouth. It smelled like cherries and spun sugar, and had turned his lips a shade of bright red.
“Does that have gum in it?” I asked.
I rolled my eyes. Everything was innuendo with Collin. It was one of the things I loved about him though, and why he made such a good hook up buddy.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He leaned back on the chair again. “Looking for a room to work in. My roommate is busy in ours, and I need to get this paper on macroeconomics done before my date tonight.”
“Hot girl?” I asked. It was a redundant question. He was Collin, and it was a girl, of course she was hot.
He smiled. “The hottest.”
“Someone from school?”
He nodded. “You probably know her. Alison. She’s on the dance team.”
I paused and then turned sideways, giving him a considering look. I did know Alison. Most people on campus did. She had autism, and was one of the sweetest girls I’d ever met. Her parents had been reluctant to let her go to college on her own, but the campus had rallied around her and she’d become everyone’s little sister. I had no idea Collin had any sort of friendship with her. “I do. I didn’t know you knew her well.”
“We go out sometimes,” he said, taking another drag on his sucker. “We’re buds.”
Occasionally, Collin let his playboy façade drop, and people could get a glimpse of the real man. He was smart, strong, and had more character than the majority of men I’d ever met. This was one of those times. “That’s really cool of you. I’m glad, Collin. You’re an exceptional human.”
He sat up, putting his elbows on the table. “You’re going to give me an ego.”
I smiled. “In this case, you deserve it.” I started packing my stuff into my bag. “I have to leave to meet Syd, so you can have my room.”
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