As a writer, writers block was one of the worst things that could happen to me.

Since my ex walked out, the city that I loved and had used for much inspiration for my writing had became stifling.

This spacious studio apartment now felt like the size of a shoebox.

And with my muse no longer here, writing seemed like one of the hardest things to do. Even though she was no longer here, everything reminded me of her. The bed where we shared lazy mornings, the unspeakable things we did on the breakfast counter and, good god if that shower could talk!

I Knew I was never going to be in the leagues of RR Martin, Martina Cole or even JK Rowling. My works were never going to hit the Times best sellers list, I knew that much. While I wrote mainly crime and action books, there was an underlying smutty theme. Femdom. It never over took the story, but it was there. In graphic detail. But I'd lost my inspiration, my muse...my Domme.

But the work I did put out, sold. Sold well enough to provide a pretty comfortable lifestyle. Well enough in fact for me to pack up and move to somewhere quieter. Somewhere that I could hope to barge through this writers block of mine and get words flowing again.

I needed a clean break, a fresh start. I needed time on my own again, to find myself as a person again and as a writer. A writer who doesn't write isn't going to sell many books now, is he?

So, I moved somewhere polar opposite of the city. A quiet little, picturesque mountain town. In a town like this where everyone knew everyone's business, I doubted that many of the men, or women for that matter, would be so open about reading my work. It's not like I used my real name anyway, a pen name was always a bonus when smut was involved in a story. So for the time being, as long as I'd stay here, I'd just be known as a writer who kept himself to himself. Right?

Wrong.

There was one person who read my work in the secrecy of her room. One person who had even left incognito reviews around the place. You. To you, I was an escape. You had these underlying desires. This urge to act on your dominant fantasies, spurred on by my writing.

But even to you, I was unknown. You only knew me by my pen name.

How long until you find out who I am?

A slow burn Femdom prompt. Struggling writer moves from the city to a quiet town, meets a girl, unknowingly she's a huge fan. A short while dating, before they both reveal their secrets.

It's a little rough around the edges, but if you like it, let me know and we can hopefully write a story!!

Hope to hear from someone!