To no one’s surprise, I have not written a single word this month XD
Busy dealing with apartment nonsense instead. New lair in the making.
Also pondering body painting. How to make it more erotic and kinky. Something for my Private Gallery series.
Jewell donned his gear hesitantly.
A red blush spread across his face. He felt awkward and uncertain under the eye of his owner. But at the same time, his throbbing arousal gave voice to just how much he enjoyed this.
First the ears went over his hair. Throb.
Then the wrist cuffs over each narrow wrist. Throb. Throb.
And collar, fastened in the front with a lock. Throb.
Lastly, the tail. His face was now a burning red as he turned his bum towards his master and bent over slightly, party his cheeks and pressing the plug against his rosebud. He gasped lewdly as he pushed it inward. Throb.
Still aroused. Still humiliated, he looked up expectantly at his owner and raised a coy eyebrow.
***
I appear to be on an ears and tail streak lately. I don’t feel bad about it. :p
Flash of inspiration in the wee hours of the morning last night.
I’m giving serious consideration to trying to achieve writing a novel this year. Alas, it will probably be pornographic and, at that many words, nonsensical.
Have to come up with something solid in the next 48 hours. O_O
Rubens on display at the Getty and my trip to see them has been cancelled. :I
Rick held his cellphone screen up in front of Kit’s face. The little counter showed less than thirty minutes left on the auction. Kit grimaced and tried to look away, tried to squirm away.
“Almost five hundred bucks,” He crowed.
“Damn.” snickered Cormac. “You’re going cheap. I thought he’d be worth more.”
“They’re just going to whore him out anyways. No sense spending a lot of money on a toy.”
Kit knew the pair of them from school. He’d seen them in the halls. Didn’t really know too much about them until, on the way home from classes, they’d offered him a lift.
When he’d awoke, his clothes were missing and in their place he was dressed in long white stockings. Not only that, his limbs were bound immobile.
Slowly the realization fell on him as the duo took photos of him with their cellphones and made snickering noises as they created his “profile.”
They were going to sell him!
***
I was really worried about this pic several times. It didn’t feel like it was coming together like I wanted. And, when it finally started to work, Photoshop crashed and tried to murder it.
Lotta work to develop the eSlavery site. XD Ended up feeling like real work, since I do that sort of thing professionally.
That moment when you’re about to put the final touches on a pic and you realize that the ctrl+s save shortcut has not been working. So you go to click save manually and the program crashes.