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Anonymous asked:
You did a bit of pony play art a long time back. Ever thought of giving that another go?
I really want to do a new pony play pic. I really want to do a couple that are just experiments with outfits. A carriage-pulling race. And a picture of the stables.
But I’m still out of commission as far as drawing goes. My new laptop should be arriving this week and I’ve found a desk that I think will work. Another gracious fan has donated a tablet for me to use.
The stars are aligning for me to be able to do new pieces.
Anonymous asked:
Full nudity only. All clothes off. Show every curve and muscle and fat. For some reason keeping any clothes on feels like a job part done.I love skin. Especially in D/s. Clothing is for people after all." I am quite the opposite, it is the clothes/gear I love. Especially stories that describe the sub actually being put into the gear or dressed in a costume/outfit.
Differing opinions on the internet! Not allowed! :p
Anonymous asked:
Is there anyplace on the web that I can find some background information on this "dog show" concept?
Nope. Not really. Just what is posted in my work.
The Dog Show was just a method for me to draw when I didn’t want to do big pieces, to experiment with faces different than my usual, to practice, and to occasionally draw friends.
Beyond that, it never developed much. Only a few of the faces actually evolved into full drawings.
I feel wonderfully sorry for the hobbits already…. *evil grins*
I kind of want to draw a hobbit now…
After discussion with friends, “The Sexploitative Adventures of Mister X in Middle Earth” needs to be a thing.
National Novel Writing Month. I won’t even try writing a novel length porn…
I can’t manage a few chapters of what I post here XD
So I just ran into the real life version of Prescott. Beanie and everything.
And no, I did not drag him back to my office for some private time. I exercised great restraint.
Not that kind of restraint.
Darryl’s face burnt under the sharp jabbing of the ink gun. Terror clutched his heart tightly, made him short of breath. Heavy straps held his naked body immobile to a cold metal gurney.
The big man bit his lower lip in concentration. No words had been spoken since Darryl came to in the strange room with its carnival decorations and bright colors. He’d been unable to take his eyes off a pair of uncanny clown dolls standing in the corner.
Unable to, until the big man stepped over him with a tattoo gun and set to work on his face. Darryl screamed. He attempted to flail about, to escape or prevent whatever this man was doing to him.
Finally a lull in the torture.
Darryl did not recall how he got here. Or any of the night before. “Please!” He whimpered. “Please let me go. Please stop! What do you want from me?”
“Clowns are funny. That wasn’t very funny.” The man grimaced and pushed a button on a small remote. Darryl felt an incredible jab of pain around his neck and crotch, muscles spasmed out of control, and his eyes rolled back in pain.
“Those are shock collars.” He said. “I’d better see you smiling and joking it up. Clowns are funny.”
“W…Wha?” Darryl was very confused but also incredibly in pain.
“You. I’m making you into a clown. You’ll perform at the circus. And you’ll do a good job of it too. Because no one will want you like this. We’re all you have.
Well, the alternative is that its sounds from my basement where dozens of nubile boys are kept in darkness and chains with little hope of escape and a certainty of being further abused. ;)