Anonymous asked:
Flattering as that is, you’re anonymous. All I see is a Guy Fawkes mask. ;)
I always private reply to any Ask from real people. I recommend trying that first, pup.
Anonymous asked:
Flattering as that is, you’re anonymous. All I see is a Guy Fawkes mask. ;)
I always private reply to any Ask from real people. I recommend trying that first, pup.
I’m going to bow down for a bit from my usual IMing and messaging online. I’m getting overwhelmed by the volume of people who want to chat with me and I’m too nice to tell those that I am not remotely interested in talking to that I am not remotely interested in talking to them. So all of you get to suffer. ;)
Sorry. Feeling very stressed and depressed so I’m shutting down my perceived sources of this.
Anonymous asked:
Thanks for your input and your praise :D I appreciate it!
I love climax control. It is by far one of my top kinks. Nothing gets a boy’s attention more than denying them something as simple as sexual gratification. Suddenly they become very submissive and attentive - anything to get off ;)
Anonymous asked:
And an owner. Triple grats are in order.
Some of you may recall my old old pic of three guys at a milking facility. I hate that picture but the world seemed to love it more than any of my previous work XD
I’m thinking of revisiting this pic and re-imagining it. Maybe as a series of pics at the factory.
What I need is a good name for a milking factory (preferably a subtle pun, 2-3 words). The reason for the collection (preferably nonsensical but not silly XD).
May do a couple different milking stations and victims… We’ll see how this pans out. XD
Hey, did you know my fans are quite brilliant people?
Much love to you all. Thanks for the support. <3
Anonymous asked:
What’s really funny is the episode was caused by seeing a doctor about ADHD meds. I cycled through a couple different types and they resulted in wildly magnifying all of my symptoms. So I decided that dealing with crazy ADHD stuff was better than dealing with the meds.
I’m doing better overall now. Still having a few iffy days, but I’m not suicidal or catatonic like I had been :p So that’s good.
I shouldn’t be admitting to being human like this. Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.
Anonymous asked:
I’m not quite sure what happened to her. I ought to follow up ;) Need some more of that orgasmic shrimp O_O
I know what happened to me. Final semester of college, new job(s), increased anxiety attacks, really bad depression, and a month long freak-out :p Lost my apartment, had to move back in with parents.
Hopefully things are stabilizing.
The voices of the bar’s patrons carried through the closed curtains. He felt so exposed - so stupid. The fact that no one could see him yet was of no consolation to Maddie.
The microphone stand awaited him, riveted to the floor with a large metal ring midway up its length. The top was crested with one of those classy 1920’s microphones. But Maddie did not feel classy. He felt like a tramp.
No matter how much he fiddled with the hem of his dress it refused to cover anything. Thankfully the pair of panties he wore was sufficient to leave him some small measure of dignity.
His owner loomed over him. Even in this idiotically tall heels Maddie was shorter than the man. “Show time, missy.” He intoned smuggly. God he hated how the man taunted him. When he couldn’t feel any lower, his Master found a way to push him down more.
Slowly the house lights dimmed and left the gritty bar in darkness. One by one the stage lights came on: pink, turquoise, purple. The curtains parted, displaying the microphone.
Taking Maddie by a fist full of hair, his Owner walked out onto stage. Given no real choice in the matter, Maddie followed, whimpering and shaking in terror. The heels made him take tiny, awkward steps, constantly teetering on the verge of falling. A few mocking applause echoed through the bar, but the most prominent noise was the laughter and chuckles of the crowd.
“Ms Maddie is going to sing us a few songs.” His Master announced with a condescending gesture before chaining Maddie’s wrists to the microphone stand.
Maddie clung to the stand for dear life, his breath caught in his chest, his knees threatening to give way. Would he remember the words? Would he just stand here and look stupid?
He felt the familiar hands on his hips and the strange sound of cutting. It was far too late when he realized that the man had just cut away his panties, his last shred of decency Maddie instantly went hard to the laughter and derision of the audience.
But it did not end there. He could only squeak loudly as a vibrator was slipped between his cheeks and activated.
Yea… He wasn’t going to remember any of the lyrics. Just stand there and moan and whimper like a slut.
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Oh damn. I forgot to draw on a collar. Shame on me… Sorry. I’m not going back to change it. :S DEAL WITH IT.
Long story this time. I was in the mood. Pic is also really tall so I had to shrink it some. If people want the giant version I can probably find a way to share that.
A fan recently asked for a pic of Prescott sans bondage. I was in a fashionable mood so I made it happen.
For those that don’t remember, Prescott appeared in my Stay off the Lawn series a few months back. There are still a few more pics in that series left to draw, but I’m taking my time apparently.
In the meanwhile, enjoy.
Also, this is my first attempt at foreskin. :O The scandal.