Spanking a pup, a wayward student or I dunno
Gyyyyy I wish you took commissions ;w; I would love to throw money at you~
*gets hit in the face with a penny*
“Does the money have to all be in small change?”
“Shut up and draw, bitch!”
Spanking a pup, a wayward student or I dunno
Gyyyyy I wish you took commissions ;w; I would love to throw money at you~
*gets hit in the face with a penny*
“Does the money have to all be in small change?”
“Shut up and draw, bitch!”
That’s pretty much all the framing I had in mind for each.
The one on the right would have a lot more implications of really dark non con.
“Sir, I really must insist that a pearl collar and cuffs are completely impractical…”
“Shut up, Tibs. Get the leash. I want to go for walkies.”
“Very good, Sir…”
Billy was just a normal high school teenager until one day he discovered he had … TENTACLE-PENIS. Now any time he is slightly aroused, the tentacles that sit where his cock should act of their own volition - raping and fucking anything in sight as Billy can only look on in horror.
While laid up recovering from surgery I have not been able to do any of the writing, reading, or drawing I’d have liked to. The pain meds just leave me an impassive vegetable :p But I do get occasional flashes of nifty story ideas. Some erotic, some not.
I’ve also been bouncing ideas with Ms M and Danaume regarding the virgin sacrifice and victorian sexting stories.
Lotta really cool ideas and a total inability to capitalize on them right now XD
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to...
I like the idea of the man and a woman “unintentionally” using the messenger as a proxy for each other. But I was thinking this morning about a pair of bachelors or married men with the same scenario. Eventually dressing the boy as a girl and taking him to parties and events to waylay suspicion.
Still doesn’t feel like enough material for a story, let along one that involves substantive kink elements.
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to perform what the text only hints at, used to relieve the sexual tension shared by the forbidden lovers.
“M'Lord… you… your fair lady… she… doth lift your stately robes… and… gulp taketh thine glorious member into her mouth… and… press to meet your… belly?! Please M'Lord… please no…”
Rapidly the boy services become a necessary part of their affair, a slave and a sex toy whose exposure would lead to the ruin of all.
Revisiting a similar topic to my Cut Off in His Prime stories from ages ago - a boy is cursed to feel what his friend feels. His friend feels nothing or a pale shadow of what he would actually sense.
Craving sensation, the friend indulges more and more audacious uses and abuses of his body, all the while the main character has to cope with unexpected pains, pleasures, and perversities during normal day to day existence.
Like a minotaur living in the center of his own maze, waiting for humans to be sent his way - the beast devours both girls and boys - Mister X lives at the heart of an apartment complex waiting for his supply of victims. They are sent to him by a variety of mob bosses, street dealers, and petty enforcers. Victims who need to be taught a lesson, children of nobs whose loyalty needs to be assured, or simply hapless folk who saw too much.
He’s a spider among men and this apartment block is his web.
And boy does he enjoy his role. He’s a man consumed by his work, who lives to do unmentionable things to the bodies of others. A bogeyman that keeps the plebs in line.
He does men, women, boys, girls. He has no predilection for a particular hair color or skin tone; he just needs to fulfill his inner need and fulfill it often. Seems like, set up as he is in comfortable digs, his food and supplies provided, and with fresh flesh sent to his door, that his world should be perfect. It’s an ideal setup for man of his ilk, low risk, lots of rewards.
Except there is one catch. And fuck if I know what that is. XD My elevator pitch failed.