I have this weird urge/temptation to go pro-domme and get guys to support my gaming habit... Kiteh needs a new PC and Borderlands 2 on max settings...

Still not dead yet.... still haven't hit the lottery yet either... sigh.

What to talk about, what to talk about? I could fangirl over something or write something horridly hipster (urgh, let's not).

Work? meh... Family? Still in the planning stages for one of my own.... H Games? Sure, we can talk about those...

So two free to play flash games that I personally love. For those of you who go to 4chan, these games are super popular in the /d/ boards.

First is Corruption of Champions

, a whimsical game where you the hero are whisked away to the demon lands to save the world, a quest where there is no return and everything wants to get in your pants. It's a text based game, so all you old school MUD lovers can get your groove on. The gameplay is simple, almost irritatingly so with your inventory, but your character can go from a normal human to a demonic cat girl/boy with two sets of huge ass tits, a gaping vagina, and a monster futa cock. I've sunk hours into it.

Second is Slave Maker 3

and the game is pretty much what the title says. You live in a fantasy world, in a country whose main economic force is the training and selling of sex slaves. If you are an anime fan, you will recognize most of the slaves you get to train. Training takes place at day and night, but you have to get the slave's trust and obedience first before she'll let you do anything to her. It's based off the old Japanese game Princess Maker, and the graphics are about on par. Very very simple animation effects and most of the graphics are just various hentai images with a description to the side. Multiple endings, futas, tentacles, pony girls, furries, this game has it all.

Both are good and are highly recommended by myself

Yay, Pokemon... the original 151, who remember that?

Going to push until 5AM before going to bed so my 6PM to 630AM shift won't be so bad later tonight. It's only 10 minutes, but gods they will be the longest 10 minutes ever!

Trying to write a good femdom story and trying to decide if I should write it from the female's perspective or the male's. I wonder which would be the more interesting story.

Or I could get really crazy and write the scene from both perspectives.... whew, LadyS, we're breaking conventions here! < /sarcasm >

After having horrid writer's block for the last six or so months, I realized why I was having such problems writing.

See, I believe that there is a magical and mystical connection that happens when a writer holds a writing instrument and puts it to paper. That synergy flows from brain to paper to eye and helps grease the wheels of creativity. This applies for art too.

My best art and stories all have original drafts on paper, in notebooks sitting on my shelves. When sitting at a computer, staring at a blank word document, I come up with nothing. With paper though, ah...

It's official, my muse is a technophobe.

Oh, hello there again, internet. So nice to see you again....

Had an awful experience last night. Someone claiming to be a family member saw some risque pics of me on a site and refuses to tell me who they are. It wouldn't be so bad except they knew my name, my fiance's name and apparent got super aroused by the pics.

But it could be a friend trolling me. I don't know. I'm fairly certain my immediate male family members aren't down for the incest thing and would be more shocked and grossed out than aroused. It's hard to narrow down who it could be.

They just better hope I never find out, because it'll be a one way trip to the ER if no one stops me.

Work tonight until the morning... le sigh

Who's the biggest slacker in the world? Me, I am!

Gods above, just one more day before my 'weekend' starts. I need to draw some art work for an online community and proofread a fanfic.

I've lost my cow, I've lost my cow, I have no need for your bull now...

Until they kick us out, until they kick us out, until they kick us out, PEOPLE MOVE YOUR FEET!

After a hard day at work slinging parts, nothing beats a supreme pizza (hold the onions!) and a glass of Jägermeister and cherry Dr. Pepper. Humm, well maybe some d3, slaying the minions of Diablo as well.

The worst thing about being creative is when you get writer's/artist's block. I feel the urge and drive to create, but I sit in front of my paper or my computer and I draw a blank... Best thing is to just push through... but then I get distracted. NaNo was a failure this year... again.

Bleagh, why me?

Loving Your Enemy - Erotica

Part of my March Self Challenge to write more!

In the well lit street of the Nando clan's district, Miya quietly walked, trying to not draw attention to herself. When people passed close, she resisted the urge to pull the brim of her hat lower over her features. The drinking house she was looking for wasn't in a bad neighborhood exactly, but it would be very bad for her as one of the top retainers for the Handao clan to be caught in these streets.

But the rules were the rules, and this time around she had to bow to his demands. She could only hope that no one would recognize Shirato Miya in these streets.

She had dressed herself in the garb of a poor wandering swordsman and the doorman to Daiyuke's gave her a suspecting but steady gaze. “Leave your weapon here. Don't cause any trouble or you'll find yourself regretting it.”

She pitched her voice low and replied “No problem, I wasn't even here” as she handed him her sword and a silver piece.

The man made the coin disappear into his sleeves and handed her a chit for her sword. “Have fun.”

Drinking houses did more than provide a place for warriors to relax, drink, and enjoy some entertainment. They offered rooms for clandestine meetings as well.

She got a cup of shoichi and carefully sipped it down. She didn't see him in the common area and tried to steady her nerves with a second cup. Warriors of the Nando clan filled the room and she prayed that she wouldn't be found out.

A third cup of shoichi appeared in front of her with a slip of paper folded underneath it. She drank the cup in one shot and casually opened the paper. It read “Room 2”.

She stood and made her way towards the staircase. As quickly as she could, she walked up the stairs and to the door marked with 'two'. She knocked on the door, twice then a pause, then three times.

The door opened just enough for a hand to shoot out and drag her into the room. She only had a moment to see that the room contained only a pallet and a chair before she was thrown to the floor.

“What have we here? A Handao?” purred his voice. Miya looked up at Tamura Saiken, retainer of the Nando clan. He had already loosened his robes into a casual fit, his hair loose around his ears. She blushed, but didn't answer. He towered over her, ropes in hand. “And a high ranked one too... spying I'm sure.”

She couldn't move before he was on her, wrapping her arms and torso in the rope until she couldn't move. She mentally was aware that not a single knot had been tied, but there was no give in the bindings and she shivered in anticipation. “What... what are you going to do with me?” she asked with a quaver in her voice.

Saiken smirked. “First, we're going to make sure you aren't hiding anything.”

Somehow, he managed to pull at her clothing underneath the ropes, exposing her bound chest. Pulling out a small blade, he cut the cloth and exposed her chest. “No!” She cried out, struggling against the rope.

“Quiet, spy,” he hissed. He ran his hands over her body, inch by inch. He loosened her pants and pulled them down to her knees. She cried out in shame and desire as his hands ghosted over her now throbbing sex. She tried to squirm away from his hands, but he wouldn't be stopped. “Oh no, we're not done checking for weapons yet.”

He flipped her over to kneel, knees spread wide, on the pallet and pushed her face into the low quality fabric. Her nipples brushed against the rough fabric as he yanked her undercloth off her. Saiken ran his fingers over her exposed core and Miya cried out “Gods, no!” just before he thrust his fingers into her.

“Oh yes,” he mocked her as he wiggled his fingers in her, “Who knows where a crafty spy might hid a weapon.” It was humiliating and arousing at the same time and Miya had to bury her face in the foul smelling bedding to muffle a moan. “Well, that checks out,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out, “one more spot to check.”

“Huh?” was all she got out before she felt a finger press against the puckered flesh of her ass. “No! Oh gods, please no!” she begged, struggling against the rope even harder than before.

A sharp crack and pain blossomed across her upturned buttocks. She screamed and he commanded “Hold still, wench, or I'll make this worse than it has to be.” She sobbed in shame, tears running down her face as he slowly wiggled a finger, then two into her ass. “Well then, I don't feel anything in here.” He kept softly thrusting his fingers into her ass and her tears changed to soft gasps of pleasure.

“Whatever shall we do with you now? There's a whole room of Nando warriors downstairs that would love to help me interrogate such a wanton little whore of a Handao...”

“Oh... please, no,” Miya begged, suddenly shaking in fear instead of desire.

He chuckled behind her and replied, “Are you going to be honest with me and answer all my questions?” She nodded brokenly and he pulled his fingers out of her. “Then beg for it...” He moved behind her and there was the creaking of the chair. She turned her head to confirm that he was sitting. His erect manhood was exposed and he was looking at her expectantly. “Come on then, don't keep me waiting... I can still get some of my clansmen up here.”

She managed to crawl over to the chair, her pants still around her knees, and took him into her mouth. The flesh was salty with sweat and she nearly choked at the taste. “That's right, wench, do it well or I'll throw you downstairs. It'll be all over the capitol tomorrow; Shirato Miya servicing the men of her Lord's enemy like a copper whore.”

She closed her eyes and focused on her task, bobbing her head up and down, running her tongue along the underside of his throbbing member, moaning as she took his entire length into her mouth. “Very good...” He hissed, running his hands through her hair. “Are you sure you're a swordsman and not an evening flower?”

She shivered at his comment and rubbed her legs together as she pleasured him, her arousal becoming more than she could ignore. She whimpered and moaned as she moved her head faster.

“Alright,” came her captor's voice, breathy above her, “you've convinced me. No need to share such a find with others.”

She paused and panted, her vision nearly blurred with how incredibly turned on she was. “Saiken...”

He cleared his throat and said “Oh no, my little spy, you will address me as 'my lord' or not at all.”

“My lord,” she repeated, shivering. “Please, my lord...”

“Please what?” He asked.

She lowered her eyes and said, “Please, my lord, I'll do whatever you want... please, give it to me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Please give you what?”

She glanced up with a glare, but blushed and said, “Please, my lord, I want you to fuck me.”

Saiken smirked and reached down to grab the rope that ran between her breasts. He lifted her up and turned her around so she faced away from him, sitting on his lap. His hardness pressed against her ass and she squirmed up against it. “Now then, Handao whore,” he whispered, “Why are you here to spy on me?” And with that, he lifted her up and down onto his hardness.

She gasped and moaned as he guided her hips up and down, making her ride him. “I... you... oh gods,” she gasped, “You're the tahhhn... top retainer of the Hannnhdo clan... . You... ohh gods, you have the ear of the clan lord... .”

“Thought you could get some information out of me?” he hissed from behind her, reaching up to pinch her nipples roughly.

“Ye, yes!” she moaned in pleasure, feeling her body tense.

He lifted her off him and pushed her forward to kneel on the pallet again. She gasped in surprise as he shoved her undercloth in her mouth and said “Fine, I don't want to hear another word from you, wench. You're my bitch now, understand?”

Miya nodded vigorously and moaned as his hands ghosted down her body to her hips. He grabbed her firmly and impaled her, pushing all the way in until he was tight against her. The cloth in her mouth was thick with her own scent and it wasn't long before she felt the rush of sensation that heralded her climax.

She didn't quite scream when she came, but the cry was close enough, even muffled as it was. Certainly the rooms next to them could still hear what was going on. Saiken didn't stop, his own breathing even but labored, pushing her hard into the pallet. She moaned, her body tightening around him, as she was pushed higher and higher to an even greater height.

Saiken shuddered and panted, whispering in her ear, “That's right, tighten up, bitch. I'm going to come in you, let you explain to your clan how you let a Nando father your bastard child... .”

She flinched in shock, spat the cloth out and begged, “No... please don't, my lord,” her voice weak and distant.

Saiken didn't answer except to grind his body even harder into hers. She gasped and the pleasure overwhelmed her senses, causing her to peak. With a sharp exhalation, Saiken thrust one final time and came.

They both didn't move for a moment, panting heavily until Saiken pulled out. Lazily, he began to unwrap Miya free of the ropes and pulled her into his arms to lay on the pallet. “How was that, Miya?” he murmured sleepily into her neck.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled close. “Fantastic, lover....” she muttered. She playfully bit his ear gently. “You do realize that I'm going to have to top this... Maybe I'll have you sneak in to the Handao complex and I can catch you trespassing in my rooms and teach you a lesson...”

“Are you trying to get us both caught?” he mumbled

Miya chuckled. “Okay, okay... nothing that crazy then. Oh, I know! I have a pretty dress for you to wear and there's this quaint oiran house that Lord Handao absolutely loves.”

“Miya!”

She fully laughed this time and replied, “You know the rules, lover mine. Next time, you're mine.”

Watch for my self challenge, 31 Erotic Stories for March, starting tomorrow! Suggestions are welcome, provided I can stomach them.

So yeah, I don't journal well... so have some wank material/erotica instead! Set in my Aumverse, setting and characters are my own. All characters involved in the sexiness are at least 18 years of age and any resemblance to any person living or fictional is purely coincidental.

It Starts With Shoes

They had first met at a fashion expo out on the planet of Kyeth, specifically in the shoe area. Her boss, the world renowned Olia, had assigned Anilea and a co-worker to her shoe line display. They were deeply engrossed in a detailed conversation about shoe leather when she interrupted.

“Excuse me,” came the cheerful voice of a woman behind them, “can I ask you two ladies a question?”

They both looked up, and saw a bright faced woman with brown hair in tight curls. She was average in height and dressed in a very sensible but not unfashionable dark gray suit. She wasn't a great beauty in comparison to the models used in the industry, but she had a presence that demanded and held Anilea's attention. “Yes ma'am, what can we help you with?” her co-worker asked as Anilea just stared.

“Your display has very nice heeled boot that I just absolutely adore, and I wanted to see if you had a size that could accommodate me.”

Anilea's co-worker struggled to not make a face and Anilea jumped in to save her podophobic co-worker. “Absolutely, ma'am,” Anilea replied, “Right this way.”

She lead the woman to a curtained off area where there was a chair and foot rest. “I'm Anilea Kannings,” she introduced herself as the woman took her seat like it was a throne. Anilea had to restrain herself from looking down shyly. “Would you like me to measure your feet or is there a standard size that you wear?”

The woman looked at her with a sly smile and Anilea suddenly had nervous butterflies the size of pit bulls in her stomach. “I'm afraid that due to my... unusual foot shape, I don't quite have a regular size.”

“Well, then, if I may...”

The woman smiled again and put her feet on the rest. “Please, do.”

Anilea froze for a moment awkwardly. The woman wore cute ankle boots with a zipper running the length of the shoe that screamed 'designer and custom-made' and made no move to take them off herself. At the other woman's expectant look though, she shifted nervously and leaned over to carefully unzip each shoe and gently remove them from the other woman's feet. She had to remind herself to breath as the tension in the air grew thick and she felt her pulse race.

The woman's feet were still in silk stockings, but Anilea could see the difficulties with her foot shape already. Her feet were flat and much wider that they should be for their length. Athletic shoes and the such wouldn't be a problem, they were made so the foot could flex during rigorous activity, but for more formal wear, the lady would either have to pinch her feet or wear shoes that were too long for her.

“I will still see if we can find a pair of those boots for you, ma'am,” Anilea said as she measured the woman's feet, heart in her throat, “but it's very likely we may have to make them custom for you. Which ones were you looking at?”

The woman nodded. “The ones with the black lilies next to them.”

Anilea smiled and inwardly heaved a huge sigh of relief. The boot in question were designed with an aggressive voice and had more room that the usual pair of boots. “I'll be right back.”

She went to the stock area where the extras of each style were at and had to take a deep shuddering breath as the tension in her shoulders relaxed. This woman was intense and she couldn't help but wonder if there were some underlying current she was missing. How many people after all let someone else remove their shoes?

There was only one other set of the boots in question and Anilea sighed in relief once she read the notations on the size. Taking a deep breath, she walked back to the lady.

The woman smiled, but didn't say anything, just wiggled her toes. Anilea gulped as the tension went right back to where it had been. “Shall I help you into them, ma'am?”

The woman grinned and nodded. Anilea felt like a mouse in a cage, being watched by a very interested cat.

She had to run her hands over the woman's feet to smooth out the stockings and she could almost sense the woman's grin getting even wider. “Sorry...” she muttered hoarsely.

“It's quite all right...” came back the woman in a purr.

She pulled the left boot on slowly, her heart racing. Fingers trembling, she adjusted the laces until the boot was on and hugged the woman's leg. “That's not to tight, ma'am?” she whispered.

“Just right,” the woman replied.

Anilea flexed her fingers before starting on the second boot. This time, it seemed to take even longer to smooth the shoe leather over the woman's feet and lace the boot up. She looked up and meet the woman's eye accidentally. This time, she did blush and looked away at the heated interest that she saw there.

Once the boots were on, the woman stood and strode quickly around the sectioned off area. “Very nice,” she casually commented, “They seem to fit very well.” She sat down again and said “I'll take them. Box them up for me.”

Anilea felt like she lost her voice and nodded. She carefully took the boots off, her fingers fumbling at the laces. She muttered that she would be back and went to get a box.

When she returned, the woman had already put her own shoes back on and was casually talking with her co-worker. She smiled slightly when she saw Anilea and said to her co-worker, “If you can go ahead and process this for me, I have a busy day.”

Her co-worker nodded and took the woman's account information. Anilea stood there, trying to think of anything to break the awkward silence. After her co-worker returned with the receipt for the transaction, the woman turned to her. “I appreciate your assistance. If you're ever free, call me, we'll do lunch.” She handed her a white business card and took the box. “I expect to hear from you.”

She walked away, leaving Anilea there with the business card. Anilea looked at the card, which read: Liany de Arranab – Magitech Engineer and Inventor. She blushed and wondered how long she could hold out before she called the woman.

In her home office, Liany twirled a pen around her fingers, using a bit of magic to make it stick slightly to skin. She was distracted and knew it, but for once, she didn't mind. Her projects were ahead of schedule and the distraction was very pleasant.

Her brief run through the Kalith Fahion Expo had been very satisfactory, and not so much because of the boots she had found.

No, her distraction was due to the woman with blue hair and eyes that helped her with those boots.

She had to bite her knuckle at the very memory of what happened. She hadn't intended to make the young woman take off her shoes, it being very rude to expect that kind of service from anyone who didn't know what was going on, but it had just happened. And the young woman had gone along with it, no signs of revulsion or distaste. Plenty of signs otherwise though, signs showing that the young Anilea might hold depths that she didn't even realize.

She closed her eyes and mentally reviewed every detail she could remember, from the way that Anilea's fingers felt on her feet to the way Anilea blushed and looked away when their eyes meet. Her mind wandered from memories to fantasies as she imagined possible future encounters with the young woman.

She'd definitely wear those boots. They were knee high, black with dark gray trim, the heel about four inches long. They would go perfectly with a little black dress and her dark gray lace waist corset.

She wove a mental image of the young Anilea at her feet, not of the young worker helping her with new shoes, but of a scantily clad woman worshiping her feet and the rest of her body.

She would definitely encourage her to keep her hair long. The color was stunning and really did match her eyes. Liany could only imagine what she looked like naked, but that mental image involved salmon pink nipples that begged to be tormented and full plump pubic lips that bloomed like a flower.

She licked her lips and began to rub the pen she had been twirling softly along the outside of her panties. With a smile, she began to play out a scene in her head.

Anilea was wearing a collar, of course, one that was black, subtly tinted with blue, silver buckles and rings hanging down. Those salmon pink nipples were pierced and from each hanged a little bell that tinkled merrily when she moved or breathed. Her only other clothing were a set of leather cuffs that Liany had locked into place.

She approached Liany on her hands and knees, eyes properly lowered, and kissed the tops of her feet, murmuring softly “Mistress”. Liany felt a rush of excitement rush through her as her little pet looked up respectfully and half moaned half whispered, “Please, Mistress, use me however you want.”

Liany hooked a finger through one of those many rings and pulled her pet bodily around and over a low stool. Anilea let her, moaning and arching her body so her round rump was in the air, just begging to be punished. She was pleased with her pet's willingness (the pen forgotten and she was now running fingers over her silk panties) and smartly spanked that exposed flesh. Anilea moaned “Oh, thank you, Mistress!” over and over, accompanied by the tinkling of her nipple bells as her ass turned a rosy pink under Liany's hand.

“Such a good girl...” Liany purred as she basked in the helpless surrender offered to her. “Every time we play, I'm going to give a lovely glow to your ass cause it looks so pretty...”

Anilea moaned and sighed “Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress...”

Liany knew that she could spend hours on the beautiful sights and sounds of Anilea's ass being paddled and spanked. Maybe another time, as she turned her thoughts to other plans.

She pulled the woman off the stool by the collar again and sat on the edge of it. “Come on, pet, let's put that mouth to good use.” Anilea scrambled to kneel before her mistress and began to reach for the hem of her skirt. “No, not your hands, your mouth.” Liany commanded.

Anilea flushed and held her hands behind her as she leaned forward. Liany hadn't worn any panties for this and Anilea placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh and then on her nether lips. Delicately, she slid her tongue between the lips of her mistress (Fingers dipped under fabric and across skin) and Liany drew her breath sharply as Anilea skillfully pleasured her with tongue and lips. “Very nice, pet” she muttered with an approving grin.

Anilea moaned and doubled her efforts. Liany purred her pleasure with a soft rumbling sigh. She let her continue for a few more moments before pushing the other woman back. “On your hands and knees...”

Anilea flew to obey. Liany chuckled to herself as she situated a doubled ended strap-on (other hand sliding fingers into herself) and said, “Is my pet ready to get fucked?”

Anilea wiggled her ass and replied “Yes Mistress! Please fuck me!”

She lined the toy up with that rosy red ass, using the tip of it to tease Anilea until the woman whimpered and begged. “Please please, I wanna be fucked!”

Liany grinned and thrust with her hips, the movement causing Anilea to cry out in pleasure and Liany to shudder. Digging her nails into her pet's hips, Liany repeated the motion again and again (fingers rubbing over and over), revealing in the helpless, aroused noises coming from beneath her.

“Oh, oh, Mistress, can I come?” Anilea gasped beneath her.

“Better, cause I'm going to lock you in chastity until we play again.” Liany hissed, (her breath coming faster and faster) and Anilea whimpered.

She came, the orgasm crashing over her, but only a muffled gasp escaped Liany's lips as she shuddered. She opened her eyes to less interesting office around her, taking the last moments of her fantasy and tucking them safely away in the back of her mind for another day.

She languidly straitened herself up, and stretched out her limbs. Distraction was neatly taken care of, at least until later, and she could focus again on her latest magical circuit array project again, barring any other distractions. The plans were still in their folder, sitting expectantly on her desk.

She had just reached toward the folder when her plancom went off. Grumbling, she checked the number, but didn't immediately recognize it. “Hello?”

The view screen appeared and resolved itself into the image of a blushing young woman, with beautiful, long, blue hair. Liany grinned and sat back in her chair, distraction suddenly no longer taken care of.

Hey look! I'm not dead... just on hiatus... or something.

I've been wanting to actually practice (instead of reading about it) some shibari lately and take some artsy pics. It is said that sex sells and I'd rather make it as an erotic artist than not make it at all.