Captured Quinn #4

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

In part 3, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Now Quinn is going to have to find a way to help ‘Rudy’ re-relax.  But how??
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah 

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon. 

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

Captured Quinn #3

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Now, she’s become the plaything of the goblin minions. Despite her absolute obedience and subservience, they’re still tormenting her constantly for their own amusement.  Goblins are really such miserable little bastards, aren’t they?

Unfortunately, their leader ‘Rudy’ doesn’t find such amusement in the cries and pleas of humie women. Especially not when he’s in the middle of his favorite show!

If Quinn doesn’t find a way to keep herself quiet, she just might find herself on the wrong end of Rudy’s wrath.

And we wouldn’t want that, would we?  (yeah, yeah, I know that’s exactly what all you kinksters want!)

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon.  🙂

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

Dreaming of Druuna

Art by Alucard

Image and vignette at WordPress link

This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard.  Go check out his page!

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@AlucardsSpirit decided to put Agent Katie into a Druuna-like outfit and scene!  I love it!

Of course it got me thinking about how a scene like this might have come about… 

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I tossed and turned in my bunk.  The waking dream had felt so real.  Just like so many others the last several nights. 

Of course ‘night’ is relative when you’re in a windowless environment…it’s just another period marked by the digital clocks and calendars mounted on the walls.

In this last dream I was Druuna, one of my favorite damsels from those saucy old Italian graphic novels. I was alone, wandering the corridors of a derelict spacecraft, unsure of where I was, but with an acute sense there was unknown danger around me.

Also just like Druuna, I was barely clothed. To be honest, that wasn’t too unusual for me in my dreams OR my real life, but in this case I was wearing Druuna’s typical ragged cropped tee shirt and high-waisted thong panties. 

With all those specific details, the dream had felt so very, VERY real.

I’d found the bridge of the ship in my dream and had sent out an emergency SOS. Perhaps I’d be able to hide out somewhere until rescue could arrive. But it was quite unnerving that I found no sign of the former crew, and nothing amiss in the ship.  No signs of panic or emergency. 

That was when I heard the noises from the aft of the ship.  Noises that repeated, getting louder…and closer.

I began to run, trying to remember the parts of the ship I’d already explored.  Where had I seen those escape pods? I needed to get there, and fast!

Rounding a corner, I saw the red tentacles of some unseen beast slithering along the bulkhead wall toward me. I whirled and started running back the way I came, only to see more tentacles approaching from the last corridor I’d been in.

I was surrounded, trapped. There was no mistaking their intentions: they were coming for me.

I remember hoping that I would wake from my dream before I learned what had happened to the ship’s crew…or shared their fate.

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What do you think, everyone?

Has Agent Katie woken from a remarkably vivid dream? Is it possible she’s still dreaming?

Or…are her memories real? Not memories of a dream, but of something she’s not yet aware she actually experienced?

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from Alucard!

Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

Agent on Hold (pt 2)

Art by Alucard

Full image and vignette at WordPress link

Here’s part 2 of something a little different…this image and vignette follow on from the post ‘Agent in Waiting.’

But who is he, and why has he been watching her?  And why did it seem Agent Katie was trying to lure him?

Is this an undercover assignment?  Or simply an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour? 

Read the vignette below and make up your own mind!

(but I’m curious how you all interpret it!)

This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard.  Go check out his page!

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Perhaps I drifted off while reading my book, or got lost enjoying the saucy images within. Either way, I was so engrossed in the fantasies swirling in my mind that my vigilance lapsed.

I sensed his presence even before he revealed himself. A disturbance in the air of the room, a fleeting motion of shadow, a whisper of soft breath. A vague feeling something was different.

And then he was upon me, his weight pinning me down to the bed. A hand slipped over my mouth, while another gripped the wrist of my flailing arm. He was big, heavy, his grip strong. Even if I had any leverage I wouldn’t have been able to push him off or away.

“SHHH…” he said softly, a confident command with no overt threat. He waited a moment to see if I would obey before easing the pressure on my mouth. I gave a nod to signal my compliance. His weight shifted as his free hand moved to my mouth, a foam ball between his fingertips. 

“OPEN,” he commanded before removing his hand from my lips. As soon as I complied, he pressed the ball between my lips and tucked it behind my teeth. I clenched my jaw down to compress it, but the firm sphere expanded again to prop my jaw open.

While I was focused upon the foam between my teeth, a cloth fell over the outside of my mouth. The wide strip covered me from nose to chin when he pulled it back around my head. One hand flipped my loose hair up so the cloth could be knotted behind my neck underneath.

His weight shifted again as he slid down my back, allowing my shoulders to rise off the mattress though he still pinned my hips and legs down. I felt a gentle tap of his finger on each wrist. 

“BEHIND,” he commanded. His meaning was clear.  I placed both hands in the small of my back, palms together with thumbs pointed downward. I felt the all-too-familiar grip of thick rope enclose my wrists, double hitched to pull it snug, columns cinched by perpendicular strands. 

I anticipated a bite of pain from the tightening coils, but his skill was evident. I tested my bonds with slow twists and tugs and found them to be comfortable and secure. He didn’t admonish me for challenging my restraints; if anything, he seemed to expect it.

Only when we both knew that my arms were no longer mine to control did he lift his weight off my lower body. He laid his hands on my upper thighs and slid them down my legs with a hiss over my stockings. With the pressure of his fingertips alone he nudged my thighs, knees, calves and ankles into parallel so he could bind my ankles in the same way he’d secured my wrists.

After cinching several wraps of rope around my lower legs, he pulled the loose end upward until my heels touched my rear. He connected it to my wrists to pull them back into a tight hogtie.

I felt his fingers touching the insides of my forearms as he tucked the final knots away inside the columns of rope, keeping them safely out of the reach of my straining fingers.

Only moments ago I was resting comfortably on my bed alone. In a matter of minutes he had me bound, gagged, and at his mercy, helpless and vulnerable and completely in his control.

I hadn’t even offered token resistance, really. I could certainly claim I’d been overpowered before I could react and fight back. But the truth was, I was waiting for him. I expected him to find me and to make his move, and I still submissively gave in as he bound and controlled me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect next; my fantasies of him coming for me had never explored beyond this moment. The truth was, I wasn’t worried because it didn’t matter. Decisions were no longer within my control. He could do as he desired; he could make me comply with any whim. 

I was powerless to stop him – even if I wanted to.

He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and sat down facing me. I turned my head to look at him, to meet his gaze, to try and anticipate his next move. He still gave no indication of his intentions. 

He merely sat there in silence, looking me over, studying my expression and watching my subtle movements as I squirmed anxiously. My heartbeat and breathing quickened in anticipation.

His silence, his inscrutable gaze, and his lack of action were as maddening as they were distressing.

How long would he make me wait before I learned what he had planned for me?

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To be continued?  What do YOU think?  Thirsty for more?

And what’s your interpretation?  Is it an assignment?  A secret rendezvous?

Or just a lonely agent’s fantasy?

Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from Alucard !!

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE YOU?

This crushed me.

Why do you have to be you?

A cruel thing said to me by a former friend, said to intentionally bully and cause pain.

I mean, imagine the derision and disdain that goes into a statement like that. The air of superiority and judgment.

Why do you have to be you?

I don’t understand it. I try every day to be a generous and kind person and go out of my way to be supportive and uplifting to others.

I go out of my way to give positive reinforcement and recognition and even financial support.

I’m not perfect, far from it. I can be moody, into my own head. I need positive reinforcement, and I can get really down on myself and lose confidence when I don’t get it. I can forget to put others first.

That’s why I try so hard to go out of my way to give kudos and support to others…I know what it feels like to not get it.

I’ve tried to make peace with this person repeatedly. They used to be a good friend.

And yet…

Why do you have to be you?

I don’t know.

I’m going to have to think about that for a while.

If I come up with a good answer I’ll let you know.

1,000 DA Watchers!

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

Nude variant and info at WordPress Link!

HOLY CRAP!! 

I am appreciative of each and every one of you kinksters, and I’m grateful for ALL my amazing creative partners.

I’m humbled and blown away, too. 

Seriously, I’m just a writer of saucy kinky fun ideas, and I’m just fortunate to be able to collaborate with some brilliant artists who make the stuff you like to click on.

My reward is the positive reinforcement we get from all of you, and I’m at my happiest when I’m supporting and building up my creative partners and seeing their success. Might sound cheesy, but I absolutely mean it.

The recognition I get from being part of something special in these collaborations drives me, too, and having 1,000 of you out there is a massive confidence booster! 

I’ve been schlepping my stories here for 8 years now…after 5 years, I had 43 watchers.  Only two years ago, I had 86 and one year ago it was 200. In January I challenged myself to change, and things have absolutely exploded since then! 

Without the unconditional and unwavering support and encouragement from my current creative partners, I might not have ever reached this milestone, and so it makes me want to work harder every day to support them and help promote their creative efforts.  I get as much, or more joy, from helping promote them.

So a huge shout-out to my creative partners past and present: ArtofVenus, Alucard, WarewolfBarMitzvah, MenchiMenagerie, Saurian-Shade, CallMePlisskin, MuthSera1, La-Loud, krimzon123, loraxxx, Rebelcommander6BackDoor3DStudios, CNC, DB, sharktorok, Barghest236, Zelveron, lustfuljungles, indecisivewaffles

Thank you for watching, kinksters, and I’ll work even harder to keep posting saucy kinky fun times!

If you’re still reading, here’s a special reward:  NUDE version on my WordPress!

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Keep an eye out for more Evie in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.


If you enjoyed, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

And watch for more with Evie soon!

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Katie Needed a Break!!

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

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A few people noticed I didn’t do my usual 7am post this morning.

I’ve posted 23 days in a row, my 2nd longest streak.

But work’s been pretty relentless this week, and last night I just sat staring at the computer trying to work up the text for the 3rd image in the ‘F*ck I just sat down’ series.

I was pretty brain fried and didn’t want to crank out something substandard just to keep a streak alive.

Plus, the reactions to the last couple significant writing pieces I shared with friends were really disappointing. As someone who thrives on positive reinforcement, I was feeling pretty flat.

Finally, I said ‘F*ck it,’ shut down the laptop, made a drink and sat on the patio with a book. I just needed a break (and apologies to those I didn’t return messages to, either).

So here we are: technically I’m keeping the streak alive with this ‘Katie Needed a Break’ image.  But disclosure: I ain’t got nothing for tomorrow yet, either.

So I’m going to find me a nice quiet place outdoors to relax and rejuvenate and get some fresh air and ponder some new ideas. Perhaps take a cue from my friend MenchiMenagerie and get some beach time before summer is over.

It’s not like I’m going to find any drama or peril just hanging out alone on a beach, right??

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Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard’s Spirit

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

F*ck, Now What??

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

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For crying out loud!!

I just want to have a quiet chill and chat with friends on my Agents of S.P.A.N.K. Discord server.

But of course, the moment I relax…there’s a big thump noise.

It’s not the cats…they’re asleep in their tower thingie.

Other than them, I’m home alone.

Maybe if I have another glass of cabernet I can forget all about it.

I’m sure it’s nothing, right? 

Back to Discord, the guys want to brainstorm ideas.

Another thump. 

Sigh.  F*ck, now what??

Another thump.

Grudgingly, I get up to go see what it was.

I head into the bedroom. I don’t see anything amiss.

Well, as long as I’m in here, I might as well get my pajama bottoms on. 

I slip off my tights and I’m about to slip my panties off, when…

…oh shit…did that door just move??

to be continued…

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Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard’s Spirit

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

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Another long day…

I finally get home, slip off my heels and bra, put on stretchy tights and a soft crop top..

pour a glass of cabernet…

put my feet up and pick up my phone to chat on discord…

and I hear a thump. 

What the…

I’m sure it’s nothing, right?  Back to discord.

Another thump. 

Sigh.  What now?  I just f*cking sat down!!

Well, screw it.  I don’t even care what it is.  I’m not getting up!

Another thump.

to be continued...

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Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard’s Spirit

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.