Royce&#39;s Random Thoughts

I have been known to beta an item or 100 ;-)

I'd be willing to work with you on it.

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I may take you up on that, assuming you take payment in copies of books...

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I was thinking the 'first attempt' would be gratis since you don't know me well - or my writing style (small sample recently posted in my LJ that was inspired by Evilp's little fiction).

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Well, if you insist... :) Let me get a packet together for you as soon as I finish re-writing the ending of Andrea's Story

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oh, yes - I must insist **dangling a red silk ribbon, just long enough to capture a pair of wrists**

I like your work, I could use the distraction from Wow, and I need to get my mind refocused on writing again.

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*Allows his hands to be captured, feeling the silken ribbon tighten comfortably and quite securely*

Thank you m'dear. The file should be in your gmail box shortly. :)

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got the file

**hope you aren't too ticklish, I like using my feather quill pen**

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*eeps and tries to draw his hands back. Too late*

I suspect you'll be highly amused by "Shopping Expedition" at least.

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heheheeh - I was just going to say - my, my - and I hadn't read that Before I pulled out my own feather -

**oh, yes - far, far too late**

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Some pictures for further amusement

The original pic that inspired Shopping Expedition by the lovely

chaypeta

Maria and Andrea chat, while Tez looks on NSFW! Also by Peta, drawn after I sent her the story.

Maria in the outfit she purchased

A picture I commissioned from another artist of Maria

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interesting pix - lucky for me, work is in the Home Office.

**Now, step back, hmmm once more - very good** the clip can be hooked to the ribbon now and ** my, my up go your arms ** much better ** ** oh yes, just in case you got any other ideas ** this collar ** buckle snuggly ** clips to this ** click, click ** ring

**Excellent!** don't worry so, you won't be standing forever** this whole apparatus swivels so that you can be laying down, or inverted** see ** clink, clack ** nice a flat ** of course, ** clink, snap, clink, snap, clip, clip ** these ankle irons and padlocks will keep you from falling off the surface regardless of the angle of the ** hehehe ** dangle **

** hmmm, now where did I put that key **

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btw - if I ever 'cross a line' in this bit of word play, just let me know and I'll dial back

don't want you worried that I'm any stranger than the average kink

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Don't sweat it. You'd have to get a lot worse than that to make me thing you're strange. :)

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temptations and challenges........ ;-)

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Yanks back on the ankle cuffs, making the chains rattle. When the collar is snugged around his neck a shudder runs down his body as he realizes he's been made completely helpless. As the board swings downward he's left hanging, his feet level with your eyes, the blood rushing to his head.

"Um, you can let me go now... Any time."

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"Well, maybe I'll at least tilt you back to level," click, click,thunk, "after all, the blood rushing to your, ah, head is not the point here." The tip of my riding crop glides from your ankle, up the inseam of your pants...

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Lets out a low groan and arches his back, hands grasping at chain pulling his wrists upward, as the tip of the crop travels up ankle to knee and up his thigh

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"So eager, look at you tense and straining at the seams already," the tip of the riding crop slides upward from your naval toward your chest.

"This could become very, very interesting."

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Closes his eyes and concentrates on trying to keep his breathing at a measured pace, not a desperate pant. "Please, have mercy...."

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"Good boy, that's better." I run my gloved fingers back down your chest, enjoying the way your muscles quake at the touch. "Perhaps in honor of the day, and your cooperation," I purr the words while my fingers trace lower, "an early release is warranted for your good behavior."

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Lets out a low moan as he feels the feather touch of your fingers on his skin, travelling down his chest, across the tight muscles of his abdomen, finally coming to rest on his waistband. It's obvious at this point what manner of "release" he truly needs as the ties at his crotch strain.

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Tracing the leather lacings that keep this last part of him separate from her, she revels in the heat rising through the leather to the skin of her palm.

**a skittering noise, a cough, a sharp inhale remind her that this place is not very private currently** Boot heels clicking she strides to the door, shuts it firmly to the complaints of the curious and locks it. Flicking both hand and crop the curtains are dropped closed over the windows. The room is dimmer now but that suits the mood.**

***The crowd outside - denied their viewing hear only the quick nip of leather on bare skin, a sharp yelp, and a sensuous laugh***

** a local flatfoot disperses the crowd now standing around the outside of the building - "NO LOITERING! Move Along!***

((bye bye voyeurs - talk amongst yourselves the Elf and I are busy))

Edited Date: 2009-02-16 01:33 am (UTC)

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Petulantly, the dark and sullen one knocked on the door..."Open up, I say......ye've left me out in the cold, after I offered to assist with the discipline......I shall have to go elsewhere to ply my trade if you're not careful......."

After a moment's silence, broken only by what was obviously the singing of the crop, she stomps off. ~~~~~

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I would be most willing to do a beta -- best aynne does hers first and I see those comments also, she is better at characterization whereas I tend to look for "other" things.....but be forewarned, I am a hard taskmaster and not nearly as kind.

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Kind is not what I need. I need suggestions on how to make the stories not suck.

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suck, they do not. however, every leather, no matter how fine, needs a good polish and some conditioning. That's what I'm offering to do. my suggestions are also optional, and can be rejected, or accepted, at your leisure.

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Thank you dear. I'll get a packet together Monday of everything and pass them along to you.

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I must get a key to the handcuffs before this packet arrives.....

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Laughs at the joke.

You are joking, right?

Right?

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