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Before I get into this bondage story illustration business, allow me to give you some background information about myself. Back in the days before I got into creating and producing bondage photography art, I found my release in penning erotic bondage stories. Made quite a name for myself on IRC as a bondage story telling scribe in the imaginary world of on-line Gor. Kajira flocked to my cyber room which pissed off more than a few "Masters", especially those of the warrior class. Much to my delight I must add. Pushed my belly away from the keyboard, got off my pretentious ass, (still pretentious but as least I'm not sitting on it any more) turned in my pyjamas for street clothes and put that chapter of my life far, far behind me. My on-line nick was and still is Masato which is what the M in Uncle M stands for. I might add that I was famous for never quite completing a story which was done on purpose to create some suspense and give my work a sort of cliff hanger twist. "The Long Lesson" www.boundstories.net/storieslr… part one www.boundstories.net/storieslr… part two is no exception. Now...onto the illustration part of this journal. I crossed paths with a like minded bondage artist here on dA who creates some pretty cool bondage drawings. He takes the time to dream up a little story for each drawing which adds a lot of life to the drawings. In our exchanges this artist made it known to me that he has a bit of a fetish for a certain type of footwear on a model and that bondage photos of this nature were a rare find indeed. Simple, inexpensive, attractive, easy to find and totally in keeping with my style of photography bondage. What the hell...lets make this guy happy I thought so I have set things up for our very next shoot. Fair is fair, I'm dealing with a gentleman of honour and I asked that he do an illustration from one of my stories and suggested The Long Lesson. I'll be damned...he was not only well aware of the story but had it committed to memory. Stunned the hell out of him too when he realized that I am the author. This artist friend of mine is 3may5sq1 3may5sq1.deviantart.com/ … his first illustration fav.me/d52bwm6 for the story is complete. Please read my comment on this piece. 3may5sq1 has put a lot of work and effort into getting the drawings as true to life as possible. Not a bad likeness of my wife at all. Drop by and have a look...put this guy on your watch list if you already have not. you are not going to want to miss his instalments. Oh....go and read the story. Cheers!
Good question. Unfortunately I am still not out of the woods yet with this cancer thing. I'm loath to make my personal health woes public but I let that pussy cat out of the bag awhile ago. Good news is the radiation therapy got the vast majority of a mass the size of a mans forefinger. Shows my body responds positively to treatment. Bad news is there was a bit of a tumour left over and they found more cancer. This is cancer the "magical" scanning machine apparently missed or the people reading the original scan were not paying enough attention to detail. I'm going with the latter. Not to worry, this all has been caught early enough t
Enough of this cancer talk....let's get onto something a lot more positive and fun shall we. Over the years I have gotten to know quite a few of you though our connection here on dA. A lot of good natured and fun bantering but honest and sincere at the same time. The chances of me ever meeting up with most or any of the lovelies for some bondage fun is remote at best. I get that. However, that doesn't stop me from making a bucket list does it? I'm going to share, one bucket item (NO, I don't consider anybody an "item" but this is the best descriptive word that I can come up with at the moment) my little fantasy "bondage play" scene with
Way past time for a bit of an update on myself. On a positive note, I'm not only still very much alive and kicking but on the mend albeit slowly. I successful completed my 6 weeks of treatment which was 6 weeks ago now. The thing with radiation therapy is it's accumulative and the body is still radiating itself 6 weeks after the last radiation treatment. Think of being under a heat lamp for a period of time then shutting off the lamp. What ever is under that lamp keeps on cooking. My type of cancer was painless so I was bloody lucky to have noticed something was amiss early and acted on it. My troubles or issues is dealing with all the
It's certainly been awhile since I have posted anything of significance here on dA and not without reason. I'm loath to post bad or negative news especially when the news is of a personal nature. Double if the news concerns a serious health issue. After much thought I am going to make an exception for my dA followers only. Late January I was diagnosed with cancer of an unknown origin. Picture a fire with an unknown source. Fire fighters can control the fire and eventually put it out but dammit where did it start and what caused it? Kind of important information to have if you want to ensure the fire doesn't flare up again somewhere els
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“We’re heading out now, dear. Enjoy your evening, we’ll be back later tonight.” Nicole’s mother called from the front door.
“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” the 18-year old called back. “Enjoy your anniversary dinner!” Through the window of her bedroom, she watched her parents walk down the driveway and get into the car and drive off.
After giving it a couple of minutes, just in case they had forgotten anything and had to come back, Nicole got up from the window and went to her closet. Stashed far in the back, hopefully where no prying parents would find it, was an old shoe box. Filling it was a mixe
“We’re heading out now, dear. Enjoy your evening, we’ll be back later tonight.” Nicole’s mother called from the front door.
“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” the 18-year old called back. “Enjoy your anniversary dinner!” Through the window of her bedroom, she watched her parents walk down the driveway and get into the car and drive off.
After giving it a couple of minutes, just in case they had forgotten anything and had to come back, Nicole got up from the window and went to her closet. Stashed far in the back, hopefully where no prying parents would find it, was an old shoe box. Filling it was a mixe
"Tell me why I'm here again?" Mina groaned to her good friend Alex as she was currently wearing a purple tank top with a black skirt with black knee-high socks and black and purple shoes on. Right next to her was Alex who was clad in a light blue tank top with a white coat over it with tan shorts with over the knee high white socks and brown shoes on.
"Because I know you'll play the game as much as I will after I'm done with it and I like a little company when getting a new game," Alex said standing outside of a local video game store called GameGo.
"More like I got the short draw...." Mina thought while remembering last night while drawing
Part two:
…Carol glanced at the clock. It was near 11:30. She'd been bound nearly three hours now. Her gag had gone from annoying to very uncomfortable in that time. The inside of her mouth was dry as a desert and her jaws were beginning to ache from the large knot lodged between her teeth.
Carol's arms and legs had fallen asleep after being bound so long. Every twitch sent little needles pocking into her extremities. She'd been sitting so long; she could no longer feel her butt at all.
Carol glanced over at her mother. She was dozing a little. The two captives had had little else to do during their captivity. For his part, their capt
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