Nightposter's Ramblings

Just a Rant!

2012-02-10T13:03:00.000-06:00

Today's rant, is directed XM Siriusradio. We signed up for XM when DirecTV changed their music channelsand dropped XM.

I had become hooked on the channelCinemagic. After signing up for XM radio, I discovered that thechannel cinemagic had been dropped from their radio lineup, and wasavailable only on their online website. The online website was anadditional three bucks a month so it seemed like a good idea at thetime.

Due to either connection issues on myend with my DSL line, or problems on their end with their onlineprogram guides, I was constantly having to sign it back in to theirwebsite even if I was actively using the computer I was being signedout for inactivity.

Today I tried going online to cancelthe online service, but was unable to sign in using my username andpassword. I called customer service and was able to cancel the onlineaccount, but even with customer service help, I am still unable tosign into my account to manage my bills.

My XM radio is still working, I do nothave cinemagic, and it's my understanding that cinemagic was droppedto make way for another political pundit channel. Just what we need,more loudmouths on the radio. I signed up for XM radio for music, toget away from the loudmouths on the radio. If this trend continues, Iwill probably cancel my service with XM and go back to regular FMradio.

For a Friend

2012-02-07T15:18:00.001-06:00

I drew this, inspired by a friend

Evangeline Von Winter is a fetish model and producer who works out of New York with her

husband making all sorts of fetish videos.( including the "sleepy fetish" shown here)

I did "embellish" this pic (as I do with most ) Eve's eyes aren't blue, but then most of my damsels

have blue or green eyes....

I first "met" Eve online in a forum I moderate. we e-mailed back and forth and exchanged

comments about videos she had made. Eventually, she made one for me as a thank you,

and we remain friends to this day. She, like other small producers are having a tough time

right now, billing issues with credit card processors are hitting all procucers, the smaller ones

get hit the hardest.

Visit them and give them a look...it can't hurt...

BTW- the videos featuring uniforms - the uniforms were donated by me!

Evangeline von Winter

Another Year Older

2012-02-03T12:27:00.000-06:00

and closer to joining AARP, altho given my current situation, I'll probably be working until the day I die.
New old stuff posted over at my DA page, a new one sitting, half finished on the drawing board ( a girl with gun scene) and another idea penciled out but nowhere close to viewable....

This one's called "What the Sniper Saw"
the story in my head has her being cuffed and left in an abandoned building by her soon to be ex....

enjoy!

short update...

2012-01-19T12:37:00.003-06:00

Just a short update...
The stress continues, and even tho I am finally employed again, stress is still high. I have tried drawing over the holiday break, and on weekends,but I have tossed everything I have "scribbled" as un acceptable.
I'm working an 8 hour shift, driving an hour and a half home, then sleeping until the alarm goes off to go back to work....
Maybe this weekend....

if this hasn't been posted here before, this is a work in progress. Part one of a multi damsel pic...
enjoy!

Things are looking better

2011-12-26T15:55:00.002-06:00

We had a "Family Meeting" over the holiday and decided that this could be the best for us ( giving up on this house) We are looking at going in with my sister on a foreclosed property in Illinois that, with the incomes from both families ( the 4 of us) could be paid off in ten years. My wife and I talked, it would be no different from paying rent, but no restrictions on the property. So the ladies started looking today. Us guys know what we want, a finished basement, a two car garage, and fenced yard for the dogs. The women will get to choose the style, and floor plan.

I am off this week for the holiday shutdown, so there might be some drawing going on, now that the stress has lifted....

This is an older work , but stress relief on the way...
Enjoy!

Not so Merry Christmas

2011-12-22T10:09:00.000-06:00

I hate to be a downer right now... we won't be having a happy holiday this year. The Grinch arrived Monday in the form of the court signing a judgement against us for foreclosure. Total costs are about twice what real estate people tell us they would put the house on the market here, the federal loan/grant has been delayed due to the paperwork processing ( your government at work). So after a family meeting, we have decided to stop the fight and walk away

This means we have about 6 months before the Sheriff's sale to find a place to live.
We have a relative "in the business" who insists if we move into Illinois, she can find us a better place to live at about the same monthly pay out.
What this means to me( and you) is that I will be around less in the coming months, as I try to spend as much time looking, and working to save up enough for this move.

The dream of home ownership is probably gone forever, we are in our late 50's and could not afford a long term mortgage, and that means working for the rest of my life, to pay rent.

Make no mistake, there are millions of people like us here in the USA who used to have a secure future, but events of the people we entrusted to run this country ( of ALL parties) have ruined the "American dream".

Happy Holidays
and wish us luck
Nightposter

Remembering Kim

2011-12-19T21:15:00.001-06:00

Originally posted parts of this in 2009 ...

Kim was built like a"Barbie" doll... 5 foot 9 or 10 ( at that height, what's aninch)
36 c - 23 - 34 and about 125 - 130 lbs of mostly muscle. Sheused to run about a mile each day, and exercise daily, ( doing the"20 minute workout" which was on TV then)

I did draw a 2009 version of Kim's head shot, but here Imust be careful.
Kim is a living person, with realitives and so Ihave to keep her disguised. I'm closer to what she looked like backthen, but still have changed enough ( I hope) to keep heranonymous.

Kim was the instigator in our role play games. We'dwatch tv or be at the movies, and she'd see a female

( or even a male) death or peril scene and say to me "we can do that better".At home there was a legal pad on the coffee table so she could jotdown scenes as we saw them, we actually left a movie once before itended so she could work out a scene..( because she couldn't keepquiet during the movie ).

She loved being the Damsel inDistress...and created the title for my groups (Damsels in Distressin Uniform)

After high school, she enlisted in the US Navy (she joked one day that she chose the Navy because she liked thewomens uniform ) While stationed in Southern California, she took acourse in a "Stunt persons " school ( her words) One nightshe showed me her "graduation film" - a super 8 film of thescene she did as her "Final" ( this was the late 70's folks.... no VCR yet)
She was dressed as a county sheriff , and the tapestarted with a car chase to an old house.
There she chased the badguy inside, where she was grabbed and a knock down drag out fighttook place. Both sides got in some good hits but Kim lost when shewas thrown into a glass patio door, shattering it. The bad guy thenstrangled her a bit before lifting her and tossing her over a railing( high fall) into a river(?) where the scene ended with her floatingaway face down...

She only got a "B" because she wassupposed to roll the cop car on it's side, and it didn't go all theway. In our role playing, she taught me how to give and take punches,and bullets and arrows.
She was great at acting out her part, andactually scared another "playmate" by taking a drink,grasping the neck, falling to the floor, and convulsing to death.

When Kim and I were starting our Roleplay games, she explained her character this way, she wanted to playstrong, authority figures, who are taken down and broken either intosubmission or destroyed. While Kim never came right out and said
"Inthis scene I want to be murdered or killed", she did say - mycharacter is attacked and may not survive, always holding out hopefor that last minute rescue. Now other "playmates" weredifferent. Connie wanted our games to have fatal endings, Alice askedme several times over our relationship to role play out fatal scenes( but with her, those were maybe once or twice a year, beingsomething inspired by a movie or TV )

Now as part of the earlyeighties, there was the eye make up. Tearing or even working up agood sweat would cause the eye make up to run. One of the things Idon't often reveal is the use of 'toys' to 'distress' my victims inour games. Today there are several web sites that show that kind ofplay, well back then, they toys weren't as high tech, or evenanatomically correct, but you could still buzz a helpless damsel intototal meltdown with some of them....and we did.

Kim kept a small notebook with herwhenever we watched TV or went to a movie. If she saw some scene shethought she could play out better, she'd write down her version.
Alot of my first drawings were based of those role play scenes broughtback from memory or my notebook of scenes we photographed backthen.
Kim didn't write stories, just outlined the scene as she sawit, a group of notes to be decoded later into what she wanted tosee....
At one time or another in our time together, Kim was"interested" in just about every fetish you could thinkof:
Bondage involving all types of restraint.
Breath play, fromchoking to bagging to drowning.
Spanking, wrestling, hair pulling,belly punching, torture, and the list went on.
She even wanted torecreate a scene from a sifi film where a tentacled monster attacksher.
Now - everything we played at was scripted before we started,we figured out how to do this stuff safely, or we didn't do it,example: Playing with electricity. Bound to a post, the bad guy (me)attached wires from an extension cord to her body, then 'plugged itin" finishing her off.
(of course we didn't really pluganything in)
Breath play, bagging: the bag we used at first wasfrom apples and had holes punched all over it, she could stillbreathe, but acted like she couldn't...

I had the "most"fun and games with Kim, she never failed to keep us busy andexhausted after a scene. She loved to resist, so we wrestled, andfought in almost every role play we did.

As "stressrelief" from her job, I was called upon to place her in "tightinescapable bondage", then leave her to struggle and try to getout. She was never left alone, I was always watching from the otherside of the room, as she struggled rolled around, moaned and groaned,and sometimes
brought herself to orgasm.
If she did start tofree herself, I had to "come back for her" and move hersomeplace else retying her so the scene could continue.

We hada code phrase for these stress sessions. the phone lines at both Kimand my workplaces were recorded, and we didn't want any one hearingher say " hey, tie me up and screw me when I get home tonight",so... "I need to see you, or can I see you" meant the usualtie me up scene.
"I really need to see you" meant noholds barred, attack me and do you worst to me.

Kim was my muse, my partner in crime, my best buddy, myplaymate...among other things....
We met in 1978,and playedfor almost 6 wonderful years. Looking back now, after Alice andothers (including my wife) what we didn't have was... romance. Now, Iwouldn't have left her because of that, we enjoyed each other verymuch.

Now here is the "back story". Kim left anotherguy to be with me. He was Italian, thought he was God's gift towomen, and "picked up" Kim as his girl ( she didn't want tobe with him, he did) He wanted her as his "show off" girl.

At first he showed up weekly,trying to intimidate me with his implied mob "connections"until I mentioned a couple of names of real "connected"people I got from my childhood neighbors...then he got scared - he wasa wannabe, nothing more, and he stayed away for almost a year. One night he approached Kim in the parking lot of her station, butthe afternoon shift cops were just leaving, and surrounded him. Theyoffered to leave his bullet riddled body at the airport in the trunkof his Caddy, if he ever came around again. He disappeared for acouple months...then..

I was on my long weekend, andThursday night, after "playing" with Kim, discussed goingaway for the weekend together. She got a call to work in Fridayafternoon, and agreed I would take the weekend, and she would workFriday then go to her parents for a weekend visit....that neverhappened.
Friday night Kim left the station and walkedtowards her car, she saw a rental van parked next to hers. Thesliding door was open, but the van looked empty, so she went to herdoor to get in. She was grabbed from behind ( by two guys), pulledinto the van, roughed up,gagged, handcuffed into a hog tie, and apillowcase was pulled over her head. The whole take down happened ina minute a according to Kim..

At First she thought I hasarranged this as it was one of her unfulfilled fantasies, but as shewas dragged from the van, she realized she didn't smell my "scent".Kim liked the smell of "English Leather" products on me, andneither one of her captors was wearing it. She was placed in a smallroom with a cot, one of the guys pulled the pillowcase off her head,the cuffs were adjusted to lock her legs to the foot of the bedgiving him access for the next stage.
Kim's skirt was rippedopen and panties pulled off, her uniform shirt and bra torn open andshe was raped.
Afterward the guy just got off her and left.Sometime later, he repeated the rape. ( this was repeated everycouple of hours for the next two days, each time ripping her clothinga little more)

Sunday afternoon he pulled off the maskrevealing himself as her ex boyfriend. he said "See, I can playgames too!" and claimed his love for her and desire for her tocome back to him. when she again said "What part of "no"don't you understand, he produced some photos stolen from ourhouse and threatened to send them not only to the town mayors ofthose in the pics, but to the two newspapers too....Blackmail!

Tomake matters worse, he had happened to kidnap her on her most"fertile" weekend ( Kim didn't use the pill) and had gottenher pregnant.
Long story short - she agreed to go with him,and one day I arrived home to find a bonfire going in my backyard.Included were most of the costumes she collected, the toys we used,and the footlocker with all our photos and video.....

Better News

2011-12-10T14:28:00.001-06:00

This is happy news ( I hope)
I was contacted by someone who knew someone, who needed to hire someone to fill a job opening.

It will be something I have never done, but it is assembly work which I have done. It could turn into a full time permanent Job!

I will be working during the time I have been setting aside to draw, so a time shift will be in order,
with the coming Holidays, and learning this new job ( and getting used to working again)...

I hope you will all be patient with me if I slow down a bit.

My "fans" will remember that I was producing the most work during a time when I was working 10 hour days 5 days a week.
so maybe once I get this new job learning out of the way....well.... we'll see
I will start with a look see today... Friday and then start Monday afternoon

Real life comes first!

short one today

2011-12-07T16:17:00.001-06:00

I might go among the missing for a day or two as the dreaded "real life" reared it's ugly head this morning then the mail arrived. I'm very stressed at the moment and have taken my prescribed anti stress meds, which make me very drowsy (sleepy). I won't get into it here, for now, but it means there may be a grinch stealing my christmas in the place I am living. Now this time of year has always been a down time for me. My first wife ( the chaser - was married eight times) ended our relationship christmas week, another broke up with me on news years eve, and i used to work every bodies holidays so they could have fun, as for years I didn't really have anyone at that time of year.
( Sorry for the sloppy typing, fat fingers and the meds)
sorry folks it is what it is, and right now...it sucks!

Posting for a new friend

2011-12-06T17:29:00.001-06:00

I drew this one for Dave over at the Damsel's Drawings Blog
http://damselsindistressdrawings.blogspot.com

I drew it without telling him in advance, so it's a bit different than his usual drawings...hope he likes it.
He did ask me to draw another, more to his liking and I've started laying out the drawing.

I have a couple other things in the pipeline and depending on the results of a poll over at my DeviantArt page I may have some busy work to do.
The poll asks if my fans would be interested in buying prints from my gallery there. If I decide to offer prints, I have to do a lot of work in my Gallery to make that happen. Some drawings would have to be scanned again to meet minimum DPI ( dots per inch - or resolution) for prints there are other factors to think about too.
If interested stop by and vote one way or the other...or give me your thoughts.
http://danightposter.deviantart.com/

updates...

2011-12-02T11:07:00.001-06:00

Here's two pics just as an update...

Just messing with Paint on the PC.
I'm working on coloring with Photoshop, but nothing to show yet. It's harder to do with out a drawing tablet.
this was just a time killer between "Hunny Do" jobs ( getting things cleaned up and closed up before the snow gets here) There will be a full drawing of this, with "Punkinhead" pulling the ropes...just have to get some "me" time...

Here's the Wondie Pic....not as I had hoped..

Started out ok, but the face didn't do anything for me...

More later

NP

Messing around with Paint

2011-12-01T20:41:00.001-06:00

Just something I messed around with in Paint..
Not done, but I'm still going to hand color and finish this soon...

Paint is just too simple, unless I'm doing cartoons. I am studying a set of text files on how to paint with Photoshop and will be messing with that soon. I did this in about 20 minutes ( after spending the better part of an hour cleaning up the line image.

Daz 4??

2011-11-29T20:48:00.001-06:00

At the risk of being flamed .....

Here's my first look at Daz 4 (Now remember I am a "pencil pusher" )...

Daz 4 is only free for a bit longer at their web site. I saw the promo YouTube vid...it looked so easy so I downloaded it

I also grabbed almost every freebie at the Daz site including Mike and Vicki....

I have Daz 3 and a ton of content from all the way back to 2006, it is just tough for me to keep the program running while I complete a drawing to the end, without screwing something up and dumping the work out.

Daz 4 looks so much easier, followed the video and surprise! I was able to do what the video showed me !

Now came the (for me, and others it seems) "downside"..... Loading content not related to the "Genesis" model (including Vicki and Mike)

Daz 4 doesn't seem to import or open any non Daz4 content (third party products just released or older stuff)

When I first open the program it offers to bring in content it has found, just doesn't do it...

I have looked around at forums, and it looks like even experienced Daz users are having the same problem, one guy commented he has 11 years of content, usable in Daz3
that will not import into 4.

I am reading a text posting on how to set up Daz 3 and it's content files so I can "maybe" make more sense out of what is happening there until more experienced users figure out what's up and how to use it. All the official videos use what came in the program ( so of course it works)

I guess I'll wait and see (again)

Something Special

2011-11-21T18:53:00.001-06:00

After posting my uncertainty about a "review' from a fellow member of DA I was flooded with ( well it was a flood for me) comments and suggestions about programs to ink and paint, Where i can buy the Verithin colored pencils- without buying a whole set, and other suggestions. Thanks to all that responded.

Couldn't sleep last night so i was looking at images that i have grabbed off the net and stored in a big second HD on my PC, when suddenly my latest muse jumped out of my screen...

Yup! an 80's reference image of Erin "Col Deering" Gray. I had a big time crush on her back then.
Took my time, spent over an hour just on the eyes. There will be a background image soon, but another Muse showed up this afternoon. She's also a brunette, with blue eyes...and her initials are W.W. I was asked to draw that.. and I jumped right in...going to use the season one costume and lasso her with her own golden rope. according to lore,. if I do she will submit to me and be my willing slave... YooHoo!

Back to Erin here, she joined Metro as a dispatcher, sure hope nothing perilous happens to her... ya never know!
Thanks for looking !

Abducted and Snuffed...

2011-11-20T19:56:00.001-06:00

Abductedand snuffed...

Anotherstory for role play cooked up long ago....

Kim wasgetting dressed for her first day back at work after a troublingvacation. As she put on her long sleeved light blue uniform shirt,and tucked it into the dark blue skirt, she thought of the problemsshe had with her boyfriend.
He was insisting that she had to quither job, because he thought she was just using it to flirt with guys.The arguments had gotten so bad that she broke up with him last week.His last words were - “If I can't have you, no one can”

Itwas dark as she left the door of her apartment and walked towards hercar.
Passing a bush along the walk two hooded men grabbed her andpulled her off into the bushes. One man held her arms pinned behindher back, while the other pressed a cloth to her face.
Kimstruggles to pull her face away, but her attacker is holding the ragto her face with one hand, and the other behind her head forcingit towards the rag.

The lead attacker jerks Kim's armscloser and closer together, causing her boobs to jut out further andfurther, putting a strain on the buttons of her uniform shirt andcausing her to gasp in pain, inhaling the knock out chemical in therag.

As Kim weakened, the second attacker removed his handfrom the back of her head, moved it to one of her boobs, found hernipple, and began to pinch it thru the shirt and bra.
Kim againsquealed in feeble protest and finally passed out.
The leadattacker bent over and jammed his shoulder into the unconsciouswoman's abdomen, and a small moan is heard as he then picks her upand carries the unconscious Kim off into the night...

Later,in a dirty old abandoned looking room The two men drag an unconsciousKim in and drop her in the center near a support post. Kim now hadleather belts strapping her ankles and wrists together, and a largeball gag in her mouth.

Hanging from a beam was a steel cablewith a hook on the end. One man lifted Kim upright, while the otherpulled her wrists above her head and hooked a ring in the restraintsto the cable.

The two men watch the blond dispatcher swing onthe cable for a minute, then one of them walks to a wall phone andmakes a call.

"We Got her. She's not goinganywhere....nah, no one saw us... how long do you want us to keepher?... Wait a sec...that's gonna cost more...what?...
double, cuznow the danger is higher...ok it's a done deal!”

The hoodedman hangs up the phone. “C'mon knucklehead, we got plans tomake!”

The other hooded man had been standing behindKim, while pawing
her body. “What plans? ...new plans?”

Thelead man grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.
“YaNew plans..C'mon!”

After they leave Kim starts to come to.She becomes aware of her surroundings and her restraint, testing thecuffs at her wrists and ankles .
Her struggles increase at thesound of her captors return.

One man is carrying a length ofheavy chain, and some
rope, the other has some hose, and abucket.

“Get enough beauty rest cop?” one thug calls out,dropping the chain at her feet, and reaching out for her
nearestboob.

Kim squeals and twists away out of his reach, kickingout at him with both bound legs, and right into the other thug'shands, who grabs both breasts and pinches down on them “Behavebitch” then slaps her across the chest.

The thug beginsto wind the chain around Kim's body,pulling it tightly just below herboobs. “This will save time later” he says proudly, placinga padlock to the ends.

“ You forgot her arms Dummy”barks the other thug.

“No problem boss - I got lotsarope!”replies the first picking up a loop of thick rope.

Thelead thug had been rigging the hose to a nearby wash sink faucet.
Hemoved to the chained beauty, unhooks the restraints from the steelcable, and pushes Kim at the other thug...
“Here, do somethingwith her arms...and no messing around!”

“Aw...I wantedto do her first for a change!” cries the second thug.

“Notime for either of us this time..just get her trussed uptight!”snarled the boss.

The second thug ties ropes aroundher elbow and laces it thru the chain then pulling it tight, andpassing it across her back to do the same to the otherelbow.

Meanwhile, the boss has unhooked the steel cable andpassed it across an over head pipe, the to another nearer the sink.This end of the cable is attached to the empty bucket near theoverhead pipe.
He pulls the hose over the same pipe an places theend in the bucket, taping it to the cable.

From his pocket,the boss produces a dog choke chain. He hooks one end to theconnector above Kim.
The two men pull Kim back to her feet, wrapthe chain around her neck and hook it to the cable, adjusting it sothat Kim stands just flat footed on the floor.

“Here's thedeal Bitch. Your “boyfriend” has to follow a certain series ofclues which will lead him here...and he must leave some cash in oneof those stops. If he doesn't or is to slow...well, just hope hegets here” the boss thug said as he turns on the water, whichbegins to slowly fill the bucket. “This is more than five gallonsof water when full...it's enough to choke you out. Have fun!”

thesecond thug swats Kim across the rear with his hand shakes hishead in disappointment and leaves.
The boss thug checks theconnections, adjusts the water flow, then moves behind Kim and grabsher breasts “Nice tits, too bad” he mumbles as he closes thedoor.

As Kim watches the bucket fill, she rises to her tiptoes, and struggles unsuccessfully to get the chain from herneck.

Outside, the two thugs are moving towards theirvan.
“Watcha mean telling her that ?” mumbled the secondthug.

“There is no one coming stupid, her “boyfriend” ispaying us to get her out of the way! Now we go down to the bar,get seen, and set up our alibis.
Later , we come back, and dumpher body in the lake, and collect another 5 grand each!” grinnedthe boss.

“But why does he want her to be done that way,theoriginal way was gonna be more fun” said the second

“Saidsomething about her being a dispatcher, and how fitting for her to bechoked to death....let's go...”

Back in the room,it seemsthat Kim has reached the end of her rope so to speak. She twists andturns, her chest heaving, as the water filling the bucket continuesto tighten the choke chain at her neck. Her face is turning blue, hereye make up smeared and tear stained streaks running down her face.Her struggles and kicks weakening as the bucket fills.
The wateroverflows the bucket, then Kim is suddenly still... one sentenceechoing again and again in her dying mind “ If I can't haveyou...no one can”.....

More from yesterday...

2011-11-19T12:42:00.001-06:00

Posted in my DeviantArt journal....

"Devastated" was probably too harsh a word...
No, I'm not going to quit...
BUT...
Secretly, I have been disappointed in my coloring efforts lately. Partly to blame is the available materials now becoming "cheaper" over the last  20 years.
When I started, I bought everything at one of three art supply stores in my town. Pencils were under a buck a piece for Berol "Verithin" brand, lots of colors to choose from, a thin line, harder pencil that didn't crumble much, if at all. I have two left, that I still use for eye work. Today, the small stores are gone, and the big box craft and office supply stores  do not carry the  Verithin line, and Berol pencils in general have become cheaper in quality, and leave more crumbles in my drawing.

  I drew with Staedtler 4H pencil lead in a mechanical holder. Today I use a wooden 4H pencil that I have to buy a set to get as the big box stores only carry 2H and HB pencils and leads in singles.

I won't even get into paper quality, except to say it too has changed.
so today my coloring looks much more like I'm using crayons instead of  pencils..
another problem I discovered while re-scanning to meet requests for larger examples.....
Funny, not too long ago I was getting yelled at for posting pics bigger than 150k, because fans on dial up connections were taking so long to download by 250k images.... now they want them bigger, and remark when they are below 1 meg! my latest scans are running around 4 meg!
The problem is aging of paper and the pencil colors. The drawings are backed with acid free paper in archival quality page protectors. They are open at the top, and you can see darkening along the top of some scans that I didn't trim. But the biggie is that the colors dry out and clump together, giving the older stuff an even rougher appearance. When I re-colored some of them, the New pencil colors didn't exactly match the old further messing things up, so some were re-drawn.

So thanks to the detailed remarks of my drawings in general ( yes he did list all my deviations but they were listed as "keepers" or  "loosers" with a word or two about why they were "loosers" - and looking at them I can see what he meant.) I spent the night  searching and reading about using Photoshop and Illustrator to improve my drawings ( I have older versions of both as well as some other Adobe products on My Mac).
I do need to save  for one thing tho... A quality graphics tablet. One that works with my Mac. I bought one at a garage sale about 2 years ago, it's off brand ( in fact, searching  Google for information revealed three different  "brands" to get back to the original manufacturer (  made in China)
and even tho it is advertised as a drawing tablet on the box, the original manufacturer stated it was a graphics pad designed with software for taking your handwritten notes and making text files out of them..no mention of artwork at all. Ah well $5 wasted...

So now I'm going to start saving for an eBay Wacom intous . The several different people who wrote the articles I saved mentioned it as what they use.

I'm going to continue to draw, and color with pencils, but scan my uncolored works before coloring, so when I can start to color on the computer, I won't have to re-draw.

Finally, to everyone who commented here and in notes and e-mails. I wish my reviewer no ill will, and you shouldn't either. He opened my eyes to the obvious, he never told me to quit, just offered suggestions on how to improve what I am doing .
He, like others told me my worst mistake was shutting down *Nightposter here.  He said I had "presence" here, almost 100,000 page views in six years, and could count on 100+ new views just by adding a new work to my gallery. Now, I have to start over, my fans may not even know I'm here.

Sorry for being so long, just a lot to "get off my chest"

Devastated...

2011-11-18T13:35:00.000-06:00

Devastated....

I have been sick this past week, oneof those aching colds going around right now, but this morning I wokeup feeling much better.....until I opened my Gmail account. I got along message from a fellow DA member. Because he took the time toe-mail me, instead of messaging me at DA, I will not repeat, or quotewhat he said, nor will I reveal is DA Nickname, I want no wars orattacks over this.

He told me his real name, and his vastgraphics background. ( he has college degrees, and works in the"industry") I looked at his page and his work is simplywonderful, I wish I could do half as well as he does. He found mebecause one of my drawings were posted in a group he visits.

He then went into paragraphs about mystyle ( NOT one word was mentioned about my subject matter, it wasall about methods) the good, the bad, and the ugly. Some of it wasuseful, some of it hurt.

I have 136 deviations in my galleryat DeviantArt( not including scraps ) and he listed every one withcomments. According to him, DeviantArt should be for the best of yourbest, and following that, I should only keep about 10 of what I haveposted. One of the big comments was my use of colored pencilsdetracting from an otherwise well drawn image. He suggested I go toschool and learn how to ink my drawings properly, or learn how topaint in a computer program...

The comments were well written, notonce did he attack me and he treated me with respect, just pointingout what I now see as the obvious flaws in my works....

Needless to say I'm stunned, my "muse"has left the building and I need to rethink what I want to do...

A confused...

Nightposter

working on something new...

2011-11-16T13:16:00.000-06:00

a multi person scene
here's part one...

Drawing them full sized for detail, then I'll merge them into a drawn background with photoshop...
This is something new for me, so it might take me a bit to get it done.

My commissioned drawings are done and in the mail, the customers were very happy.
The last drawing was a bit more severe than I had originally planned, but it is what the customer wanted. The agreement was that I could change the uniform and faces and use the scenes in my regular offerings, but given the changes the customers requested in the second and third drawings, I don't think I'll redraw them for public viewing.

Over at my DeviantArt home, I have discovered that my simple bondage peril ( like part one above) have had more views than the ones posted that had stories and endings attached. I have said that due to many requests, my next few new works would be back to simple, no story attached drawings. When I started posting drawings to the internet back in 1995, I posted - "A moment in time in a scene" it was up to you the viewer to decide what happened before, and after, what I had drawn.

I'm going to do some more of those.

Enjoy!

Whatever Works...

2011-11-15T12:15:00.000-06:00

Whatever Works...

Amy had just put in a long, busy double shift at the Fire Dispatch Center. She was very tired, and had to be back on duty in the morning, she was in a hurry to get some sleep, so she didn't notice the pry marks on her back door. She also didn't turn on the kitchen light, and this may have been her fatal error....
As she passed by the equally dark dining room, hands reached out and grabbed her, spinning her around back to the wall. A moist cloth with a sweet smelling scent was pressed against her face. Amy struggled against her attacker,
trying to scream her lungs out, but each time she tried to pull the hand away from her face, her attacker popped her in the stomach. This action not only caused her to move her hands to protect her gut, but knocked the wind out of her forcing her to inhale deeply, bringing the sweet smelling fumes deep into her lungs.

Amy felt weaker, her arms heavier, her vision clouded, and a black frame closed in around her view. Her struggles stopped, and her attacker continued to hold the rag to her face as she slid down the wall into unconsciousness...

It was dark when she awoke, she was aware of pain in her back and arms. Something was stuffed in her mouth and she could feel the tight gag holding it there. she felt a chill and as her eyes again focused, she looked down, her shirt and bra had been torn open, she was exposed! She had been tied with an old extension cord, and it was tight.

Amy again looked at her surroundings. It looked like an old cellar, dirt floor, stone walls, no windows. The only light filtering in was from a stairway, but it was blocked with a gate of iron bars.

Amy struggled to her feet, which she discovered were bound together with her own belt. She struggled for some time to move closer to that gate. Then she heard footsteps....

He was hooded, and carried a big sack, maybe a pillowcase.
Locking the gate behind him he approached the struggling dispatcher.

"Now that you are awake, we can play some more! It's much more fun when you resist." He dumped the contents of the sack on the floor.
Any looked at what was on the floor, her eyes widening with shock at what he had planned for her.....

Another story inspired by Alice's writings, all alone on the night shift...

11-11-11

2011-11-11T13:03:00.002-06:00

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

----
Make time today to thank a Veteran. They have made the sacrifices that allow us to freely do what we do on a daily basis.

To the Men and Women of the Armed Forces everywhere...
Thank you for your service!

Along Came a Spider...The New Test

2011-10-26T23:09:00.001-05:00

Newly drawn and story written today... well the drawing has been in the works for a couple of months...

...I take my little toy out for a field test to a Metro 911 substation....

While Metro911 main dispatch is housed in the old Central Police Headquarters, some of the suburban departments had their old dispatch offices manned until they were sure that there were no problems with the new system. Metro called them Substations.

I posed as a concerned citizen and asked the only dispatcher ( or at the time I was there, the only person in the building ) how this "substation" worked. She was a little leery at first, I convinced her that I was just interested in how this "back up" would work. I remained in the lobby, separated by a counter, and a staggered system of Lexan that let me pass things in and out but not enter the dispatch room. The only flaw in this security system is that it did not go all the way to the suspended ceiling, there was just enough room for my toy to move between the barrier and ceiling. While her back was turned I released my little toy. It has had several improvements since the first "test" including new, almost silent motors to move it around.

While the dispatcher, a nice looking blond named Heather, showed me the radios and I kept her busy with questions, my little beastie climbed up wall and crawled upside down on the suspended ceiling framework until it was in position.

I let her finish her tour and then she turned around and asked if there were any other questions. I pushed a button on the remote in my pocket setting the beast on auto hunt.

"Yes, I do have one last question" I said, looking her straight in those blue eyes " Are you afraid of spiders?"

"No, I'm not afraid of spiders, why do you ask?"

"You will be." I said, as the mechanical beast swung down from the ceiling, adjusting it's course so that it landed on Heather's left shoulder just as the stinger pierced her neck.

The spider clamped on to her shoulder with it's six legs and released the thread it was hanging from as the dispatcher shrieked and collapsed to the floor. She struggled for a minute, trying to pull the machine off her shoulder, but the chemicals still being injected took effect,I touched the recall button on the remote, and the beast removed itself, and began to return to my side. I watched the blond spasm and convulse on the floor, a little spittle or foam trickling out the corner of her mouth, her D cups juggling under her uniform shirt for a minute or two more until she finally passed out and was still.

I tapped a text on my phone and in seconds my two "assistants" appeared, moved to the lobby door to the dispatch room and in seconds had breached the lock.

They picked up the uniformed blond and carried her out of the building to the van. I picked up my toy and followed. As I passed the van, one of my guys gave me the thumbs up sign. I had been worried that my toy may have overdosed the victim again. I walked off into the night with my toy secure in a paper grocery bag.

Later, I would return to my "lair" and play with my new acquisition....

2011-10-24T12:46:00.000-05:00

Originally posted July 23,2009...

This story was outlined by my playmate "Alice" all those years ago. She never wanted to play out this scene, but it interested her. I have added some to the story, and hopefully given it life...Enjoy!

Thirty one year old Alice had her dream job, Metro 911's lead computer supervisor, the highest rank a dispatcher could attain. She reports directly to the Metro 911 director and the heads of all departments dispatched by the 911 center. Her job is to insure that all the computer aided dispatch systems are kept in working order. It is a great responsibility, and unknown to her, placed her in great danger.

A plot is hatched to disable the system with a virus, throwing the entire Metro area into chaos, and allowing the gang to pull of several large dollar heists at the same time. The gang leaders realize that only the only easy way to input the virus is from the computer supervisors station, located in the lower level of the 911 center, which is the old central police station.
Planning took months, the virus program alone took three hackers six months to create. It was tested, and then the hackers got their reward...they were never seen again. There would be no witnesses.

Today the plot is activated.
Alice swiped her ID card to unlock the door in the lower level of the 911 center which lead to the supervisors console, the only place in the system where changes could be made to the basic programming. She sat down at the console, and adjusted the volume of the radio monitors, to listen to the dispatchers at work. She turned on the workstation and signed in. At this point, Alice began the boring routine of daily status checks, this usually took over an hour, and she had to remain signed in at the workstation just in case something came up..and it was about to...

There was a knock on the door, a voice at the door said “you need to look at this strange dispatch we just got at the printers. Alice rose from the work station and moved to open the door. She forgot to password protect the workstation...it would be her last mistake.

The voice at the door sounded familiar but she couldn't place it. She opened the door and froze in shock – there stood a woman who looked just like her!
It was like looking in a mirror. Same hair style, same uniform of short sleeved blue shirt and dark blue skirt, even the name badge had her name on it. The voice – it sounded like hers! She was even wearing the same style of boots Alice always wore The woman held a clipboard, and took Alice's moment of hesitation for her to use it.

The woman jabbed Alice in the throat with the edge of the clipboard.
Alice grabbed at her neck and staggered back into the room with her double swinging the clipboard again. This time the edge of the board was jammed into her belly, dropping Alice to her knees.

Her double kicked the door closed, and returned to the choking and gasping blond. From her waistband the double produced a long cable tie, fit it together into a loop and slipped it over the uniformed blond's head, jerking it tightly around her neck.

Caryn was one of the gangs female members, she was selected for her close resemblance to Alice, and with a dye job and some plastic surgery, even fooled two dispatchers when Caryn was sent to their homes to try her new look out on.
Both of the unfortunate uniformed women paid for their mistake with their lives, victims of Caryn's martial arts training, their beaten and battered bodies packed in 55 gallon drums resting at the bottom of a deep water filled quarry on the outskirts of town.

According to the plan, Caryn didn't need to beat Alice to death , the cable tie around her neck would take care of that, but Caryn discovered a sadistic pleasure when she was destroying those uniformed dispatchers, and Alice was going to something special...
Quickly, before the cable tie took away her fun, she pulled the choking Alice to a wiring rack on one side of the room, where there is a ladder attached to the racking. Caryn stood Alice up as best she could and pushed her arms behind her and between the rungs of the ladder which forced her to stand even tho her knees wouldn't allow that.
Caryn now took aim on her target, martial arts were too quick for this bitch, she'd finish her off the old fashioned way.
Caryn's fists flew, first working over Alice's face, then targeting the 34c's under the same blue uniform shirt that Caryn wore, punching and flattening them with each powerful punch.
Caryn then moved to Alice's belly, burying her fists deep into Alice's soft belly.

Then she reached up and gave the cable tie one final jerk, closing off the woman's wind pipe, and sealing her fate. Caryn finished her off with chops and kicks to her body, causing Alice to slip from the ladder and collapse to the floor in her death convulsions.
Breathing heavily, Caryn looked down at her beaten doubles's body , it's death spasms, causing Alice's beaten boobs to jiggle under her uniform shirt. “don't look like me now do ya bitch!” Caryn growled and looked at the clock..”time to go to work”.

She moved to the workstation and saw Alice was still signed in. All daily back ups completed, so the plan was ready to put in place. Caryn produced a Cd which she inserted in the work station, and booted up. While the disc was loading it was time to dispose of Alice's body. First, the program virus, now loading in the system took over the lower level security cameras, and inserted a loop showing only empty hallways. Caryn yanked Alice's ID card from it's lanyard around the dead woman's neck and slipped it in her waistband. She opened the door to the hall and peeked out...no one there. She dragged the dead supervisor's body down the hall to the trash compactor, which, according to plan had been emptied this noon.
Hefting Alice's body up to the railing around the edge of the compactor, Caryn couldn't resist one final dig at her double. She grabbed both breasts, and dug her fingers in, ripping the uniform shirt open.
“AW man! Hers are real!” Caryn whined. She flipped the body over the railing into the compactor pit and pushed the start button. She watched the piston push some trash and the uniformed body into a partially empty dumpster. When the cycle was over, she kicked three times at the enclosure. There were two answering kicks, and the dumpster was hauled away for disposal, replaced with an empty.
Caryn walked back to the door, passing two oncoming shift dispatchers who waved, Caryn thought “still working”..
She opened the security door and moved to the workstation. The program had loaded and verified, all that remained was for her to enter her password to enable the program. She entered “Fuck Alice” and hit enter.

Caryn removed the CD, shut down the work station, wiped the keyboard down, and left the room, turning for the underground parking garage, and her escape.

Back at the “base” Caryn came in to discover a 55 gallon drum with Alice's battered body partially hanging out of it.
The big boss walked over and shook her hand. “everything is working to plan, by this time tomorrow, we'll be rich, and they will still be trying to pick up the pieces!” The big boss walked over to the barrel, grabbed a handful of Alice's hair and pulled her head up. “ Kinda rough on her, yes?”
“The cable tie was a nice touch! A dispatcher who can't talk! Great!”
releasing Alice's head, the Boss continued “Now , about You....”
“yes..” Caryn interrupted, “ when can I get out of this bitch's uniform and dye my hair back...I'd like to keep the boobies tho”
As Caryn was talking, two of the boss's henchmen silently moved in behind her.
The boss said “ Well, here's the thing, we have this policy ( the henchmen stepped up to her side and grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back)
and that is ..no witnesses.” the boss continued, “You screwed up, Good thing we had someone in the parking garage. You, supposedly her ( pointing at Alice) were seen getting into a car that was not hers!” ( the henchmen handcuffed Caryn's arms behind her back and pushed her into a chair)
“But it has been dealt with.” the boss opened a curtain and one end of the room, and there was a brunette dispatcher, hung by the neck, and very dead.
Caryn bristled, her cuffed arms were no use to her now, but she could still kick her way out, if needed.
Moving to his desk, the boss picked up a gun, and fired at the seated woman. A dart embedded itself in Caryn's chest, just to the inside of the badge on her uniform shirt “NO witnesses!!! was the last thing she heard the boss say as she passed out.

“She's all yours boys, take her out, as she took out this one...and have fun!”

The two henchmen strapped two cable ties around Caryn's ankles, then dragged her from the room.
When she awoke, Caryn was tied to a post in some room. She was still wearing that uniform, but her arms behind her, and her legs were tightly bound to that post, making escape impossible.
On a table in front of her was every devise available to inflict pain and suffering. The two henchmen took turns punching, whipping, beating and finally strangling Caryn to death. Her body, still in a shredded uniform was dragged to the garage where it was packed in a drum, next to Alice and the unfortunate witness. That night a truck drove the drums to the abandoned water filled quarry, where the three womens bodies joined untold numbers already dumped there.......

Along Came a Spider....

2011-10-23T19:25:00.001-05:00

Originally posted Oct 6,2009

It's been a couple of weeks but I hope it has been worthwhile! My creative muse returned and with a late night sound track by XM's Cinemagic, (who seem to be playing dark music at that time of night) I have drawn a series.
At a forum I visit, we were conversing about strange death scenes in the movies. knives, guns, arrows, etc didn't count, unless there was some unusual way they were used. The film Runaway with Tom Selleck and Gene Simmons was brought up.
I remember the movie for "extra" Carol Teasdale ( as Sally the tech officer) getting stung by one of the spiders ( a screen grab is posted here ) knowing what I draw, I was challenged to create a spider scene using one of my playmates as the victim. Another member in the forum sent me a link to download the movie from Blockbuster to use as a reference as google didn't have much about these spiders.
I drew one pic which is here and several more which will appear next in part two.
while coloring the drawings, I often create a story in my mind, this time....I created a series!
Here is part one....
Enjoy!

My new toy was delivered today....
A special Robot spider, custom built by one of my devious friends. Came complete with one of those little net book 'puters, loaded with the control software. It's loaded with all the latest gadgets, facial recognition software, human body target software, and weapons! It can inject with one of two needles, the main “gun” is located on top of the unit, with a shorter back up on the underside, it can also shock like a taser or stun gun, but that limits it's power supply so it is only a last resort.
Time to check this baby out. I checked my dungeon, no suitable subjects. Damn!Picking up my cell phone, I called my 'boys'.

“Hey! Where the heck are you? Not branching out on your own are you?”

“No Boss, we're out scouting, for the next time. “ Came the reply.

“The time is now.” I said. “whatcha got?”

“Give us an hour, we 'll have a 5 foot 6 Blondie, with a great shape, which is hidden, get this boss, under a Metro Dispatcher's uniform at the moment! We know how much you like babes in uniform” the voice on my phone said.

“Well.... pick her up!” I responded, trying not to sound excited.

“She's at the 7-11 near her house, we'll get her when she gets home, less attention there. Like I said, we'll deliver in about an hour.' said the voice on the phone.

“All right, I have my new toy to try out, so don't be late!” I barked, then disconnected the phone. I connected my new beastie to it's quick charger, and selected something new I wanted to try to fill it's injection tank.

Out on the town, my boys watched Metro Dispatcher Alice leave the 7-11 and get in her car. They followed her home, driving by as she closed her garage door and went in the back door to the house. They turned the van around at the corner and pulled up in front of the house.
One of the boys got out carrying a flower box and a clip board, stopping to slap a magnetic sign on the side of the van facing the house saying “Central Florist”.
He walked up to the door and rang the bell.

Alice was just about to go down the hall and change when the bell rang. She paused at the living room window to see a florists van parked out front. She opened the door to see a man holding a long box like roses come in and one of those metal clipboards with the storage compartment on the bottom.

“Alice James?”he said.

She nodded “Yes”

“I have these for you.” he said holding out the box.

Alice took the box, but before she could open it, the man said:

“Please sign here” holding out the clipboard and a pen.

Alice placed the box on the back of the sofa, and took the pen. The man held the clipboard
in front of her, and as she reached out to sign, he shoved the board into her chest and touched a secret button on the bottom. Hidden in the bottom compartment was a powerful stun gun, when the man touched the button two needle sharp electrodes sprang out from the end facing the dispatcher, and into her breasts, then the shock was delivered.

Alice gave out a little shriek, and collapsed to the floor moaning.
Her attacker stepped fully in the room and closed the door. This was the signal to the van driver who pulled into the driveway and to the garage door at the rear of the house. He slid the side door open and pulled the sign off the outside.

Back in the house, the attacker flipped Alice over on her stomach, placed the electrode tips to the base of her neck and fired the stun gun again and again.
Alice cried out and convulsed with each shock, finally passing out .
The man opened the flower box and produced several extra large zip ties, which he used to bind the dispatcher's arms and legs. He picked her up and dragged her towards the rear door, and the waiting van.....

True to their word, and faster than the Pizza guy, forty five minutes later, the guys dragged a bound,uniformed blond down the hall and into the dungeon.

“Set her up on the post guys” I called from the lab, where I was setting up my new toy.

They laid her on a table and cut away the zip ties then began to wind ropes around her body, a couple of turns below her boobs and then a turn above. This formed part of a harness, which would be used to hold her up against the post on one side of the room. They clipped these loops together with a snap ring, and tied the loose end in a knot. Then they continued winding the rope around the dispatcher's upper body, now including her arms. Next a short rope around her wrists, and another at her knees, this one also included a snap ring.
Lastly, they added a leather belt around her waist, cinching tightly over the belt on her skirt and under her vest. This belt had an attached ring at the middle of her back, to which they added a last snap ring. The guys then lifted her off the table and moved towards the post.
The post was a massive 6 x 6, cemented into the floor and bolted to a joist in the ceiling.
In reality, it supported nothing, but looked like it could hold up the whole building.
On each side, metal rings were attached at regular spacing from top to almost the floor.

They guys stood the unconscious blond against the post and attached the snap rings in her bondage to the appropriate post ring, so that, even unconscious, she was held in a standing position, with out looking tightly bound. The belt , hidden under her vest took most of her weight, the rope harness just kept her upright.

They guys, feeling proud of their work, walked away, and into my office, control room, evil lair, whatever you want to call it.

“OK boss, we're done” one said.

“Are you sure?” I replied. This is a high tech dungeon with all the modern video conveniences.
I switched on the closest camera to my new captives position to inspect my goods.

Oh wait, yea here.” the other said, handing me three thumb drives and a flash card.

“Let me look first.” I said taking the drives and inserting one into a laptop.

Now, I trust my “guys” about as far as I can throw them so I insist the wear these little “lipstick” cameras and a solid state recorder on their captures. Each guy wears one mounted in a baseball cap, and there is one mounted in the van covering the transport area. The flash card records the camera mounted in the clipboard. This not only keeps the guys honest (no playing with the goods), but allows me to enjoy the capture without being there.

I watched the footage of Alice's capture, the expression on her face when the stun gun first hit her was priceless. As I watched the recording from the clip board cam, I asked
“How'd you know her name?”

“Easy boss, this isn't the first day we watched her. We have been setting up some of these babes for awhile, making a list of possibles and how to get them” replied the first.
The second one chimed in “ In blondie's case, we went on the Internet. Metro dispatch has a web site, and a link to it's personnel, with pictures and their metro email address. It was simple to match up the faces!”

“Ok.”I said, tossing an envelope at the guys. “She'll do, how many more do you have on your list?”

“Out of 40 people working at Metro dispatch, we found 5 other, single, childless, good lookers, we think we can pick up easily.” said the first confidently.

“Five more just at metro, don't you think the cops will see a pattern here?” I replied.

“Nah, were not going after them all in a row, we have others, besides we'll figure out when they get time off and take them on weekends or at the start of vacation. It'll look like the went missing elsewhere. Besides we have others that will keep you interested in the meantime", replied the second.

“Alright get outta here, and don't get drunk, like the last time. I may need you again soon”
I watched the guys leave the room offering their usual thanks and jabs at my fun and games to follow.

Time to personally inspect my new “play toy”
As I said, this is a high tech dungeon, when the guys left , I closed the doors behind them, and added a sleeping gas to the air, to insure she offers no resistance until I am ready.
Looking at a computer screen, I saw that the room air had been purged, and was safe to enter.

I clicked on my cell phone's walkie talkie.

“Eve, meet me in room 3, I have a new one.”

“okay boss, I need my stuff, right?” came the reply.

“I think she'll need a touch up” I said and closed the phone.

Walking in the room I was treated to this sight as I walked around the unconscious form bound to the post:
Honey blond hair to her shoulders, about 5 foot 6 tall, nice shape, I guessed 34 c 24 34, wearing the standard issue metro dispatch winter uniform, a light blue, long sleeved shirt with their 9-1-1 insignia on each shoulder, a navy blue skirt,vest, and ladies cross tie. On the vest was the silver Metro dispatchers badge over her left breast and a silver name bar with “A. James” engraved on it over her right. Plus, she was wearing black boots, sensible square heeled ones.

I lifted her head by the chin. Opening one eye with my thumb, I saw nice green eyes, no contacts either. Just then Eve came in with her “kit”.
The boys had roughed her up a bit, her eye make up had run from tears, her lipstick was smeared, and her uniform was disarrayed from the struggle ( and the fondling one of my boys gave her, that I saw on his camera footage )

Eve was my assistant, my “partner in crime”. She knew where the bodies were buried, literally, (she buried some of them herself) and helped me play with most of my “toys”.
Eve had been a hair dresser in one of her her previous lives, and knew how I liked my acquisitions to look, before I started to play with them.

She produced a plastic piece of gear that held Alice's head level while she worked on it, it also hooked to the post. While she cleaned the make up off the dispatcher's face, I returned to my office and selected a screen grab off one of the guy's cams of Alice answering the door. I printed it out and brought it to Eve. She looked at it and nodded, then got to work. I returned to the work shop and fed the thumb drive screen grab into the spider control software. Now, if this worked as advertised, it would seek out Alice by facial recognition, which might be useful in the future.

When I returned to the room Eve had just finished Alice's make up and was removing the hold up device so she could fix her hair. Then she adjusted the uniform as best she could, given the woman was wrapped in rope. Finished, she grabbed a had full of Alice's hair from behind and pulled her head upright for me to inspect. I nodded and she let the dispatcher's head drop back down. She walked in front of her and grabbed Alice's bound breasts giving the area where her nipples should be a hard pinch, and a slight moan and inhale was heard from from her.

Smoothing the hair she had grabbed, Eve purred “She'll be fine, she's waking up now. What are you going to do with her? I'd like to have a session with her, my crop would love to beat on those boobs.”

“Sorry babe, this one's an experiment, you may not get the chance. Come back to the control room in an hour, I'll start the real show then” I replied as she walked out the room with a disappointed look on her face....

Alice awoke in a fog, she remembered being attacked by that guy with the clipboard but didn't understand where she was or why she couldn't move, but was standing. She began to test her bindings, then called out for help, but there would be no rescue....

As soon as she began to move, I switched on seven of the ten cameras in the dungeon that were trained on her. The other three would be for the movements and actions of the spider. Each high def, digital camera fed into it's own computer with terabytes of storage, I can record ten hours of video and still have room for more.
I watched her struggle for about a half hour, and the Eve returned.

“So what's the deal?” she said looking at the main screen, which was showing Alice from the waist up.

“How about this?” I said lifting a towel off my spider which was sitting on the desk.

“What the fuck!” she shrieked, jumping back from the desk.

“Don't worry, it's programed to go after her when in auto mode, right now I control it from here”
I said tapping the net book. I attached the joystick to a port on the side of the computer, tapped a couple of keys and the spider shuddered.
“Its on now” I said, moving the stick, causing the spider to walk a 360 circle for inspection.
“Watch this, this spider stings” I touched a button on the controller and a six inch needle sprang out from the front of the spider. A drop of green fluid formed at the tip of the needle.

“What's that stuff?” said Eve, looking intently now at the spider “What does it do?”

“That, my friend might be why you won't get to play with her when I'm done. It is something new I picked up and if it works, you can have an interesting time whipping the uniform off her later, if not, well ... they say you can't beat a dead horse....” I said looking for the reason why the fluid was at the tip of the needle.

“I'll bet I could!” snickered Eve, now looking at the main screen, watching Alice struggle against her ropes...

“She's responsive enough now.” I said, picking up my toy. I walked to the hallway door to the dungeon and set my pet on the floor.
“Show time! Wait until she gets a load of this!” I switched the spider on, walked to the net book and set him on manual control. “Let's have some fun!”

Back in the dungeon, Alice awaited her captors, bound to a post. Her bindings were not overly tight, except for her wrists and ankles, but did not allow her to move from her standing position. She called out to her captors and struggled until she realized this was futile, she would just have to wait and see what was to happen to her.

She looked at her surroundings again and again guessing at what each apparatus was for, but secretly imagining herself attached to it.

This room was decorated like and old dungeon, with stone walls and floors, massive posts and beams with metal rings strapped to them, rings bolted to walls and even the floor. She also noticed several drain grids in the floor, more than she guessed were needed in a room this size.

Alice looked around the room at the apparatus spread around it. She recognized the massive rack, updated with an electric motor, the iron maiden, a saw horse looking thing with a massive gnarled male appendage looking thing sprouting from it, and a motor below it, she shuddered to think of what that would feel like, it would surely split her open. Towards another wall were high backed chairs, one looking like an electric chair, another without a seat, and two didoes attached to a motor. She saw a storage rack attached to another wall with all sorts of straps, whips, chains, restraints and ropes hanging from it. There were a couple of benches, with straps and again a motor driven dildo. And lastly a couple of pipe apparatuses which looked infinitely adjustable, and the other looked like it was set up to crush her boobs in, she hoped she'd never have to find out about them...

Decorating all the walls were weapons, crossbows and cross bow pistols, old and new. Medieval weapons like axes, spears, daggers, and maces, modern weapons like an air soft gun, paint ball pistols, and cattle prods, even a tazer.

There was a “X” cross leaning against the final wall, but it had a bed of nails laying on the floor below it.

Then there were the cameras, three of them on tripods, one in front of her and one off to each side. As the bound dispatcher looked around she found several more up in the ceiling, and in the corners.

Alice called out to her captors again, feeling they must be watching her, but no answer...
moments later, the steel clad door slid sideways revealing a similarly decorated hallway.
Then she heard a noise, sounded like several small motors and clicking sounds. Rounding the corner and entering the room was what looked like a mechanical spider or crab, walking on six legs, the front raised out threateningly.

Alice began screaming at the top of her lungs as the thing crawled across the floor towards her, her struggles to escape her bindings resumed with new strength.
The robot, who's body was about six inches long and three inches wide crawled across the floor to a point in front of her, raised up towards her and stopped in it's reared position.
Alice's screams subsided to cries on “no..please... help... go away!” then moans as she struggled to escape, while watching the spider appear to look at her.

Suddenly, the spider came alive again, the six inch needle springing out of a ridge along it's top, and it sprang at the bound girl.
The dispatcher shrieked and began screaming again..”Go away! Noooo! Please! What did I do to you?! Let me go!!
The robot's needle retracted, and it moved across her boots, Alice tried to kick it away but was unsuccessful due to her bound ankles. She watched as the spider now moved along the floor to the wall, and crawled up it to a beam just below the ceiling . Then it moved along the beam to a point just above her. The bot raised it's front legs again and worked the needle in and out, sending the dispatcher into another screaming fit . The bot then made some movements Alice was unable to see, but suddenly it jumped off the beam towards her, and another long scream was heard. The robot spider stopped in mid fall attached to a filament it was making, and slowly lowered itself until it was level with the woman's shoulder.

Alice continued to scream as the spider hung next to her, inches away from touching her....

I jiggled the spider by twitching his legs and each time, the blond screamed. I decided I had played enough, so I set the robot on auto, and moved to the vid cams to watch the fun.

Inside the Dungeon Alice was screaming hysterically, the spider, which had been motionless for a moment or two now sprang back to life again, re positioning itself and turning the weapon end towards her neck. It was unable to spring the needle out far enough from where I had left it hanging, so it began a new set of movements, and started a swinging motion.

As it approached it's victim it cut it's cord to the beam above and swinging free, grabbed on to Alice's right boob, the six legs pulling inward and clawing at the uniform vest to keep from falling off.

Despite her best efforts at shaking her chest side to side, the blond could not dislodge the robot, as it kept repositioning it's legs, hooking them under her vest at her shoulder, and chest, moving them inward to hold on,straining the silver buttons holding her vest together.

The bot now began to close in on it's target, and move upward towards her neck. It reached out a claw and hooked her collar, but Alice's struggles caused the bot to close its claws inward to hold on again, and the claw on the blond's collar tore the collar and tie open.

I watched this dance go on for several minutes as the bot would move a bit higher, only to have the struggles of the bound beauty cause it to slip, some times causing one of it's claws to tear a part of Alice's clothing further open. Alice strained to keep her head as far back and away from the spider bot as she could, but she was fighting a loosing battle.

The bot stopped moving for several seconds, I had to look at the laptop to confirm it was
still functioning, but then, it made a clever move. Unseen by Alice, it reached out with one of it's front claws and placed the point on her throat, right where the throat meets the chest, and pushed. Almost instantly, reflex action caused the blond to jerk her head downward. The bot
also reacted and it's needle sprang outward and into the woman's neck!

Alice let out an animal like scream, as her eyes opened as far as possible, the tears continuing to stream down her cheeks, smearing her eye make up further. her scream turned into a garbled gurgling moan as the tank emptied into the needle and her bloodstream. Her eyes closed and her head fell forward pushing the needle further in. The woman began to tremble, as the chemicals coursed into her bloodstream, and unbeknownst to me, into her brain.

The spider bot having completed it's task, retracted it's needle and then sprang backwards off the now convulsing body. It landed upright on the floor and then hid under a nearby table.

Alice was now in full seizure, her convulsions far worse than her struggles before. As her head lifted I could see her foaming at the mouth, and this was not supposed to happen.
Then suddenly as the convulsions started, they stopped, and she just went limp against her ropes. I deactivated the spider bot, Eve and I went in to check out the damage.

Eve grabbed Alice's head by the hair and lifted it. Her eyes were partially open in a death stare, greenish foam still dripping from her mouth.

Eve let go and pulled out her stethoscope. Ripping Alice's shirt open she began to check for a heartbeat - there was none.
"She's dead." Eve said dejectedly. "What happened? Your toy get carried away"?

I retrieved my toy from it's hiding spot. "The tanks are empty, that shouldn't have happened"
I went back for the laptop. Checking the settings, I realized I had not set the dosage, and the default was to empty the tanks. After all, it was an assassin bot.
"Oh well" I said returning to Eve, "It was a test, and I just didn't set it up right".

"What are you going to do with this now?" she said patting one of Alice's now exposed boobs."Too bad babe, you'd have looked great squirming under my cat - o - nine tails."

"I think I'll let the boys take care of this one, by the time they will be here, the chemicals should be inert and undetectable..." They both had the hands - err eyes on this one anyway."

When the boys showed up, smelling of booze - I should have bet them on that, I told them to dispose of our blond dispatcher, she wouldn't be talking to anyone soon.

I switched on a camera when the boys entered the room. They untied the body from the post and dragged her out into the hall. I switched on the hall camera just in time to see them tear the uniform off Alice in about 10 seconds, and carry the now nude form into a near by storeroom....

Seems I have agreed to draw a commission.....

2011-10-18T12:30:00.000-05:00

After weeks of prodding by a fan at DeviantArt ( and the offer of some large $$) I have finally agreed to draw a set of a scene for a fan, featuring his wife- who is a uniformed 911 dispatcher.
I stopped doing commissions back about 10 years ago because the stress of my real world added to the sudden crashing of my Yahoo groups ( in the great Yahoo "purge") was just too much. Add to that a client who, inspite of sending him weekly .jpg updates wasn't happy with the finished drawing, wanted changes and tried to get my brand new paypal account suspended over the $10 he paid for almost three weeks of work - and he wouldn't return the original ( said the hated it so much, he trashed it).
Drawing wifes and girlfriends is walking a tightrope... How do you get proof that the girls in the pic is really who they say it is? Is the client a stalker? an "ex" wanting to get even?
I received a large .jpg showing a smiling girl next door type dishwater blond in a uniform.
what finally hooked me was a cell phone grade pic of her holding a poster board, handwritten in marker was:
Nightposter, It's Ok! Do your worst to me! I use Photoshop...if it was a fake he didn't need me to draw him something!
So...I said OK
My mail box was suddenly filled with high quality photos of this lady...all posed for the camera, no "stalker" shots in the bunch. Ten "reference" shots - head to toe shots of her from different angles - in uniform
three shots of her in civilian clothes, including a bikini shot. The rest were pof scared, shocked type faces, a waist up shot of her slumped against a wall her shirt open to reveal a sexy bra, and some of her crumpled, collapsed on the floor or against things... al larger than 1 meg in size!

Geez, I remember not long ago (like 15 years or so) agonizing over downloading a 50k image because it would take 20 minutes to download on dial up!
Well I guess well see what happens.....

Remembering "Alice"

2011-08-05T13:27:00.000-05:00

Friday, August 5, 2011

Remembering "Alice"

(22 years ago last month, I lost "Alice")

Remembering “Alice”

Of course Alice is not her real name, I picked that out of a phone book one night when I decided to give the artworks some life. Her name starts with an “A” so I opened the phone book to a random page, closed my eyes and put my finger on the page. I decided I would use the first name beginning with an A that I found. First one “Alice”...Hmmm Didn't do anything for me, so I flipped the pages and tried again. This time the first A name was hers... couldn't use that. Third try...”Alice” came up again. The oldies station in the background had started playing “Alice's Restaurant” by Arlo Guthrie, I took it as sign from her, and “Alice” she was.

I met her in 1980, six months after starting to date “Kim” seriously. Kim had set up these late night “unwind” get togethers in a meeting room at a brightly lit family coffee shop in the suburbs. Once a weekend on Sunday night, between 5 -20 public safety “people” (dispatchers, clerks, meter maids, security officers, emts, and even a nurse ) would show up. Male cops were not invited or encouraged to show, because they often treated it like a “meet market”, but male dispatchers were OK ( which is how I was invited ) We even had three female cops show from time to time...

A sometimes encouraged topic was “fantasies at work” and you'd be surprised at some of the fantasies we heard about. Some of them have been written about or drawn at one time or another, and most were role played out ..
Kim would bring over to her place,(later, after we got the house, there) those she talked to that wanted to play out their fantasies. Another guy ( who I haven't talked about ) and I were often enlisted to be the bad guys, sometimes they brought their own boy friends or husbands to play along.

Kim had taken Stunt person courses while on the west coast, and was like the director of the role plays, and if not taking part, sometimes I took pictures, or at least wrote down the scene and made a sketch ( that is the basis for most of the works I have drawn)

One night Alice showed up at the door, 22 years old, five foot six, about 115 pounds 34c – 25-34 Honey blond hair touching her shoulders, and hazel green eyes.
A very nice looking “girl next door” type, with eastern European features.

Her parents had escaped from the Czech Republic during WWII in their 20's, fleeing to Chicago to be with relatives. They set up housekeeping in a south west side Chicago bungalow. Alice was born in 1958 and attended Catholic schools in Chicago. By the time I met her both her parents had passed away, her dad in a job accident in 1970 and her mom ( as Alice put it) of a broken heart in 1975. She lived alone in the family home, the settlement from her dad's accident paying off the house, and still paying the monthly bills. I found her kind of shy at first, those hazel green eyes peeking out from under her hair style at the time, parted down the middle with kind of “blinders” of hair on each side of her face swept back on her ears ( kind of like the pic posted here, but more pronounced )

Anyway, she had been talking with Kim regularly and was ready to try to play out one of her fantasies with us. She was dressed in a classic white shirt, a black skirt, a couple inches above the knee, and her ever present black boots. (just below knee high, leather and about 2 inch square heels – for you boot lovers) She carried a small gym bag, and had a garment bag over her shoulder. She handed me a folder, “This is what I want to do.”
Glancing over the typed pages, I saw that this scene involved some tight
specific bondage . I asked her if she'd ever been tied up before.
Blushing deeply she replied once she had her wrists tied to her bed posts with scarves. Kim interrupted her and escorted her to a bed room to change.

When she got back Kim told me the whole story.
Alice had not had a boyfriend since high school, and the first guy she met, three years ago, persuaded her to let him tie her to her bed. After she is tied down, her tries to have sex with her. She tells him that she hasn't had sex with a man, and didn't want to have sex yet, this guy stormed out, leaving her bound to the bed. It was the next day before she finally got loose, by using her legs to separate one of the posts from the bed frame so she could slip her wrist off the post.
She wants to do this scene, and Kim says she trusts me to be the bad guy.
Kim and Connie will also be there, Connie being another victim in the scene.

I have one rule involving anyone who hasn't been tied before. I will not just jump into playing with out “testing her limits” so to speak.

First, I use 1 inch masking tape as her bondage. I show her how easily it will break if she gets overwhelmed, but tell her it is steel, and she can't break it. If that goes well we move to real restraints.

Before we start we discuss safe words and sounds, and when to use them.
I show her a seat belt cutter that is always in plain sight, and if she needs out, I won't hesitate to ruin ropes or leather straps to free her.

I prefer sounds, three short grunts, barks or moans in quick succession
like s-o-s, if gagged or not. I also tell her that words like NO – Don't – Stop! Will mean No, don't stop! Unless preceded by our safeword
that word means a time out, then anything she says, like it's too tight, or I gotta pee,or my nose itches, can be addressed often without untying her.

Alice returns to the room dressed in her work uniform -
(note here: I do not draw her in her real work uniform, as at the time it was custom ordered, not a standard issue like what I draw her in. The colors and style of shirt, vest, and skirt were unique at the time. The shoulder patch was unique to the department she worked for. When I decided to draw her I knew I'd have to use something else, What I drew is also used by Danish policewomen at that time, is still used by Japanese police women, and was available in a couple of uniform catalogs I had at the time. )
-I told her the above, we settled on a safe word, and she passed my tests well, she could even get her elbows to touch.

About that time Connie arrived and went to change. Alice placed the gym bag on the coffee table in front of me. I opened it and found several “toys”
that she wanted used on her during the scene. Again blushing, she said that is what she uses when she needs to. Kim and I laughed.

“This one is my favorite” she said picking up a realistic looking dildo.
Also in the bag were an “O” ring harness gag and it's penis plug.
“ I put that in to help keep me quiet while I'm playing, and I want you to use it too”.

Connie came back and we discussed the scene, after agreeing that it could be done almost the way Alice had written it, we got busy.
Several hours later, after Alice had been tightly tied, clothing destroyed, and brought to several orgasms by her toy, the four of us went out to dinner.

Afterward, Alice thanked us, excused herself from the table and went home. I didn't see her again for months, I heard her on the police radio when I was working, Kim said she talked with her at least once a week out side of work.

We played with her three or four times a year over the next four and a half years I lived with Kim, and we saw her weekly at our “meets”.

All this time she remained single, and resisted two attempts by Kim to fix her up with a guy.

When Kim and I split up (which is a story by itself, short version, an ex- boyfriend who wouldn't take no for an answer “kidnapped” her, held her, got her pregnant, and then blackmailed her with photos taken from our house, showing her and other girls “playing”)

Kim recruited Alice to replace her in my life. Connie was the front choice, but Kim thought (correctly) that Connie's “limits” were harsher than mine, and that things wouldn't work out. ( she was right Connie was a card carrying “pain slut”, while Kim and the others played at being beaten up and choked, Connie wanted no pulled punches, if she didn't get bruised, it wasn't good, and as time went on her 'limits' went further and further )

She asked Alice, who readily agreed, saying she was holding a “thing” for me.

So it began, Alice was mostly a “tape my hands, toss me on the bed, sofa, or floor, and “wreck” me” kind of girl. “Wrecking” was the process of destroying what ever she was wearing. That was a big turn on to her. Most of the time, she cuddled up next to me, put her hands in a “scrunchie” ( this elastic band usually used to gather hair into a pony tail, she had a stretched out one she could slide both hands into.) behind her back and wanted me to paw her all over her body.

Once in a while she would hand me a scene, or ask me to do something that was totally out of line for her. Attacking her in her car, then disposing of her body, dragging it in the mud to a creek where she is rolled town the embankment. ( we did that one at Kim's parent's cottage in northern Wisconsin one rainy spring ). Attacking her and giving her her first “anal” ( it wasn't the last), buying, setting up and filling one of those inflatable “kiddie pools” (in her basement) so I could drown her in it (used only one weekend - good thing the basement wasn't finished, we drained the pool in one scene all over the floor)

We took our vacations together, going east, then south, finally west, where she fell in love with the central coast of Oregon. Far enough away from the cities, but still close enough. We decided to find jobs there, and move.
I was working on a 911 committee at the time, she told me to stay on until it was looking like it would either complete or stall out. It would be experience I could use there.
She found a job in a small town on the coast working for the county dispatch center. They did it all local police, fire, sheriff, and public works.

Alice sold the family home and had more than enough money to outright buy a nice home out there. I moved her out there and we spent a week breaking in the new house, and “wrecking” the last of her old work uniforms.

I returned home, never to see her alive again. Two months later, while returning from a training session at a fire station “up in the hills”
Alice collided with or was run off the road by a red truck. ( paint chips matched a red color used by Ford on its trucks ) her car went into and over a guard rail, rolling multiple times 275 feet down the embankment ending up upside down in a rain swollen creek.

The vehicle that hit her did not stop and was never found. Her car was found four days later by county crews fixing the guard rail.
I flew out there, and identified her body. They told me she was probably dead before the car went into the water, one of the roll overs broke her neck.

I got a lot of support from those people out there, they really liked Alice.
While looking around the house for things I didn't want anyone to find, I found a manila envelope marked “in case of my death”.
Inside was her will, and two letters for me, one dated the day after I left for home.
I figured I'd take her home to be buried next to her parents, but her wishes put an end to that. Alice is buried in a double plot with a view of the mountains she loved. I was to be buried next to her, if I had not married ( and I am, so that will never happen now) A fund was set up to provide fresh flowers every birthday and day of passing. The remainder of her small “fortune” was to go to me, but I donated it to the county to provide EMT training. Locals more than matched the donation.
I visited her grave on the first anniversary of the accident, but I've never been back.

In her letter to me “ If you are reading this, I must be dead”...
Alice thanked me for bringing her out of her “shell”, she told me how much she loved me, and how happy she was when we “played”.
She said I should remember her bound and gagged on the bed waiting for whatever I had planned for her, I had no idea how much I excited her at those moments.
She told me of the secret hiding place she had for her writings and pictures we shared, and where the “toys” were, and I went and found them.

There were pictures I had taken and a large folder of her fantasy scenes, most I had never seen before. There was also a sealed plastic bag.

On the morning I left for home, Alice was to leave for work right after my departure. She made me breakfast, and while I ate, dressed for work.
When she came back into the kitchen, well, one thing led to another, and we were on the floor, I was giving her a good “wrecking”, and she was not stopping me. I dumped my load all over the front of her wrecked uniform shirt, she sat up and started crying. “When will you do this to me again?
Please come back soon!” I left her standing at the back door wearing that torn uniform.
She folded it neatly, and slipped it into this plastic bag, the only things missing were the badge and name bar.

Some years later I found another I wanted to marry, and the night before we moved in together, I turned my physical memories of Alice into ashes.
I have a couple of “nice “ pics left, and her writings, which were packed away for years, and forgotten until I found my note book from all the scenes Kim and I played at in about 1992. The rest... is in my stories and drawings.

Some people have taken me to task for writing and drawing such terrible things about the “poor dead girl”
Most of what I have rewritten are cleaned up versions of her fantasies.

One Night in the Station originally had the bad guy forcing her to have oral sex with him..and more.. In Doppleganger, her double beats her down, then has her preform sex with the double, while her attacker loops then tightens the cable tie. The ending had both of them packed in the same barrel.
She wrote several more long stories where she is ravaged and gang banged while at work by prisoners who the brutally take her life.

In her letter to me she seemed to beg me to keep her memory alive, she asked me, if I found someone else, to play these fantasies out, at least the ones that could be agreed to ( Connie would have tried them all ).
When she passed away, the Internet was not at all what it is today.
BBS systems, run by local geeks, mostly all text, as it took hours to download small pictures ( and not automatically decoded either )

I started drawing in 1991, I got Internet in 1994 (Compuserve) on a 9600 baud dial up modem, paid for access by the minute too!
Had it all been in place in 1980, I'll bet Kim, Alice, and a couple of the others would have been “web stars”.

So in pictures and stories I try to remember and respect her wishes, and fantasies, honoring them in pictures and words.

I miss you Blondie!
JÁ Amor tebe !!

Return to DA

2011-08-03T22:49:00.000-05:00

After a long absence, I have decided to try DA again. Since leaving I have stalled out creatively and have done no new drawings since March.
There is still some drama in my life, I will know in the next week or two if my home will be foreclosed on... But I have a new job that may turn into my earning almost the same money I made when I got laid off in 2009.
DA will not let me resume my Nightposter ID, so, looking at my Chicago heritage, I signed up as DaNightposter.

DaNightposter.deviantart.com

Update...

2011-05-20T11:05:00.000-05:00

I've been very stagnant with my drawings lately. Real life issues are a part of it, however I'm now working a long term full time temp job that should keep me in pay checks till October, and I'm still applying for a "real" job.

About twenty years ago this month I started drawing what you see now.

my back injury had gotten better enough that I could sit, so I started to draw , because there was nothing else to do late at night....

I drew all sorts of Damsels in Distress in Uniform, because that's what still interested me, having spent the previous decade role playing with lovely ladies in uniform....and things grew from there.

I am going back to my "roots" , so to speak, damsels in distress in uniform, not uniformed damsels being snuffed. When I drew before, I drew a moment in time in a scene...it was up to you the viewer, to decide what happened before...and what would happen next, around the scene I drew.

I am also going to give my "Alice" a vacation ( poor girl, she's been killed more times lately than the bugs in an old Raid commercial) she needs a break to recover...she's not retiring, but just not as main stage as she has been recently....

"Metro Mayhem" is also going to take a step back, the person who commissioned that series ( a fellow DeviantArt member) passed away

(suddenly) a couple of months ago, and I lost direction and inspiration for it.

Punkinhead, and the ladies of Metro will still be around, when an idea comes to mind, but I'm not trying for it as much ....

Summer is here once again, and my weekends ( when I have found time to sit an draw) are filling up with real life, so we will see what happens.

Not giving up yet, just trying to restart...