tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70519019297730678272024-03-20T10:08:33.065+01:00Alectra's PlaygroundsAlectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-37643584092149188482016-12-13T18:50:00.000+01:002016-12-13T18:56:20.265+01:00Growing up - It's my birthday!<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Howdy gals, </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Today I don't have much time - if any - so I'll write a nice story over here, instead of the usual go captions because reasons.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">So 28 years, already, whoa, what it feels to be growing older by the day, changing a little by the minute, dying a bit by the second. Feeling none the wiser but reckless even, growing bolder, becoming more cunning and just learning to survive in the big ol' city. A pessimistic introduction, but Paul hadn't it all handed to him. He had to work for it. He couldn't stop one hour to think about, and weeks started to get pass behind him.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Faster than ever time was growing faster, months catching up. Death could be around the corner, but nonetheless life has to be lived, otherwise you'll become a husk. A memory of your own sorrow. 28 years of hiding things to his family, to his friends, and to himself. It was time to come out and show the world who he was. There would be no more excuses, no more hiding in a closet what he wanted to express. No more excuses, no more buts, no more emtpy thoughts. Just become what he wanted to be. What she wanted him to be. Such an important part of himself hiding, but in the open. Tearing up his mind, controlling him. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Telling him what to do, what to say, how to say it. She appeared one day, out of the blue, as a figment of his imagination. It was dangerous to let her take control, but it was fun, it was nice, it was right. He felt himself doing the right thing. Not a care in the world, nothing to worry about. It was intoxicating, he was losing himself. And then from that other figment of thought came the other.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">A carefree girl, not very bright, but mannipulative on her own. Always getting what she wanted. Making ditzy comments, pouring frisky thoughts and riding on the back, sometimes on the front. She didn't care, she just did it for the fun of getting the other half pissed. It was her little game, but she enjoyed it. She fought for control one day and then they couldn't stop.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">And there I was in the backseat, watching the battle of wills, an unending battle of corrupted thoughts and nice intentions but with evil sugarcoated thoughts. It felt strange and then it felt right</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Sometimes the domme, sometimes the sub, sometimes me, and then not me but her. Crossing our paths, and she was getting more and more control. She was expressing herself through my actions. We were synched, we were one and the same. She complained, she moaned, ouh did she moaned but the other bitched about it.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Soon enough the closet was getting bigger and bigger full pretty dresses, coated with corruption, with evil wicked thoughts, pushing him to be more adventurous. She didn't want to be sometimes her, sometimes me, sometimes the other. She wanted to be her, to be me, and be herself.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">And then one day, he looked at the mirror and he didn't find one place of him on the surface. There she was, with her racy eyes, her glossy lips and slutty mascara. A violet pink hair to complete her face. A mix of the two and none of him.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Following to the bathroom, full disrobed none of him but plenty of her. Long svelte legs, feminine curves and hourglass figure. Manicured hands and dainty fingers. A pretty fragile figure of a really powerful woman. A corny smile on her lips and a seductive tone on her voice. Enthralling eyes and glamorous tone. A giggle there and a giggle here and all would fall for her.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">A full armchair dresser to be what she wanted to be. Striking a pose, rocking her outfit. And there she was and I was none. Soon enough a figment of her imagination. In bondage. Tormented, but allowed to feel, allowed to see, and allowed to be. But not to speak or think. Her thoughts were mine, and none of me was her, but I was all her. And I felt happy.</span></b><br />
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<br />Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-46072188672682282172016-11-06T16:32:00.001+01:002016-11-06T16:33:10.560+01:00The gynarchy - Recruitment Drive -<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Howdy gals, </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Let's end with a high note this too... If you would like to join the Gynarchy, sort of love latex, corruption, mind control, and stuff.. - I know why you are here! - Check this place out:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">I also got a request to translate a caption I've done in the past to english. Working on that...</span></b></div>
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-29589605573502907362016-11-06T16:23:00.001+01:002016-11-06T16:23:19.013+01:00Not a good week (serious post)<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Howdy gals,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">It's not that usual that I go and talk about real life problems over here...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">The thing Is I have something planned for the following months, but I'm stuck with what happened this week... My father went to hospital to get his arm checked, because of a problem that happened this past summer, and what we couldn't think of, happened . I don't know how to explain it because it seems very unreal...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">He had a tumor growing, over the years, without being noticed by anyone. Last summer he got hit by a car, and his arm "started to grow" because the muscle got out of his place. We... We thought it was because of this hit that his arm was growing, like a balloon, but in fact it was the tumor showing up. Fortunately there weren't any complications during the operation so it's all good. But, just thinking what would have had happened it we didn't find about it in time *shivers*</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Anyway, I don't want to end with a bad note, so I'll post a caption I've done a few weeks ago for a group I'm currently following with a couple of friends. More information in a following post...</span></b><br />
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<br />Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-21310789828464516402016-09-16T18:17:00.001+02:002016-09-16T18:17:31.882+02:00Summer Interruptus - Problems and stuff<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Howdy!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">I'm so sorry. I wanted to re-restart the blog. Alas I couldn't. Never plan ahead I guess *sigh* So summer came and it happened to be the worst summer ever. I couldn't do much with my comp and I couldn't do much about anything. I also happened to attend a training course and it filled my spare time quite nicely too...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">There is no excuse for this failure as my personal droid would be saying... Wait that's from SWTOR forget about that :P</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">What to do?, what to do?. Really I should start making a list or something. I'm attending once again University. Yay me!. Also business practices, once again, but this time I hope this render a job!. Less spare time, but not as before. I have much free time ahead, and I'll try. TRY. DO IT! Making stuff over here again. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Well of course, no excuse would happen to be enough. You guys and gal from Rachel Haven surely miss me. I tried to do stuff over there last year, but. Don't plan ahead *sigh* There is no way I could have known I would be so stuffed with RL. I hope this time I can restart this place.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Hugs and Kisses Alectra</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-71043547956695738682015-12-31T01:14:00.000+01:002015-12-31T01:21:21.084+01:00Setting up the blog - Gazillion time -<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Okay gals, setting up the blog and rehasing content, I heard that's quite the novel idea *giggle* Nevermind. It seems Windows 10 - which I have to say I have no big problems so far and that decided it would be cool to update itself in my old laptop, just because - doesn't work well with my version of Photoshop CS6 - there is flickering sometimes and gives me a headache - due to a last udpate, which you can no longer set for whenever you want. I really hope they change that one of these days at Microsoft, it's really annoying.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">I have prepared some ideas running around my head, I have some ideas to be developed, and I'm always up for new challenges and such. I'm pretty sure you must have seen Star Wars by now, or at least you are fan, or maybe not - I'm not sure why, but hey! - So we'll begin with some eyecandy:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Yep, I have been messing around trying to learn new tricks, new ways to improve the blog and my captions, and to bring new content in any way possible. People from The Collective may already have seen it, then again it wasn't on my blog. So all brand new!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Next we have is Tumblr Stories for practice, amusement and easy access. I've done that in the past, but It wasn't that fleshed out, nor good enough, "ENGRISH" DO YOU SPEAK IT! Problems and such. I still have them - probably forever but meh! Here's to you one successful story:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Of course is also a time to celebrate, I've come back to the Haven. The place were I was literally speaking born in the Caption-Verse. The place that have been always other home to play, and learn, and make friends and on and on.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>And Even so, more "new stuff" - From the Collective - which is hard to do, so I may not end up doing them much, but for shenanigans maybe.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">And finally, not finally as the blog will shutdown and will implode and stuff. No. Don't worry. A preview of a story that has yet to move, it will move, not sure when, but someday... I have a general idea but the characters doesn't have a specific motivation, nor I have set the vehicle of the story to mix ancient Egypt with modern days.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">And, AND to end the year I have to say that is have been a pleasure to come back to capping and doing stories, having some time to do what I enjoy, which is writing and have that piece of heaven filled with corruption, which I know you all love - and me too! - I want to say thank you, for staying with me so far, even with the hiatus, the bad and good times. And now finally I want to change the header but have no general idea, nor a picture yet to fix it. Something that will reflect the changes this blog, my style, my artsy, writing and me have changed.</span></b><br />
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-22926256365452506902015-10-20T18:02:00.000+02:002015-10-20T18:31:12.812+02:00Procrastination Advanced Phase / En Plan Perrete (In Spanish / En Español) <span style="color: #a64d79;">Hoy tenía ganas de escribir algo, pero no quería pasarme la tarde corrigiendo errores. Si esto está bien escrito, si es la frase correcta en inglés (Sorry english users, love you, but not enough when there is procrastination around!) Se que esta mal que yo lo diga, pero me resisto a ponerme un pronombre él/ella cuando es muy sencillo en inglés con un the para sustituir a he/she no lo es tanto en español. Así que seguiremos en el género neutro hasta que a la RAE se le ocurra un término que podamos usar. Me siento raro/a usando el género masculino/femenino para una entrada donde estoy creando a un personaje de nuevo, que no soy yo, sino un ente de mi imaginación. Lo he dicho muchas veces a mí me gusta ser quien soy, yo hago un juego de todo esto, aunque para otros sea real, y apoyo al LGTB y todo lo que queráis, pero para mí no cambia nada... Qué os corto el rollo, no os preocupéis que me emociono xD</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">A lo que voy, se también que esta mal para mis adorados fans (?) y lo digo así porque hace mucho que no escribo algo, pero bueno, al menos un dejo un preview de lo que esta por venir en el juego de TWINE que estoy creando. Al menos la intro</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Bueno a lo que vamos. Tenía ganas de escribir una historia - deja vu is that you? - y os la voy a dar, porque tenía ganas de escribir - anda mira un chiste - Perdón por el retraso</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Y no tengo historia, nada, cero, nope, sorry, try next time... ¡Qué no! Qué es broma, que solo estaba tratando de decir que... Me enrollo como las persianas xD</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Ahora sí; (Decir que no tiene título porque en español me suena ultra-ridículo "El Ataque de la reina simbionte" por The Attack of the Symbiote Queen, suena a peli mala que no irías a ver ni de regalo, a qué lo habéis notado)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Otra cosa los inicios de decir: es medianoche, es por la mañana, cae la noche, de madrugada para introducir una situación es redundante y queda feo en español. En inglés quedas bien: It's midgnight, Morning, the sun is falling, Early morning,.. Qué si, que ya paro, qué no os cuento la historia. Skip a toda esta parte sino te interesa gracias. (?)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">En ocasiones los amigos no tienen por qué decirse nada, pues al mirarse se lo dicen todo el uno del otro. Tal es así la amistad de Clara y Erik, ella de España alumna de último grado de bioingeniería y él alumno de intercambio de un programa especial de Inglaterra, se conocieron casi por casualidad en la Universidad durante ese último año, llegando a entablar algo más que una amistad y desde entonces Erik decidió venirse a vivir a España con Clara. Llevan 10 años juntos y era hora de dar el gran paso. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">-"Erik, mira esto, es increíble lo que llega a hacer la gente por dinero. ¿No te parece que es un poco fuerte? Tu qué crees, ¿Tu lo harías?"-</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Clara estaba mirando una página no apta para corazones débiles y cuando Erik entro en la habitación se quedó mirando al infinito, luego a Clara y luego a la página sin saber que decir. Estaba visitando lo que parecía ser un sitio de pornografía erótica con tintes muy raros de experimentos científicos. Lo nunca visto. La gente decididamente tiene hobbies muy raros en Internet. Pensó Erik para sí. Pero claro es Internet después de todo. Desde la caída de 4chan y la entrada del misterioso portal - solo con invitación - Greoma4, estaban pasando cosas muy raras en la red. había sucesos de gente desaparecida vinculadas a esa red, pero el Gobierno siempre lo negaba, y las investigaciones se cerraban de inmediato. Lo que es peor, reporteros y periodistas que trataban el tema no se volvía a saber de ellos. Lo llamaban el Incidente. Tenía hasta su propio espacio televisivo. Y por si fuera poco, hasta un reality-show que trataba de averiguar quién sería el siguiente en desaparecer. La realidad daba paso a la peor de las ficciones, mientras el hombre trataba de dar paso a su primer viaje espacial tripulado a otro planeta. Algo paso entre 2024 y 2036 para que la gente se volviera tan rara. Rara en el sentido de que no era normal que la Justicia se convirtiera en algo a expensas de ratings televisivos como dicho reality-show. Clara estaba investigando sobre el tema, y hasta ahora yo le había implorado que parara, pero no hacía caso, y creo que cada vez estaba más motivada. Empezó a cambiar de gustos, y hasta pienso que se volvió algo autoritaria. Pero claro, todo eso tenía que estar en mi cabeza...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">-"¿Vienes o no vienes Erik?"- Un deje de impaciencia en su tono devolvió a Erik a la realidad. -"Claro Clara, pero perdón que te lo repita una y otra vez, podrías no visitar ese tipo de contenido creo que.." Erik vio el link de Greoma4 en la pantalla de ordenador y abrió la boca de par en par. -"Lo sé cariño, sé que ibas a alucinar, pero no menos cuando veas lo que se le entrega a los invitados a la página. Este sitio es la leche, tiene de todo. Desde las más oscuras perversiones - poniendo una mueca malévola - hasta los experimentos más raros. Ha llegado un paquete para nosotros. Ponía *ehmmm* Abrir para cuando estéis juntos" Erik no se lo podía creer... -"Espera Clara ¿Les has hablado de mí, de nuestra vida, de nuestra relación? ¿Cuan...?" Erik cae al suelo derrotado sin explicación, y con la mirada en blanco. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Acercándose a Erik clara exclama -"Bufff cuando te pones moñas no hay quien te pare, menos mal que ha hecho efecto el perfume que venía con el paquete por si te ponías quejica. Tengo que decir que no esperaba que fuera tan potente. Menuda niña estas hecha. A veces me pareces más una mujer que un hombre - Otra vez con una sonrisa malévola - Veamos.. Aquí dice que puedo hacer lo que a mí se ocurra con el contenido del paquete. Vaya, y ¿Qué tal si te convertimos en una preciosa mujer Erik? Eso te gustaría ¿Verdad? O quizá quieras estar más cerca de mí, no sé, un accesorio tal vez. Siempre has dicho que te gustaría vivir en la entrepierna. Bueno.. ¡Con esto puedes! Clara, Clara, Clara, deja de decir tonterías, cualquiera que te oiga pensara que estás loca." Asume para sí, muy excitada por los pensamientos oscuros que le han recorrido la mente. Acercándose al paquete, no puede contener la emoción y da un respingo, muy tonta, piensa ella, no es momento de flaquear ahora. Abre el contenido y se encuentra con un extraño líquido que no deja de burbujear. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">-"Oh vaya, ¿Esto es todo?, - cogiendo el frasco entre sus dedos - pensaba que sería algo no sé, como un control remoto, o como aquella historia de un programa de ordenador que te permitía cambiar la realidad. Esto no se ni lo que es. ¡Bah!, lo dejare por ahí, me voy de compras. Espero que Erik no me eché en falta. Quiero que vea a su reina en todo su esplendor con ese conjunto de encaje muy mono que he visto en Greoma4. Aunque el maldito seguro que me pide que se lo ponga a él - entre carcajadas, Clara no ve que el líquido negro empieza a rezumar del frasco tratando de salir - Adiós cariño, ponte cómodo ahí en el suelo, no me esperes hasta muy tarde, la nena se va de compras. ¡Chao!" - Con un suave quiebro, la puerta se cierra detrás de Clara, mientras ella deja inerme a un Erik completamente KO, a expensas de un peligro que será incapaz de afrontar. El frasco se acaba de romper, y el líquido en su interior repta lentamente hacía su cuerpo...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Más tarde, Clara vuelve de sus compras, ciertamente ofuscada, por la imposibilidad de detener su excitación. -"Ah, no sé qué llevaba esa colonia, pero no volveré a ponérmela, creo que la dependienta ha estado a punto de echarse encima de mí - con una risa ahogada - y la verdad es que estaba buena, ¡Buuuuh! tengo que parar, o me voy a correr y mojare todo el pasillo justo en frente de mi casa, para Clara, párate que estás loca - otra risa ahogada - ¡Cariño ya estoy en casa! Si te cuento lo que me ha pasa... ¿Cariño? - Una mujer de facciones similares a Clara esta parada frente a ella, sin moverse, casi podría decirse que estaba esperándola - Estoooo... ¿Quién eres tú? ¿Dónde esta Erik, no serás uno de sus líos? pero yo creía, yo, yo - Clara es incapaz de moverse también y sollozando busca con la mirada a Erik - ¿Donde esta ERIK?"-</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Antes de que pueda realizar ningún gesto, la mujer se interpone en su camino y la atrapa entre sus brazos, forzando sus labios en los de Clara en un apretado beso, al que Clara es incapaz de resistirse, perdiendo fuerza por momentos. La mujer comienza a salivar en su boca, y Clara acaba tragándosela medio forzada medio sugestionada por ella. Un fuerte rubor recorre sus mejillas y Clara siente como sus rodillas empiezan a temblar. La mujer impasible en sus esfuerzos, no da tregua a Clara. Ella, comienza a arrodillarse y colocar su boca junto a los suaves labios cerca de su clítoris. Incapaz de controlarse, la mujer agarra su cabello y la obliga a continuar lo que había empezado...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Clara siente que está perdiendo la batalla, y el poco raciocinio que le queda, pero la sensación es demasiado fuerte y ahora está atrapada por la mirada impasible de esta mujer, que no sabe quién es, y que no ha pronunciado una sola palabra desde que entro. Pero eso ya da igual. Da igual donde este Erik, da igual lo que esté pasando, ahora solo tiene un objetivo. Besar a esta mujer donde sea y donde ella diga. Ahora Clara no es más que un juguete sexual, dispuesto a cumplir cualquier fantasía que se le pueda ocurrir al simbionte que está controlando a Erik. A la entidad que ha tomado forma completa en su cuerpo, y que ahora reina con voluntad propia. Sin saberlo Clara absorbe un líquido que es segregado a través de sus labios. Lo que provoca que Clara se sienta mucho más alterada y con necesidad de seguir lamiendo ese néctar que el simbionte le está regalando. Pues eso es todo lo que queda en la cabeza de Clara. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Poco a poco, ella ya no puede pensar en otra cosa que lo que le obligue a hacer la entidad. Con cierta vacilación introduce sus dedos en su boca, los chupa y luego procede a insertarlos dentro de "la vagina del simbionte". Ella ya no puede parar, pero el simbionte permanece impasible a todos sus juegos sexuales. Por dentro Erik es incapaz de parar esta situación, pero sí que percibe todo lo que está ocurriendo, lo que le empuja a intentar tomar el control, pero él es solo un espectador que lentamente está siendo consumido por los pensamientos del simbionte. Pronto la entidad y él será un uno y entonces no habrá forma de realizar una regresión. Clara está pagando cara su curiosidad y la necesidad de enfrentarse a Erik y sus supuestos fetichismos se ha vuelto contra ella. Esclava de un deseo sexual irrefrenable, la mujer, a la que comienza a ver con devoción despega su cabeza de su región inferior, y levanta su cabeza con un dedo...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Con estas palabras Clara sella su destino para siempre, esclava de un simbionte que planea grandes cosas para ella y Erik...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Espero que os haya gustado. La verdad es que para escribir la última parte, me ha llevado más de lo que creía. Repito. No creo que sea capaz de traducir esto XDDD Es demasiado largo, aunque para los que quieran ver más contenido del habitual, bueno digamos que cierta persona ha estado jugando un ratito en Tumblr.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Hugs and Kisses Alectra</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">P.D: Con todo había errores de tildes y alguna otra cosilla, si es que no puede ser D:</span></div>
Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-61618428416293397342015-07-23T11:53:00.000+02:002015-10-08T13:54:18.481+02:00Something new, something old, something borrowed<span style="color: #a64d79;">Hey gals, how are you doing?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I hope you are not having a terrible summer like me, we've reached the boiling point over here. Too many days of heat waves and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haze">Haze</a>. Really terrible days where I have been unable to do anything but breath slowly and sleep *giggle*We have reached temperatures of 38ºC during the day and 30º at nights, impossible to sleep I tell you.</span><br />
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<a href="https://mega.nz/#!Oct20DYS!o2RQebSMKXOsmDcMmV59obPc8SyT2YhspWk7YpvvKS0">The Mansion of Lust</a> (Link no longer working, see page about the game for new link.)<br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Following sexy Evie's challenge, I created this sort cap, just for fun!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">In other news to end this DIY post, my doctor said there is unfortunately no solution to the problem to my hands. The treatment would be worse to the desired effects and that I would have just to endure it, and that's that. So since I have no solution at the moment, I'll resume my activities, although less sporadic than before, still not as much like the beginning.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Hugs and Kisses Alectra</span>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-38060187210415980562015-05-09T22:35:00.000+02:002015-05-09T22:35:34.672+02:00The Mansion of Lust (A Twine Adventure) <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Hey fellow gals! I'm here once again to bring you some sexy ideas, don't worry. I'm currently appointed for another visit to the doctor - and I had one some weeks ago, hence the stop of the blog as I currently explained. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">I by no means pretend to make long excuses, its just what I can do right now.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Instead of working on captions, I have been trying to make it worth your while and remake the "little" project I had a long time ago with RAGS. Now this project of mine turned out to be too much time consuming for what I plan to create and since TWINE is the little hot piece of software used by everyone I just tried to use it. It's simpler than RAGS and it works - too much to my surprise here - much better for my storytelling technique.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Currently the original plan is still at work, but since I can write and code at the same time I'm making some loose ends along the way - which will surely end in bad ends - and having fun mostly. The story is also written from the first person so it involves you - the reader - directly. I find it more compelling after writing the passages for a random character. Let it be you the character, since it's interactive *giggle*</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>I'll try to photomanip some images - the game has them don't worry - and make it more personal. Not just your average random story, which is a quick read and you are good to go. It's ambitious but I'm pretty sure I'll make something out of it. Besides you can "crank" a few pages in less time than RAGS allow it. And in top of that everyone can try it for themselves. I think it will be my next step in storytelling more than captions. Captions are a must in this blog so it doesn't mean those will dissapear. </b></span><br />
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-26941082902240347812015-02-09T23:25:00.000+01:002015-02-09T23:25:09.856+01:00Back from the land of the living<span style="color: #a64d79;">Hey dolls and gals, and in betweens, it's me Alectra again!
First I'm sure that if someone is following my tumblr-blog is more or less aware of why I didn't post at all during this whole hiatus of mine if not well. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Beware the lenghty post ahead, if you are not interested skip to the end for the juicy stuff!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">This short note I posted long ago summarizes it well: </span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;"> -"It seems the problems with my hands relates only for when I’m trying to write.. (AKA Holding a pen, pencil, whatever that lets me write in paper, not computer) Still need to have more visits to hospital to see if there’s something more producing this ailment :(
And why this? While I can perfectly write for a reasonable amount of time in the computer, without feeling any pain, it could very well get worse - as stated by my doctor - and extend to other flex actions in my hands. Currently open hand writing in keyboard doesn’t render any pain, but lets hope not in the future..
And yet I’m the “proud” owner of this - finally diagnosed on me - ailment: Writer’s cramp"- </span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">But I Know your pervy mind is making out something like this</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">While it was more of a self-imposed - by my doctor - mind bondage struggle</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">But it wasn't you pervs! It was - still is - the most painful experience you can endure, more it so when what you like it was you cannot do. I still have some random pain going on, still waiting for a sort of solution - Which I already have been informed it doesn't exist, and it will go worse and worse, but it can be treated to minimize the effects - </span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">So why I have decided to write again? Well it's because I want to, and because as I already said, I don't feel as much pain as the last year which was horrible. Almost every week a random jolt would cross my hands and I had to stop whatever I was doing with my hands and wait, even taking some pills sometimes. That pain is long gone, probably due to accumulated stress and the situation all together,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">That said, I have been wanting to return to the scene and If I have to start from scratch so be it! Hopefully for me, I have been doing a training course in Photoshop last year so I can bring something new to the scene. But with I already said, it will be hihgly unlikely that I will be bringing long - I mean long like before - caption stories. I just cannot devote myself to a five-ten days of writing because yes, I have to refrain of using my hands like before. I can write short stories from time to time that I could do. The problem is that I usually write it on paper and then translate it to english. I should have to change that, and write it more on computer to not make the situation worse.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">And after this long ass explanation - Sorry bout' that - I will present a "new" caption for today:</span></div>
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-43191878315190894342013-12-14T02:09:00.000+01:002013-12-14T02:09:07.661+01:00Days gone by (B-Day Cap inside)<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Howdy gals, I know I would like to give an explanation of why this won't be the galore, but you know. RL stuff gets in the way, GETS really HARD in the way and one cannot deal with it in any other manner. I have yet to sort of the captions I've made for the Haven - some needs rewriting, now that we are at it - I had to do lots of captions promised more than a year ago. But then came depression, not when I said I would have an on hold situation here and in the Haven, later after in fact. And this happen when you are promised to have a job, you actually work for real - I won't say for which company, but it's a big one in my country - for a month no less, disguised as business practices. During that time you are expected to learn from the people there and not make a single thing for the company. On the contrary it happened. So while I was doing actual work, I expected to get the job. 10 out of 10 in every test, working faster than the entire block I was in, sure was getting my hopes up, but no. I worked for FREE. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I felt like used and abused, unable to have a say, there the depression but also adding to having to study during the summer for uni and coping with it. Have to say too that it hindered my efforts with my studies and I failed two subjects and "a half" (had five exams and some more works to do) I know it happened and someone would think: Get over it!. I did, then not. I thought I did. but this depression washed me deep inside me. I have to say playing videogames (they are getting dull in my opinion), reading, trying to put your mind in other stuff or watching movies doesn't and didn't added to help me. But today I said: Screw it over.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Probably it won't be true, but I want it to be a start. So after that long explanation, here's two caps. One for my B-day, which was by now yesterday and one random cap to "dust the rust" - It makes sense to me, don't ask! - So here's me getting to the play. I must say I don't feel like the overall community wasn't affected without me. Some great captioneers are still kicking. And talking about captioners:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Check this one: <a href="http://dividence.blogspot.com.es/">http://dividence.blogspot.com.es/</a></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I dunno if it serves for Dee's deal with new captioneers, but here's my effort of trying to show new stuff for people</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">This one came as a funny quickie because of the absence of Alectra for months, Raffside plots for control .Enjoy the results..</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>And I hope you had the time to check from time to time on the miniblogs! Here's hoping for more awesome stuff coming to you soon.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>Hugs and Kisses Alectra</b></span>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-79605287429191941592013-08-27T20:38:00.000+02:002013-08-27T23:52:51.638+02:00A recurrent dream (Story) <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Howdy people, while today I'm overjoyed because I have finalized my training course - part of it, now comes the business practices - I decided to write a little story I wanted to write for so long. I also decided to make a full story and not a caption story, because I think with the ouh so many details I wanted to include there would be no space there without making it long - and it's long - For easy understanding I also included images to see if its gonna be liked or not. Also if you think there needs to be some proofreading say so and whats more if you also include the proofreaded story I'll be more than grateful!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">First this story is written in the second person and also its an effort on bringing personal enjoyment for the one who reads it - and like it -while taking a chance at imagining this could be real (Of course not!)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">This also a commendable effort in my part on portraying a dream I had during the past, with obvious roleplaying added elements that were not in the dream of course, to make it into a full story, but also being able to structure it. I know its weird, but then again I'm weird, so if you enjoy corruption, transformation (You don't?), dreams, submission, domination, and whatever wicked people like me think! Go ahead and read it! For easier reading the parts in red are the voices talking and the rest is the story.</span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: red;">Welcome to
the halls of dreams</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> - a hallowed voice coming from heavens above says to you -
</span><span style="color: red;">Let me be your guide in this god forsaken place and pay attention to every whim
the creatures of that inhabit this place may impose on you. Question even the
tiniest aspect of this land and perhaps you shall come out safe and sound from
here</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> - </span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">A map is
shown to you with indications of some places you should avoid. Warning signs
spread all over the map that shows the possibilities of a certain death or
worse.</span></b></div>
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what, you make note of it and promises the voice to not approach those places.
Then so the voice proceeds to gift you with a special coat which ends bound to
your body – </span><span style="color: red;">Perhaps this will aid in my quest?</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – You wonder about it, but which
is this quest that you are starting to think about. To wander the realms or
find an escape to this dangerous world, such questionings stick to your head
for a while till you encounter the most breathtaking place you have ever had
the opportunity to witness.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">You make a
mental note out of it and remember this was one of the places that you should
be avoiding but then… - </span><span style="color: red;">Fear it not wanderer for you shall have arrived to a
point where your true destiny shall be revealed!</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – A booming voice says to you,
but this time sounds different from the previous. More commanding and
authoritarian, that you start to think you will not be able to turn its demands
down. – </span><span style="color: red;">Shall I prevail if I disobey the previous voice? Shall I prevail if I
obey to you? Answer me, voice from the deep halls of my imagination taking form
into a half sunk cathedral in front of me.</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – With the best of your tones,
trying to sound firm makes this query to the empty air, but fail to impress the
nothingness of this empty place and no one redeems your cause by answering to
your tribulations. Only an empty echo coming from the scenery cares to call you
back with your own questions. The strong winds carry your voice through the
long halls, and penetrate the building to form a powerful tone which sounds
different to you. – </span><span style="color: red;">Thou shall not question the will of a god, nor a goddess
you can’t betray when the answer is already forged in your heart</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – A soft tone
whistle carry this notice to you and the mountain crumbles with your indecision
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and suddenly the bond that made you felt safe with the previous presence
breaks. Your coat disintegrates and you find yourself naked to the empty halls,
in your imagination you start to hear soft giggles coming from every corner,
but you cannot take notice from where they come from. It’s like this place is
telling you where you should go as doors crumbles walls too and stairs suddenly
breaks down onto the floor and this cracks, you find yourself like lost in a
maze with no possibility of coming back and obliged to wander the place the way
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perhaps is your imagination playing tricks on you but you come to a wide hall
where people are standing still perhaps waiting for someone to rescue them,
prisoners of this evil place, on a closer look they are no more but statues. – </span><span style="color: red;">What
sorcery is this?</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – You exclaim to the empty hall, waiting for an answer you
know that shall not be responded back – </span><span style="color: red;">Voice from the sky, where are thou?
Shall you not come into my aid as promised? Shall I endure in penance the
mistakes you warned my about? Weren’t you supposed to be protecting me from my
own foolishness?</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – Nothing. Not a redeeming sound of comfort, not a single
change or notice you are being heard. Nothing except the glow of a gauntlet you
start to notice in the middle of the hall engraved to the stone.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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gauntlet looks sturdy and new. It could be the fabled treasure of one of the
inhabitants of this place, the stone cold habitants of course. Taking a closer look
at it and not wanting to disturb the eerie aura around him you poke the stone
and find it hard to grasp. It seems this stone is unlikely to be a stone but
perhaps something more, because it’s soft to the touch and bland. As you are
taking note of every aspect of this gauntlet, your hand gets stuck to the stone
and you try to pry to set it free, but this render useless your cause. There is
nothing you can do about it as you watch in horror and imagine this could be
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wanderer, for you shall not come across the same destiny as them. No you are
more important than you think and you shall be spared if your intentions stay
true to your actions, battle not and let the magic this gauntlet irradiates
take a hold of your hand. Make this sacrifice and you shall break free from the
spell that bounds you to the hollow stone.</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – As you take notice of the booming
voice coming back at you, the same that ordered you to approach this place, you
discover that the stone is indeed hollow. It’s not even full. The gauntlet
itself is floating through a purple mist to your imprisoned hand. You stop
fighting and your hand comes out with the gauntlet attached to your hand.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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of a fairy tale, the gauntlet is no longer silver, nor is your hands the same.
Touching your previously bound hand with the other makes a black goo run to it
turning your ungloved hand into an exact copy. The black goo coming from the
gauntlet are running now through your elbow and to your fingers, making your
nails turn blue and your hands more femme like. The black goo turns the
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">A thought cross your mind telling you that is
indeed arousing to you, but you try to fight this sentiment perils and rewards
beyond your imaginations, what’s apparently a peril will turn into a reward and
what seems like a reward could turn into a trap. </span><span style="color: red;">Heed my word and follow my
command, should you do as I say, no harm will be done to you. Fail to do so and
the wrath of this place will haunt you down. Ask for my protection now and I’ll
show how to tame your newly acquired gloves.</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – The voice commanding at times,
caring in the middle and demanding but caring again in the end, invites you to
follow its whims. And now this time, this voice sounded more femme but you
couldn’t grasp at it. The wind coming across the hall makes it difficult for
you to analyze it better. For what’s it important to you, you start to acknowledge
the voice as feminine.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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very thought the gloves seems to find your thoughts pleasant and more goo
sprays onto your body. A fragment explodes in your naked body but the gloves
seem unscathed. Now a fine long black knitted shawl surrounds your chest and
you no longer feel the previous cold from being naked. – </span><span style="color: red;">Acceptance will render
in gifts to your body! Overcome your fear and show your true self my precious
wanderer.</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – The booming voice comes back at you to comfort your previous
worries. As the shawl accommodates in your body you notice further changes on
it. Of your flat chest originates two large breasts and the goo takes notice of
it and cringes and molds into your breasts areolas, turning into an X symbol
over them. Touching them seems like stamps to you, but also a part of your own
breasts. Now the shawl cringes too and attaches itself to your waist but also
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your member disappears and in its place you now have girly bits there. By
touching yourself again your hands have changed and also your glove turning
itself into the same leather material from your shawl-corset. But not only had
that happened, your body also overcomes serious changes and while you were
distracted by your boobs, your head changed. Your hair turned out longer and
your lips became fuller. Shadowy eyelashes and soft mascara were part of your
face too. – </span><span style="color: red;">Oh my! What happened to me?</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – You said in an imperious voice – In a
reflex movement you didn’t notice your hand reached to your legs too and they
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A stomping pair of boots form around it and you can notice the soft fabric once
again attaching itself to your very own skin. However you are the one making
the changes this time and think of belts running across your boots. You don’t
know where this thought came from, but you start to take a liking to it. – </span><span style="color: red;">Ah so
I see my subject and vessel is ready to depart from this place. Come now my
precious, up to the heavens where everything you ever wanted awaits you. Wait
to witness the reborn of your flesh and accept the changes that you shall
endure once again. You neither are far from complete nor even at the peak of
perfection, half from that I would say</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">. - Without a further note on it, your body
is surrounded by a purple mist just like the one you saw at the beginning of
your transformation. Blinded by its beauty you are forced to close your eyes
and a sudden need to sleep makes you go to slumber. When you open your eyes,
you are no longer in the empty hall but in front of a floating garden. By now
you wouldn’t believe what you are seeing right now, but the previous events
tell you that anything is possible in this realm. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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but everything in this world makes no sense that time itself is advancing. So
that’s unimportant to you. – </span><span style="color: red;">Heed my call wanderer, what have you done? What
did I told you first when I asked you to avoid at any cost this place? What’s
inside your mind that I cannot see and touch? What shall be of you now that you
decided to bond yourself with this world?</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – Queries and more queries strike to
your head and even in your semi wake state you can remember that voice. It was
the greeting voice, but no longer cheery like before. More sorrow and sadness
paints its tone. And suddenly this voice comes from the halls of the floating
garden. A woman wearing a white negligee advances to your position with empty
eyes in her face. – </span><span style="color: red;">Look at what you done. You have corrupted this world, you
have corrupted me, no I’m forced to be here, and I have lost my rank amongst
the deities. You surrendered to a demon, a half entity. Not even a full-fledged
goddess of darkness, but I know why you have been brought here and I’ll try to
warn you. Nevertheless I cannot do anything to stop you as your powerful
condition reminds me of my place over you. I’m forced to kiss every step you do
and be at your beck at call. You broke the bond between us, and this half
entity decided to wreck it and twist it. You didn’t notice at first but she
took my voice and corrupted it the more you approached the forbidden place. The
truth is that we are separate entities and we are one as well. We are part of
your conscience but I tried so hard to destroy her. I can see deep within you
there was no desire to make this true. Inside there is one last step for you my…
My mistress, to make yourself complete. Even now I’m trying to stop you but
your thoughts are numbing me more than you will understand. It’s not you, it’s
someone else at play, but you are her vessel and at the same time you are the
want who want to do this. Please my mistress, stop now and I shall reward you
with a life of submission and domination for you and this realm. You could be
queen and that’s what going to happen. But you could be a goddess and that is what
I want to happen. If you listen to me now this shall be truth. You aren’t lost
yet, but I cannot do anything about the corruption your body has undergone.</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> – You are perfectly clear of what you want and
kneel beside her only to make her stand above with you and grab her neck. From
this movement a black rubber choke collar forms around her neck, from your
hands into it white and black goo spread around her neck to make it be in a
fixed position. Without an option to look away now, a sprinkle of the collar
turns into a locked leash aperture and from it a purple leash comes out into
your hand. From this bond, your thoughts become her thoughts and her as well
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revered place. And in the middle of the stance, an engraved crown awaits you.
By now you can notice the fear in her eyes, she obviously didn’t want anyone to
enter this place but those thoughts are quickly replaced with dirty and
pleasurable thoughts by your command into her mind. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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tingling sensation all over your body. Everything around you changes, from head
to toe your clothing changes into a black slick latex material and also coating
your body permanently. You go further and imagine yourself with an appropriate makeup
to your face as you know have deep control of your gloves power, but perhaps
also the crown makes work of it. You are so basked in your corruption that you
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A strange prison imposed by your own dirty thoughts. The crown melts in your
face and coats its making you stare into a deep darkness. You gasp in terror and numb to the advances of
the goo, you find yourself masturbating to it. Trying to reach into your “inner
sanctum” the goo denies you this pleasure and form a big black dildo that fits
into your hole. Your latex prison makes you moan through the fabric and the goo
correspond this by heating the costume it imagined for you. You try to fix this
unending pleasure and remembering the bond between your slave and you, you try
a last attempt at freeing yourself. You make her touch you and place her
beneath you. When you are sure of it, you start to touch her in every region
possible. She starts to moan and embraces you to increase her pleasure, but
this is what you wanted and without a second moment to lose, you imagine
yourself as part of the clothing. Slowly but surely you coat her bare skin and
advances into every part of her body. Little by little you find yourself in her
skin and with every tiny advance you notice her mind bonding with yours. You
are no longer the fabric; you are now a part of her. You are her completely and
without doubt. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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recedes and becomes the clothing escaping your body from the inside to the
outside and you start to feel like before again, only that you now control its
movements. Finally you control the situation and when you are reaching the
orgasm from the huge effort, you go to slumber again. Moments later you find
yourself looking to a mirror and fully dressed in black latex with some
improvements to your previous outfit. This outfit is not stuck in your flesh
and you can notice that you are truly a woman now. There is no more magic at
work and you can see your reflection looking back at you with a wicked smile.
Whatever happened today or yesterday or during weeks, you are now a woman. You
are not sure how much has passed since you went to sleep and found yourself in that
mysterious world, but you don’t care. Hard to say why this television you are
sitting on doesn’t work either. You remember watching a movie before going to sleep
but nothing else.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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day you will remember, but it’s unlikely this will change the situation you are
in now. Not like you care about it. What you do care now is the sudden need to
trap more people in that fantasy world or make one of your own. You want to
rule it all. You don’t care at what cost but right now what you really want is
to have someone kneeling in front of you or maybe kneeling yourself in front of
somebody else. – Weird why did I thought of the last in the first place?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Hopes you liked it if you reached it this far, and if you want me to make more stories like this I'll think of it in the future. Remember that the next post will take sometime yet and it will epic! - Every post is epic, you didn't notice that by now? *giggle* -</span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I'm also thinking of making an e-mail for fan queries, constructive criticism, loving and sharing guest captions. And of course none of what reaches there shall be posted if you don't want. This is just for those that are shy enough to not post a comment but that want to express themselves in anyway. If this idea is liked I'll create a fan e-mail in a couple of days. Note that any hating, flaming, RL queries not related to TG and this world of captioning shall be turned down. It can also work for questions on writing stories, or creating captions or whatever your mind is up to. I'm good with that.</span></b></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Update: The Fan Mail is done now, you can start to send me whatever applies to the rules depicted there, any other thing while be ignored!</span></b></span></div>
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-16519763887201142252013-08-17T04:23:00.000+02:002013-08-17T18:34:55.311+02:00The HERS Project - Caption Series - <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Howdy people, at this late - in Spain - though vacation time, I finally finished a caption request that I started a year back. That's right. A year back. The problem here is that I was fiddling with a story that was previously created and I tried to be careful to let this be a spin-off or an alternate universe of that story but playing with the same elements. Well that and having no time, not knowing how to advance the story, or just plain laziness. That's me at work probably!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The first problem here is that as I said I was dealing with a story that is not mine, but mine at the same time. I stablished some stuff you won't find in the original story, characters, situations or elements...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The second problem was technical, I had to re-arrange the whole caption series to match the new style and that required starting everything over. Which took took me months. Again no time!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Third the never-ending language barrier. I changed the text many times because I thought it was flat, and believe me the final text is all worth it.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">And fourth the interactivity I added is like in a game or a movie. Lot of stuff happening at the same time. And that's difficult to write. By the way this is based in a RAGS Game if you hadn't notice by now.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Forgot to mention that there is one last more post before the capalooza "coming soon™" (Playdom players will get the reference) And also I have to say the next post may take sometime as well, it's going to be a special one - you know every post around here has a special meaning hehe - but it's going to be extra special I assure you that. From there I'll call it in the slow-down road and come to a stop. But don't worry, maybe in a few months or worst case scenario one year or "I don't know when" I'll come around back at full strenght.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Cheers!</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-59854938852314287392013-08-02T00:00:00.000+02:002013-08-02T00:03:47.313+02:00Haven Quarterly Second Cap (Peril at the Disco)<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Howdy people here's the second cap I told you about in the last post. I noticed from other authors blogs that sometimes It could be hard for the reader to actually fully enjoy the cap, because the text becomes a bit hard to read. Also noticed that some other captioners post the transcription directly in the post. So I'm gonna try that, and you tell me if you would like that in subsequent post or not. Obviously I tend to do series, so I don't know if thats gonna work..</span></b><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Josh was
having some fun with his friend Monique when he found about an 80’s disco ad on
the Internet. Monique wasn’t so sure about the ad, it was like some potential
porn ad, more than anything else, but Josh was already hooked on it. He was a
sucker for Disco dancing. But Monique liked that part of him, even when he made
a fool of himself in front of her at the prom. It was then that she decided
that they should start dating even though Josh couldn’t really tell that they
were. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Looking at
more information about the new disco, Monique noticed a really sultry woman
dressed in a latex uniform, and felt an instant mental orgasm. Did that woman
look back at her? That was rather silly; it was just an image... right? In a
sudden outburst, Monique groped Josh’s chest. Dazed by her touch, Josh just
froze. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“Josh I
think we really need to visit that place”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“But you
said it was silly”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“Nah, I think it will be fun! C’mon, I’ll do
whatever you want if you go with me. It’s a date you silly!”- <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-”but, but
ummm...“-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Josh wasn’t
really a smooth talker but his curiosity was piqued so he agreed to join her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Like a
dream there she was, that stunning woman clad in the same latex uniform smiling
at the two of them. Josh couldn’t help becoming aroused by her scent.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“Hey there
gorgeous, welcome to Disco Peril, I know, I know, it’s a funny name but we are
working on that *giggle* Say little boy, why don’t you hang around the bar while I show your delicious
girlfriend something really spectacular. We help our visitors live out their
greatest fantasies, and I can see that your girl is keeping a really naughty,
naughty secret *giggle* No, just teasing! Enjoy yourself!”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Suddenly it
was like Josh was on autopilot; following the tantalizing music he did as the
woman suggested and went to the bar. There another woman in a similar latex
uniform, held his cheeks for a moment and then with a wry smile told him what
he’d be having to drink.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“Hey ho! Little
one, have you noticed your boyfriend’s bulge? Gosh you are a 100% wicked lady
*giggle* I know a way to make you a super stunning woman like me. I also know that
you have been staring at my boobs and wondering what they feel like. So take a
photo it will last forever! *giggle*”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The woman
kept whispering naughty things in Monique’s ear. Each thought aroused her even
more.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“Say girl,
don’t you want to be just like me, to make that little boy crave your touch, to
beg for you like every step of yours was worth a 1 million dollars, every move
you made on him would be like heaven or hell or both! I know the truth, girl.
You don’t even need to tell me your name, you are so Monique, but we can make
you more, we can make you Moanique *giggle* no just joking, but we can make you
a seductress, a temptress, a mistress, a goddess. We will call you Temptra!”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Monique’s
eyes were following every bounce of the woman’s boobs like as they were two
pendulums, and tried to… no, started to imitate every movement she made. She
was already half undressed and touching her breasts without even noticing.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“Moan for
me Temptra, we can call you bitch and run but instead we are going to call you
goddess. You know you want to be a bad, bad girl. You just need to offer us
your boy there and then we will fulfill your wildest dreams! Just look at him
drinking and staring at another woman’s boobies, doesn’t that make you mad?
*giggle* Just place your hand on this ball and we will make you the most
baddass bitch ever known! Oh, your boyfriend will be too, but you want to be in
control of things, so accept my offer now. Otherwise, you will both be
controlled *giggle*”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Hours
later, Temptra was holding her little bitch who was ready to be serviced. She
couldn’t deny, after all, that she was happy about the choice she made. She
didn’t know why, but she started to like Joshie much better this way, and
Joshie was now more “receptive” to her attention. The little bitch was moaning
and trembling at first. Then after some convincing she was ready to be the most
luscious bitch in heat ever known. She also signed some papers agreeing to be
the main attraction for VIPs who came to the disco. Although she knew they
would most likely be “Joshie” types.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">-“See
Joshie, I knew we would have so much fun here, moan for me slut, crave my touch,
and most importantly, await my “surprise”. I think I’m going to be able to control that
little thing better than you ever could, so boring, but mine is always so hard,
so black and plastic too. It can also be so slick and moist from your damp
pussy, but only if you are good... I mean.. my bad girl. Are we clear?”-<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Joshie
could only nod and wait for whatever her mistress had in mind for her. She was
just too dazed after drinking so much. It was like a dream for her. Next time,
she wouldn’t drink so much.</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Anyway, I'm about to finish a long story I started to wrote a long time ago - I mean it - and probably will post if I have the time in the following days. I started - finally - a training course, which will led me to business practices first and If I'm luck I'll get a job - yeah, its kind of a dream talking about it - And all that while I study like mad 9 hours a day to be able to study what I have for university in September. How awesome is that?! More or less its becoming one of the reasons I'm having so little time, but at the same time put me in a roller coaster</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-33464196060319365352013-07-29T16:03:00.000+02:002013-07-29T16:03:07.271+02:00Haven Quaterly Cap (Dangerous Tweets)<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Howdy people, since I have to make posts till the 200th and have no desire on creating something new (I do have something new, but needs the finishing touches and they will be explained don't worry)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Here's a cap I've made for the Quaterly, and probably in a few days I'll release the other one. Because this time I did two of them.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The Theme was something to do with Twitter, so I went and explored twitter - I didn't have an account back there, so I didn't now about the word limititation - well there is the twit longer app, but it doesn't apply - It's magic to begin with, so no more explaining about it!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The design will not be the next big thing, but since it was made a year ago, I think it shows the evolution if you compare it to my recent cap. And yep those are legit urls, so if you don't type them you'll miss have of the fun.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Thanks for all the people that will be missing me - for some time - and thanks to Caitlyn and Jennifer for taking the time to express their feelings in the last post.</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-47932621871923180342013-07-25T02:06:00.000+02:002013-07-25T02:38:10.005+02:00Hidden sight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Today I bring you a caption exploring the sensation of being unable to see anything around you. A blindfold game with a little of MC content in there. It was fun to create and so I hope you find it too</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I would like to give a shout out to</span></b> <a href="http://smittysimon.blogspot.com.es/2013/07/i-will-be-closing-this-blog-at-end-of.html?zx=6c0531519e69533e" target="_blank">Smitty Simon Caps</a> <span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>which is leaving the TG Captions Scene, but that you will stind find him in Tumblr doing other stuff.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">To</span></b> <a href="http://caitlynsmasks.blogspot.com.es/2013/07/times.html" target="_blank">Caitlyn Masks</a> <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">because she found a job and we are sure that won't find enough time yet to do captions (hopefully she will, but maybe not)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">And to</span></b> <a href="http://misstresssimone.blogspot.com.es/2013/07/well-leave-light-on-for-you-few-words.html" target="_blank">Mistress Simone</a> <b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">which wrote a beautiful post talking about it</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I myself find that I'm not really enjoying it captions like I used to... This is because I don't find the time to read captions, nor even comments on stuff I like or even less encourage someone to do this or that. Things I would usually enjoy. I don't want to leave the Haven just yet, but I feel like I have obliged myself to part away from the community. I really want to be active and do great captions, also for the people that I still owe something. But I'm now finding it like some kind of job and I don't really want to be feel it that way. Needless to say that I find it sometimes a hard time to compel myself to write a good text in english - which can vary from half and hour to days - </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The other day I read it in the news that this crisis is changing our moods, maybe is that and is making me not to do anything in fear it would be a subpar job... I was also thinking on taking some "vacations" from the caption scene because I think I'm falling into a rut here. Ideas doesn't flow as before and time is kind of not "in my side". I still have to see if after the 200th post I'm able to do more stuff. Then again, depending on various reasons, I will decide if I have to leave it on hold or not.</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-90189601661673299662013-07-19T01:40:00.001+02:002013-07-19T01:40:53.810+02:00Silked in Style<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy gals, today I bring you a new caption. It's a bit short compared to others I know just that, but I'm still working on that big story and well I'll just try to launch whatever story crosses in the middle. I'm just like that! I may or may not, depending on things you already know from last posts udpate more captions. But in the posts 200 we'll make a "tiny" stop. Its has to be a caption extravaganza, so It will take awhile.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Here's the caption. Enjoy!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I know, I know it's a bit basic compared to other works, as I said. It was a quick job on my part. I'm also not saying it was a subpar attempt, but the story for me is a bit more deep than usual. I never really tap into the feelings of those people that think that are in the wrong body. I just fantasize with the idea, but never stopped to think about it. The regretfulness, the new sensations, anything is new, etc. Of course it's magic or technology as you may see fit in this story!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I couldn't stop at the end and I had to break the fourth wall, because I know that some people that visit this site, really feel like this, so it's kind of a gift. And a bit of interaction. Or just me playing too much deadpool and doing that. Because that would make Deadpool for you. And now that I think about it. I'm kind of a DP person... Just in a different way, I don't pretend to kill people, but to enslave... errr forget that part. Will you?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">And now the recommendation of the day: </span></b><a href="http://issuu.com/">Issue</a><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">It's probably the largest database with magazines that I have ever found, of course it has many magazines covering fetish and the likes. I liked it, and it's free to watch. So have fun! At first its a bit tricky to find something you may like, but once you are there, you can make favourites and add to your list types, to watch it later or find similar content.</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-30513231026816424932013-07-13T22:05:00.001+02:002013-07-17T00:35:38.531+02:00When stuff happens, it happens..Okay gals, this an informing you type of post, so if you can hold on a while longer, you'll see new content. Probably tomorrow or sooner. I have some ideas already brewing in my head. If that's the hot for you, so anyway... To the important matter.<br />
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I apologize for not updating and not telling you why in awhile, but this has a serious response on my part. I feel terrible and I wanted to express it sooner but alas I couldn't. So here we go... *sigh*<br />
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My first cousin (which is my dad cousin, sort of a political cousin, I don't know how it goes the system in the rest of the world, can anyone enlight me on that matter?) Died from cancer (a metastatic disease which led to a huge multiorgan failure. REALLY terrible) some weeks ago, and I was really shocked. I mean he was 46 years old. DAMN It was a huge loss, I was really bonded to him and so was my father. So forgive me, I wasn't up "for playing the role" nor anything.. This also for those that are awaiting me in Rachel's Haven because I know I hasn't been active in awhile.<br />
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Another reason which is less important is the hot. There has been some really hot days and I wasn't able to put the computer enough time nor the laptop, not even so start up the program to do captions or even advance the game I have planned for RAGS, because it needs many resources and adds to the overall heat of the computer...<br />
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Also I wasn't called back for the training course, so it's kind of on hold. Don't know.<br />
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Anyway, I've seen people have liked the Raffside stunt, so I'll remember that in the future and play a bit more with this. You'll see.<br />
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Thank you for your understanding.<br />
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P.S: I know, I know I gave an ETA on when I would post again, but I'm working on something big to make up for all these days. A big story is coming!Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-65734650351463101532013-06-22T02:56:00.001+02:002013-06-22T02:56:23.402+02:00This is not a Democracy (Makeception. Introducing Raffside to the blog)<b><span style="color: red;">Hey ho! Guys and gals, and in between *tee hee* this is me Raffside taking over. I've been plotting, adding plans and then plotting a bit more till I got a bit of control over. You see from time to time I may decide</span></b> - <b><span style="color: purple;">you don't!</span></b> - <span style="color: red;"><b>as we speak Alectra is getting infuri... errrr infuri.... MAD right, MAD with jealous.. jeaulos... Hmmmm nevermind, getting mad that's right! And I love it *tee hee*</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Well, where was I? Ouh yes. I'll be adding some nasty and naughty caps which Alectra don't like at all. Just to make sure we start this nice and clean. Here introducing you to a torment an Alectra for a day *giggle*</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>I know I had to do it. I mean c'mon she went all bossy getting herself in the logo and taking me out! You didn't see this coming uh? Neither me!</b></span>Raffsidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470900008806594333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-70923908796292622182013-06-13T10:48:00.004+02:002013-06-13T10:56:07.171+02:00From Dark to Bright (short stories too)<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy people, just keeping you inform that next week possibly I'll start to update the blog again. But mostly to inform you that the universe has a way to keep you entertained, well the last post turned out to be a pain to write while this one will be a sweet one.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">First I gained back my scholarship, due to an error on my university and the administration I've demonstrated to them that I was right they were wrong! (Insert FF fanfare song)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Second my father is out of danger and kicking, in a few weeks (or months) he will hospitalized for a surgical intervetion. Nothing too dangerous, just replacing a "spring" in the heart (I don't know the technical name for that sorry!) and checking on it. Just a non invasive intervention really.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Third, while I may - they could have - screwed up my studies and have to do exams in september, I have obtained the opportunity to start doing by then, business practices for a graphic designer work. So yes that's means this summer will be filled starting next week with a training course in Photoshop, In - Design and Illustrator. Let's keep finger crossed.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">So thank you for the people that left me messages of good will the last post. It's funny how the last month was a ride to the dark and now I'm starting to see the bright light of day.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">And to make this post more meaningful (Well its really meaningful already, but you know what I mean) </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Here are some short stories, which may or may not become full stories. I'm a bit rusty right now!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I know Fred, lust took the best out of me, I'm sorry I had to possess your body. Life as a cat is not that great, and please don't look at me like that. You know I just had to change your - mine - body. If you are good I may concede you a neko style soon.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">that I must stand so lonely. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">trapped with this hot bod'.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">And mine are long, and pretty my lord</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">You know I keep them close.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">(Just to make sure, I'm not a Lannister M'kay, but this song is incredibly beautiful and touching)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Welcome to my abode, please have a seat. Oh well, I see you are already sitting. Please be wary that this place has many ways to keep their visitors appealing to the house. Cordelia just stood there with a sly smile in her face, she couldn't believe how easy it was to lure people into her domain. She just had to show the chair. And they all fell down to his powers, whether they wanted it or not.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">And we all know how much we miss our precious and naughty friend Evie, I know I miss her, she was so kind to introduce me to her family. It was an honour to be part of her game!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Just three women, with a dangerous game, prepared to unleash the chaos within their hearts. They don't do it because they are necessarily evil, they just do it because it's fun to make it happen. And So Evie and their two sisters, Kyra and Alectra have a story to tell, one that is so hot you will fall for theirs tricks and begging to be one of the hydes.</span></b></div>
Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-23131678328571560032013-05-07T18:55:00.001+02:002013-05-07T18:55:51.409+02:00Hectic Months<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy people, I'm sorry for not being able to stay around here the way I wanted or tried to, but you know how the world is going on, Europe and Spain, my personal situation more or less and so on. It's time for those things that you want to fight it till the end and I was focused on not losing my scholarship, otherwise it could have been bye bye university. Also my father could have died this last month because of problems that happened in hospital and how the whole thing is affecting everything in this country. Please, I'm not making this up, I'm... I feel terrible for not have been able to be there when my father almost died, because of his heart problems and diabetes, and not being able to have his pills for four days - long story - ... *sigh*</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Right now I'm about to enter the "final lap" of this year in university, so I won't be able to do proper updates till next month.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I'm sorry...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Just a sneak peek of what I want to write about, I hope this summarize and interesting story on how it could go, don't know yet!</span></b><br />
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-15666778607144126942013-02-22T12:11:00.000+01:002013-02-22T16:25:55.593+01:00Time for some fixings (updating the blog)<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy gals, sorry for the absence!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Today and tomorrow I'll be updating the overwiew of the blog and some features will dissapear while others will change of place. Background, colours schemes, everything will be changed soon. So don't worry if you happen to see some stuff not supposed to appear in anywhere hehe. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Also yes, later, much later I'll change the banner. So without further ado, I'm going to work on it.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Update: The background it's not supposed to be like that, I'm creating it. So don't panic!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><b>Update 2: Okay, done for now. You tell me what you think. Hard to read? Too busy? Looks great? Not? Whatever comes to mind!</b></span><br />
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-91533157622131548872013-02-14T00:00:00.000+01:002013-02-14T00:00:26.872+01:00Valenswine (because Valentine's day is so overrated)<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy gals, and well met new followers or newcomers, acolytes? Maybe? Forgot your place and stranded people... Are you paying attenttion at all? hehe. Nevermind, just kidding a bit. Yes I'm happy today, because I finished my exams, we cannot say with flying colours, because I had two subjects from last year, but anyway the important part is to pass on them. I hope so.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Today I bring you the already promised caption for Valenswine. I won't do a Valentine's because this one is more fun and because you are here, I'm here, and we all are here. Remember? Okay, let's get into the fun part. I thought it would fun to throw into a quickie for this one and let you all readers develop in how the volunteer... victi... errrrr guy fell into this situtation. Enjoy!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">If you are counting, we are 10 post ahead to the 200th post. And if you already know what happened at 100th post. Well Let's say this will be much, much, much more bigger. So probably there will a whole month without updates, but it will be worth I assure you!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Also I'll try to change the header - finally - this weekend and some stuff here and there. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Hugs and Kisses Alectra</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-24470979820707193712013-02-07T00:34:00.000+01:002013-02-07T00:34:01.413+01:00The Mansion of Lust (A Rags adventure) (Released)<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy gals, don't drool much yet. I'm releasing it now in order to have more voices talking and bitching, not really, about the game and whatsnot. I'm thinking about putting it on TFGamesites and Hypnopics Collective Forum, but much later on. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I prefer to be aware that people won't come here bitching much about what I do, hehe, no just kidding. It's probably obvious that there are better games than mine and I have not much experience in RAGS, so I'm probably doing a mistake on releasing it right now, but whatever I think I will learn something of this.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">First I would like to give a big thank you to MDQP which is a great game creator which has Blanked, Through hard earned trust - it's actually a name, yeah - and The Tales of the Drunken Cowboy story. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">My game has been inspired by his games but also Rough Landing and Bodywerks too. Those are pretty huge names and games, don't expect it mine to be as nearly as perfect as those.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://alectraplaygrounds.blogspot.com.es/p/the-mansion-of-lust-rags-adventure.html" target="_blank">The mansion of Lust</a></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Go to that link, leave a comment if you want and there you'll find the game ready to download.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I'm also reminding you bloggers out there that there are 6 days yet to participate in your blogs on the Valenswine caption day. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://alectraplaygrounds.blogspot.com.es/2013/02/mistress-day-also-called-valenswines-day.html" target="_blank">Mistress Day</a></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Hugs and Kisses Alectra</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-87374191660495792282013-02-04T16:03:00.005+01:002013-02-04T16:06:14.672+01:00Mistress Day (Also Called Valenswine's Day)<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy gals, I skipped some study time to come up with this funny idea. This for the captioneers out there who want to join the fun.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">So I found that there is a "special day" before Valentine's day, it's called Mistress Day, which is used for those that cheat on their wives... But let's forget about those, let's get more sexy. So I had this idea that we could post something about a Mistress Day all across the captioneer world. What do you think?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/when_pigs_romance_mistresses_TNyZFtdqNdnG7dUPVuCJFL" target="_blank">Mistress Day, February 13th</a></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Is the February 13th, also in China is on March, but whatever let's get down with this one.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Let's get your pens, plumes, keyboards, hands ready and start to write a nice or naughty story or both. Its your call!</span></b></div>
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Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051901929773067827.post-82616276489844513942013-02-03T17:49:00.000+01:002013-02-03T17:49:00.810+01:00The Haven Quaterly III (The Attack of The Symbiote Queen) Re - Launch<b><span style="color: purple;">Howdy gals, I dunno if you seen it this before, if you don't. Well today is your lucky day. A whole year has passed since I made this caption for the Haven Quaterly and since I consider it to be from the new line of work I produce it will be posted here - I had a previous one for the second Issue alas I cannot find it in my hard drive sorry - </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The Attack of the Symbiote Queen: Issue #3</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The story may seems silly but then again Symbiote appearing in our planet is silly too! Is a lovely excuse to read a great corruption symbiote story though. I have to say this was lovely proofreaded from ShySteffie, so thanks Steffie.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Enjoy. The next year I'll release one of the captions I've made for Issue #4</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">In other news I have been asked to redone the older captions I've posted here into the new style. I'm not against it, but it seems much work and I have to be sure you will like it. In the end is like making the same caption but with another format - and possibly with better grammar! -</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">What do you think?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">P.S: I wanted to do a caption for Issue 5# but I ran out of time, so until the next one, sorry.</span></b>Alectrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05098726295590695381noreply@blogger.com3