"what elodie didn't know was that while her punishment ticked by, trapped in agony as furniture in some corner of the grand chambers, her lady was enduring a cruel punishment of her own."

senna

walk faster!

some variants from earlier work

red hot pain

'can you believe it's already been an entire year together, rosette?'

''she had me right where she wanted me: desperate, willing to say anything, do anything she commanded just for the slightest taste of something more. my limits were gone, long stripped away by the cruelty of this beautiful woman who would make me do everything and let me do nothing.'

‘i am going to do incredible things to your body now. i am going to make you feel so good that you will be praying for an eternity of sexual servitude. i will take as long as i need to, until you are pleading for my fangs to rescue you from your god and deliver you to your queen’

the queen and lady camille catch up over wine

yulia (bad girl)

goo

time for your walk

'it was intoxicating, looking into her lady’s eyes and seeing vulnerability, so pure– utter weakness. she wanted to keep going, to break this woman, to own her completely. effie continued to stare, watching the tears stream, watching the breaths, so heavy you could almost see them'

'a rumor circulated about our lady: that she was a former toy, utterly broken by her lady, but so thoroughly excellent and naturally dominant that she was plucked from the ranks to serve as a lady, to torment those endowed women her mind was so fixated on.'

'the effect of the drink was instant. my body felt hot-- i needed release; i would do anything for it. my dick was so hard; i needed my lady's touch. i wanted to be fucked. nothing mattered in the world except for lady nomi. i wanted her to strangle out every drop of my being through my ladycock.'

'senna had no idea how long it had been since that door had opened. no idea how long she’d been hanging from the ceiling dripping drool, sweat, and piss onto the floor. when she finally saw queen lana standing before her, glaring at her, she could have cried with relief.'

lana and senna, reunited

'all mine now'

i'm back, for now

i'll be taking an indefinite break, but here's one for the road.

a sketch request from my subscribestar last week: fran and penelo switching things up. thanks for the very fun request @aidenke.bsky.social if you're interested in making a request this week, join me over at: subscribestar.adult/prawncrawl (doll/toy tiers are eligible)

bunny's back! 'you were never very bright, so i doubt you remember me, but i sure remember you, little bunny’ the bunny tensed up, clearly scared; it seemed to mia that she definitely remembered something. the poor pet immediately began to pull away from alessa, trying hopelessly to crawl off.

'mia awoke from her light sleep to find fingers pulling the layers of leather away. as her eyes acclimated to the dim room, her lady’s upside-down form materialized in front of her. if she hadn’t been suspended from the ceiling, she would have leapt with excitement.'

'lady rupa stood from her chair and walked slowly over to her toy. ‘you know, yulia,’ rupa began, as she took the chain fastening yulia’s clamped nipples together in her hand, ‘you can pretend you’re not enjoying yourself, but your body is telling me everything i need to know.’

‘well, you were curious, and now you know. welcome to your new life.’ ‘ggg…’ ‘good night.’ ‘gnnnn…’

‘besides, isn’t all that pain worth the rewards? you know, when you’ve been a good girl and i take my finger and i– yes, just like that. you like that, don’t you? you are such a good girl, you just need a little correcting sometimes.’ ‘mmmmmm…’

the throne

she brought her face close to mine, so that our noses were almost touching, and said in a voice so low that it made my ears quiver, ‘i’m not sure i’ll ever let you cum again’ ‘nnnnnnnn,’ i groaned, staring back at her in disbelief. she only smiled. ‘but that doesn’t mean i can’t enjoy myself’

‘hmm, you’re an excited little pet, aren’t you?’ one of the sisters grabbed her wrist, guided her hand over to something hard. nomi inhaled, a sudden excitement overtaking her. she closed her hand around it and by some learned instinct began to stroke back and forth.

'she felt the doll's hands, a light touch that traced from her face down to her nipples. the doll pulled softly on the tassels attached to the piercings. mitra inhaled audibly; if it already felt this intense, how could mitra possibly hope to succeed? the doll's fingers continued down her body...'

'were you thinking about lady rupa? about being her perfect little dog?' yulia turned her head away. alessa was right. a day had not gone by that yulia hadn’t been reminded of her former lady, hadn’t spent time daydreaming about her. 'it's hard being my bitch, isn't it yulia?' ‘mmmm.’

‘you are so beautiful, tasha. i am going to have so much fun with you.’ the woman, from deep within a haze of euphoric bliss, stared back at her lady. tasha? in the moment, she had trouble conjuring any memories from her past life– couldn’t even seem to remember her own name.

she spun the toy around roughly and took her leash, pulling the hooded head towards her, whispering near where she thought her partner’s ear might be: ‘perform for me, you filthy slut. entertain me. show me how badly your body wants this.’

the visit, part iii

back to the grand chambers: 'paige gradually lost sense of time completely, her brain slipping into some state between consciousness, elevated to some plane where she was constantly aware of the terrible discomfort wracking her body but completely oblivious to anything else.'

ash and tiffany, from 'answered prayers' -- written and drawn as part of a commission (which i'm open for). you can read the story on my subscribestar.

brief interlude from the grand chambers-- some rule 34 content instead. fran & penelo are one of my all-time favorite couples. enjoy.

‘but yulia, i’m afraid i don’t want a pet.’ yulia opened her eyes and stared at her lady, anxiety spreading across her face. ‘i want a toy. i want a girl, a beautiful, freckled girl to fuck, to command…to love.’ yulia remained silent, letting her lady’s finger explore her mouth, drool flowing.

‘all anyone will see is a beautiful object. you are something to be looked at, to be touched. and if one of the queen’s guests desires it, to be played with. you are not a person in this suit, you are a statue– you must stay still, and more importantly, stay quiet.’ exhilarating.

together at last

alessa's recent obsession: replacing every thought in her other two toys’ heads with pure, animal lust. she could not stop wondering: what would happen when she finally let the two at each other? which slut would prove more inexhaustible? it was sure to be an incredible spectacle.

fank 'ou to the 1000 people who follow me on bsky! more to come.

‘bad dog,’ rupa repeated, knowing the phrase caused yulia more harm than anything she could do to her body. she could see a tear pool at the edge of yulia’s hood right before breaking free from the rim of the leather and trickling down her pet’s face.

'since making her decision to abdicate her throne six years ago, all of the responsibility, all of the options had been replaced by pure sensation. there was nothing nagging at the back of her head, just the singular expectation of obedience.'

'it is hard to pinpoint at what point in my life i yearned to be fucked by another woman’s boot. when had i become such a desperate mess? when had i begun to crave this degradation? when did i first lower myself to beg for just a single touch, even if it was the lash of a whip?'

'the red suit was not for the recipients of her wrath, but for herself. every morning, before leaving her chamber, lana confronted herself in the mirror, the sight of herself encased in red made her own ladycock stand up, even throb with excitement.'

another short comic

‘come, jiya. we don’t have any more time for your pitiful attempts at dignity. you can glare at me all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that you will be drooling all over your tits when i stick my fingers inside that dripping wet pussy of yours tonight.’

bianca's trial

'the woman took her ponytail and pulled it back forcefully, suddenly, causing her neck to arch backwards. she did not dare break eye contact and quickly adjusted her gaze downwards to keep them locked. the woman finally spoke. ‘delia, this one interests me. what is its name?’'