For the first time, I say before Simon!

So my loyal fans, what is it, you ask, that makes the subject line of this post true?

Well, I was sick last week, and therefore was quite a bit behind writing schedule. Instead of making you all wait, and since Simon's new formatting makes it so we can't steal his source code anyway (yeah, we'd been doing that for awhiiiile) I personally took the time to update the site. Val stayed up late marking up Nebula, and I woke up, finished my edits on it, and then coded it up, put it up, added descriptions to fan art . . . voila.

It's not a lot of fun to go through putting

tags and

tags everywhere, but a chickies gotta do what a chickie's gotta do! You, my fans, deserved this on-time update.

Also, last night I found my long lost word count document and brought it up to date. I had to show off the results.

Silververse:
The Adventures of Silver Girl: 86,702
Silver Eclipse: 72,444
Nocturnal Interlude: 4,808
The Memory Remains: 66,797
Wherever I May Roam: 14,784
Dust High: 15,701
Misted Facets: 13,297
Informant: 4,560
The Argentum Project: 100,763
(Arc: 153,913)
Poetic License: 11,068
Ballpoint to the brain: 7,035
Ink Blots: 6,583
Blotted Lace: 5,794
Sealed With A Kiss: 5,512
Ink Bot: 9,176
Prequill: 7,814
Ink Soaked Penumbra: 74,818
(Arc: 127,800)
Obedience Over Matter: 2,299
Silver Gray Starlight: 11,844
Pink Candy: 4,493
To Serve and Obey: 58,605
(Arc: 77,241)
Red Moon Rising: 88,751
Scribe and Shadow: 15,519

Total: 689,167

Electrum:
Volume 1: Electrum Impulses: 19,478
Volume 2: Roadside Justice: 5,432
Volume 3: The Spiral: 3,204
Volume 4: Hope: 3,920
Volume 5: Hope and Family: 7,424
Volume 6: Spiraling Forward: 6,990
Volume 7: Unraveling Transmutation and Hopeful Tethering: 5,898
Volume 8: Company Loyalty: 13,286
Volume 9: Floral Engagement: 12,729
Volume 10: A Magical Evening: 11,979
Volume 11: Out of Time: 14,954

Total: 105,294

Nebula:
Volume I: The Soaring Phoenix: 19,337
Volume II: Free Will's Fermata: 5,452
Volume III: Song and Storm: 4,474
Volume IV: Nebulous Struggle: 3,739
Volume V: Obedience's Refrain: 2,838
Volume VI: Phoenix Coda: 4,313
Volume VII: Ballad of Justice: 7,484
Volume VIII: Galvanized Melody: 7,233
Volume IX: Searing White Siren Song of Glory: 4,773
Volume X: Symphony of Falling Glass: 5,994

Total: 65,637

Rose
Rose Petals: 6,490
Rose Miracles: 11,070
Rose Rejuvination: 5,301

Total: 22,861

Mariana
The Day After: 4,843
The Fourth: 2,979

Total: 7,822

One Shots
Never Far Away: 2,041
Coping Mechanism: 10,434
Landing On Her Feet: 7,182
I've Got a Fever . . .: 2,233
Unit 9: 7,043
Paradise: 3,503
Exvolensation: 1,705

Total: 34,141

Grand Total: 924,922

This of course neglects the latest tale that I have to add in after I'm done with this post, but am too lazy to do now. This means since I've been writing for the archive (Unit 9 and Coping Mechanism by the way only use the rewritten values) I have only 75,078 polished words, not counting Nebula Volume XI, until I break one million.

I don't know what to say.

I want to thank all of you that read the blot, that contributed fanart, that well, tolerated my sometimes sporadic updates. I want to thank everyone who was happy when I created the Argent Garden forum, and then everyone who kept reading my work after I left once, then twice. I know I'm a rather thorny person, attempting to be warm but then storming off and locking doors, but some few of you have tolerated it at least for the sake of my writing - and honestly that's what I care about most.

Events in the Silververse are heating up. Darksong, another contributor to the greater Midasverse as I call it, has another story going up that may lead to an actual Silververse-Omegaverse crossover. New technologies introduced in Electrum Volume 11 lead well to a crossover with Once and Future Kim's Wires.

I only wish Decker were still about for some fun Psyche and Fractal fun.

That said, I admit it would be fun to have a more expanded Midasverse. I've attempted to do that through varying my style between Electrum and Nebula, but that only provides a little bit more. More unique, distinct voices could be fun. Oh well, right?

My lovely erislave and I might work on a webcomic together, and it MIGHT be Midasthemed. Since she'll be doing the hard part, I want her to make the call on that. If it happens, I'll let you all know here.

Hrm, lets see, what else is there to tell . . . Holidays are approaching, and I'll be doing damn near everything I possibly can to get Nebula Volume XII done by the end of the year. The event to follow is one I don't want to push back, even if there's no way in hell I can finish it by the end of the year. Then, I see another set of stories panning before us, finishing out the Sisters' stories by the end of 2010.

I'm tempted to go about commissioning some art of Sarah, Lacie, Jacqui, and Leona all posing together, or all mind fried together. I think I just might.

Good writing does two things. It makes you want to read, or it makes you want to write. I've done both, and while after I finish my tales in Midas I intend to withdraw from posting actively on the archive, I hope my writing is still able to have the same effect.

Again, thank you all, and I hope you're having a lovely holiday season.

~Madam Kistulot

Late Update!

So, I have a lot to say, and frankly, this took me too long to get to. Sorry about that. Life isn't getting in the way, but how much it has been getting in the way I've been a little lazy when I've had the capability.

New Super Mario Bros Wii came out yesterday, and I spent a good long time playing through a majority of it with Val. Was lotsa fun. We'll need to finish it still, but i feel satisfied mariowise. Chucking people you love off of cliffs? its a great stress reliever. Trust me.

A very sweet fan, amusingly named the same as my first glittering heroine (Sarah, not Silver Girl, silly) granted me a legitimate key for Windows 7 Ultimate - so I'm finally off of the XP train. So far really preferring it this way. A thing here or there isn't doing just what I want (Paint Shop Pro 7 isn't very happy with me - maybe because it's not the only 7 anymore?) but overall it runs faster, feels slicker, and is preeeetty. So that's all that matters.

Got Valencia a new laptop, a Toshiba Satellite. You never notice how small a netbook is until you stack it on top of a real laptop. Wow. Sylvia is TINY. Sylvia, incase I haven't said it, is the name of my netbook as my old desktop was named Aurora.

Aurora is getting so very close to some very big plot developments. Its so hard to restrain myself, but this needs to be done right or it'll be pointless. There's so much right on the verge of "popping". Sylvia has some things coming her way, but differently.

Their crossover is getting closer and closer, too. If I focus a little, maybe it'll be a sort of winter-season present? I'm not sure if I'll be able to make that deadline for starting it off/finishing it, but it's what I'm mentally aiming for.

Work has become stressful in a whole new way. People are leaving my contract. A lot. But still, we're "overstaffed." My hours have been cut back to 37 hours a week. To be honest? Any excuse not to be at work that doesn't get me fired or make me look worse. The job has become more exhausting, and I've actually recieved a pay cut for taking a "promotion."

So life is stressful. Val is happy. Mario is fun. Stories are moving forward.

Fanmail more appreciated than ever!

~Madam Kistulot

Four more years! Elect LaSilvas!

Okay, so work has calmed down, so why so slow now eh? Good question. This morning the max broke down, more details on what a max is at the Trimet Website, but previous to that? Exhaustion and writers' block. I've capped 55 stories in four years on the archive. Four years.

Its quality though, not quantity, but I'd like to think I've got that, too. Maybe not every story, and the earlier could use a rewrite . . . but I'd like to think they're worthy additions.

I'd have a mite fewer if I hadn't played with story conventions a little. Lead-ins were fun. After a nearing event, Nebula will revert to a more classic multi chapter story. Electrum seems to work best this way - but feel free to chime in if you dissagree.

Four years . . .

That's highschool. Thats a bachelor's degree. Thats longer than most marriages . . .

Sarah was born in June, so she's been four for awhile. Old enough to go to preschool, and get ready for kindergarden. She'll make an adorable school girl in a year or two.

She still has years before her chronological existence is jailbait, but we know how she'll turnout. Mmm.

Okay verge of creepy There. Sorry! Regardless, more should be coming, but I'm not promising as rigorous a schedule. I just can't keep up with it. I'm not going to purposefully go slow, but I don't know how well these deadlines are working for me or for story quality. So, apologies, but things might come a little slower. Probably not much than as of late, but hey . . . at least I'm posting, and rather regularly.

Gotta have something else in the update besides lisa teez in red, eh?

That's all for now,

~Madam Kistulot

Stress, or "This is the job I don't get payed for"

Well, this can't be good, right? Posting but not with a good subject line?

You'd be right.

Work has been hellish, and even though when I'm not fixing everyone else's mistakes (besides my actual right beside me co-workers!) there's plenty of time between calls . . . All this week I've been working overtime. I'll be working even more overtime come next week.

My employers hinted this is intended to run all of the way through christmas.

Ain't that just cute?

So, Electrum 9 is basically done, but needs an ending, and lots of polishing. Next update. Maybe.

I haven't really had a lot of time for MCstories lately. Two stories are currently open in my browser in different tabs, but I've been slow to even start on them. Life's just been a little too hellish.

Hope you're all having a better time.

Missed update, missed lover

Well, by now you've noticed that I missed the update. Sorry. I'll be trying to get both Sylvia and Aurora in to this sat/sun's update.

Reason? The lovely eri was visiting us from her lands far across the eastern horizon. Was somewhat occupied. She left portland last night, and I go back to work today. Feeling the smallest touch melancholy, but fine otherwise.

Also tired. Very tired. Couldn't sleep. I'll be awake for at least 26 hours by the time I get off work today.

I'll be sleeping well tonight.

~Madam Kistulot

Nebula Volume II? What?

Hello there!

Any of you who have read through the latest story will see a typo. Next week, Nebula Volume II? Teh whatz? This is very easily explained as a typo. It should be Volume VII. That is the one big negative against roman numerals, and that I add my authors notes in last as a finishing touch.

Sorry for the confusion, and I hope you're enjoying.

Things next next week are going to take a bit of a different turn with Aurora getting a self contained third-person story. It's going to be a big departure, but I hope you'll all enjoy it.

Next week, Nebula gets a twist thrown in. Apparently the name for Volume VI I've heard is misleading. Phoenix Coda was referring to the Phoenix's Coda. Not Nebula's. Or John Bonham's comeback CD.

So, clarifications, and best wishes I suppose! I ought to do more of these, but the heat in Portland has been MISERABLE as of late. Mostly just trying to stay cool and alive. So, until next time!

~Madam Kistulot

Soooo I'm not good at keeping up with the blot!

Sorry about that!

I've been good at keeping current with updates, and that's what matters. The recent chapter was very hard to get out, and I apologize if it doesn't have the same kick you're used to expecting. It felt like it was missing something, but in the way where I could have spent five years not posting it and had it make no difference. Since the whole point of this writing exercise for me was to attempt more serial work, keeping up is important. Its tricky, but important.

Next week's Nebula is going to be a very interesting one, and I hope I can make it pack as much punch, eroticism, and foreshadowing into it as I possibly can. Both are getting very near the end of their introductory stories. After that, there will be another two extra-big volumes, which may not be posted all at one, may be, we'll see, and then there will be a crossover. Look forward to it, but I refuse to spoil any details.

Work has been a little hectic. People getting fired left and right due to being dumbasses. A guy at my job - a supervisor no less - was actually found in the bathroom with a needle full of heroin. Well, once full. Fired. One guy was hanging up on customers. Fired. My supervisor likes to joke in our team meetings that there's a bulletten to keep in track of every week: the new way to get yourself fired.

If you do your job, you will get paid and remain employed. Mayhaps, you will even be promoted as I might be - more news on that soon. Its pretty much a given, but I want to be sure before I blog it anywhere.

Regardless, things have been a little bit stressful, and after some less than fun people were met on the snappville site, I felt a little bit less like being public for awhile. Its just hard to believe the nerve of some people. If you want them to leave you alone, you block them, that doesnt mean try another account . . . but I digress.

More writing next week, a big one. I'm taking a vacation from work in august, but I think that I'll still get up stories on time. Anything more, well, you'll hear about it another time!

I leave you with pictures of my new computer, Atma Genji. Why Atma Genji? She glows blue like the atma weapon, and she has a dual core proccessor.

If you don't understand that, play more Final Fantasy Six.

*Atma
*Glowing Atma
*Atma breaking the Warp Speed Barrier

Until next time!

~Madam Kistulot

A little late, but more than Simons got!

I know, the guy works nearly year round - he deserves a vacation. Hell, I appreciate the slacking time. I have a backlog that admittedly will appreciate the extra work I'll be doing it, and the break. Breaks are nice. Unless they're broken computers, but that goes without saying.

When I get home, I'll take a shot or two of Atma. Atma Genji. Oh my precious computer. Way more than I need . . . but isn't that the whole point?

I'm on the new commuter train right now, the WES. For more details, go to www.trimet.org. Its a pretty awesome train, thats not actually run BY trimet, but for it. Which means it actually works, on time, and so forth. I think its the best thing trimet has ever made, even if it is at times a little bumpy. Awesome seats, no need to stand, and the chairs recline slightly! Plus? Free wifi, which I am using now to type up this blog post.

Game fuel is back again by the way. Stop by your local soda dealer and pick some up. Tell them MK sent you. They wont do anything special, but I'd appreciate it.

I've resisted myspace, but I can be found on hypnotize me! a social networking site for hypnosis. Its honestly better to poke me by instant messenger, but I know I'm not always on. Also, I am migrating to madamkistulot@live.com as opposed to my ancient hotmail that no longer works for email anymore, anyway.

There is lots more planned for Aurora and Sylvia, but I find myself more and more wanting to do something more visual with them/other characters. Maybe I just need to write something else and more often, but maybe also my visual artist friends and script writer friends are rubbing off on me. Both are equally likely as far as I can tell.

In other news, the flash cartoon that I am essentially co-creator of is all but finished. After some menus are action scripted, and I finish the subtitles, it'll be finished. Its about 22 minutes, which is about the same ammount animated of a half an hour cartoon. Its "The Legend of Link: Oh god yes, and spiders". The title is amusing as hell, and so is the actual comic. I only have one line, two words, but I am responsible for lots that has been done for it, including the originam remade theme that I'll need to link to here some day, even if its less Madam Kistulot and more Carin McLeoud. Under the Cowl is fine time to time I hope, as it tends to kill people just like it killed batman. Poor batman. poor batman superman from the planet of the capes.

I havent had any more trips to the comic store, mostly because I realized I am a highly impressionable writer, and those comics were not good for me. Especially not with some of the things going on. The Dark Reign, the Blackest Nights . . .

And people complained when I killed Olivia.

Another thing worthy of note, is that today is my first day going to work completely without the aid of crutches. This might not be interesting to you, but I've been on them for nearly half a year.

Goddess, do I hate crutches.

So, until next time, aka tonight . . .

~Madam Kistulot

p.s. god damn it, Batman is dead and the Phoenix is coming back to life. Does anyone see a problem here?

Still not dead!

You know how you remember to do things right after you save them/send them? There's no "next week!" Teaser. Bah. Oh well! Electrum Volume 5 will be out next week even if I'm a space case.

Speaking of space casery, the first two stories of my comeback have no editing but my own. Honestly. Stresses caused me to want to do it on my own, and Valencia along with several others lead me to well . . . take that thought under advisement, and I ended up deciding I could use an editor after all, even if just type editing, which honestly is very very important.

Very.

So, I have my new computer. Atma. Pictures will surface soon. she's dual core, and has a very double theme to her case design, so I am calling her Atma, with the last name genji. If you know why you're awesome.

So, more will come. Realize it. Accept it. Embrace it. Eventually it may become something you don't want, but I hope not. Their stories are honestly going differently than I intended, though the moment of reentwinement remains the same. I figure somewhere around their collective volume 12s is where I'll bring them back together agfter a single story from neither of their perspectives.

It all depends on how things go, I guess!

Thank you everyone who has shown your support. I'm exhausted, and still setting up my new computer, so I'm going to leave you all now to your own ends, and wish you a wonderful week!

Not dead. Yet.

So, if you're reading this, you probably saw the update to mcstories.

If you're seeing this before the update, sorry to ruin it. Nebula Volume III should be at least vaguely worth the wait. I have heard some criticism that its panning out too much like Silver Girl - but that's not where its headed. I know, a writer needing to explain their work is the first sign that something isn't going well, but I hope you'll disagree.

Anyway, as posted before, work has been exhausting. What with over 75% of the people I used to work with quitting or being fired, and then being slapped with customer surveys that were meant for other agents . . . work has been a lovely hell. Tech support isn't very fun when you work for companies that care one hundred and fifty ten percent more about their customers than their employees.

On top of that, I have tuberculosis. Don't worry, apparently I've had it for . . . two years? I'm on pills for months. They aren't bad, but it is very third world level frustrating. So yes, I'm a carrier for a very deadly disease. The state of Oregon is paying for my treatment.

Early January, well before my medical kicked in, I was on a bus that sped off before I could finish sitting down and my knee popped out of place. Wound up on crutches. Once I was down to one, ready to ditch it... something popped, literally, out of the other knee. So back to two. Down to one again, we'll see how that goes, but being mobility impaired is very difficult. Nothing makes stairs better than ramps, but there are no fucking ramps into my apartment building, or complex. Damn Oregon for being at a forty-five degree angle.

So, sans a lovely visit from Erika back in March, this year has been a difficult one so far. Good thing is that suffering leads to good writing. A calm in the storm often helps this granted, and I admit that I don't really see any especially close, but I'm not doing anything like giving up.

Just realistically expecting next week to more or less mirror this one, sans next week I get paid.

Lastnight my desktop computer died. The harddrive should be fine, and everything from it should be rather well backed up, but even a generous donation from the Raine foundation it'll still be a month or two before I can afford a new computer... So I'm a little depresssed over that. Aurora, the computer, was named before the character. She was the first major purchase I made with my first job. When I turned on her screen, it was the rising of the sun.

I'm a little dumbly emotional, I'll admit, but she has a lot of value and meaning and now she's dead. It happens.

The good news, is that I have up to volume 5 and V written. They need a little more editing, but I should be able to keep up the pace neccessary for frequent updates. Stress from work, home, health, and honestly a little worry in living up to my own name exhausted my ability to reliably write. I took a hiatus, and I should be back at least until I can finish their stories unless life intervenes again.

After Sylvia and Aurora finish off, I plan on trying to find a sellable premise and fight tooth and nail to finally achieve my dream. Odds are against me, but I've never been big on trusting the odds, anyway.

So, for now, keep checking the updates. Check here via RSS. More to come, in time.

~Madam Kistulot

P.S. - Rather recently to try and aid my writing I decided to actually indulge the genre I've been dancing in further, and have been a regular visitor of the local comic shop Things From Another World, which you can also find online. Thanks to a friend's reccomendation I've been tearing through TPB of Ultimate Spiderman, and have been enjoying it sans some of issue five. Was going to get back into the x-men, but guess who on my third issue is comming back to life again. I'm going to sidestep that, and enjoy pieces of Batman's "Death", pieces of Dark Reign, and miscellanious TPB, though for now thats on hold until I get my new box. More on that as more surfaces.

Disillusionment

Perhaps I should break my silence.

EMC has steadily lost its allure for me over the past year. Posting here and interacting to what little extent I do with the community feels more like a chore than a hobby. I lost interest in new writing some while ago, and the media and discussion I encounter on the forums never held much allure. I still have a mind control fetish, but that isn't enough to make me want to post here or interact with the community.

Nothing has changed about my interest in hypnosis or my loving D/s bond with Madam. I would continue posting about slave life and hypnosis were they not so connected with MC given the context of the 'blot. Those themes are already covered extensively by others in the community, and I don't think I have anything novel to contribute. Teaching about hypnosis when those with training are already doing so feels pointless. I also feel much less comfortable posting about my personal experiences given some of the ignorant and dehumanizing responses I've received. My primary audience for those posts has no conception of loving D/s and is unlikely to view anyone writing about it submissively as more than mindless entertainment. I don't want to put my experiences on display for this audience. I'm sick of being viewed as not even a person.

This entire milieu of concepts and activities is supremely disheartening.

More accurately, the MC community and most of the material available has lost its allure, but that feels rude to say.

Believe it or not, I agree with those who think Madam's spin-off series is redundant, tepid, and in need of a twist (she does, too). I think EMC lost some allure for her, as well, at least writing-wise. She still enjoys trancing just as much as I do.

If I get a whim, I'll post here, but don't expect much from me in the future.

~Valbot

New job burnout

Heya everyone!

You'll notice by now I haven't had anything in the last two updates, nor have I contributed to the blog in awhile. Sorry. Not so much intentional, as I've been horrifically burned out, and I've needed a break from my personal deadlines - and writing has been very difficult. I have a four hour commute each day, and my handwriting is atrocious, so I've recently ordered a new notebook and I should have it by... Tuesday? At the latest. And then, I intend to write during my commute.

Five and a half hours of battery life? Mmmm, battery life.

So I just wanted to give everyone an update, and apologize. I really haven't had time to barely do anything at all besides unwind as of late, and try to de-stress which has worked with varying amounts of success.

I haven't really even had time to pay attention, but I admit I am getting a giggle out of the return of Sara H. I'm glad to know she's well, but going from bashing everyone's work and saying you're the best writer in the world who doesn't write according to cliches, then only writing cliches, demanding to be known as a new name, then taking back your old title... I have to admit, this is petty to post, but I did get a kick out of hearing about it. I don't pay attention to the forums, or most stories, but I listen to some that do.

So, I hope you're all well, and I'm sorry that Nebula and Electrum hit an update snag, but I have plenty planned for them!

Happy Reading!

~Madam Kistulot

It's been awhile - sorry!

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to let you all know that I'm not dead with my work being published post homunously. Humonously. However the frell you spell that.

I am very much alive (or so they tell me) and that is unlikely to change any particular time soon.

I've started a new job! Due to their rules about posting on blogs, I have decided to merely tell you the away message that I have up on Pidgin: I work in salt mines tech supporting fruit. Not exactly the message, but nooone the less! Due to this job, and adjusting, I sort of lost the steam I had going in my writing - so this week gets to be a by week. Sorry! If football teams get them (why can't my 49ers play anymore? at least the raiders have been good more recently than they...) then I can too!

So, none this week, and an apology for no blog activity. Volumes 3 are very... wait a tick. Electrum Volume 3... Okay, I actually can get that done. And there will be some this week. All I need to do is put it in a text file and send it off.

Electrum Volume 4 and Nebula Volume III are well under way. Ignore my insanity, and I apologise for my silence either way.

Twists are comming! Just be patient. The tide tuuuuurns! Or some such.

~Madam Kistulot

Closing off Tabico week!

Honestly, did you chose your pen name just to ruin this for me? So not fair! I kid of course, but if I didn't, I'd be old!

Please, imagine that you clicked here after I said that.

There are still a lot of good Tabico stories, so to end this week I'll look through the list and grab out a few more to point out as must reads. Tabico is another author whose work deserves to be devoured completely, so don't think less of stories I don't recommend.

Community

This is a story I've read several times, and enjoyed each time. A cop finds herself a part of a very special new community, and is shown the ropes by the lovely "D" as she is converted for it's use. There's just something I always loved about the way her clothes were removed by scalpel and the back and forth as she loses her mind to her new life. Hot, sizzling, read it.

In the Back of my Mind

This is a story that like Sweet Oil comes off with a young, innocent and adorable feeling. Two girls stumble upon something best left alone, and wind up servants to its whims. Their reactions to finding it, and as they begin to tread closer and closer to the end of their independence, is so delicious to savor.

Kaleidoscope Mind

I like to think of this tale as an MC story mixed with a good ol' slasher flick the likes of Friday the 13th. I choose that one due to it's setting. Camp councilors, pre-camp, wind up receiving a lovely little gift that has so much fun with helpless minds. The way they're taken down one by one until all of them are helplessly lost has such a hot, fun feeling to it, and I find myself coming back to this story often hoping one day to write something in a similar vein.

Lord May

I only happened upon this story rather recently, and it was an unexpected pleasure. A chance encounter leads a couple to meet their paralyzed next door neighbor who has mastered an exquisite process allowing one to control another's pleasure or pain via remote control. There's so much more to that premise, but there's where it all begins. The protagonist this time is male, and not who Lord May is after. A twist, huh? A most unusually happy ending, and hilarious outtakes frost this hot yummy cake of a story. Dig in!

Rewired

This is a yet another delicious story. Without going too far, or even saying much at all, I will recommend this story for its line of "fucking home appliance" if nothing else. Honestly. I think that's all I need to say. Read it.

Wrach

Another story that takes place like a horror story - only this time there is more gruesome attached to the sexy side of things. something long since buried is unearthed, and one by one . . . well . . . it gets just what it wants. Another one I read more recently than the rest of her work, and it definitely deserves a read. Very yummy.

This closes off Tabico week then, and I hope you're all looking forward to Iago week! Othello sure isn't.

~Madam Kistulot

Tabico Week Part Deux

Hello everyone! This time around to make sure every entry get's up on the right day I've decided to write them all ahead of time. If this starts a trend, hey, you'll be able to rely on me like a webcomic.

As I mentioned in Monday's post, Tabico doesn't pull back from raw, squicky, powerful stories. While Monday also showed she doesn't need to, today will show that not only can she, but she can - amazingly.


Adaptation

Let me start my praise of this story with a simple fact: I am deathly afraid of wasps. The cutest non cartoon bee comes anywhere near me, and I scream. I will hide from bees, or sit/stand incredibly still. It's not going to far to say they scare me to my very core. Even with that said, this story is hot. Her slow response to the fate that befalls her is amazing, and it's defense for her resistance makes it all the more delicious. This story hasn't made me less afraid of wasps, but it is still so amazingly hot. Does have a squick warning, but I think it's worth it.

Allegiance

Another story set on a distant world like Adaptation (in fact, due to a similar curse used I believe them to be in the same universe, more similarities to follow) this one with a more romantic tone to it. Old lovers meet anew to talk about what happened between the last time they've seen each other. One of them has a very hot yummy evil mc insect filled story to tell, that leads to a sweet happy reunion. Sounds unbelievable? Read it. Maybe not as squicktastic, but it fits to mention after Adaptation.

Bitch

This is probably a story you've heard mentioned before. It's the classic "I don't find bestiality even vaguely hot, but . . ." story. I have another, but that's going to have to wait until after Iago when I get to arclight. Anyway, this story really is fairly legendary amongst the EMCSA. MC device owes a nod to Eye of Serpent, and from there Tabico hits the ground running and doesn't stop. Twisted, messed up, and yet somehow very hot. Definitely, give this one a read.

Herd Instinct

A story that unknown to me at the time helped inspire part of "Silver Eclipse", Herd Instinct is another story you've probably heard of. If you haven't read this yet, you're missing out. It is extreme, with a business woman - the owner of a paper plant if I remember correctly, being more or less turned into a cow. Not to a level one would associate with the story above (no grafting horns for instance), but still extreme. Even better is when she has one more use after you think she's finally been made into just what they want her. An awesome story.

Riders

Tabico describes that this makes her "Mind Worms" story seem like "Horton Hears a Who" and recommends you read Sweet Oil if it doesn't appeal. This story is definitely unashamed, raw squick. Slime, ugly slug parasites, but yummy betrayal and re purposing of humans. Not including this on this list would be remiss. There are other stories of hers involving parasites, but this one works best for an extreme, and is a yummy read none the less!

Yellow

I've had this up as a pick on my site during the first listing of picks, so this one shouldn't come as a particular surprise. Definitely a rather extreme story, and even based on something from D&D lore! A powerful wizard buys slaves, but just what does she use them for? I wouldn't want to ruin it, nor the delicious epilogue scene. Its all just so delicious. There are a few details that are less than overflowingly sexy, but make it more real and intense for me. Not for the faint of heart, but otherwise, this is one everyone should read.

It feels good to have this post done early, as I'm sick of feeling like I'm scrambling to give good authors the feedback they deserve - even if they never actually read the blot. After I cover enough authors, I am tempted to email links, but that sounds so silly to actually do.

So, another full list of stories to read if you haven't gotten to them already! Enjoying my reviews? I hope so! Nebula Volume 3 is going slowly, but I'm excited for November! Are you?

Happy Reading!

~Madam Kistulot

Tabico Week Part 1

Damn you Tabico. You write awesome stories, you know that? Why did you have to chose a pen name I can't riff on? I can play with it, say tabsico amongst friends when being silly (I don't know why I started saying that) and tabi could be a cute thing to riff on, like tabby cat, but I can't really get away with that in good conscience.

So, ignoring my little tirade, welcome to Tabico week! The last, but by no means least, of the t-trio! Tabico's specialty is the rawness in everything she writes. She has no limits - or few and far between - and you can feel it in her writing. If something is going to happen, it happens. She doesn't pull away from the squick, diving in head first to stories most authors wouldn't even touch.

Tabico has written a wide variety of stories, including color codes for an author most well-known for her "red" or f/f contributions to the archive. She's collaborated with thrall and the next on my list Iago, and has an impressive series of interrelated stories that have never gotten a name, but I lovingly refer to as the Snowdonverse. She's not exactly the main character, but she is a recurring character that I enjoy quite a bit. Plus, I can never spell Arundsen's name without looking at how it's spelled.

So, for Tabico week, I'm going to start there. This will be a long post - making up for it's lateness - and giving you plenty to read if you haven't gotten to these lovely gems already! Warning, scrolling past where you've read may give spoilers - but not horrific ones.

New Tunez

The first story starts innocently enough. Lissa, a college student, gets an email for a new site that offers music downloads. Deciding to give it a try, she downloads some music that has a delicious affect on her mental state. Losing time is such a yummy way to show someone is being programmed. The fun doesn't stop there, and soon her friend is giving these new tunes a try. A yummy story, full of heat, and delicious mind control.

Cross My Heart

Nicole, Lissa's friend, has worried parents. She's been acting a little differently... and so she winds up being sent to see a shrink. The title comes from an adorable piece of hardware she wears, and I won't spoil that at all. The web of mind control grows further as yet another mind is drawn in deeper, and escape is so rarely an option.

Sweet Oil

Most of Tabico's stories are raw, evil, perhaps even cruel in a way. It would be hard to call most of them sweet, even when everyone is euphoric by the end. Sweet Oil is a sweeter, more lighthearted story as the title would suggest. A few girls get their hands on some special massage oil that has some yummy side effects, and get caught up experimenting, enjoying . . . savoring. No enslavement, nothing lasting, just hot fun. No less worth a read.

Hot Oil

But of course, the oil doesn't need to be used for sweeter purposes, as shown in this sequel. The woman supplying the oil returns to collect, and a sorority is turned into a pack of pets one after the other. Tabico writes a lot of serial recruitment, and perhaps this story is one of the best examples. A yummy story, sizzling really. Read it!

Fitness

A woman's gym changes ownership, and things start to change, dramatically. The changes happen so sweetly subtly to those involved, and for those of us with the luck to watch, you can see the options for anything but enslavement melting away more and more as the story progresses. Also a yummy dehumanization piece, though I don't want to ruin much more. Lots of women being taken all at once - yummy!

Temp to Perm

Snowdon herself pays a visit to collect a new girl, and winds up with another. A delicious short story with a fun protagonist - a temp who enjoys being a temp fluttering from job to job, doing good enough work to get away with surfing for porn on her work computer. I love the title, and this story.

Ronin

Another story where we get a more direct glance at Snowdon, though admittedly the first that I had any problems with. It is a very hot story, with a woman being caught between the games of two powerful mind controllers . . . but the way some characters act, and are allowed to act, strikes me as a little out of character for what we've seen in the past. Its a yummy story, with yummy bikes, but the latter half just doesn't sit right with me.

Arundsen's Device

This story feels to me almost like another half to the 'verse, even if there are only three stories with Andrea, and only two where she is given a more central role. Andrea, a grad student, stumbles upon a mind control made by Professor Arundsen, and indulges in it. She even uses it on herself - a detail that has always made this story stand out in my mind. But things are turned on her, and then once she manages to recover, things are turned again . . . a very fun protagonist, and supporting cast. Yummy.

Socket

Sort of a side story, a colleague of Arundsen tests his own device ant takes himself a yummy new slave. It is m/f md, but its still a yummy story for it's mind control if nothing else. Andrea makes a cameo. I'm feeling at a loss for what else to say for this one, but that doesn't mean it's bad.

Summit

This story is a direct sequel to Arundsen's Device (I finally spelled it without looking! holy crap!) as well as continuation of the earlier stories with Nicole. A 'natural' has been found, and several mind controllers are brought together, made aware of the situation . . . some manage to pull through, while some are taken apart. This story alternates between our more familiar characters and the natural, a man who has the ability to instantly conquer a mind with almost no effort. Arudsen is made a much more interesting character here (as he's actually present for one), Snowdon is developed deliciously, and the Andrea/Nicole interactions are some of my favorite scenes in MC. If you enjoyed the previous stories, you need to read this one. It's delicious.


Wow, that was a lot, but really, these stories deserve to be read as all one big lump - maybe not all at once, but as a continuing growing world with so much to delight in. I enjoy rereading parts of them, or stories in their entirety quite often, and never find myself regretting it.

Until Wednesday!

~Madam Kistulot

p.s. - I need to update the updates page and the front page of my site, but my story picks have been updated again! Give them a look if you still want more to read!

thralling others

This post is a little late, but I'm still getting to it - and it's the thought that counts! After this post I'm going to get to writing Nebula Volume 3 in earnest. I know, well behind where I intended to be, but I still have several updates ready, and that's what matters.

Anyway, enough about me. Today is about perhaps one of the most impressive things thrall has accomplished on the EMCSA - her collaborative efforts. Obviously I like her solo writing, but to fuse one's writing with anothers? That is even more impressive as far as I'm concerned.

So, a quick reviewcomendation™ for three wonderful stories.

Goldilocks

Co-written with trilby else, this story is absolutely delicious. The synopsis, an interstellar thief seeks refuge, does not begin to touch on this masterpiece. Just like Goldilocks and the three bears (obviously the inspiration for the title) our protaganist hidoes away in a long abandoned installation, and tries everything out, until she finds the new role that is just right for her. Her struggle, and her eventual surrender, are dripping with pure "mmm". Really, I can't think of a better way to describe it. Check it out if you haven't, it's amazing.

Arachne, or the Icky-Squicky Spider

Alien invasions are in themselves awesome - combine it with thrall and Tabico and you have something even more amazing. When Cassandra goes missing her old flame/friend Randy goes looking and stumbles upon something beyond anything she'd beeen afraid to find. Body modification, mental enslavement, and bringing old friends closer together... this is another yummy story you really need to give a glance.

Salvation

Ending alphabetically last, but by no means the least yummy, is another thrall-Tabico fusion. A group of trained commandos - one of them a former slave herself - raid a mistress's compound to attempt freeing the slaves, but one of the slaves has other ideas, and the tables turn so deliciously as they themselves are freed from their free will. The slave's actions are so yummy, and the ending is one of my favorite endings for either of their stories. If you enjoy Tabico or thrall, or just mc, you do need to read this too.


My reviews are feeling a little more energy-draining and hard to come up with. I love these stories, really, but my descriptions of that enjoyment are feeling lackluster . . . so I may or may not post Tabico week next week. Either way, I will be taking a break before I move on to Iago.

For now, read these excellent stories, and who knows, maybe we'll get some yummy surprizes on the EMCSA tomorrow!

~Madam Kistulot

In thrall's thrall

I know, lame title today, but if you want me to come up with a better one it'll take me until it's no longer Wednesday, and I'd love to get one of these author weeks on mon/wed/fri!

Continuing as before, we'll hit on some more of thrall's stories, another three lovely pieces that I consider must reads - especially if you liked the last three stories. Honestly, a lot of the authors I'll be going into? I think you should read all of their work. What I'm doing here is just telling you why I love them, editorializing a little, while trying to give some authors I really love a boost to their readership.

Do they need it? From me? Probably not. Honestly, I'd prefer riding on their coat tails. Being an author thrall would want to co-write with? That would be a dream. Getting a mention in a trilby story for inspiration? Equally awesome. The one such reference I got from an author I'd read for years, arclight, still has me beaming.

And I mean really, really beaming.

So, without further ado, less about me, and more about you, thrall! On to today's reading suggestions!

Raggedy Anne

This is a most delightful story all about a delightful little girl who bares absolutely no ill will to our protaganist whatsoever. Sorry, couldn't resist, I'm in a strange mood. Cherie is a door to door saleswoman. That's crappy enough job as it is, driving around, hoping to make a sale, without running into a girl who intends to make you into a toy for her own amusement.

Raggedy Anne is another story I don't want to say too much about because part of the thrill (at least for me) is getting to the reveal. Obviously, the girl who answers the door isn't nearly what she seems, young, or normal, and our protagonist Cherie is irrevocably changed from woman into well . . . literally a doll.

Not a plush doll mind you, but a sextoy, albeit a cutesy one. Body and mind changed for the convenience of her new owner in a lovely transformation sequence.

The mischevious bratty nature of the domme in this story makes it an especially delightful read. Don't miss out!

Love In a Silver Socket

In the future, there will be aliens. Not the nicest aliens, either. World conquering, mind controlling aliens who have plenty of uses for their subjugated slaverace. Why wipe out humanity when they're such a malleable race and so happy to please once you've installed some extra hardware?

The silver in the title, and the story, might make some giggle that I'm reccomending it, but it is truly a wonderful story. Our protaganist is one of the humans who have been "upgraded" by our new alien overlords - a once member of the resistance remade to service her alien owners, and she's all too eager. Wether it be on display, being controlled for her owners' amusement, or being used against her former friends, there's nothing she'd like to do more . . .

But her mind isn't gone - just repurposed, and a slip by her alien owners in addition to some of their upgrades could mean a much different result than intended. Another story with a delightful twist I don't want to ruin. thrall is no M Night Shamalan with her plot twists. No one turns out to be really dead or allergic to water. It flows from the story. And that is why I would absolutely hate to spoil it. Read it, and enjoy it. Neither task is difficult.

Solitaire

We've all at one time in our lives or another played a game of computerized solitare to make the time go by. Does the computer cheat to make us groan in abject terror, or is it as much an exercise in learning to accept that which you cannot win as much as a game where victory is the intended result? Who knows. That's not the purpose of this story, but it gives us some background.

Hidden within our narrator's (I don't believe she gets a name - I should reread it anew soon) otherwise harmless game is an insidious like or two of code that makes the trance of red on black, black on red, king through ace, so much more satsfying and affecting than any game of cards I've ever played.

By the end, that lovely computer mouse has been repurposed most delightfully, and free will is a thing of the past. A nice quick read that's definitely more productive than playing a game of solitare.


Thank you again for reading through my reviews and reading suggestions. I'm debating taking a break from these sorts of posts after hitting through Tabico next week since I think my skill at writing engaging, enthusiastic reviews is slipping. It's just not where my writing tallent lays. Of course, it doesn't fall in any form of nonfiction writing, but you get what I mean.

So if I seem less enthusiastic, it's not because I reccomend the stories any less. Read! Multiply! Play solitare! Visit my blog, and tell all of your friends!

MK out!

Slave Life: Blue Screen of Obedience

Madam has an adorable tendency to accidentally trigger me due to forgetting the triggers she doesn't use often. Recently, I spent what felt like hours sending myself progressively deeper as I struggled to let her know she'd put me under.

During a trance designed to get around some of my issues with amnesia, she programmed a “blue screen of obedience.” Any stray thoughts, attempts to analyze, or lingering awareness contrary to what she wanted me to experience would trigger a blue screen, a literal flash of blue within my mind that would kill the entire process tree sans the root of my trance. This blue screen also deepened my trance, leading to the paradox of solving the problem by encouraging me to do more of what created it: the blue screens felt lovely, and I wanted to go deeper, so I tried to trigger them. She continually used the phrase “blue screen of obedience.” Once or twice after that trance, she put me under by surprise with that phrase.

ANY thought contradictory to trance triggers the blue screen . . . including thoughts of telling Madam she put me under since typing or speaking would lighten my trance state! Early last month, I nudged her about text trancing since that works well for me and we were talking through text. She responded, “blue screen of obedience . . . doesn't that sound nice?”

My vision blurred. My head drifted to rest against the monitor. I slackened in my chair. My fingertips felt numb and I didn't realize my lips were parted until I felt warm breath against my wrists, which triggered a blue screen since that thought wasn't about melting. Each time I thought, “I should tell Madam she put me under . . .” or “I should verbally say something to get her attention . . .” I got a blue screen.

Madam was on the couch not even a yard away. Sinking was safe. I knew she would eventually look over and bring me back to the world of the thinking. Blue screen.

“Mmmaa—“ blue screen.

I felt like I'd been under for hours by the time I distantly heard what I thought might be my na—blue screen. “Vaaaaaal! Are you okay?” Blue screen.

Snap.

Urgent, louder snap.

I couldn't read for about a minute after her second snap. When I could, I realized Madam had been asking me through text to respond for the past ten minutes. Only ten minutes! She was distracted by a show and hadn't thought to look over at me. When she did look over, I was slumped against my screen and appeared passed out rather than tranced. When I explained what happened, she smacked her forehead and hugged me. I was sending myself progressively deeper to a point well past somnambulism by trying so very, very hard to let Madam know what was going on! Even though my thoughts were about her, they were not about going deeper, and they would have required me to do something that would have lightened my trance state. Since I knew she was in the same room and would eventually notice me, my safety programming didn't need to abort the experience. Plus, those blue screens felt damn lovely. I vaguely remember reaching a point where I saw only silver and was silently mewling “obey” over and over. That really did feel like a matter of hours. I was shocked by the time distortion when Madam brought me out of what almost felt like a self-induced cascading systems failure. I was fuzzy for the rest of the night. My typing was near-incomprehensible for the next hour.

Well . . . she definitely succeeded in getting rid of my ability to maintain any kind of internal narrator during trance! I rarely interpret suggestions so literally.

Technical imagery has been so deeply reinforced for me that she can type or speak to me in a highly computerized way and achieve good results, often the best results. She blends this well with an organic, gentler, nurturing style that makes me feel adored and cherished. Sometimes she goes with one or the other, but she most often combines them. She didn't simply tell me to blue-screen: she told me the blue screen would feel nice, and I could imagine her gentle, inviting tone over the text. Feeling that gentleness made the melting even yummier and made it even harder to want to come back on my own. I felt so . . . loved and warm while I was sending myself progressively deeper. Silver is obedience. Obedience is warmth. Of course I would only obey someone I love, and I love Madam more than any one, or thing, else.

Obedience is also blue. I have deep and delicious associations with the color blue, which Madam made its own trigger (said in a specific tone of voice, of course), but blue so easily melts into silver. Silver has blue in it, so I don't really perceive a difference when I'm as far gone as I was during that chain of blue screens.

I think I might have ended up on the couch with her that night. I think we were snuggling. I don't remember that night particularly well. The blue screen of obedience is some of my strongest programming. I can override it if I really feel threatened or uncomfortable, but I have yet to experience the need.

This post segued into a five-page ramble about experiences from the hypnotist side, trance logic, technical bits about hypnotism, and general advice. I cut that and saved it in another file for another post. Would anyone find such a post interesting? I might make general hypno-posts, time to time. What would you all find most interesting? I am a hypnotist, though this might not be the most obvious thing in the universe given how easily Madam can make me slump against my screen with a single line of text. I wish she would make hypno-posts.

Also, the embarrassing error on Madam's site is fixed. Some of the blog links pointed to the Kistublot's old address, which is now a redirect page. I really, really, really wish people would actually make use of the web mistress link at the bottom of her main page! Madam found this error by accident earlier tonight. I will not torture anyone for reporting site errors or inconveniences to me (unless the person reporting them is an adorable technophile that begs cutely . . .).

Anyway, educational hypnosis posts? I enjoy explaining things. I especially enjoy explaining things that fall within my passionate geek areas, which hypnosis certainly does.

Now, I cater to the egress of coffee and its intrinsic delight of argent inner-wanderings.

~Valbot

more trilby, what else?

Another pun. Sorry. I couldn't resist.

As with the last blog post, you are warned in advance: there are spoilers here. These stories have been around for awhile, and discussed to some length, but still you deserve the warning - I just won't be pulling details for the sake of mystery. Nothing here will make it so you can't still get something out of reading though. You need to give them a glance or three.

We're nearing the end of trilby week! Since tomorrow I want to cover some stories that link up to thrall, and some stand alones, it felt appropriate to touch on another awesome trilby story with a few sequels under it's belt.

Trinkets.

This story follows Kerry and her trip on the Queen Like-- I'm sorry, Queens Lines Resort, and the Isle Dormignonne. An awesome name, isn't it? I don't know if it's real, but it would be a nifty little detail were it, or if not, I'd be interested to know the inspiration for the name. Anyway, it starts off on a cruise ship, and a very special cruise ship, with delightful hypnotic entertainment for the QLR guests.

This is a trilby story, so its not exactly story ruinin to tell you this entertainment is not without ulterior motives. Interactive entertainment usually does much to keep the mind working, but a working mind isn't exactly what they're aiming for.

Control, lust, pleasure, so forth. Its delicious, but reading it would be better than me going on about it. Then we get to the Isle Dormignonne, where the girls get back to nature in a way much deeper than most resorts. Instead of participating int he wilderness as interlopers, they are turned tribal, and given a new slave society to belong to as their minds are further co opted.

Queue up more of the above, deepening, programming, lust, sex, control. Traditions. A yummy induction involving, you guessed it, trinkets.

The ending is where this story stands out to most people. It seems to be one of those you love it or you hate it sort of endings. When I read a story, if its for the sake of masturbation or not, the story is important. I don't care if its disrupted by the hottest induction ever followed by yummy mc and even sex if well done, if it breaks the story I will roll my eyes and just end up with a sore wrist. Trinket's ending is not the kind of ending that's meant to be overflowing with heat. The story is dripping with it already - the ending has a different purpose all together.

Character death is something a lot of people hate to read. MC a character, incapacitate, make them comatose, anything, it allows for the reader to imagine them okay in the end. It is also often used as a cop out. Trinkets doesn't pull that punch. A character saves the day in death - not ala Olivia though I'm sure in ficticious character heaven they'd get along - and its sad. Its emotional. It leads to a happy eding off in the distance, but the "now" is sad. I guess I am pulling some spoiler punch, but being the purpose of this post, makes sense.

After Trinkets, there are two tales not directly related (unless I'm missing a detail or two) though introductory author blurbs give a timeline none the less, so starting with what comes first . . .

Recovery

Tara is in recovery, as the name suggests. At the end of Trinkets, the scene before last, she was even on the phone though her side of the conversation was silent. A deeply programmed phone drone of the QLR, Tara is amazingly free willed for all that she' gone through, especially compared to the others that don't display nearly as much self. She is crippled with regret for what she did, sending out as many women as she could to their final destination as the QLR was being taken down. She tried to resist, but after being that controlled for that long, not exactly something you can bame her for failing.

Lucky for her she has a doctor assigned to her case that is very, very devoted to helping her make a recovery, along with a nurse who takes a special liking to her. Not so lucky for her, just because the QLR as an organization is in remission doesn't mean a cell here or there isn't still metastasizing - and it wouldn't be much of a story if they weren't heading right for Tara.

This story explores the limits of various forms of control, long term, temporary, drug induced or not, and has a bittersweet ending. Our Tara does indeed get to recover, but at what cost?

Following shortly after Recovery is . . .

Dreamtime

Dreamtime interweaves Kerry and Tara's stories in a most delightful way. This story feels sort of like a reward for both of them, the hug from the author saying "you can relax" and a gift to us readers in a story with loving mind control and happiness all around with only a hint of sorrow that in itself brings the four women in this story together.

Definitely not one to read out of order, but even with it's lack of strong conflict it remains a must read.

Changeling

Amusingly thrall mentioned this story not long after I'd actually read it for the first time. Was a rather "whoa, talk about weird" moment! She only touched on it in brief, but still, her mentioning it ought to be a bump in it's direction if nothing else! Changeling is post the crumbling of the QLR empire that came at the end of Trinkets. It couldn't last forever - nothing really does. Nancy is one of the women found before they were shipped off to their final destination, and has been through a recovery program, and she remembers everything that happened.

But like a certain protaganist of mine, she still savors the memories. They get her going more than anything else, and she has to find some way to recapture what she had there. Even if it was hypnotic, it was real, and it was what she wanted - and wants, post "recovery".

She has a wonderful girlfriend, Beth, but what Beth wants for her isn't what she wants, and she'll even go further than before to get what she feels she needs. Definitely worth a read even unfinished, and maybe fanmail can persuade! Never hurts to try.


I know there's another series of interlinked trilby stories, includng "Watering Hole" and "Wetrun" and though I've read the former I havent yet gotten around to the rest. I'll need to correct that as I rather enjoyed Watering Hole. Still! Next post will cover some stand alones, and a pair of pieces that sweetly link us over to thrall - who will be thoroughly covered next week.

Until tomorrow, happy reading everyone!

~MK

And now for something trilby else...

Yeah I know, the same bad pun twice in a row, but I promised another update about trilby (I'm looking at giving it another two or so, then giving thrall similar treatment, circling back around to hit Tabico who is already in my recommended list, then on to Iago...) and I like feeling clever, so here goes!

I updated my recommended reading section with three trilby stories - Pawn, Outcall, and Hive. All are must reads that I felt would be good to start off the trilby list. Honestly, so far I would reccomend most, if not all of his stories that I've read sans Honeycomb, the sequel to Hive, that just felt dull and let downy.

Anyway, I'm left with a connundrum. Do I talk about the stories I've already posted, or do I go on about ones yet to be discussed to give even further coverage?

The latter sounds good to me, with maybe a brief turn around at the end. I feel like being dramatic.

First up, is a legendary story in the MC community. I could build up to it, but I'm occasionally bad at delaying. So, without further adieu, we begin a twisty path into . . .

Tether

This story clocks in at 103 chapers spread over fifteen parts and 179,549 words (give or take a chapter block missed by my quick fun with XP's calculator) - and took years to get out. I don't remember when I first found it, but I do remember watching it as it updated and I still wasn't technically alowed on the site. I'm going to feel bad for kids in the future when they have to deal with more than just "if you're not 18, leave" because, yeah.

Anyway, my sordid past asside, I remember reading this story not neccessarily from its first update, but definitely early on enough to coo each time it came up in the update. It's full of that classic trilby hotness that flows from MC, not sex - though we get plenty of that. At first we get a very lovely story about a young rich girl, Meredith, kidnapped and conditioned. And I do mean conditioned. A long, thorough, drawn out proccess.

It's delightful, sizzling, and may be over extensive, but it appeals to my love of attention to detail. So much put into play early continues through most of the tale, which makes it all... work? Fit? It's delightfully yummy.

But the story is really two stories, and about halfway through our protaganist is released back to her mother - who becomes the next target. All of that built up effort begins to spread out, as more and more people are drawn into the web that is Alice Holloway - a name I rather enjoy (who is not in any chains, inky or otherwise) and a Dome I rather delight in.

There is valid criticism for the story. It does go on for a very, very long time. After a certain point, there's no debating that no one in the story but Alice has any true hope of escape. She's just playin a game, whittling down at what's left util she's ready to be done, lay back, and savor her victory . . . but I enjoyed the journey. It wasn't the ending that mattered, it was the mind control that happened over and over and over again.

It shows all of those little steps, instead of point a, conditioning described, point b, end prophecized. Every last little sordid detail of this lovely group of women's fall from thinking about what to do with their lives to obedient mewling slave sluts, well... there's something fun about seeing that. Its hot seeing Meredith used against her mother, friend agaisnt friend, betrayal after betrayal after betrayal, which after a point is just two toys being put in a room to have fun for her amusement.

Its more of the game than we usually see, and I savor it. I reccomend this story, if only in little chunks spread over a long period of time.

So now that we have that out of the way, I reccomended Pawn, Outcall, and Hive, didn't I?

Hive is a very yummy story. Sister looking for sister, but of course it won't matter if she finds her or not. Theres robot stuff in Tether, too, which is in the end very similar to the way Hive does it. Thats not too big of a spoiler really, but I apologise if you felt anything was ruined by this. A lovely holding pen that she shouldn't have gone lookin through. Silly protaganists of mc stories, if you find a conspiracy, it'll find you befoe too long.

Pawn was one I found when reading "its new to me" stories from old favorite authors. Our protaganist is very loyal to her queen. Infinitely loyal. So much so, that she will march right into the depths of hell as a messenger, knowing there is little to no chance of a happy ending for her, and the end is heartbreaking while the center remains hot.

Outcall, uses pocketwatches, and a hot trait trilby is good at using: giving the MCer the wonderful trait of being a superb actress to get what they want. Amnesia, fantasy, blurring the lines of reality . . . Mmmmm . . . this story is delightful.

Well, I guess that covers us for today! I plan on doing three next week - more stories reviewed/reccomended, culminating in more reccomendations, and leading us into thrall's body of work. Hope you enjoy me posting more!

44 Posts Already?

That's the number blogger showed when I logged in! Not sure if that44 counts the pending post I have or no, but hey, if it doesn't, that's still a lot!

Less than I promised to have, but still something.

Besides, I have so much writing done! Not really, but I can pretend. It's not like you can check.

Anyway, I know it's a bit late, but if you haven't read Tabico's latest, Ronin, you need to. I won't ruin anything, but I did fan mail her, and her response has me waiting for this update quite eagerly! That means something.

I actually grew up spending a fair amount of time on the back of a bike - a shovel head actually. A lot of people argue that was after Harley's hay day, but that bike was a beaut. She was gorgeous, she purred loudly, and I loved her. She was also one of two things my father cared about more than me and my mother, but I try not to think about that too much. Growing up, Easy Rider was my first glimpses of porn.

My mom is oft to go on about how Easy Rider was better back when the women were real, and I bet she's right. You can find the sexiest picture of a porn star, a model, and she can be gorgeous . . . but there's something special about a woman who isn't that stretched out along the back of a bike.

American, of course.

I know, Sarah's bike is Italian. I don't remember the exact model, but I found it doing some research on Ducati's website. They're good bikes, really good bikes. Specifying is more to discount crotch rockets. You wont earn any respect on a hyundai or a kawasaki if you ask me.

A bike is a horse of the modern day. It's if you make a horse out of metal and give it an engine. It's a thing of raw power. Give it to a hooligan, and you get a black knight. Give it to a man or woman of virtue? You get a paladin. Ironically enough, my dad had a biker friend named Paladin. There are some pictures of him holding me as a baby. He looks like he was super nice. Never met the guy myself.

Still, it's a symbol of power, of raw sexuality, of force, of movement, of friction against the world, of air resistance, areodynamicism . . .

To me, a motorcycle is the closest you can get to giving a character a heroic mount, or a villainous mount a the case may be. Cars are just . . . they're not the same. They're shields as much as transport. Fiction has given cars magical bullet deflecting/absorbing powers. Sure, you can shoot a car and it'll explode, but a motorcycle? It's you and the road. There is nothing else. My father only survived long enough to take part in my creation due to a monkey wrench in his ass pocket.

Ice might take drinks stay cool, but it also tears flesh apart if you have a motorcycle's weight on the other side of you as you slide.

Plus, in a car, the person next to you might be on the other side of a gear shift in no way close. Bike? They're at your back. Intimate. Or in a side car, which can be it's own kind of awesome. Plus, saddle bags!

But yes, why are bikes coming to mind sans Ronin? You'll need to read in November to find out.

Speaking of reading on, I intend to in the next couple of days update my "reccomended reading" list heavily. It's far past due. I intend to add stories by the t-trio, some archive.org stories if need be by other authors . . . at least one. An old story by miketheFable, at the time mikez was lost due to identity discovery. I helped write it. Well, edit it. I intended at one point to write the sequel to it, and even with it less absurd than your average mike story, I'm just bad at following others' ideas.

What else would be interesting to say?

Ah!

The new Metallica CD? It's awesome. You need it. Death Magnetic. I have nicknamed it Rereload, because it feels like the third load, or second reload. It's that awesome, and it makes Aurora flow amazingly, as well as the last Evanesence CD makes Sylvia flow.

You get some priceless lines, like . . .

You crawl back in/but your luck runs out!

and

Like a bullet/keeps on bleeding/to remind me not to think!

It's just awesome. You need it.

So I'll leave you with that for now, best wishes till next time!

Slave Life Post: One of Many!

Slave life is a difficult topic to pierce. There's really no introduction and conclusion, no discernible middle. I tried tackling it like a standard essay when my normal posting style didn't suit. I think snapshot-style posts and random textual meanderings are the best way to approach the topic. So, every week, I'll make a general slave life post covering a particular facet or just talking about it in general. Trying to tell it like a story or summarize everything in one post simply does not work!

I segued near the end of this post into a yummy experience I had from the Domme side, so I think I'll focus my next slave life post on the technofetish things I share with Madam. Wow, this format is already working better! I have clear, attainable ideas for future posts!

This is a rambling post inspired by some inaccurate perceptions and personal pet-peeves, but it's really not a rant. I wouldn't even classify it as snark. This is one decidedly Not Normal slave's directed free-association regarding how others view her and how it is to be a Domme who was lovingly tempted to submit.

I don't come across as particularly slave-like beyond my dealings with Madam. I've been told I seem "more vanilla" in public than Dominant, which makes sense; it's not a matter of opposites, simply a matter of facets. I don't perceive myself by default as a slave. Oh, there's always a wisp in my subconscious that knows it's owned and never lets me forget, but it's not binding. Submissive ecstasy is an experience I cherish, but it does not define me.

In the past, I wondered if my lack of identifying strongly as submissive and my lack of presentation made me less of a slave or perhaps not a real slave, but that was a silly worry. Madam can have me melted and on my knees with a simple glance of the proper type: I am owned and I do respond immediately and with alacrity when this reality is brought to my awareness anew.

I don't have anything against those who identify by default as slaves or those who present much more openly as such. That simply isn't me. The only reason this difference bothers me is that so many people don't understand that a slave, a real slave, can be anything else or can possess a real, primarily self-defined personality. More than one person has told me seriously that Madam owns my words and is responsible for my actions. One went so far as to continually ignore me while referring to me in third-person as she/he/it addressed Madam. Never mind she and I were saying the same thing: I'm owned but not devoid of self. That entity had its mind made up that, since I'm a slave, I had no voice and no opinions of my own.

Bullshit. I chose to submit to Madam and I submit in my own way. This pleases her and it's no less valid than the submission of those who prefer her to sculpt them. She sculpts me sometimes in beneficial ways, and we have sessions where she overwrites quite a bit. She just doesn't leave me overwritten. I know, if she really desired, she could sculpt me much more and make it last. She could tinker with my personality and she could rearrange my dreams. I trust her enough for that to be possible if she were to get such an urge. But a large part of my trust in her comes from knowing she wouldn't try. I wouldn't be happy if I were consciously aware of her doing such a thing and she wouldn't be happy having me as anything but myself.

One of my biggest fears when I first consciously entertained the thought of submission was that, especially with a HypnoDomme, I might end up a different person, perhaps as someone I wouldn't, as myself, approve of. I didn't want to literally lose my mind or have it rewritten. I didn't want to lose my freedom or individuality. Madam taught me that submission doesn't have to be about a loss of self, at least as more than a loving dissolution. I know she could do anything she wanted with me, and I delight in it when she does—I don't always know during those sessions that it's temporary—but she gave me underlying programming that lets my subconscious know it's not permanent so I can consciously believe it is for a short while and still enjoy the experience.

Of course opening myself to her like this means she influences me deeply. I've no doubt acquired bits of her personality and ideas and incorporated them deeply into myself. I cherish this. But, I took quite a while to examine that to which I was going to submit. I knew Madam extremely well, for over a year, before I submitted. I knew I wanted her influence and that I wouldn't mind introjecting bits of her.

I do have the right to say no. Madam could take that away, of course, but why would she? She doesn't want to hurt me. Allowing me to say no is another form of trust. A Domme needs to trust her slave as much as the slave needs to trust her Domme. Madam knows I won't abuse this allowance. I won't say no if something is a little uncomfortable or I'm not feeling my best that day. I will say no if I really need to say it, if something terrifies me or is really going to hurt me in a non-yummy, non-healthy way. She knows I am the best person to know what's going to damage me.

I know many say slaves are not people, but that's flavor text. Slaves ARE people: we still have basic human needs, minds, and personalities. Sure, a Dominant can tinker with these things, but we're still the ones that live inside our heads and thus know them best!

I am not bratty. I am not shallow. I am not pretending. I am simply not the brand of slave most people around here are used to encountering.

Madam is not a typical Domme!

Although I don't present as dominant most of the time, I am definitely a Domme. I have a submissive side and I cherish indulging it with Madam, but that's only with Madam. I don't feel submissive urges outside of her and the thought of submitting to anyone else, or acting submissive toward anyone else, makes me physically ill. Aside from getting me a little hot behind the ears: that's not my inclination and I'm still wondering how Madam inspired those feelings in me. She does have a reputation as being a Domme that dommes Dommes, perhaps because she's loving and open? She doesn't have that ugly arrogance or inherent sense of entitlement so many Dommes possess. That would help just about anyone feel safe to explore the other side, I imagine. That's what helped me feel safe taking that first step a little over two years ago.

I've mentioned before that Madam sometimes submits to me. We explore our submissive sides with each other while being Dommes to everyone else. That definitely helps me feel safe submitting to her. Though this does sometimes cause infuriating issues such as other Dommes who are unaware she is . . . well, not quite owned, as we haven’t explored that in a while, but definitely not available that way . . . trying to trance or dominate her. They assume, since she's a Domme, she doesn't have any ties they'd be infringing upon by doing such a thing. That’s a bit of an arrogant assumption, really, but understandable since most Dommes probably don't allow themselves to be owned. If the most recent example hadn't been someone so friendly and genuine, I would have gone out of my way to make her miserable for trying to trance my little girl. Even though she is quite good at resisting: she turned the tables on that other Domme and ended up trancing her deeply. She does this frequently when others try to trance her. I know she can handle herself, but it still gets me really annoyed when others presume to have the right to interact with her that way. She's MINE, damnit.

I suppose others doing that to her makes sense given that it happens to me even though it's a well-known fact that I am her slave. Many try to treat me like I should be a slave to them, too. One brute of a Dom insisted he could give me trance amnesia and got really upset when I told him I didn't want to trance with him. He leaped on me for not trusting him and was, in general, a huge ass about the issue. Madam was in the channel when this happened and told him to back off. He still persisted. Uhm . . . the love of my life and the only person I've trusted even in a vanilla way to really take me under . . . if SHE can't do something with me, what the hell made that guy think he could? Especially when he doesn't have anywhere near the experience with trance Madam does and doesn't know me nearly so well? People are silly!

I've had a few Dommes try similar things. They don't seem to understand "I'm owned" or "I am not interested in playing with you." "I am a Domme exclusively" only gets them arrogantly thinking they can break me. I'm already broken, thank you, and by someone likely infinitely more skilled since you don't know better than to foolishly flaunt your non-existent prowess. I really hate dominants of either gender who think they're so special and that, if only I saw them in action, I'd be weak in the knees wanting them to play with me. Sorry, I found someone better, especially since she doesn't have that kind of attitude. Also: I am not a submissive by default!

I'd stop submitting in a heartbeat if Madam expressed that attitude toward me or anyone else.

What's the point of having a docile, blank, spineless, meek slave? Seriously? You may as well get an Eliza program and teach it to parrot the proper arousal-inducing responses if that's your desire. The mind is precious and should not be wasted on weakness. I don't enjoy playing with weak submissives. I like fire. I like personalities. I like strong minds. I like knowing the person submitting to me actually took the time to find out who I am and made a conscious choice to give me the gift of their submission. That gift means so much more when it's not blindly offered. I want to know my worth to such a person is not based solely in the word "Domme." Many dominants are NOT worthy of such precious gifts, so it's really insulting when, five minutes after I meet someone, she’s begging me to own her and rewrite her as I see fit. Yeah, I'm not any other Domme . . . I'd like you to get to know me first and see if you really want me in your head.

I want to feel proud of dominating the people that submit to me. I played with a lovely older engineer a few times and that was one of the rare times the act of trancing someone other than Madam actually turned me on. That woman was brilliant. She had passion and radiance. She got to know me a bit and she wanted ME to trance her. That was such an honor, taking her under. We didn't get to real D/s, but I wanted that and I wish real life hadn't interfered. I really wanted to get to know her better and have something special with her. Knowing someone so brilliant and with so much fascinating life experience and twisted creative spark was consciously allowing me to play with her mind . . . that itself was enough to get me close to the edge. I've worked on a few sluts for the sake of practice, but it was incredibly tepid.

If I had been able to share real D/s with the aforementioned woman, I wouldn't have dimmed her spark. I would have encouraged it to grow. I would have, temporarily, sculpted it the way I wanted to see it, but I wouldn't have left it that way outside of perhaps making her feel it that way when she was alone. She still would have been herself. I would have savored exploring such a rich, deep mind and I would have savored knowing it knelt to me. The thrill would have been knowing I could mind-wipe her at whim but that I'd so much rather see what all that delicious robotics knowledge could do to twist her deeper into submission.

That first trance was delicious in a techie way; I might write about it some time in a non-revealing way. She's not around anymore due to real life getting hellish, so I can't exactly get her permission. Nothing I've written in this post could lead anyone to discover her identity.

Anyway, I'm an odd case and I wish my preferences weren't so rare. I was blessed to meet Madam. I've met a few other good dominants—Doublefine, for one—but they do seem incredibly rare. People who understand slavery and submission as something other than depersonalization are also sadly rare. Good slaves are rare, too! I adore discussing D/s and trance with others. Few things thrill me more than meeting like-minded people who understand and cherish the process.

I really don't have anything against those who ENJOY the blanker sort of slavery. Some people really want that, on both sides. That's fine. Just understand that not all of us are like that and that being a slave does not, by default, imply a lack of personality or spark.

Maybe I submitted to a mad woman with equally mad conceptions of D/s, but I don't think so. I felt this way before submitting deeply to her once I got over my initial aversion to all this. I used to think submission was weak and that dominants were arrogant fuckups who presumed entirely too much authority over others. I know now how wrong and disgusting that was to believe. Perhaps some of my irritability regarding this topic is knowing I got over my inaccurate perceptions and thus wish others could get over theirs.

Tune in next week for something trancier! My next post will probably be more along the lines of what certain people who really want me to write about slave life want to see. I'll explain how I became Madam's Valbot and relate a few particularly yummy experiences of that sort.

I am so thrilled to see Madam posting more!

~Valbot

The Dark Knight

Sarah: Welcome everyone, to the Adventures of Silver Girl . . .

Olivia: And Aureus!

Sarah: As we sit back and give you reviews on comic book movies . . .

Olivia: From real super heroines! . . . Sarah?

Sarah: Yeah sweetie?

Olivia: Why do you get all of the long lines in the intro? I don't think that's fair. Your name comes first, and I never spent any time as a super villain, unlike someone.

Sarah: . . . Next time. I promise. Your name goes first, you get the longer lines. Promise!

Olivia: Sounds good! So! Today's film is The Dark Knight, Starring Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, and the adorable Maggie Gyllenhaal.

Sarah: And Garry Oldman with a guest spot of Cillian Murphy, both of them reprising their roles from the previous films. But those don't get adorable added to them.

Olivia: Hey. I can't help it. Maggie is adorable, and you know it. She's cute as a button. Plus, she's a very welcome change from Katie Holmes, whose husband is more mind fried than you were back during your bouts with the Stockholm's.

Sarah: True, and . . . true. Rachel Dawes goes from seeming pouty and annoying to an actual character, even if her primary function is as before to affect the Bat, and this time, Harvey Dent. Her much cuter voice makes it much more enjoyable to watch.

Olivia: Agreed! The casting was excellent, period. Well, everyone that worked last time still worked. Michael Caine was great as before, and Cillian Murphy's brief little cameo does well to remind all of us that just because you deal with someone, if they aren't dead, you shouldn't count them out.

Sarah: One of these days, hopefully, that'll stop being the case.

Olivia: Hopefully. I wouldn't bet on it though. Mourning Frost, Dust, people like them have a tendency of just not going away.

Sarah: Better than going around killing them, which is an important.

Olivia: Obviously. And more important to be aware of the stronger you are.

Sarah: That's right, my gold little fighter!

Olivia: That is horribly uncreative, sweetie! Call me something cooler.

Sarah: Well uhm... The Golden . . . The metal . . . maiden!

Olivia: . . . Saraaaaah . . . Okay. At least you didn't call me Liv.

Sarah: You got it, livie!

Olivia: -whines- Okay . . . Well, for one, Batman passes out not at all through out this flick, therefore making it inaccurate to SARAH'S experiences . . .

Sarah: Now you're just being mean! But yes, the Bats pulls everything off with an amazing amount of skill and far cooler toys than I ever had as Patina. The "Batpod" looked rediculous on the movie posters I know, but It looks awesome in action, and its awesomeness is functional as well as visual. If Sylvia had those kind of moves . . .

Olivia: If Sylvia could move like that, you'd be wearing a helmet.

Sarah: . . . -whimper- You're not very fair.

Olivia: Hey, I've said it before. I won't splatter.

Sarah: You got anything to add?!

Olivia: Of course. The action scenes were all very energetic, though at times things felt a little one sided, and our heroes and their allies/patrons were a little hesitant to do anything besides get the crap beaten out of them until things go just a little too far. A lot of good people, innocent people, got hurt because people were kinda... waiting.

Sarah: And Bruce is a little... emotional. Lets face it Bruce, you dress like a bat. Even at worst I only dressed like- and don't you say a word Olivia- a figure skater or a sailor scout or something. Though I didn't realize the latter for looong time. That was embarrassing . . . but anyway! If you dress up like that, you've gotta do dark things. You've gotta kick ass. And you don't get to quit.

Olivia: Well, it did have some familiar feelings to . . . which batman movie was that where batman wanted to quit, but realized he couldn't? Forever? And Robin? I don't remember. Either way, well, it shows that bats' treatment isn't new at least.

Sarah: TO be fair, he deals with it fairly decently . . .

Olivia: Yeah, I know. For a rich boy whose biggest threat is a clown with bad makeup skills.

Sarah: Do not make fun of the joker. Heath Ledger did an awesome job.

Olivia: He did, honestly. He made you believe that a clown could be the biggest threat to Gotham. A gangster clown, sort of. Part of this is because the town seemed ill equipped to deal with anyone who wasn't afraid of getting killed or arrested doing crazy things. The Bat is good, but he can't be everywhere.

Sarah: True. Mostly.

Olivia: Not everyone has an alternate future self.

Sarah: Batman does! Sort of. He's from the future!

Olivia: Terry doesn't count.

Sarah: ...point...

Olivia: So! Action was good, and Sarah has adorable problems. All a part of why we love her. Characters were good. Actors were good.

Sarah: The theme was hammered in a little hard. Like way too hard. I think they told me the moral of the movie every five minutes.

Olivia: That's because it'll be on the test later.

Sarah: True! Because at the end, if you weren't really following that meaning, its just a kick in the teeth.

Olivia: It is anyway! Its the kind of story that demands a sequel, and this one took what . . . four years?

Sarah: Fuck.

Olivia: Well, I give it two golden thumbs up. Over all, the only flaws I can think of didn't detract from the movie, even when pointed out by Jade when we had her over for dinner the other night.

Sarah: Mmmm that was some dinner . . .

Olivia: A-hem? -glare-

Sarah: Oh! Right! I give it five sparks!

Olivia: And thus concludes The Adventures of Aureus and Silver Girl!

Sarah: Hey, you said that backwards!

Overdue, APU

It should be no surprise to anyone when I'm a little, or a lot late on a post.

So, what is this post late for?

Last week, one of the best MC stories on the whole site popped up. Maybe I'm a little more mature in saying this, but well . . . enthusiasm never hurts, does it?

I've been reading mc stories for a good . . . six years now? seven . . . I know I already knew the site freshman year in high school . . . I was one of those latch-key kids, so I had plenty of time to get away with things I wasn't supposed to. I actually remember times when I would stay up extra late to catch the update to uhm . . . peruse before my mom woke up, then crash and sleep in late.

Anyway, I've been reading for a long time, and I've developed strong preferences and a strong knowledge of the site. At least I think so. There are a lot f stories that I enjoy - something I need to update on the main site - but honestly thrall's Mirrored in Your Eyes hit on everything that makes a good story, and good mc story. There was hot yummy mindlessness, sweet sizzling romance. . . doubt that whets ones curiosity, conflict, twists that make you doubt what you've been thinking all along about the characters . . .

I might not go into long diatribes, but perhaps I should? I don't think it would particularly hurt, but honestly I enjoy just giving little blurbs of how these things affect me and what I reflect on most. I don't do my best long winded descriptions as myself. Need character voices for things like that!

But yes,read Mirrored in Your Eyes. Its everything you could ask for, and more! once again showing that thrall is one of the finest names in mc fiction! Really need to add her and my favorite of her works to my recommended reading section.

Right off the top of my mind, Tenpack of Trixies, Willing Subject, Solitare, Softbots, Inc., and Love in a Silver Socket would rate very highly and should be required reading if you enjoy f/f. Really. Salvation too no doubt, which is a co-op... and the other co-op, Goldilocks.

All amazing stories, those.

Speaking of character voices, I decided that time to time I would write movie reviews. . . but that doesn't fit this blog, does it? Nope! But I thought it up when I saw Dark Knight the first time, last week, and it occurred to me... what would Olivia and Sarah think of these movies, all cuddled up on a movie night? Written in scrip format, it could be pretty fun.

Sarah: I give it five and a half sparks!

Olivia: I think its only supposed to go up to five . . and what am I suppsed to give it, golden thumbs up?

Sarah: Well lots of you is golden, I'm sure we can think of something . . .

A-hem, appears we've interrupted a private moment . . .

Still, would that be something people would like? Work on the continuing Midasverse and rewrite of tAoSG continues, just so you all know!

Happy reading!
~Madam Kistulot

Coming up for air . . .

I HATE Internet Explorer.

Micro$oft, seriously . . . ? Fuck yourself. I could rant about how broken IE really is—and even CSS in certain ways—but that's not the purpose of the Kistublot.

Fantastically annoying code snafus aside, it's done. Madam has a new site! Same address, MadamKistulot.net, with a lovely new design. I'm reasonably sure everything works, but please let me know if you find any broken links or if anything displays awkwardly for you (especially any Mac users in the audience).

Madam wanted some things, such as the splash page, to remain the same. Almost everything else is new.

The 'blot got another makeover, too: a real one this time.

Slave life post? Right . . . I sort of got lost in code. I now refer to the Silververse "lovingly" as the God Damned Mother Fucking Silververse due to the overwhelming hassle it was to organize and link!

Goddess, I really am tired. But it's DONE! That's really the entire point of my post, to say this is done and to tell you all to go look!

My next post really will have something to do with real-life MC beyond the technical administration of Madam's web presence.

~Valbot