looks in again

Reblogme wasn't made with hotlinking images in mind. It's not an image host. Neither was tumblr.
You should be downloading images and uploading them to proper image hosts instead of hotlinking. I can only imagine the amount of strain hyperchat would have if people used them as an image host for external sites.

They're not going to willfully being it back, and they shouldn't have to. They're a blog site. That's it.

reused

waits

Main Room
As surrender listens ti her Master talk to other Free about ... blue orbs look around ... leaning forward she presses palms to the floor moving legs to one side she pushes and lifts to her feet ... once there ... she strolls quietly about ... checking the house out ... silently she moves about watching the slaves...

Taking My seat with a brandy snifter of cognac.

Slips in and does a lil wolf whistle

Grins

the broken link/image

Enters the VIP Lounge,
pleased to see cutsteph was in before midnight.

Sending love, light, and prayers too for all three of you.

Yes of course Mistress sweetest of dreams

No
I will be sliding into Oour bed… and holding voda’s pillow until
she returns to me

Sweet dreams Mistress we will talk soon I am sure grins

May I help You to bed Mistress?

kneels

Thank you
Goodnight little one

looking in

I understand Mistress I am here and happy to serve You any time You wish

Ooooof. You passed the console pleb test. Not good. But he'll hide his mock disgust. Nodding and giving you that 'yeah, cool gamer boyz&gurlz' smile in response to the laugh.

Bags for bucks. One for the other. He's about to pop that bag open and stuff some Xannies in his mouth when you offer to let him do so at the motel.

"...would you think less of me if I just ate some like M&Ms right now?" He bounces his eyebrows a few times, takes one final drag off that joint before dropping it and grinding it out with the bottom of his boot. Wasn't anything worth saving.

A curious look as you try to mimic the unmimicable Dorian Frost, producing a pantomime of a horny, desperate fanboy who instantly falls for any busty chest and a shapely ass that sits in his lap for a Lambo selfie gag. When you're done...he laughs...amused. Slightly mocking. Ending the chuckles with a sigh...

"Holly..." He lifts his chin up, then brings it down. Direct eye contact. Slate blues shaking off a twitch and becoming fixed on your pupils the moment. Deliberate smoothness evaporates the edges of his voice. "I've seen a lot of tits. Seen a lot of ass. And at a certain point...seeing it just ain't enough."

He tries to pocket his bag of magic. But it's too big. So he pulls up the front of his shirt. Pretty boy six pack exposed for a few seconds as he tucks the package in the front of his waistband. Damn it, he should've worn his jacket. Maybe it'll look like a weird gun when he drops his shirt over it. Eh, close enough.

If you don't lead the way, he'll start making his way over to that motel. And move slowly until you follow. His friends Crush and Snort are waiting for him.

"You pull this inquisitor schtick with all your clients?" There was a time when he considered opening a craft beer/fancy burger restaurant as a stable source of income. So he won't dignify that with any confirmation. "Whatever happened to 'give me the money and get out of here?'"