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always just ‘tomorrow’ when asked if there is a day when they can have freedom or regrowth or mercy

‘fuck, i know my keys are in here somewhere’

me when i bring home a case of canned cat food from the grocery store

average HR department staff members

“Go fuck yourself.” Evaline spoke into the peephole as it slid open.

All of the height, musculature, and aura of intimidation possessed by the doorman, even apparent through the tiny glimpse offered by the peephole, amounted to absolutely nothing as he said nothing and instantly yielded to this odd password and began to unlock the door.

She stood there impatiently and was nearly shaking with excitement. This was a moment that she had been looking forward to for a long time. It wasn’t every day that the most elusive and infamous thievery organization on the planet was potentially recruiting a new member.

No one outside of this group had any idea of its leadership, number of members, or location. Even the very name of it remained a mystery. It was a number of years before the authorities in different countries and continents were even aware that their own unsolvable robberies and cases of missing landmarks were in fact the work of a single organization. As time went on, the scale, sophistication, and ambition of each theft grew. Nowhere seemed to be safe or off-limits from being infiltrated. No matter how closely guarded, absolutely nothing seemed to be theft-proof anymore. The torch from the Statue of Liberty had vanished overnight. The Mona Lisa disappeared and was replaced with a replica the size of a postage stamp. Evaline, like many others, was absolutely enthralled with the boldness, insanity and ingenuity behind each action the group made.

An ordinary law-abiding life offered no vision of a future that Evaline wanted anything to do with. As a young child she stole a piece of apple pie from her older brother and was able to blame it on the dog. She was instantly hooked on that feeling of avoiding negative consequences for taking nice things and constantly chased it afterwards.

A comfortable life working for herself and only taking what she needed was well within her capabilities, but the allure of greater riches and learning opportunities with this mysterious group took precedence. She pestered every contact she had made, scoured multiple locations suspected to have been robbed by them for clues, and traded in every favor she could in order to position herself closer to the group and differentiate herself as someone whose tenacity and natural talent stood above the rest.

The exhilarating roller-coaster ride began months ago with an unmarked envelope that had been pushed under the front door of one of her many apartments and hangout spots… It contained only the coordinates of a small bank and the number of a safety deposit box within the vault. Upon opening it, she found another envelope inside it with more coordinates and instructions. All these tests, clues, and ordeals had been rigorous and thorough. The challenge seemed to be without end, deliberately designed to discourage and break all but the most enthusiastic and skilled of new recruits. The idea that it was all an elaborate honeypot concocted by law enforcement was present at the beginning, but gradually diminished as the difficulty and scope of each trial grew.

The most recent heist she had pulled off was the theft of an ancient Roman vase from an antiquities museum in Algiers, which tested her talent to its maximum and had resulted in her closest ever brush with possible detention by the authorities. She laughed and caught her breath while leaning up against a hotel room wall and opened up an envelope which had been taped to the inside of the lip of the vase. It read “After a long, thorough, and fun amount of testing and vetting it’s finally time for us to take the next step and get to know what you’re about in person. Your appointment is scheduled for 10pm this Saturday. Be a good sport and very carefully instruct the door man to go fuck himself in order to be permitted entry.” followed by a New York City address.

Walking up to that dilapidated old building on that rainy night in an area of the city that hadn’t yet gotten the memo on gentrification should have been intimidating for anyone, but Evaline was undeterred. She had all the confidence in the world that this meeting would be a success and the group wouldn’t be able to resist taking her on as its latest member. She had one specific and overwhelming advantage over anybody else in the field of thievery and subversion.

It took the form of a special little secret ability that enabled her to take anything she wanted whenever she wanted. It wasn’t a well-worded argument or foolproof alibi that had allowed her as a child to successfully place blame for the theft of apple pie on the dog. In spite of her hands covered in evidence of pie theft, she simply just had to say ‘the dog ate it’ in order for everyone to accept her explanation. There was just an intangible aspect that bordered on magic to the delivery, pitch, speed and tone of her voice that infused her words with truth and authority. Initially this ability was taken for granted until everyone around her demonstrated a complete inability to lie convincingly and consistently when tested. She remembered being confused over why Johnny from her geography class didn’t just use his special voice to deflect blame over the spitball he hit the teacher with to avoid detention. Before long she realized that she was perhaps the only one gifted with such an ability and she took great care to both protect it and refine it.

It was on her family that she most often tested the limits and bounds of her persuasion. The versatility of her voice was demonstrated when she was able to once use it on her Puerto Rican grandfather in Spanish, a language that she only spoke at a novice level, with all the same effectiveness as the same words in English. As far as everyone in her former life knew, she was a straight-A student all throughout school and now enjoyed a comfortable and cushy career in some nonspecific and recession-proof creative field that involved lots of international travel and excuses to dress up. There was a basic understanding within her that by cheating on things like her own education, she would be cheating herself out of skills and knowledge that could be helpful, so she had at least made a token effort at showing up to class and trying to learn. Confidence in herself and her capabilities seemed to have a positive effect on the potency of her voice, so she spent her downtime between jobs trying to be as bookish and informed as possible.

Her style of thievery didn’t involve catsuits, jumping over a grid of lasers, safecracking, or other dated spy movie tropes. A typical heist had her dressed in unremarkable but appropriate business casual attire and equipped with a hard hat and a clipboard. Then it was just a matter of finding someone who appeared to be in charge, putting on her voice, and saying something along the lines of ‘Hello. I’m from the cleaning and preservation company. I’m going to need you to help me load up exhibit 34A. My van is parked out back.’ followed by the requisite ‘You’re not going to remember who I am or where this exhibit went. You’re going to erase all the video camera footage taken of me you can find and you’re going to go home. Let these last few hours fade out of memory. Nothing important at all happened today.’ after the item had been loaded up in her vehicle. It was rare that she even had to lift a finger or break a sweat.

The Algerian job had been complicated by the language barrier and a rather decentralized and proud museum staff, each believing they alone were in charge and eager to put a quick end to anyone who would dare loot any of the artifacts on display. Her translator, a young man picked at random from the street who responded positively to her saying “Anyone who fluently speaks both English and Arabic will follow me.” struggled to keep up and provide her with lines for her to phonetically repeat and pour her influence into. Amidst the commotion, the police had been summoned before she could calm and placate everyone into following her instructions. Handcuffs were nearly on her before everyone within earshot was told to go home and mind their own business. As thrilling as that whole episode was, there was a definite feeling of relief that she wouldn’t have to pull anything like that off again alone and unsupported. Her voice could get her unprecedented access to many closed doors, but the audacity and capabilities of the organization she yearned to join proved that there were whole games in motion and worlds that remained undiscovered beyond her own. All of which she knew would now be hers for the taking.

Unlike the typical door man who would open up the door and stand by to frisk any guests, this one just simply walked out past Evaline and disappeared into the night as the door swung open. She poured an irresistible amount of her special voice into those instructions for him to go fuck himself. She closed the door behind herself as she stepped inside. A smile made its way to her face as she imagined just how that order would be carried out and whether he’d be going home to simply jerk himself off, or if a trip to a 24-hour adult toy shop was now taking place.

Before she could speculate much too deeply on the erotic effects of her voice, she was interrupted by another.

“Hello, Evaline. We’re just about ready for you. Please step inside.”

There was almost a disappointment within her when she heard him speak. It wasn’t some posh and refined dollop of received pronunciation. He didn’t even sound like a bond villain. For the apparent representative of a shadowy international thievery cartel, a typical generic North American accent seemed quaint. There was a strength and a ruggedness to it that almost seemed misplaced in a world of caution, subtlety, and sly deception.

She shrugged and walked on ahead into the darkened hallway before her. The only voice that really mattered was her own. In just moments, she’d be able to use it on them. They’d have to do anything she wanted. All the secrets over how they operated and pulled off such logic-defying stunts would be hers to pull over and wield. As the sound of her heels hitting the floor filled up the empty hallway, her mind raced as she imagined all of the surprises her future with the group would hold.

It was then that the hallway was filled with an obscenely bright flash. Evaline was immediately stunned and disoriented. She stumbled forward and painfully hit the floor with the side of her face as her forearms slipped and struggled to break her fall. Even parts of her body unhurt by her tumble ached. The coldness of the floor, somehow amplified, hit her just as hard as the fall did and helped ease some of her brain fog.

She opened up her eyes as the lights in the hallway slowly turned on. As she pushed herself off of the cold floor and stood up, she realized that she was completely naked and instinctively put her hands on herself to cover up her chest and crotch. Her nudity became all the more alarming when she looked out ahead and saw him standing in front of her. He wore a clean and tailored black suit which helped him look more the part of someone involved in the most bougie criminal organization possible. He held a red gun-shaped object in his right hand that emitted a small amount of smoke as if it had just been used. She craned her head upwards to see his face, but noticed it was covered up by a mask.

She wished that the mask, his voice, the apparent weapon he wielded, or his stealth in sneaking up to her like that was the most disconcerting thing about him. Instead it was the fact that he looked to be about 100 feet tall. A quick and panicked glance around her revealed that it was the same hallway as before, only with every dimension multiplied. Her clothes, absolutely gigantic to her, were piled up behind her. It was obvious to her now that she shared the same physically impossible and strange fate as the Mona Lisa and had been shrunken down. Evaline couldn’t have been any taller than 4 inches now.

“Let’s begin!” he exclaimed.

She spun back around and watched as he bent down and reached towards her with his empty hand. All she could do at that moment was scream out. Her voice was all she had left.

It’s there and it functions, but the text is the same color as the background for whatever reason

@diminution-man said in Shibari Cat's Cradle:

“Guess what? I found a use for all that dental floss you never used!”

the fuck kinda dental floss are you buying

if only the power of submission could change that font color to allow for more contrast against the background image

@mrgoblinging7 said in Dollhouse Invasions:

I really like the second one best. She seemed more expressive.

that code talk for biggest knockers?

tbh, it is an impressive feat of time management and material sourcing and design to be able to bedazzle something that big while he’s at work or whatever

out of the timeout jar

into the reward jar

Oh, I think that’s good enough for now. Don’t want to be too big a distraction from what is supposed to be a forum for discussing and sharing artwork. Talk to you later, cum burp @SmolChlo

Debate class is going well, I see

brat to English translation : “God, I wish that were me.”

@smolchlo

though tbh smothering/gagging is most fun when potential rescue is nearby. A villain talking to detectives canvassing the neighborhood for information on a missing person. He feigns concern and ignorance while simultaneously playing with her in his pocket. Fabric and fingers confining all those yells into little inaudible squeaks. The booming voices of everyone else serving as a gigantic taunt and reminder of just how close and yet how far she is from being saved.