This chapter was so much fun to create with my friend and partner in crime Sissitrix. Biro is such an excellent way to portray a well spanked ass. Let’s hope the readers love it as well.
…a lot of playful exchanges to publish this new chapter! Once again, you have set the bar high — offering us to choose between a cheap shitty reality or a rich, but virtual world. Is Sin Street the proto-city of a new world order? If it is, biro is the best tool to illustrate that hard, dark, sharp world.
I loved the punished ass. Thanks so much Kate and Sissitrix. That was superb. The intrigue has reached new heights as has the erotic tension. This work is a triumph.
I definitely appreciate your fetish for a good spanking. Once again, I am delighted you found some weekend fun in the gutters of Sin Street. Enjoy the night!
Woefully behind on my Sin Street exegesis. I haven't read #19 yet, to preserve the "objectivity" of my Episode 18 commentary--just so you know...
Rex. Mercenary Madman, Weapons Man, Batshit Crazy Psycho Killer on Wheels, and Mummification Sub-Fetishist who conceals a blade. Also, our Heroine's source of Earth-splitting, no-holds-barred, rougher-than-rough, old-school, red-blooded male dominant, cathartic hardcore fucks which Max never came close to supplying, and the Machines could never even approach! He's also shamefully evocative of Kevin Kline's Otto from "A Fish Called Wanda." Other than his psychopathic violence and sexual virtuosity, he's got the mental capacity of a kumquat. He really is Ottonian: "Are you calling me stupid?" he says. I can see this dope hanging an analogous John Cleese figure out a fifth-floor window forcing an apology. Erin should keep this guy at arm's length. She should have Sissitrix design some kind of electric collar for him (he's into the sub thing so it shouldn't be a stretch) as a standoff weapon--too much of a loose cannon. He's good for specific jobs and stress relief--anything more, I think she's in danger--she's been through enough, and should know better. But she's not totally hard-as-nails either--she fell for Max's dodges all the way, so who knows?
Here we're back to the Underground Club, which--great job again--is described so well to make it the last place anyone with common sense and knowledge of infectious disease would ever go. Every sentence makes the flesh crawl, and made me want to call in Robert Duvall's napalm airstrike on the place from "Apocalypse Now!" Either that or maximum bombardment with white phosphorus--anything that burns at high temperatures to clean that place! Whew! It would take care of some of its denizens too, who are pretty much bottom of the barrel as well. But I digress...great use of imagery though...masterful use of imagery to make the reader's stomach do cartwheels, and if the reader's getting a visceral response like that, it's top-notch writing! It's what high-quality erotica's supposed to be as well--vivid images which stirs the reader physically. All art should do this really, but the written word especially--hard to do.
The score on the Red October agenda's most welcome. I thought of them as Marxists given the name (nice fake-out!), but they're more like Davos WEF trans-humanist, global, tech-will-be-our-saving-god types it seems. Which is far, far worse--tech zealots give me the creeps--they're hyper-materialists and mega-utilitarians. Very scary, like the logical outcome of the Hegelian/Marxian/"Progressivist" dialectical process--scientific, technical, and sociopolitical/socioeconomic development will continue on a path of exponential evolution (constructs such as Moore's Law come to mind), so that religion is cast aside, art, literature, individualism, the nuclear family, toward a sort of Teilhardian "Omega Point" at which humanity will supersede its humanity, and achieve a simulacrum of immortality as machine, yet paradoxically sees that nightmare scenario as a goal worthy of achievement. I found the class division concept which Sissitrix explains to Erin baked into this scheme--where the privileged will enjoy this Huxleyan "Brave New World" charade of hedonistic "immortality," while served by those without means, trapped within a "purgatory" which their state in life has condemned them--a throwaway helot class to serve the depraved needs of the wealthy immortals, which, because of the "programmed" technical nature of the society, for the first time in history, can never question their state, nor revolt against their masters. This all from an ultra macro-level, but it's the logical upshot of what Sissitrix expresses of the global think-tank character of what Red October is--in this sense, the organization IS most definitely revolutionary, though by no means one liberating the working class, yet designed to elevate the powerful even further. Incidentally, this is the subplot of the HBO series version of "Westworld." I know I've kept returning to this failed, and rightfully cancelled series (despite its fascinating potential), but it did address the theoretical dangers of AI. The Delos Corporation (the company who built the park in the series) actually used the park as a blind for its true agenda. It was a massive data mining operation to copy the thought processes and every part of a person's personality (those persons being the super-rich park visitors) so that an exact copy of their mind and consciousness could be replicated and downloaded into an exact AI replica of the person when they died, so that it would be like they just woke up from a long nap--but the "new" bodies and the copied minds never accepted each other and it never worked--so the entire thing went to hell.
Anyway, it looks like Erin's got a plan to place Diana the Domme on the throne of Sin Street's mayoralty as a figurehead, with the "police department" in her pocket. I haven't read #19, and #20 will be dropping tomorrow. I'll take #19 next, and see what happens there.
But you both do not fail to disappoint in another episode in this provocative neo-noir saga! You're confronting very provocative and au courant issues in an intriguing fictional universe. Avanti!
This chapter was so much fun to create with my friend and partner in crime Sissitrix. Biro is such an excellent way to portray a well spanked ass. Let’s hope the readers love it as well.
…a lot of playful exchanges to publish this new chapter! Once again, you have set the bar high — offering us to choose between a cheap shitty reality or a rich, but virtual world. Is Sin Street the proto-city of a new world order? If it is, biro is the best tool to illustrate that hard, dark, sharp world.
I love your biro art. It’s raw, savage and descriptive. The way you have depicted Sun Street is exquisite and exciting.
I loved the punished ass. Thanks so much Kate and Sissitrix. That was superb. The intrigue has reached new heights as has the erotic tension. This work is a triumph.
I definitely appreciate your fetish for a good spanking. Once again, I am delighted you found some weekend fun in the gutters of Sin Street. Enjoy the night!
Hi Martin. The biro art perfectly compliments Erin's thrashing. Thank you for all of your support. Have a great Sunday
Woefully behind on my Sin Street exegesis. I haven't read #19 yet, to preserve the "objectivity" of my Episode 18 commentary--just so you know...
Rex. Mercenary Madman, Weapons Man, Batshit Crazy Psycho Killer on Wheels, and Mummification Sub-Fetishist who conceals a blade. Also, our Heroine's source of Earth-splitting, no-holds-barred, rougher-than-rough, old-school, red-blooded male dominant, cathartic hardcore fucks which Max never came close to supplying, and the Machines could never even approach! He's also shamefully evocative of Kevin Kline's Otto from "A Fish Called Wanda." Other than his psychopathic violence and sexual virtuosity, he's got the mental capacity of a kumquat. He really is Ottonian: "Are you calling me stupid?" he says. I can see this dope hanging an analogous John Cleese figure out a fifth-floor window forcing an apology. Erin should keep this guy at arm's length. She should have Sissitrix design some kind of electric collar for him (he's into the sub thing so it shouldn't be a stretch) as a standoff weapon--too much of a loose cannon. He's good for specific jobs and stress relief--anything more, I think she's in danger--she's been through enough, and should know better. But she's not totally hard-as-nails either--she fell for Max's dodges all the way, so who knows?
Here we're back to the Underground Club, which--great job again--is described so well to make it the last place anyone with common sense and knowledge of infectious disease would ever go. Every sentence makes the flesh crawl, and made me want to call in Robert Duvall's napalm airstrike on the place from "Apocalypse Now!" Either that or maximum bombardment with white phosphorus--anything that burns at high temperatures to clean that place! Whew! It would take care of some of its denizens too, who are pretty much bottom of the barrel as well. But I digress...great use of imagery though...masterful use of imagery to make the reader's stomach do cartwheels, and if the reader's getting a visceral response like that, it's top-notch writing! It's what high-quality erotica's supposed to be as well--vivid images which stirs the reader physically. All art should do this really, but the written word especially--hard to do.
The score on the Red October agenda's most welcome. I thought of them as Marxists given the name (nice fake-out!), but they're more like Davos WEF trans-humanist, global, tech-will-be-our-saving-god types it seems. Which is far, far worse--tech zealots give me the creeps--they're hyper-materialists and mega-utilitarians. Very scary, like the logical outcome of the Hegelian/Marxian/"Progressivist" dialectical process--scientific, technical, and sociopolitical/socioeconomic development will continue on a path of exponential evolution (constructs such as Moore's Law come to mind), so that religion is cast aside, art, literature, individualism, the nuclear family, toward a sort of Teilhardian "Omega Point" at which humanity will supersede its humanity, and achieve a simulacrum of immortality as machine, yet paradoxically sees that nightmare scenario as a goal worthy of achievement. I found the class division concept which Sissitrix explains to Erin baked into this scheme--where the privileged will enjoy this Huxleyan "Brave New World" charade of hedonistic "immortality," while served by those without means, trapped within a "purgatory" which their state in life has condemned them--a throwaway helot class to serve the depraved needs of the wealthy immortals, which, because of the "programmed" technical nature of the society, for the first time in history, can never question their state, nor revolt against their masters. This all from an ultra macro-level, but it's the logical upshot of what Sissitrix expresses of the global think-tank character of what Red October is--in this sense, the organization IS most definitely revolutionary, though by no means one liberating the working class, yet designed to elevate the powerful even further. Incidentally, this is the subplot of the HBO series version of "Westworld." I know I've kept returning to this failed, and rightfully cancelled series (despite its fascinating potential), but it did address the theoretical dangers of AI. The Delos Corporation (the company who built the park in the series) actually used the park as a blind for its true agenda. It was a massive data mining operation to copy the thought processes and every part of a person's personality (those persons being the super-rich park visitors) so that an exact copy of their mind and consciousness could be replicated and downloaded into an exact AI replica of the person when they died, so that it would be like they just woke up from a long nap--but the "new" bodies and the copied minds never accepted each other and it never worked--so the entire thing went to hell.
Anyway, it looks like Erin's got a plan to place Diana the Domme on the throne of Sin Street's mayoralty as a figurehead, with the "police department" in her pocket. I haven't read #19, and #20 will be dropping tomorrow. I'll take #19 next, and see what happens there.
But you both do not fail to disappoint in another episode in this provocative neo-noir saga! You're confronting very provocative and au courant issues in an intriguing fictional universe. Avanti!