My Sharona by The Knack:2005 in Japan.

Still one of my favourite songs. Sadly, the lead singer:Doug  Freyer passed on recently, due to lung cancer.

However,Doug achieved immortality with this song. I still remember watching it in 1979 on Top of the Pops. The audience at the time, were the most miserable group of people I've ever seen. Only one chap amongst them, danced his heart out to the song, whilst the others just stood there sullenly.

Still,I always enjoy it.

The End Of The Japanese Battleship Yamato - World Documentary Films HD

World War 2 Naval Aviation has always interested me,especially battles between the US Pacific Fleet and the Imperial Japanese Navy.



I have to admit I enjoyed watching this,as the American air power totally overwhelmed the largest battleship ever built;The mighty 'Yamamoto'



Even so,I fully agreed with one of the American pilots who helped to sink the 'Yamamoto',as he said he had mixed feelings over this.On the one side,he said he felt satisfaction that he'd helped to succeed in the mission.Yet,he also felt sadness that he knew a lot of the young Japanese crew on the 'Yamamato' did not survive.



Out of a crew of over 2000,only 200 survived.

Latest commission from Nightwing 1975.

A new picture I just got from Nightwing 1975,an excellent artist I found on the Deviant Art website.

I liked this one, as I had asked him to do me another version of Tamlyn Tomita, a very beautiful actress from the tv show:J.A.G.

This time, I just asked to see her character dressed,in a cruise ship uniform.

Adventure of the Happy Cat,by Jeb.

This is one of my favourite damsel in distress stories,which I found on an excellent website called:Jeb's Adventure Bound.

It's a fantastic damsel in distress story site.There are plenty to enjoy,of which Jeb himself has wrote.

He has very kindly given me permission to post his stories here,and I've chosen this one as it was the first one I read.

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The woman was tall.

And Sophie Da Costa had some experience of tall women-she'd once dated an all-conference basketball player.This woman wasn't quite as tall as that,but she was as imposing a presence as anyone Sophie had seen in ''Cindy's Curios'' for quite some time.Her jacket hung loosely over an athletic frame that suggested easy strength,as did the big,long fingered hands that peered out from the jacket cuffs.The woman's black hair was cut in a modified pageboy style,bluntly trimmed at chin level,and her smoothly tanned face had a hard beautyto it.If she wasn't necessarily what Sophie thought of as her 'type',she had a type of beauty that was compelling and unforgettable,if a little disturbing.

The tall woman was canting her glance about the store on this dull,sun-baked Wednesday morning,her sharp brown eyes clearly looking for something in particular.That was a bit unusual,as the wild mishmash of product in the place usually forced the customer to try and take the place in before starting to focus on something specific.

''Can I help you?'' Sophie called out,and for the first time,the woman seemed to notice her;the young salesgirl found herself shivering slightly as she felt herself being sized up by the woman's gaze as though she was just another item of the store's merchandise.

And there was plenty of merchandise to choose from.While the ''Cindy'' of Cindy's Curios was actually a dyspeptic middle-aged man named Arnold,the store itself was a treasure trove of odd imported items,focusing mainly on the Orient:everything from fine china to cheap toys,women's clothing and men's accessories,pottery,statues,jewelry,chess sets,sarongs...Some of it was cheap touristy crap of course,but some were quite exquisite;Sophie had just been running her hands lovingly over a new shipment of long,brightly coloured scarves of impossibly soft silk when the tall woman had entered.

''Just looking,'' came the time honoured response,and the woman's voice,while not unappealing,had the same hardness to it that made her face even more intimidating than it was attractive.

Feeling slightly relieved to be off the hook,Sophie returned her attention to the silk scarves.

Two more months of this,Sophie sighed to herself,but that first day of Graduate School seems SO far off-doubly so while enduring customers as well supplied with attitude as this one seemed to be.Usually,the presence of an attractive woman in the store would have led to some genial conversation,possibly even a bit of mild flirtation-anything to relieve the tedium of her eight-hour day of retail.That was clearly not happening now,and with this one,that was probably a good thing.

She heard the tinkle of the bell over the door,turned to look,and wondered if her maths skills,or eyesight,were playing tricks on her;she knew perfectly well that there were now two women in the shop,but her eyes could only register the newest visitor.

The woman wasn't as tall as the first one,but she had a bearing about her that radiated the authority of someone accustomed to looking down on others.Not in a 'stuck-up' way-there was nothing of the snob on the woman's face-but as though it were simply her destiny to command-to dominate.

The Dominatrix.

Sarah Watson was an attractive,twenty two year old woman.She had long,red hair,which fell down the back of her neck,and both sides of her hair rested on her shoulders.

She was dressed in a short sleeved,blue shirt,unfastened at the top.Sarah also wore a short black skirt,complete with a matching colour thick belt.She had on dark blue tights,and was wearing her favourite slippers.

Sarah lived alone in her London flat.The loneliness never bothered her,as she had a great,loving family,and plenty of friends too.

Her job paid well too,as Sarah worked as a personal assistant to a wealthy employer.Although,Sarah had to admit,she'd never met whoever it was she had to run errands for.She found it a bit weird,but as long as she got paid,Sarah couldn't care less who it was.

Sarah had her own hobbies to relax

Next Page from Matt.

The Pervert.

Well,what can I say? Yes,you guessed it.I'm a pervert.Not only that, but I'm a very nasty creep too.

Why,you may ask? Well, I like to grab pretty girls, especially the ones that wear uniform.

There's a good reason for this, as I do favours for some people.

Of course, they're not the kind of people you want to know. Indeed, they're slavers.

When they tell me to do something, I make sure I do as they tell me. When I achieve this, they reward me very well.

The women I target, have to meet certain requirements. Firstly, they have to have no family or friends. That way,there won't be many questions asked.

Of course, I have had to leave a lot of girls alone, as despite knowing they would sell well, the family matter keeps them safe from my clutches.

Even so,I can still get my hands on more suitable targets.In fact,I'm lying on top of one right now.She's a labatory assistant,and her name's Karen.Karen's gorgeous:She's got long,black hair and is in her early twenties.

I managed to seize her in her work,successfully chloroforming her from behind.God,how I loved doing that.Her perfume was driving me mad with lust,and I easily over-powered her,pressing myself into her.I loved her frantic,but ultimately futile struggles as I kept the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth.

Once she was out cold,there wasn't a second to lose.I quickly carried her back to the hideout,and I then tied her wrists behind her back with strong coils of brown hemp rope,adding more tight horizontal loops over and below her breasts,then tying her ankles together to keep her immobile.

Gagging her was a great thrill.I always stuff a balled up handkerchief into the girl's mouth,making sure it keeps the tongue completely flattened.To keep the cloth in,I then tie a piece of cloth into the girl's mouth,making it a highly effective cleave gag.I love seeing the cloth cutting into the corners of her mouth.

Just to make the girl's gag more secure,I then add a large rectangular strip of black tape,sealing it tightly over her mouth.This always works a treat,as all the pretty girls I've bound and gagged this way,have never managed to get free or raise the alarm.

Now that I've got her at my mercy,I always enjoy sampling the merchandise.As I mentioned before,I'm currently lying on top of Karen,my next pretty slave to be sold,and I'm enjoying squeezing both her breasts lovingly.

She can't resist or scream at my sexual assault on her.Indeed,I'm relishing her quiet whimpers behind her gag,and I increase my assault on her.

Not only do I grope both her breasts,I use my tongue on her,strobing the back and sides of her neck,chuckling with menace as I do so.

It gives me a great turn on,and I then unzip my jeans for the final pleasure.

Once I've finished the rape,I then make the necessary preparations to ship her out.This is done either by ship or sometimes,by private jet.My boss does pay me a visit to check on the merchandise,and he always approves.He then takes the girl,and he has another pretty slave to add to his collection.

As for me,I start looking for my next victim,being the creep and pervert that I am......