Not much to do once you are ready. You can't really chat with the guys, but you
\ can try to accomodate further requests. You can walk around the room...
\ and not much else. Strike poses?

Now, what I've learned about my audience is the thing they like best is for me
\ to enjoy myself, which I won't complain about. And what do I enjoy? Like,
\ in professional context? Well, this. I enjoy being tightly bound, I enjoy
\ feeling helpless, I enjoy being watched by people who like it when I like it,
\ and I like it that they like it. I even enjoy drinking yoghurt from a bucket,
\ given some amount of arousal of course. And I have this amount by now, with
\ a lot to spare even. I also enjoy my studio, the orange autumn evening behind
\ the window, the fact that I can be lazy as all hell, no real responsibilities,
\ no reason to hurry anywhere. I can just do whatever, mostly thinking about
\ stuff, dreaming, fantasizing. What, future? Social security? Dental? Taxes?
\ Fuck all this shit. I'm a pony, ponies don't pay taxes yet, I hope.

The slight problem with being me is the whole lot, but the relevant one is,
\ I guess, no audio. No moans, no... No, that's it, no moans. I mean sure, there
\ are some sounds: sucking on a gag, horseshoe clacking, chain rustling, I don't
\ know, excited breathing. But still, no moans. People like moans.

That was part of a justification for a large TV hanging on a wall with some
\ copyright-free porn on it all the time. The other part is it's quirky, adds to
\ a unique setting. The other other part is maybe I really like my job sometimes,
\ all right?

And there I was, laying on the floor, liking my job, when [[the power went out.|next]]

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