A Interview with a damselI was inspired by Classic DID (Created-By-Caz) doing interviews with DID artists So I wanted to get the Damsels point of view I did send a similar list of questions to her and maybe with some encouragements she might reply. In the mean time I call my friend Shirley and she kindly consented to a phone interview.
Hello Good Friends, Today we are here to interview My Good Friend and Classic DID Damsel Shirley to get a damsels point of view.
#1 There are far fewer female who openly show interest in DID, Please tell us what got you started
S: When I was growing up I live in an area with very few kids my age and all of them where boys who didn't want to play with me. At age 9 an older boy who was 13 started to take an interest in me. He would Kidnap me and take me to a little shed he built in the woods where I would be bound, gagged and placed in mock perils. I was young and wanting for attention he gave me, He may have other motive but it
Mother and Daughter Together for a Day"So why we here again mom?" Alex asked her mother who had her light golden brown hair pulled into a bun and was dressed up in a dark blue business suit with a matching skirt with nude pantyhose and matching high heel shoes. While Alex had her hair loosely around her shoulders with wearing a pink t-shirt with denim skirt and black tights with knee high brown boots.Mother and Daughter Together for a Day2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well I'm here helping out a friend with her security business, you're here to maybe learn a thing or two about the real world. Now that you moved out I think you could stand to learn a thing or two about how the real world works." Her mother replied as they walked through an empty bank on a warm Sunday afternoon.
"And what am I suppose to learn exactly?" Alex questioned.
"I'll explain how managing money and how stuff like that works as we monitor this place till the repairmen arrive and fix the security system." She explained as the bank manager came up to them.
"Ahh, you must be Sharon?" He politely said.
"No, she couldn't
Sara's Italian Job Pt.1"Tttthhhssss ssss lllll rrrrrnnnn fffflllltttt!" Vicky snarled at me through the cloth stuffed in her mouth, visible through layers of clear tape plastered over her lips.Sara's Italian Job Pt.11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sssssttttt pppp bbbccchhh!" I snarled back through my identical gag at the freckled face held only centimetres from my own.
"Wwww ddddsss tttssss hhhhpppnnn wwwttthhh yyynnn?"
"Tttt hhhhpppnnsss ttttnnn yyynnnn tttnnn!"
"Wwwwhhhnn yyyynnn sssstttlll mmmmm cccssss!"
"Mmmmm dddnnntt ssstttlll nnntthhhnn!"
God this was tortuous. I'd spied half a dozen support pillars, a couple of sturdy office chairs and even a hook attached to a dangling chain, any of which a snooping girl could have been tied to. But I just had to be lashed against my least favourite detective in the world, to the point that my vision was filled with her freckled
The Road to TodayI've been asked on a number of occasions a deceptively simple question why? Why do I write the stories I do, where does the motivation come from, and what led to a nice, ordinary guy like moi writing the type of stories, and appreciating the sort of art that appears here? I've cited the three major influences several times, but perhaps now is the time to put it down in more detail.The Road to Today2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In my case, there is no definitive "wow" moment, but a gradual learning and appreciation and we have to go right back to my early years for the start. Given I'm approaching my fiftieth next year, that means the late 60's, and British television, which in my case meant one thing Emma Peel.
Yes, if I'm been honest again, The Avengers was a very early influence, and the sight of Diana Rigg in green leather (black and white filming) stays with me even to this day. It wasn't just her, however before that there was The Saint with Roger "The Li
The Thieving Couple 3 part 2*Snap*The Thieving Couple 3 part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally! Monarch thought excitedly shaking free of her bonds. She jumped to her feet and dusted herself off.
"Look out!" Caz shouted.
Monarch looked up and saw Caz pushing David out of the way as two red beams sped towards him.
Shit! Monarch pointed her palm at Caz and started to concentrate. Please make it in time! She prayed.
Caz's body started to slightly glow when the beams hit her square in the chest.
"Caz!" David screamed as Caz fell to the ground and remained motionless.
"I was too late." Monarch whispered suddenly losing all feeling throughout her body and fell to her knees as she stared at Caz's dead body.
David went pale with rage as she stared at Caz's body and turned towards Atomic Smasher who was in shock at what he'd done.
"I I didn't mean " Atomic Smasher stammered.
"You bastard!" David screamed running across the room and tackling Atomic Smasher to the ground.
"You're sorry!?" David demanded. "Sorry isn't going to
The Thieving Couple 1Thieving Couple 1The Thieving Couple 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This must have been our easiest heist yet." David, aka the Irrepressible Rogue said opening the glass case that contained the Dragon Eye ruby, a deep, red ruby that was in the shape of an eye. The darkly clothed jewel thief picked up the ruby and handed it to his female counter-part, the notorious and lovely, Cat Burglar Caz.
"That's because we've spent weeks planning it." Caz stated taking the ruby and putting it in her black pouch on her belt. "Are you ready to go darling?"
"Give me a sec." Rogue said reading the display sign intently. "That's interesting."
"What is?" Caz asked looking at the sign.
"There's no time!" Rogue declared hearing the footsteps of patrolling guard. He grabbed Caz by the arm and ran out of the room just as the guard was about to come around the corner.
David was sitting in front of the computer and was busily researching.
"What are you doing?" Caz asked walking into the room after quickly changing and
The Thieving Couple 3 part 1The Thieving Couple 3The Thieving Couple 3 part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Caz finished cutting a hole in the glass case that held the Red Dragon Egg with her diamond-tipped glass cutter.
"Don't worry." Caz whispered reaching into the case. "You'll be reunited with your sister soon." She pulled the ruby sculpture out of its casing and put it into her black pouch that she wore around her waist.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you that it isn't polite to take things that don't belong to you?"
Caz turned and saw Monarch standing before you.
"And who might you be?" Caz asked kindly giving Monarch a look over.
"My name is Monarch." Monarch declared. "And I suggest you put the ruby back and come with me."
"So you're Monarch. I should have known with that large butterfly on your chest. I read about you in the paper. I must admit I was expecting someone a little older."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Monarch demanded.
"The paper said Monarch was a young woman but you can't be more than twenty years old."
Caz let out a sad sigh. "
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Catherine placed her left hand on her desk. She took a deep breath and started to concentrate. Her hand started to glow and then she pulled out a sharpened pencil. She poked her hand with the pencil. Nothing. She poked a little harder. Still nothing. Her body started to become tense and she took another deep breath.
"I'm back." Jean called entering the room with a large bag just in time to see Catherine stab her hand with the pencil. "Catherine!" She screamed running to Catherine's side. She looked down at Catherine's hand expecting a bloody mess but instead she saw that Catherine's hand was unharmed. She let out a sigh of relief. "What the hell are you doing!?" She demanded angrily.
"I wanted to see if I could form barriers around specific parts of my body." Catherine explained tossing the pencil aside and flexing her fingers. "It looks like I can." She could feel her body relaxing.
"And what encouraged you to do this insane experiment?"
"During my fig
Debbie's Diva DilemmaThe Speakeasy was deserted. The tables and chairs were tidied away and the bar had long ended service. Debbie surveyed the scene from where she was positioned on the stage, her gaze fixed on Detective Stan McClane as he burst through the doors. She longed to warn him that he had stormed into a trap, but the silk scarf pulled between her lips and tied behind her head meant she could only muster a muted, "Lllllkkk ttttt sssssttttnnnn!"Debbie's Diva Dilemma2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Debbie was dressed in an elegant bright red flapper dress, with the hem just reaching the red velvet high heels on her feet. Her coppery red hair was tied back and held in place with a dark band, from which a black feather was protruding. Her arms up to her elbows were clad in dark opera gloves with expensive diamond rings on her fingers. Not that anyone could see them, due to how her hands were bound over the chair back with strong brown ropes. More cord enveloped her upper body and lap, pinning her into the seat, and her feet h
Bluebell at the Nymph OlympicsAt the starters mark, the athlete charged with an immense burst of speed. He tore forward in a straight line, focusing only on the ever approaching sandpit waiting for him. Fifty thousand pairs of eyes watched his every stride, shouting encouragements and cheers that rang in his ears. He gave a hop, a skip, and then a mighty flap of his wings. This produced a thrust making him soar through the air for over a distance of twenty Nymph metres, and he landed in the sandpit and recorded the longest jump of the day.Bluebell at the Nymph Olympics1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Spinach jumps a distance of 21.34 in the flutter jump," the announcer roared over the hollering audience. "It puts him in the number one position for the 400 metre flit, and the favourite for the gold medal in the Nymphtathalon."
I was on my feet, as were Marigold and Fern, after watching his jump from our position in the Royal Box. Our behaviour was supposed to be dignified, but our enthusiastic claps and bounces on the spot were
Sara's Open Day“There it is!” exclaimed Grandma Marie in excitement, pointing beyond the train window. I looked in that direction and my gaze fell upon the impressive structure of York Minster. Its massive, square shaped central tower, constructed out of bright limestone, stood like a beacon against the dull grey skies. It was taller than any other building in the city of York by some margin. My Grandma explained why. “It’s been a tradition for decades that no building be taller than the Minster, so as not to spoil that marvellous view.”Sara's Open Day11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So it’s been that way even before you visited here?” I grinned.
She smirked back. “Cheeky mare. But it definitely has been too long. At least having you living nearby will give me the perfect excuse to come more often.”
Staring blankly at the approaching station I remarked, “Depends if I get the grades.”
“Course you will Tiger, they
Debbie's College Project CaperDeborah Irene Drummond had certainly had better days. First she'd overslept and got to work late, where she spent the entire day wrestling with her latest advert which was perilously close to going over budget. A draining nine hours later she'd been looking forward to a lazy evening at home. But that plan went belly up when taking a shortcut through an alleyway beside the grocery store. At this point a dark coloured van had pulled up alongside her, the doors had opened and a flurry of hands hauled her inside before she'd even uttered a squeak.Debbie's College Project Caper1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She'd been immediately blindfolded and gagged with laundered rags pulled around her coppery red hair, and her wrists frenetically bound behind her back with several turns of duct tape. Then she felt more tape be fixed about her stocking clad ankles as the van whisked her to an unknown location. The journey was not a long one, and soon she was bundled into a building and perched on a stool, with more tape pulled over her bl
The Damsel Olympics"Hi there folks! This is Brunt Hardcastle introducing you to one of the commentators of the Damsel and Peril Olympics 2012, David Presents; David is a well-known writer on the subject and graciously agreed to commentate on one of the events.The Damsel Olympics1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
David smiled at the camera as Brunt reeled of some of David's better known stories.
"Thank you for the introduction Brunt, now as you can see from the footage, this is the "'bound and gagged hop'" event, we had a field of 12 entries, this was the Gold medal run with the six heat winners."
As the girls wriggled and hopped down the course David continued his commentary;
"Diane Amsel of Great Britain is coming along nicely in the outside lane; she has a great hopping technique that I catching her up to the world champion Villi Ain of Sweden, as you can all see from this footage the other entrants all fell partway down the course and are nowhere near catching these two determined young damsels."
The two girls continued to hop rapidly towards
A Case For Brian Softpaws"You like the movie?" Megan asked as she plucked the DVD from the open tray.A Case For Brian Softpaws2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Eh, was alright," Danny answered with deliberate nonchalance "Some decent action scenes and snappy dialogue. Shame it ended with the whole 'rescuing the damsel in distress' trope."
"As if you're suddenly an expert on scriptwriting," Mega laughed, happy to rise to the bait. "Anyway, I thought you lads liked playing the hero."
Stretching his arms as he reclined deeper into the sofa Danny replied, "Well once you've become the president's daughter and I have to save you from international bio-terrorists then I'll get back to you on that."
"Touche," Megan giggled as she fell back into the opposite end of the sofa. She tucked up her knees so her feet brushed the plastic bowl containing a small dusting of sugar at the base, all that now remained of their movie night popcorn supply. She held up two more DVD cases for her best fr
Editorial DiDOk so an editorial on why I like DiD?Editorial DiD2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hmm well like a lot of people I grew up watching cartoons, regularly seeing a female character tied up or in some kind of peril, when I was younger it just made me laugh (and in the case of Olive Oyl, wonder why Popeye even gave a damn about such an irritating person in the first place )
As I grew into my teens and the inevitable interest in girls, and the forms of entertainment moved on, I have still to this day liked cartoons to a degree. They seemed in my teens to have the atypical perfect women in them to a guy full or raging hormones (If unrealistic ) But it was stronger characters like Teela and She-Ra who still got in trouble but were able to escape it with the minimum of help that made them more interesting to me.
Others I would include in this would April O'Neil or Rara Chasm (OC of :iconblogman: ) who is sensual, but not an airhead/weak willed character. So I guess I am saying that I also like girls
The Cat's Eye ViewWell, well, it has been a long time hasn't it? I'm sorry I have not been around recently - a lot of business travel I'm afraid, which in many ways has its own rewards. It also meant I had a lot of time to think some things over, consider new experiences, and even commit some of my own stories down to paper. There was one trip with an old friend - but perhaps now is not the time to tell that tale.The Cat's Eye View1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As it was, one particular trip out provide an experience that took me back to the days when I pursued a very different path of acquiring valuables. I was visiting Glasgow for a fair, and one particular evening I walked into the hotel at the same time as a most striking young woman. She must have been in her early twenties, with auburn coloured hair that fell around her shoulders and deep blue eyes. She was wearing one of those dresses that seem to be so popular at the moment - short sleeved, with a small belt around the waist, a
Deviant WeddingIt was a beautiful spring day, the birds were chirping, people happily walked about, and a warm breeze light blew across the land. Everyone was happy about the day, but none of them were happy as much as David was. As he stood in front of a large mirror inside of a small church, he straighten out his suit and waited for the clock to tick down to the time he would marry his lovely bride to be Caz.Deviant Wedding3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he stood in front of the mirror, he thought cheerfully of their happy life ahead of them. He was so lost in thought he failed to notice his cell phone was ringing on the table next to him till he finally noticed it when the vibration caused it to fall onto the ground.
He quickly grabbed the phone off the ground and looked at the number to see it was his lovely wife to be calling. At first he was delighted to see her call but then confused as to why she would call when he thought she would be busy getting ready.
"Hello my sweet." He said as he answered the call
Bluebells Difficult SpellYou humans are funny creatures. Always rushing about like there's no tomorrow, constantly fussing about what's on that thing you call a television or that invention called a computer. You never take the time to appreciate the living world we both inhabit that you seem intent on destroying.Bluebells Difficult Spell2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps that's why we are not allowed to mix with your kind. We have developed a sophisticated civilization right under your very noses, yet you have no idea we exist. Stories of our species have been passed down throughout your history it seems, but you simply view them as fairytales. A pity, because there is much I feel you could learn from us. But every time you are walking in a field and you spot something moving in the bushes, or hear something rustling in the grass, or see a flock of birds take off for no reason, chances are it will be us going about our daily business.
My own daily business was the reason I didn't want to get up that
Sara's PredecessorYou experience a range of emotions when on a snoop. Sometimes it's exhilaration, sometimes fear, sometimes frustration. And occasionally you experience utter, tedious boredom. As I was experiencing at 11:26pm on a Thursday evening, sitting underneath the desk in an office of a Carrington Working Men's Club.Sara's Predecessor1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unusually for my adventures, I was stuck under here through choice. During evening service I'd snuck through a fire exit, and somehow avoided being noticed by half-drunk men with an average age of sixty five as I sidled into the office. I'd taken up position under here and had been waiting a good couple of hours for the sound of raucous, drunken laughter to disappear as the bar clients filtered into the night.
I jiggled my legs in frustration, at least dressed comfortably in jeans, a blue hoodie and my newest pair of red coloured converse shoes which reached above my ankles. I'd clipped back my shoulder length brown hair to keep
Sara at the RacesThe Carrington Racecourse is one of the few venues in my hometown of any note. It holds five race meetings a year, the biggest of which, by far, being the Carrington Gold Cup. It attracts race enthusiasts from across the country. The roads in town are gridlocked when it is going on and hotel rooms are booked months in advance.Sara at the Races3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The drop off point was already packed by the time my dad's car pulled into it. Countless people dressed in their glad-rags were being shepherded in by a bunch of very flustered stewards.
"Remember, I'll meet you both here at six. I want to get out quickly to avoid the traffic" my dad instructed
"Whatever dad," my twin brother Chris muttered under his breath.
"We'll be there," I replied firmly. I had been invited to a post-race party in town, and there was no way I was going to let my brother make me late.
As I opened the car door my dad sa
Sara's Gentlemanly Intrusion"A toast to Carrington's most famous eighteen year old on her first big interview!" Harriet announced, raising her glass of lime and lemonade.Sara's Gentlemanly Intrusion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cheers!" my friends chorused from our corner of the dimly lit bar, the sound of our clinking glasses drowned out by the blaring music.
I begrudgingly joined in, glad the low light disguised my blushes. "Come on, it was only an interview for a radio show which averages eight thousand listeners."
"All famous crime fighters had to start somewhere!" Rachel shouted over the thumping dance track.
"I don't want to be a famous crime fighter. And I don't know why you three didn't want to join in?"
Abigail emitted a noise that was half a laugh, half a squeak. "Me, talking on air for the whole town to hear? Not bloody likely."
"You're the boss, so you get all the glamorous jobs," Rachel told me,
More Daring Damsel DilemmasAnother trio of very short stories, round about 1500 words apiece, in which I respond to requests or write about OC’s I admire. Hope you enjoy.More Daring Damsel Dilemmas8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cathy, Sarah and the Old Madrone Tree Peril
Cowgirl Cathy crawled over the arid, stony ground, trying to maintain her cover underneath the prickly bushes as she crept up on the rowdy band of crooks drinking beer around a roaring campfire. She fell still as raucous laughter drifted overhead, before she continued her approach. The sun was sinking yet she still kept her Stetson hat on to camouflage her wavy blonde hair; her blue chequered flannel shirt, denim minishorts and brown cowboy boots coated with dust as she dragged herself closer. Soon she was close enough to peer through the branches at the men she’d been tracking. Three in total, but only one of them looked like he’d give her any difficulty, provided she maintained the element of surprise.
Cathy continued analysing their camp until finally sh
Bluebell and the Spiderweb CactusOn the day of a full moon my hometown becomes filled with travelling merchants and traders. They set up stalls in the great hexagonal market place right in front of the magic college. Throughout lectures you can hear the cries of vendors flogging their goods and the music of street performers. And all you can do is slump in your chair, counting down the clock until you are free to sample the delights of the Monthly Daffoville Market.Bluebell and the Spiderweb Cactus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At lunchtime on the day of one particular market I soared through the air, my rapidly flapping wings a blur as I tore to where I was to meet my housemates for a cup of tulip coffee. As I descended into the food court I swung my feet forward, tilted my body back, and the sound of my high heeled ankle boots clicking on the cobblestones confirmed that I'd made a perfect landing.
I was immediately greeted with a cry of, "Over here Bluebell, we've ordered you a tulipcinno." I spun around and saw Marigol
Sara's Italian Job Pt.2Back at Carrington Sixth Form College, at roughly the same time I was being re-imperilled, Rachel was facing her own ordeal, albeit a slightly less hazardous one. She was scouring the building with her phone pressed against her ear, calling me for the tenth time. She was unaware my phone was currently property of the mysterious Italian, so when I failed to answer again she muttered, "Damn it Sara, where did you get to?"Sara's Italian Job Pt.21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She decided to recheck our common room, but as she raced up the stairs she was intercepted by a posh sounding voice. "Ah just the bonny lass I was hoping to meet."
Rachel then noticed the dark haired lad waiting for her on the staircase and exclaimed, "Oh nooooeeeil. Hi Neil!"
Neil was indeed waiting for her, a self-assured smirk reaching from ear to ear as he held out a couple of gifts. "I brought you Maggie's autobiography as promised, plus a copy of the Iron Lady on DVD. Oh, and I hope you
Traffic Jam DamselIt was the middle of summer for Heroic town and as a dark haired Jane entered the highway that lead to her job wearing a dark blue business suit with dark tights she began to grow impatient as she was now stuck in a gridlock. Fall, Winter and Spring the highway was usually pretty good and clear. But in the summer time when the tourist came flocking to or through the town it turn into this mad house.Traffic Jam Damsel4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on! Move it!" Jane shouted out to the black car in front of her as she honked her car horn loudly.
"Grrrrr." The man in the black car growled as he wore an outfit similar to a evil villain complete with cape and small mustache.
"Come on! My 100 year old grandmother could tell a story faster than this!" Jane shouted out with more loud honks.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." The man in black car growl more as his fingers dug into a steering wheel.
"Come on! I've seen honey being poured go faster!" Jane shouted out once more breaking the man's will.
"That's it!" He shouted as he got out of his car a