<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Artorius Glimmerstar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sara's Cottage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In all honesty, as much as Arthur - sorry, Artorius; he still sometimes thought of himself as "Arthur" when in the confines of the game, which was dangerous if he ever let slip that his screen name was actually perilously close to his real name; don't give out personal information, etc etc - enjoyed actually<em>playing</em>the game, at the end of the day the combat was largely the same as any other MMORPG. Yeah, you were in the thick of it and it was exciting and action packed and really got your adrenaline going, but when it came down to it, it was all about numbers. His Numbers were higher than the Monsters Numbers, so he won. The monster dropped an item that made his Numbers higher, so he equipped it and went on to kill monsters with Higher Numbers to get better Number Boosting Items. It was the same gameplay loop as any other MMO or RPG, really, and what set it apart - the Virtual Experience - was inevitably going to be copied out the wazoo in the not so distant future. It was a fun gameplay loop and one that he genuinely enjoyed, but he would be lying if he said that it was the reason he played this game so damn much; his current account showed a whopping 200 hours on this character, and it wasn't for the Raids or Questing.<br/><br/>Frankly, it was because he got to be<em>himself</em>in the game. And not over anonymous chatlogs or those little side forums that sprung up alongside any online game that had any kind of footfall at all. He got to plug himself in for a few hours every night, wire himself into a body that he'd specifically designed to match how he<em>wished</em>he looked...and play out the fantasy of being precisely who he wanted to be. A popular, outgoing, feminine-looking young man with no problem being open and honest about how submissive he really was, surrounded by people who just loved taking advantage of his desires and cravings. That, at the end of the day, was what he wanted. To be honest with himself and others about who he was...but alas, outside of this Guild...the real world was not so kind to people like him. At least, not in his immediate area. Besides, it was easier to be yourself when you were anonymous, using another face, than when what you did in the real world had real consequences. If things went bad here, he could always just Log Off, and they'd never be able to find him. He'd miss the game and he'd miss his friends and he'd miss being able to be himself, but he could always make a new account or character. In the real world...you didn't get the option to duck out and start again. Most of the time, anyway.<br/><br/>But that wasn't really a concern right now; his Guild was welcoming and understanding - and indulging; God, were they indulging! - and seemed to completely accept who he was and what he wanted. In fact, he knew that a fair few of the Doms in his group actively appreciated what he wanted, and delighted in giving it to him. Repeatedly. Honestly, he didn't even really want the Loot from the Raid Bosses; it was just something fun to do with his Guild, a way of playing together and bonding, and it was part of the game; they did a Raid, and if he did well, he got rewarded, and if he didn't...he got punished. That was the whole point of being a HealSlut, and it was a part of it that he embraced wholeheartedly. He could go to any numerous amounts of chatrooms to just be fucked. But this...this was what he craved. Roleplay, Bonding and Domination. It helped, of course, that his real body felt every aching shock of pleasure that he received; he'd had to take precautions when playing that he didn't...make a mess, as it were. They were easy to make, of course, but it had been an unhappy surprise when he'd unplugged the first time to find that he had a decent amount of cleanup to do.<br/><br/>But now was not the time for that! They'd successfully destroyed the Raid, and now he was being carried on Crorn's back to the cottage they used for their Post-Raid Rewards And Punishments, and he knew for a fact that he was going to be rewarded; he'd not only killed a Drake that had slipped through the net of DPS and Tanks, but he'd also managed to Rez one of their better hitters before he respawned and had kept more than a few people on their feet. He'd done a fantastic job, and even Prince - his gorgeous black Pegasus, who was in the middle of trotting alongside the group - had pulled his weight, basically acting as a mobile platform for one of their archers. If he was lucky, they'd let him reward Prince as well, but...that was getting ahead of himself. He gave a grin and a giggle as he squirmed atop Crorn's shoulder, clenching and wriggling his ass at the sharp slap that resounded off of it.<strong>"Thank you, Daddy...I do my best..."</strong>He whispered softly in Crorn's ear, low enough for the newbies to not overhear; he wouldn't want to scare them off, after all! But of course, Crorn wasn't paying attention. He had other people to focus on, and he wasn't about to ruin his good behavior by acting selfish and possessive. Not yet, anyway; he could be bratty when he wanted to be, but he didn't want his Reward to turn into Punishment!<br/><br/>As soon as they reached the Cottage, Artorius knew the drill. He slipped down from Crorn's shoulder and scampered inside, skidding to a halt and dropping to his knees in front of Sara, his long pink hair falling over his back and pooling on the ground behind his shapely ass and curvacious, feminine thighs. He planted his hands on the ground before her in supplication, resting just before the prayer pillow. This was always the hardest part, of course, especially when he thought that he'd had a good run; she<em>always</em>expected something with which he could improve, or he would be branded as arrogant and prideful and subject to greater punishment. She didn't want to hear him boasting about how awesome he'd been. She wanted him to think of what he could improve, and beg forgiveness...which was difficult, in cases such as these when he was certain that he'd done his job as close to perfection as it was possible for a human to achieve. But she didn't care about excuses...she would want something. He just had to figure out something that he<em>could</em>have done better.<strong>"Mistress,"</strong>he said, bowing his head.<strong>"I believe in my heart that I did my duty to the Party in full, and that I acquitted myself especially well in the final Boss Run."</strong><br/><br/>He paused for a moment. That was his honest opinion, and she would want nothing else. She could always tell when people were lying to her. But he needed...something to improve. The only thing he could think of was when he was fighting that Drake that broke past the rearguard. Though he'd won, his attention had been split and he'd only just been able to get off that Rez on Crorn...and doubtless, other party members had found themselves a little longer without a heal than they might have been used to because of the combat. Not his fault, perhaps, but...had he fallen back and allowed others to deal with the Drake, or perhaps relied on the Reserve Healers to keep him topped up and ignored the Drake entirely, perhaps he wouldn't have had those small minutes of slower healing.<strong>"There was...one moment, Mistress. A Drake reached the healers, and I engaged, splitting my focus from my duties. Perhaps had I withdrawn and allowed others to deal with it, or ignored it and relied on our auxiliary healers, I could have served those I delayed in healing due to the battle better?"</strong>He didn't like it, of course, having to rephrase his awesome victory over the Drake as a bad thing, but...if he didn't come up with<em>something</em>that he could spin as something to improve on...the punishment for arrogance was certain to be harsher than whatever discipline he received for his "Sin." It left a bitter taste in his mouth, but...disappointing or angering Mistress Sara would leave a significantly harsher one, too.