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Tina Turner opens up for the first time about her son's suicide after he killed himself in July and reveals she thinks he's 'in a good place now'. I've only had the phone six days, so I haven't played around with all the new features yet. As such, I'll start with the bad points:. I hate Siri and don't want to accidentally launch this inescapable Samsung app. ABC just revealed the celebrities competing on the upcoming season of Dancing with the Stars — and the names may surprise you!

The cast of the 27th season of DWTS, along with their pro dancer partners, appeared on Good Morning America on Wednesday to discuss the upcoming season. Will Seth Meyers be able to deliver his opening monologue standing up or will he suffer from Desktile Dysfunction? Is Paul Simon still capable of standing while performing or is he at the age where a stool is his best friend? Unfortunately not available for purchase, so you'll have to compile it yourself.

What is your favorite? Keep pushing the corpses and ones that alienate the hillbillies. But someone like me is the only way you'll get anywhere! Solitude, introspection, meditation and prayer are all essential. We must all face the truths of life that effect us ALL irregardless of age, sex, race or creed. Time and Death visit us ALL multiple times in our lives, first through our own aging, then the ageing of others, followed by the death of others, ending with our own deaths.

Most of us are trying to avoid and even block those facts out instead meditating upon them with courage and faith if not faith in God then faith in oneself.

Unfortunately, we currently live in societies controlled by corrupt politicians, distorted religions manipulating sacred texts that speak the truths of love, creation and the Divine, and by big corporations. Many of the spiritual masters of various walks and faiths speak of "an evil" or darkness that permeates this reality, distorting, torturing and destroying light - but not permanently.

Still, we must stand guard against anything that would turn us into a tool of despair and destruction, from the smallest words to the largest acts. Find something that will encourage - NOT discourage - you to explore the mysteries and origins of life.

It doesn't have to be an official religion either. Reading, understanding and following IF you feel inclined sacred texts is something you can do alone in your room. Both are completely different forms of connecting with life, both the seen and unseen. Realize that we are currently living in a world that is growing more and more toxic, literally and figuratively, and ask yourself this: Do I want to assist in making the world more toxic or in helping clean it up?

After this, you're on your own, already deep on a path into an Interior place that you will either embrace and follow through with or abandon. Some producer should cast all three of them in the same movie and let them duke it out.

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After the therapist successfully guides Jennings to a safe arrival at a scene from a former life, the teen activist reveals her newly-discovered past identity. Lesley Stahl times this just right - to the undecided this ought to do it - he sounds like a child if not the most idiotic man on earth. I hope Bush heard this after his drive for KavaNO. I expect this will sound like his testimony on the witness stand in the year ahead. Statements sound curiously devoid of info that 32 campaign staff have plead guilty or have been charged with criminal conduct with Russia.

Mind you ,no stories about how you just know there is. Give us stories and proof—yes a burning bush will do. An excellent comic writer as well as kind of a strange acting presence--a skinny, bald, nerdy guy. While the series on Netflix has ended, the immortal Iron Fist will live on. This is the first small screen series termination from the comic giant by the Reed Hastings run Netflix and a hard blow for the Finn Jones and Jessica Henwick led show about the mystically empowered NYC-based marital arts hero and Defenders member.

Cast members on the series that as most recently run by Raven Metzner were informed of the cancellation in the last few hours, I hear. At present, a migration of the other three Marvel series that evolved out of the lucrative deal between Disney and Netflix is not in the cards.

A third season of the Krysten Ritter led Jessica Jones was order in April and a third season of fellow Defender Luke Cage is expected to get the formal go-ahead any day now. The expectation is the apparently widely watched and critically acclaimed tale of the Man Without Fear will be back for a fourth Charlie Cox led season.

Daredevil spinoff The Punisher was given a second Jon Bernthal fronted season in late , soon after Season 1 launched. The official Flash season 4 thread. Barry returns from the speedforce reborn and apparently naked. I would work, but I was still very much cocooned. The couple eventually filed for divorce in , with Kidman noting that "when I came out of it at 32, 33, it's almost like I had to grow up.

I've always like David Manners - he was a cutie back in the day! It is not actually clear if his table climb was approved by Apple Store staff or if he just did it regardless. Paul Rudd, pictured at years old in and 21 years later. Which other celebs have not only kept their looks as they aged but managed to look better doing so.

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Canadians will be allowed to possess, carry and share with other adults up to 30 grams of marijuana. Meryl Streep and Jessica Lange. No matter what the project is, you can count on these two icons to cause an artistic and emotional stir. They've dominated films and television respectively for the last decade or so, Meryl raking up Oscar nominations and finally her third Oscar, Jessica pulling in Emmy nominations nearly every year, winning three in the process along with a Tony Award and every theater award imaginable.

They're the last two great female movie stars of the last vanguard. They've both laid it all out on the line and have triumphed and transcended. It is getting torn apart on the internet for the lesbian, latina, mixed race, faminist angle but I loved it anyway and am glad it pissed off the deplorables. That thinks she is a dog, barks like one and refuses to associate with other pigs in the barnyard. Continue your discussion of the show which seems oddly obsessed with samosas and chess these days.

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Not long ago, many clubs catered to enthusiastic leathermen. I remember driving along the interstate in Michigan, where I saw the sign, "1 Mile to Climax. Or, if you're in Minnesota, the town of Climax is near the town of Fertile, so you could see the headline, "Fertile woman dies in Climax. Or you might see an announcement in the Midwest which tells you that "Normal woman marries Peculiar man. Kim with the pardon, Kanye with the crazy, the hookups, the babies, but they still can't hold our attention long like they used to.

Will the one good deed of Trump be that he snuffed out the Grifter Slut Brigade? With just three weeks to go before one of most critical midterm elections in modern American history, the most powerful figure in the Democratic Party has kept his distance. Well if it has moved, can someone please redirect me? I wonder if people got their money back This really puzzles the heck out of me. If you've binged-watched Escape to the Country, then this thread's for you.

Let's talk English country houses. The symmetry and proportion of that house and its rooms is almost perfect. It is an almost-perfect house. The series is currently in production for a premiere. Booker -- who's been romantically linked to Veronica Webb, the first African-American model to have a major cosmetics contract -- and to Instagram poet Cleo Wade -- recently "broke up with someone.

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I have no interest in identifying a model or discussing the nearly 50 year old movie; "Valley Of The Dolls". Jim Carrey, I'm sorry for your loss, but I couldn't care less NOW, you have my attention!!! This thread is about jockstraps. Don't bring that other mess in here!

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Can anyone here post any articles written by left wingers from to the present where its being made the top priority it should be? Liberals have been laughing at Trump's wall but it's still moving forward. They don't seem to take conservatives seriously until they are in office. This should be all non republicans 1 priority not immigration. It seems like the Kavanaugh fight is energizing that rapid, demonic and despicable base.

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Pocahontas the bad version , sometimes referred to as Elizabeth Warren, is getting slammed. Now that her claims of being of Indian heritage have turned out to be a scam and a lie, Elizabeth Warren should apologize for perpetrating this fraud against the American Public.

Thank you to the Cherokee Nation for revealing that Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, is a complete and total Fraud!

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The confirmation of Brett Kavanaugh despite accusations of sexual assault has supercharged the midterm elections.

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He said he told the officer that he was renting the unit and that he had shown Ms. Mueller his key fob. Mueller could not be reached to comment.

The Metropolitan Police Department in St. It was the latest known instance of a white person caught on video confronting — and sometimes calling the police on — a black person performing everyday activities, such as babysitting, eating lunch or going to the pool. In a Brooklyn deli last week, a white woman called the police after claiming that a young black boy touched her behind.

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The charges against the dentists included sex assault, conspiracy to commit sex assault and first-degree kidnapping, KSNV in Las Vegas reported. The dentists were already free on their own recognizance and none of them attended Monday's hearing.

The men said in a statement: But as this case shows, it is also important to keep a critical eye on those willing to use the [ MeToo] movement for their own selfish motives and remember that innocent until proven guilty is one of our country's bedrock principles.

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They re-bag the candy and trade it in for a goody basket I already prepared with a video or computer game, some snacky-treats, and all-natural Halloween-Themed candy that I preordered on the Internet.

Though I do pick up some half-off candy after Halloween is over to hide for my own midnight cravings…Shhh! That Hudson Yards beehive thing going up: It has a great, M. Escher feeling to it but you just know tourists are going to be tumbling off this air maze left and right. We live in an era where these sort of public art structures need poly-glass safety shields and air holes.

A New York man died after he developed a rare and fatal brain disorder from eating squirrel brains. In a case report, researchers said the year-old was brought to Rochester Regional Health in saying he was having trouble thinking, he was losing touch with reality and he couldn't walk.

Doctors discovered he developed a degenerative disease caused by the same infectious proteins that also result in the more infamous 'mad cow disease'. However, it wasn't contaminated beef that caused this man's death. His family told doctors he enjoyed hunting and had recently eaten squirrel brains - although it's unclear if he ate the whole brain or squirrel meat contaminated with parts of the brain.

Deputies with the Major Crimes Division arrested him after a warrant was issued Thursday morning. His house was also searched. The charges include two counts of forcible rape, one count of forcible sodomy and one count of forcible oral copulation. No details of the incidents were immediately available, including when the alleged crimes happened.

In announcing his arrest, officials only listed the charges Winslow faces. Winslow was arrested a week after he was briefly jailed on suspicion on burglary. His new arrest came on the same day he was to appear in a Vista courtroom for the arraignment in the burglary case. The younger Winslow was booked into custody on one count of burglary.

His publicist said the arrest was the result of an over-reacting from a neighbor who saw him at the residence of a couple that was not home.

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Some of you I have met before, but some of you are new to me. I am Mrs Martin, and over the next 2 hours we shall be reviewing the rise and fall of the Roman empire. After you've finished with us, I should have said. Mrs Martin swallowed hard — the omens didn't look good! Take one set and pass the rest on. We shall start at the beginning, with the legend of Romulus and Remus. After half an hour, the class was obviously bored and restless, but there seemed to be an element of excited anticipation in the air.

It was very interesting, but very hot. And there was a big queue to get in. I've brought in a photo of it. Did you see that? It's very famous so you can't have missed it. Tell us about that sort of thing.

She could see where this could be leading. Sally had produced a number of A4 transparency of the fresco, which placed on th OHP snd projrcted onto the screen. The class studied the picture intently. The class all looked at one another. Then as one they stood surrounding the hapless teacher. They may have been children, but most of the boys were taller and more strapping than Marianne. Behind her she could hear giggles, and heavy breathing. She had seen the fresco, and knew what was coming.

Two hands grasped the neck of her blouse, from behind. A sudden jerk, and it tore clean off her back. The rest of the blouse was unceremoniously ripped off. She could feel it slipping down her waist, and over her buttocks.

Then it was around her ankles. Look at the slut! Just smell her cunt — she's gagging for it! Once again her cunt had given her away.

A heated discussion followed. The boys wanted to keep them on because they made her look extra sexy, but the girls wanted her stripped completely naked, because that was how the woman in the fresco was. Sally decided the issue. The only things she can keep on are her nipple rings and the shackles on her cunt.

The base of the easel was wide, and poor Marianne's legs were stretched wide. Meanwhile, plans were being laid to deal with her tits. On the way back, I stopped in the local town for supplies. After a few years of operating my bondage hostel, I could usually categorize a new client on the first interview.

Very few just came in fresh as full bore subs. These were all women who fantasized about bondage, but were never able to practice it. A certain number just wanted to be restrained. They never did any more than be chained by the neck to a bed overnight, or hogtied for an afternoon. Just the feeling of not being able to leave the room or bed for a certain time satisfied their cravings for domination.

Such as being spread eagled for the day with dildos, or vibrators, light whippings or sex. These eventually found the level they wanted and were happy to request that from then on. A small number became hard core subs. Tight bondage for days, hard sessions under the whip, major punishments.

Eventually, these would reach the point to where they would offer to become real and permanent slaves. I wondered what to do with them. At the back of the property, was a cave. I could remember it as a boy as being huge, but that is all. It was just a big bubble in the rock, and had nothing to entice tourists - no long passages, or stalactites, or pools of water with blind fish.

Eventually, I began to look for it, found the closed up entrance, and began to dig the rubble away. Once I got it open, I explored it and found it to be vastly smaller than the mile deep cavern that I remembered as a child.

It was longer than wide, about feet to the back wall, and maybe 40 feet wide on the average, with a wide grotto about a third of the way back. It was plenty tall, however, in some places almost 30 feet to the rock overhead. I decided to make it into a subterranean dungeon. Some of my clientele might get off on the idea.

It would not be easy - running power and water a hundred feet to a underground location, on a mountaintop that was mostly rock, was going to be a summer long project, especially since the utilities and entrance had to be hidden. Three years before, the postman dropped off a yellow card that indicated I had a certified letter at the post office. I was puzzled, since I knew of no reason for anyone contact me in that way. I was just a average wage slave doing his time in an 8 to 5 sentence.

The next day was a major surprise when I retrieved the letter. It was a genuine rich uncle scenario. In this case, it really was my uncle and as far as I knew, he was rich - at least, I knew he had a lot more money than I had ever seen. In short, after a few weeks, I was in possession of a tidy sum of money - not enough to retire to Rio, but definitely enough to make my life much easier if I used it wisely. And - another surprise - I was now the owner of a hotel.

Specifically, the Mountain View Overlook Hotel. I barely remembered visiting the establishment as a child. I definitely remembered the neat cave at the back of the property.

The next weekend, I got up early on Saturday and headed for the border. In an hour or so, I was in the vicinity of my new property. I was on a winding road, well maintained but almost totally absent of cars. Finally, at the top of the mountain, I came to the sign which displayed It was falling down, and the first two words of the name were missing. In almost a state of shock, I drove up the steep unpaved driveway and came to an abandoned sprawling set of cinderblock structures that resembled a hotel - sort of.

I got out and walked around, as my vision of a new and lucrative career crashed in flames. The hotel was built solid, and was still intact, but was badly in need of lots of repairs. Unfortunately for any future plans, this part of the state was and had been a depressed area for decades - no jobs, no factories, just a few hardscrabble farms with indifferent crops.

Not exactly a hot tourist destination. I found out later, when I bought gas, that the reason for the lack of traffic was the new Interstate extension that paralleled it just a couple of miles west. After leaving my hotel, and my capitalistic dreams behind, I headed back home. A few months later, I was laid off as the owning corporation downsized and closed the plant.

They were decent about it - I got a good severance, and money for searching for a new job. This wasn't the disaster that it would have been a year before. With the money part of my inheritance, I was drawing, if not good interest, enough income to live on as long as I watched my spending. And I watched it very closely. With my severance pay, I had leisure to look for my next career. Which turned out not to be anything close to what I would have ever expected.

I had been playing with these two for about three years - before them there had been others. It was strictly a companionship of sex - we never dated or met outside of my leased house, fully equipped with a windowless dungeon which gave the three of us hours of pleasure. I had been interesting in tying up women since before puberty.

I loved to play games with my sister where I captured her and held her captive, tying her hands with little ropes. Of course, at that age, the sexual connotation of the play action was not there at all and I had no knowledge of why it gave both of us enjoyment. About a month after my job disappeared, I got a letter that was puzzling, in all aspects. All it said, was "Mr. Tatum, I would like to meet with you to talk about a position that might interest you. You will receive remuneration for any services that you provide.

If you are interested, please come to an upscale cafe, in the good part of town this Friday at 6pm. Ask the doorman for Francisco. I was a pretty good jack-of-all-trades worker and a very good programmer my opinion , but I certainly had no skills that couldn't be found in any employment office. On Friday, I headed to a cafe that I would never have entered under normal circumstances.

After parking in a lot with a ridiculous fee scale, I walked up to the doorman and inquired for Francisco, whoever that was. The doorman pointed me to a desk, behind which sat the Matre d' - Francisco, I presumed. I suddenly realized that I didn't know what to ask.

Something like "Excuse, me. I am here to meet someone whom I have never seen and know nothing about. Could you tell me where he is?

However, the problem was immediately solved, when he looked up and inquired, "Mr. As I sat there, imaginative thoughts of what was happening raced though my mind.

Were these people recruiting mules to transport drugs, or money, or did they want my skills to crack ATM's? I couldn't, but maybe they thought my computer skills lay in that direction.

I certainly didn't know of any abilities that I had that would justify this experience. The door opened and a woman entered. A very nice looking woman, about thirty or so, very well dressed. Obviously way upper class. Way, way over my class.

She walked up to the table. My name is Stefanie. She eased herself into the chair opposite of mine and looked me over for a few seconds. What we say between us is completely confidential. You've been playing sexual games with my niece, Melody. My world started coming apart. No doubt she had a couple of goons just outside the door waiting for the signal to enter and remove my appendages one by one, and disposing of the rest in the river.

But, before I could start forming any kind of sentence, she went on. Specifically, you have not bragged to the rest of your male cohorts that you have been shagging her and her friend, as she puts it. Carefully, I answered, slightly shocked that the language did not fit the appearance. It has been my only hobby since Your niece has been a good friend for as long as we have been I have no intention of jeopardizing that relationship by blabbing about it to outsiders. Yes, sub is what Melody called it.

I have always known that. On the infrequent occasions that my husband bothers to have sex with me, I always pretend that I am tied down and unwilling. I alway have fantasized my being in bondage, or being tortured, one way or another, during sex, including when I do it alone. If I mentioned my fantasy to him, I began to come to life. Carefully, feeling my way, I said, "Are you asking for me to She leaned forward again, and in a low voice. I want you to place me in a total bondage situation for several days.

Totally helplessness on my part. No matter what I say or do, you will not release me or cease your torments. And it has to be real. Such that I can't refuse or escape. I was hoping that I didn't have to stand up any time soon, or just how interested that I currently was would stand out at full attention.

After some thought, I said, "When would you want to do this? You will need to find a spot, very private, and a considerable distance away. I can take no chances of this EVER becoming known. Nobody will know of it but you and me. Even Melody can't know - I just led her to believe that what she told me of what you and she do, is merely interesting, but of no consequence.

I have no problem waiting, if that will increase the security of this Just thinking that it will happen eventually is quite satisfactory for now. I am a do-it-yourselfer, with amateur skills in most building trades - I built all of the bondage equipment in my dungeon. What I don't know about, I can learn. The next day, I headed for my hotel on the mountaintop. Once there, I closely examined the place, trying to find the room or room that could be rehabilitated with the least effort. Fortunately, my property was miles from any incorporated city, and there were no statewide building codes, so I could do anything I wanted to the place without worrying about inspectors showing up to complain about my lack of licenses or permits.

I stopped by the sheriff's office to introduce myself so that I wouldn't be getting surprise visits from a deputy thinking I was a squatter or whatever.

To their questions, I answered that I had no plans to open the hotel, but just to make part of it livable so that I could move in. I explained that I was a freelance programmer who liked living in a rural setting where I could concentrate on my coding in peace. The power and water were no problem, just a matter of finding the offices and paying the deposits. Fortunately, the hotel was so remote that vandalism hadn't totally trashed the place.

There were a few broken windows, and a couple of doors were missing. The hotel long predated in room air conditioning, so if it had ever had any, either those units had been removed or stolen.

But, being high in the Ozark mountains, air conditioning wasn't a totally necessity like it was down in the flatlands. I selected a couple of rooms and began to clean them out. Some time in the past, the original roof had been replaced with more modern metal sheeting, so weather leaks were fairly few.

I scrubbed the rooms, and adjoining bathrooms, gave then a new tile floors, new paint and curtains on the walls, and ripped down the ancient ceiling tiles and glued new ones on.

The bathrooms got the same, along with some new fixtures and plumbing. After several of weeks of intensive effort, I had two new, nice smelling, mountaintop apartments. The last thing to do was mount some convenient attachment rings in various locations in the floors, walls and ceilings.

I was going to renovate the office area, into, well, my office and quarters. So far, all I had done was clean it up and move in a bed and some kitchen appliances - 'fridge and microwave. I began to transfer some dungeon furniture and living items from my house, along with a full supply of toys. Then I repaired the gate, fixed a few sections of fence, and decided that I was ready.

Stefanie looked around the hotel and into the special rooms. She noticed the automatic gate other security features.

She fingered the chains, ropes, whips and all the paraphernalia hanging on the wall. I assumed that she knew all about such items, but it was possible that this was the first time she had actually seen and felt any.

She she seemed fascinated by the chains, especially. Pulling and tugging on them, one by one. I needed to find out the specifics of what she was wanting. I want it real. When we start, I expect total domination just as if I were owned by some Arab in the desert. That presumes that I have no brands, or deep lashes, or tattoos and so forth. You will give no consideration to my protests, demands or threats for the entire week. We headed for town, and an excellent dinner that cost about what I paid to eat on for a week.

I realized that I when we got back, I had to forget her status in the community and start acting like she was some slut from the wagon yard - immediately. I wondered how her imagination would coincide with the actuality of being a slave. As we drove back into the mountains, she gradually ceased to talk, obviously dwelling on what was about to happen. Well, she wanted it real. She was going to get real in spades. Back in her room, I gave her a simple pullover cotton dress and told her to put it on by the time I got back.

She was already getting into the mood, and said nothing but "Ok" as I left. I gave her a few minutes, then entered the room again with a sack. She folded them carefully, and placed them in the sack.

I noticed that there was no underwear in the stack, so either she didn't wear any on the drive up here - unlikely - or she had an attack of modesty and left them on. No matter, that problem would be easily solved.

I connected the floor chains, still unattached to anything at the other end, to her ankles, then her wrists to the chains hanging from the ceiling. I stood up and looked at her. Her full tits were heaving as her respiration speeded up with the realization that this dream was about to become true.

Then the week began. I pulled on each floor chain and attached them to rings with her legs spread as widely as possible. Then I pulled on the wrist chains until her body was stretched into a big female X. I walked around her, examining the merchandise - a beautiful slave girl and I was anxious to see what she really looked like. But I was going to do this on a very carefully choreographed schedule. Not just a week long fuck fest.

At the end, she would either hate her dream, or become addicted to submission. As I stood looking at her, I was waiting. And the wait wasn't long. She looked up at the chains coming from the ceiling and said, "My, this is really tight on I put my hand across one side of her face, nowhere near hard enough to do any damage, but definitely hard enough to sting badly. She recoiled back in shock - this may have been the first time in her life that any man had ever hit her.

The second rule, is that you don't speak unless asked a question! I don't think she knew what it was, since she didn't resist and just let me push it between her lips. I fastened it behind her head. I then pulled on the wrist chains to stretch her to where her heels were just leaving the floor. Then I left her, and went back to the office. I sat down, since my heart was beating just about as rapidly as hers, and began to plan out the week.

Before tonight, I had no idea just what kind of bondage she wanted. Now, she told me and I was going to give her exactly that. An hour later, I stepped back into the room. The only thing that had changed was that she had drooled down the front of the cotton dress. I pretended to look through the sack that contained her clothes, then picked up a riding crop and walked over to her. I casually reached up and grabbed hold of her left breast, and she tried to retreat backward.

She managed a couple of inches. The first time that happened by another man, I would bet. She was going to have a lot of firsts this week. I could tell that she still had her bra on under the dress. I walked behind her and whacked her bottom with the crop - a very gentle hit, compared to what she would feel later. Nonetheless, she lunged forward as far as her bonds would allow, which was only a few inches. I popped her again, this time harder. I walked over to a cabinet on the wall, and pulled out a pair of scissors.

Standing in front of her, I said, "You are going to learn real fast, that when I say something, I mean it. Your old life is over. You've just begun your new career. Do you want to know what it will be?

With the scissors, I cut the strap between the cups, getting just a glimpse of some beautiful white titties as they fell out and the dress fell back down. Then, reaching up and through the wide neck of the cotton pullover, I cut both shoulder straps. The white bra fell to the floor.

I had also noticed that, of course, she still had her panties on. I moved behind her, lifted up the dress and cut them off also. The whole time, I continued speaking. I don't play games, I do bondage for real. You left town telling everyone that you were meeting some old school girlfriends in New York City.

You drove here as secretly as possible. Nobody knows where you are. Are you getting the picture? I am going to keep you as my slave, till I get tired of you - probably years from now. Then I will probably drive you down to the border and sell you to a bordello.

They are always looking for white gringo ladies to service the locals. I've fixed it up as a perfect dungeon for you and my other slaves. You will be permanently chained by the neck to a rock. You will sleep on some straw. You will piss and shit in a bucket. And you will eat whatever scraps that I may throw to you. And, during the whole time all of your holes will be used by me for whatever purpose I choose. Of course, the dungeon cave I was speaking of was in the future, and there weren't any other girls.

But I tried to make it believable. I continued, "In a week or so, I assume that the police in New York will start frantically looking for this female swell who came to their city and disappeared. I assume your husband won't feel too bad eventually, with all the young bitches around who would just love to service a rich plant owner. I swatted her lightly on the back, and butt, and continued. Forget your fancy ivy league education. You are no longer an I, or a me.

I pulled my arm back and let her have a good one on her butt - much harder than before but still not a real lash. She screamed, or tried to. Nevertheless, I couldn't resist lifting the back of her thin cotton dress and looking at her beautiful ass - now with a couple of horizontal red marks.

God it was nice. It took all my will power not to just step up and plug into her. Either hole would do fine right now, but I took a deep breath and settled down. Time to move on. Be sure that you remember what I have said. At least not without another couple of reminders. Off came the gag. I held the riding crop ready. Sure enough, after working her sore jaws back and forth, she started, "I need to go to the She managed to choke out, "This Stephanie requests permission to speak to the Master.

Stephanie needs to go to the bathroom," she finally stammered. Apparently she was having trouble with her own name. One again I laid a medium stroke inside the other thigh.

I noticed that her face was an interesting shade of scarlet. This was certainly nothing that she EVER talked about with a man. You fancy-smancy swells sure have trouble saying what you need. Am I being told that the cunt needs to shit? There's nobody within miles of here. Now try again and get it right or I'll stick a plug up your ass and let you store it. You will have a much less painful life from now on, if you just remember the rules. She should be able to hit that, and with the short cotton dress spread widely by her legs, that shouldn't get in the way either.

She had probably never taken a dump while squatting outside in her life, let alone standing up, into a bucket with a man in the room. She shook her head. I walked around behind her and gave her two good lashes with the crop. After a couple of screams, she just hung her head and moaned. And 'No' is one world that does not come out of any cunt's mouth. I decided to give her a break, and left the room for my own quarters.

I needed some self relief quickly - the last hour had been ungodly stimulating. When I came back into her room an hour later, I looked in the bucket and saw that she had either managed to go, or her body had finally made her take a dump. She wouldn't look at me, being not only embarrassed at what I was looking at, but also at the fact that this was probably the first time in her life that she couldn't wipe afterward.

I reached up and took a titty in my hand, through the dress, massaged it, and said, "Now that is a good little cunt. Did you wipe your ass, afterward? Still not looking at me, she said in a low voice, "No Master, Stephanie couldn't. We had a busy day tomorrow. I unhooked the ceiling chain from her wrists but then locked them together behind her, then unfastened the chains from her ankle bracelets, which I left on. I led her over to the bed, then snapped on and locked a metal collar.

From this I connected a chain to a ring in the wall at the head of the bed, just long enough to allow her to slide off and squat. I set the now empty waste bucket where she could reach it. Of course, since her hands were still manacled behind her, she would have to be careful not to knock over the bucket during the night. I pulled her to a sitting position, held a large glass of water for her to drink, then let her lie back on her side.

Pulling a sheet over her, I said, "Goodnight Stephanie. Tomorrow we will begin your training. The next morning, I was up early and ready to play with my new toy. First I fixed myself some breakfast, sausage and waffles, then put took what was left over into a bowl and headed for the playroom.

My cunt was awake, laying there as I left her, except not under the sheet. Laying there in a wrinkled cheap cotton pullover dress, her hair splayed out in all directions, she probably wouldn't have been recognized by her friends if they walked in the room. I noticed that she had managed to use the bucket during the night, as it had a half inch of liquid in it. She struggled to sit up, and with her head slightly down, said quietly, "Yes.

I took a piece of cloth and tied her hair into a pony tail, then set the bowl of food on the floor, along with another bowl filled with water, and a toothbrush.

Then I removed the lock between her wrist bracelets, freeing her hands. I left the chain connecting her collar to the wall. Then I left her and went back to my quarters.

As I cleaned up the kitchen, I began to think what I had told my new acquisition last night. What I had said about her situation was correct. Nobody knew where she was, and certainly had no hint about what was happening to her. If I wanted, I really could keep her as a permanent girl-toy from now on. I got a massive hardon just thinking about that.

Back in the room, she had eaten everything and was sitting on the bed. Of course, that was a no-no. I picked up the crop and laid it across her back. She screamed and dropped to the floor on all fours. Hands behind your back and crossed! Look at the floor in front of you! I laid the whip gently on her shoulder and said, "That is the proper position for a slave girl to greet her Master.

You will assume that position at all times when I am in the room. When one shoulder fell open, she glanced at me, which got here another light whack on one calf. Your eyes are always looking downward.

In a few seconds, her dress dropped to the floor, and she automatically tried to hide behind her hands. She dropped back to the floor. This time her head was down voluntarily, as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

When I touch something, you tell me what it is called. I suspected that she could barely talk about female anatomy to her Doctor, let alone to any man. I put the tip of the crop against her mouth. Or are you trying to hide from me the fact that it is a cunt's mouth? You are Stephanie, or a cunt, or a girl - not I or me or anything of value.

It is really my After a pause, she continued as a word finally came to mind. I weighed and kneaded for a few seconds, then pulled on the nipples. A cunt like you has tits, titties, boobs, ta-ta's, hooters, jugs, bazookas, headlights, knockers, hand candies - not breasts. I wiggled it from side to side to allow it spread the pussy lips and enter upwards as far as it would go.

Once again, her expression showed that the reality of bondage was far beyond her previous dreams of what the experience would be like. I looked at her, waiting. She finally remembered her orders. I had expected her to use some medical term like vagina or uterus. It is also your twat, snatch, crack, box and lots of other names. When I lightly touched it with the end of the crop, she almost jumped up.

She hesitated long enough that I began to think she wasn't going to answer. Then very slowly, she said, "That is my This section of her anatomy would be something that was never mentioned to anyone, let alone a man. I assumed that even if she ever had to speak to her doctor about a problem in that area, she would resort to euphemisms.

I had her stand up, unlocked the collar chain from the wall, then led her out the door and into the next room - the one that was set up as a bondage chamber. First, I spread her legs with two chains to her ankle bracelets. Then on went a long single glove with her arms behind her back. I laced it up snug, but not so tight as to cause her elbows to touch. I needed to break her in carefully to tight bondage - any physical damage would ruin the whole week for both of us.

I taped two large cotton bandages over both ears. Her hair was still in a ponytail, so I fed her trusses though the back hole of a plastic whole head mask. This was then rolled down her head like a large condom. Before it covered her mouth, I inserted a perforated plastic ball gag then continued unrolling the mask down to her neck. It fit very snugly. She could breath through the nose holes and through the ball gag, but was blind and deaf.

I connected a chain from the ceiling, loosely, to the back of her collar so that she could not fall down and hurt herself.

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