Authoritarian

Year -12 to Year 4 My Name is Nessa. Today I finished writing early. I want to write more so I'll tell -you who come after- about me. I don't remember where I was born or what my familiy was called and I'm the only Nessa around so never needed a nick. My familiy were serfs. Elder Brother was older than me. I think he was married. Sister was older than me but a lot younger than Elder Brother. Brother was younger than me and Mother was pregnant. When I was five Father took Sister and me to the fields outside...

This was the hottest chat i've ever had on omegle.. Stranger: f 16 You: m 19 You: wat brings u here? Stranger: wanta roleplay Stranger: bord You: sure babe You: got anything in mind? Stranger: can i b a bad girl and u punish me You: i like that ;) You: wat do i call you? Stranger: slut, whore, cunt, bitch anything You: u start Stranger: wht do i call u You: master Stranger: ok u walkin and find me fucking ur best friend You: ok You: wat the fuck!! You: wat the hell is this!!! You: wat the fuck u...

Ch. 5 Delivered Jack moved along the treeline, stepping quietly over rocks and unearthed roots. He just spent hours trekking through the woods, mapping out the extensive Compound. It had such a large amount of dense forestry within its borders, it was almost a liability. Jack could remain hidden fairly easily while still getting close enough to hear certain conversations. He had slept outside of CG Barberi's cabin last night, waiting patiently for Morgan to appear. Instead of her, he saw that nut job leaving in an explosive rage. Jack could hear him yelling the moment he walked out the front...

Hi there! This is my first story, I hope you like it and I sincerely appreciate any feedback, comments, questions, opinions, requests, etc… my only humble request is that you do so respectfully. I can continue this story if people like it. Thanks for reading, Enjoy! _______________________________________________________________________________________ Her apartment smelled of fabric softener, Om Nagchampa incense, and sweet cannabis. The balcony doors were all open and the heat of his anxiousness steadily seeped out into the tropical January night chill. She was wearing less than usual, this was the first time he had ever seen her shapely long legs. His...

2. St. Louis and Beyond We traveled slowly, stopping every third or forth day in small towns for rest and supplies. I bought a old, but serviceable buckboard wagon and harness for the two pack horses at the first opportunity which saved a great deal of time unloading and loading the horses. We coupled almost every night as Ellen's skills under the blankets improved. I bought her shoes and better fitting clothes and lectured her constantly concerning proper behavior for young women as she still, occasionally, would whine like a child when frustrated. We pulled into a small town, perhaps a...

Scott Clair hated his whiteness. He wasn’t able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superior. Whiteness was his disease, magnified by a Napoleonic complex of huge proportions given his height of 5’1”. He suffered from narcissism extraordinaire. In his delusional mind, the universe owed him an apology for his height and he compensated for...

Chapter 4 ; Colin’s Private Party. I made a million excuses to my boyfriend the last three days, and after my scare of him being in the hospital I tried to call to explain. He didn’t answer. Fuck. I left a bullshit message and scurried up the ominous entrance of the Trump International. I made sure not to be late not wanting another harsh butt fucking from my boss. My ass was still sore. Every time I thought about it my face flushed, and I felt hot all over. Ridiculous hotel. Rooms were like ritzy apartments starting at $500 a night...

She reaches heaven-ward, wrists embraced in the grip of tight restraints while she stands, feet wide apart, anchored to the floor by similar restraints. Around her neck lies the taut band of a ball gag which stops her voice & another band which holds a blindfold over her beautiful soft eyes. She is tethered to 4 rings, two screwed into the floor, sunken into the heavy planks, while the other pair are screwed solidly into the heavy roof beams of the ceiling. Flickering candlelight surrounds her & the soft summer night air wafts over her nakedness. She shivers in anticipation...

Monday Evening - Part 1 Jack Winters sat in his car outside of his sister's house. She wasn't home from work yet, but he knew Emily and the other two girls were already there. He pulled the medallion from beneath his shirt and gave it a good hard look, thinking about what David had told him earlier. I don't know if you're really changing me, but if you are, I need you to not mess with my head tonight, he said to the jade stone. With a sigh, he opened the door and headed toward the house. Emily answered the door...

Harvey was filming his wife , who had just had her face plastered with jism from her Master Max's 11 inch cock . To clean it off Max was now pissing all over Ginger's face. The 58 year old redhead found this relaxing and not out of the norm . Max was a 20 year old man who was her constant Maledom , they had met 1 year earlier at a swinger's club & now Max lived in the Master Suite in their home . Ginger would make money for her master by going on the webcam , he had setup...