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| Slavery Contract ? does the the law concede that kind of contracts ? Here's the Contract that got singed by a person i know online and now he's wondering if His *owner* can use it againts him Contract of Slavery I ........ Known hereafter always as Slave....... Do hereby formally renounce my right of liberty and give myself freely and without reservation into the ownership of my Mistress Mistress........ I fully understand and accept the following conditions of my future existence as the slave of my Mistress I am the property of my Mistress, body and mind I will obey my Mistress at all times without question or hesitation I accept that my feelings, opinions and wishes are meaningless and irrelevant I will speak only when spoken to I will kiss my Mistress’ shoes, boots or feet as a greeting to her when and wherever I first meet her I will always be naked in the presence of my Mistress or I will always dress up for an audiences with my Mistress in approved clothes: French maid uniform, high heels, stockings & suspenders, panties, wigs, full make-up etc. I will fully learn my duties as a slave to my Mistress I am to accept fitting punishments for any behaviour unfitting of a lowly slave I accept that my body is useful only for the pleasure of my Mistress and that she may use my cock, mouth and anus for her sexual pleasure I will accept any torture, punishment or humiliation my Mistress chooses for me I will be completely honest about my fantasies and desires I will confess any disobedience or failings and ask to be punished for them Signed Mistress......... Witnessed Mistress........ Signed Slave......... |
| It is not enforceable by law, since a paerson cannot dsign themselves into slavery legally. However, it is the kind of contract that one signs on "one's honor". Signing it and then breaking it is the equivalent of lying. |
| Feedback. I'm writing a book, and i need some help..? Well I need some help. I'm writing a book and this is just an excerpt out of the first couple pages. Would you keep reading it? Any ideas to make it better? School on Halloween isn’t as bad as you think. I convinced Irina to let me use a tutu, and Cole to snag me some glitter and wings. All together, our fairy trio was adorable. Irina is my best friend, that’s a girl. Cole is my best friend, that’s a guy. Irina is troubled with being an only guy, and her father’s mistress. Her dyed, thin, short, black hair has nothing to do with being Goth or rogue, she just likes how it makes her pale, disguising her to be delicate. Its pixie cut. This is her ultimate goal. Her silver eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara make her blue eyes seem deeper than the ocean. Her round face and petite body give way to her delicate goal. Now Cole is a whole other story. He’s your prep, totally not gay, go- to guy. Usually only I can go- to him. He’s sweet but still chases tail. His hair is golden, long and shaggy. More like he just woke up but still showers kind of look. His features are blunt, but soften in just the right places. Like his eyes and his mouth. He actually reminds me of an Abercrombie and Fitch model, even though it’s a horrible example. Tan, cute, and buff. They’re pretty much my circle of friends but I accept them. Loners, thespians, Goths, crustys, preps, jocks, fags, potheads, wannabes. I belong to none of those groups. Not one. Weird but oddly calming. “Rina, that tutu just screams fallen angel. Blue glitter, silver tutu, and purple wings. It’s like you peek into my head and figure out what I think will be perfect on you. Jesus girl, you make me want to hurl myself to your feet,” Cole said quickly. His country twang is adorable. Wow. Utterly wow. Cole makes me wonder whether I should believe that bullshit of him not interested in cock. “Reenie! Cute as cherries. Really.” Well I can’t make her depressed. I surprise myself with what comes out of my mouth sometimes. “Aw. People care about me. Where’s my barf bag?” “Dry sense of humor Rina. Really dry. Anyways, I talked to Mr. Hissred and I got him to spill on the fact that his affair with Mrs. Unimer, the secretary in the main office, resulted in triplets. All boys. All ugly as a mofo. Really, teachers just can’t keep it in their pants these days…” As he droned on I kept on walking toward my locker unable to shake the fact that my stomach senses something that my mind isn’t catching up to. There is something different near me and I just can’t think of what it is. Paint job? No. Poster? No. Person? Yes? Definitely yes. There’s someone new. Near me. Who. Could. It. Be. Right then I saw him. Staring at me. Very tall, very graceful. His eyes a vibrant violet; his hair a mixture of auburn and chestnut, cropped just right so the sides are short and the top is long but not resembling a Mohawk. The front long, hanging down his face but not covering those unmistakably astonishing eyes. He’s built yet not broad enough to strike himself as fierce. His board shorts hung loosely around his hips. His tank draped across his top half perfectly, looking as if someone molded it on his body. Muscle tank on a surfer, hmm new but spicy. Then I look down at myself. Brown hair, full color, short and thick, sitting on top of my shoulders with only one or two layers in it. I have curves, but not crazy ones that'd make a person stare. Moles all over my body: neck, face, legs, hands, everywhere. Jade green eyes. Eyeliner, mascara, and peach bronze eye shadow only. My old holey jeans showing not pale but not tan legs. Plain white tee, white hoodie in hand. Multi- colored painted toenails (I couldn’t decide on a color) and flip-flops painted my feet with the only real color. Wow, I’m like the complete opposite of him. Compared to him, I’m like his servant. With him looking like a god and all. I felt pathetic. Then I could feel him watching me. His eyes gawking at me as if I just flashed him. Staring at each other madly, he took a step closer, then another. Closing in the space between us. I felt distant from my body. Like my mind was trying to reach for his and my body was nonchalantly trying to respond in the same way. Then I tore my eyes away from his and stopped. Scrutinizing myself for breaking free from those violet eyes. I felt nuts three seconds later, feeling as if I just discovered a new galaxy. I forgot about it, shook off his stare, and trotted down the hall. To keep myself from looking back I just kept mumbling “That did not happen. I just saw some flicker. There’s no one behind that’s new. It’s all in my head. It's all in my damn head.” Rushing past my English teacher Ms. Yundar, I did everything except run to my seat. My seat is perfect, last row and last seat in the back, by the window, no one by me, breeze fluttering in the window. Just there was one thin |
| OMYGOD, YOU ARE AMAZING. KEEP WRITING. I WANT TO READ MORE :D |
| Is it not a coincidence that GOD is DOG spelled backwards? It is really a miracle! Unless they're severely beaten, starved, or fall victim to rabies, dogs demonstrate the closest thing to ''god-love" that humans can experience. No matter how much a dog is ignored or neglected…or sharply spoken to…no matter how often you forget to feed or water him or her when there are other things on your mind, your dog is still there, gazing at you adoringly, eyes brimming over with pure love. No matter how badly a dog is treated, he or she is still ready to protect you, defend you, and love you. The wells of understanding and compassion are fathoms deep. A dog forgives and forgives and forgives…endlessly. Nothing you do, short of violent and repeated beatings, will kill a dog's undying love for and loyalty to both master or mistress. A dog is not only your best friend, but also the best example you'll ever have of what love is all about. It's taught (falsely and incorrectly) by some transmigration doctrines that the next step up in reincarnation from dog form is human form…Wrong as such doctrine is, I wonder why those who believe in it consider from dog to human one level up. Dogs are more patient, faithful, loyal and loving, forgiving and compassionate than most humans…..except for those poor, tortured dogs bred and trained by people to attack and kill, such as pit bulls and Dobermans (include cock fights, bullfights, and most scientific testing laboratories). I use the term "people" rather than humans here because I don't consider such people to be human. They're several levels below human and many levels below animals. |
| Actually it is a coincidence. |
| Criticism Please.Note this is only one chapter of my story that I'm writing.plz tell me what you really think!? PLEASE SAY ANYTHING YOU WANT ABOUT IT, ALL I NEED IS YOUR OPINION SO THAT I CAN CONTINUE WRITING IF YOU THINK THAT IT IS GOOD. THANK YOU IN ADVANCE This story is about a girl, Kayden, and her long distance relationship with her boyfriend, of only a few months. Kayden a attends a all girls boarding school, Lauri Weather Girl's School, in Australia and her boyfriend, Rye, lives in America. No-one understands how they make it work but they do. this chapter isn't really about the relationship, its more about getting to learn a little bit about Kayden Chapter One. I was running down the long hall to her room, tears of joy streaming down my face. When I made it to her - Amber, my best friend- door, I was shaking very badly, I stopped and wiped the tears off my face, there really was no point in that because she would notice that my eyes were red raw. I knocked on her door very quietly but still loud enough for her to hear, when she opened the door she noticed my eyes straight away. "What's wrong?", She asked. "Nothing", I replied. "Then why were you crying?", She was looking me straight in the eyes and that was when she noticed the redness of them. "Because I' m so happy Amber, oh so happy. I could dance and you know how much i don't like dancing", That wasnt the answer she had expected. "Why are you so happy? and what has made you so happy that your crying? ", Amber asked, not that she didnt like to see me happy. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face and I looked at her with the biggest smile on my face, i felt like my cheeks were bleeding. By this time we were in her room, sitting in her little cushioned area on the floor. "Amber, I am so happy because...", I was cut off by the knock at the door. Amber got up and answered the door, while i hid amoungest the cushions. It was Head Mistress Kockier, or as the students liked to call her Head Mistress Kocky. "Lights Out, Miss Motley", Head Mistress Kockier said. "Sorry Head Mistress" Amber said with a shaky voice. "But before the lights go out. Have you seen Miss Lee?" "No Miss I havent seen her" Amber told her. I knew lying to the Head Of School was something Amber always did, but tonight Amber looked like she was about to say 'Yes I have seen her, she is in here with me.' And i have know idea why she looked that way. "Thank You Miss Motley. Would you have any ideas on where she would be, she is not in her room?" Kockier said. "No Miss sorry." Head Mistress walked away and Amber closed the door. That was my que to leave and g back to my own room, I quickly told her why i was so happy. "I am so happy because, He is coming here, here to Australia!" Amber looked at my with a look on her face that made me think she had no idea what I was talking about, she ****** her head to the right and raised her eyebrow. I couldnt explain to her what i meant, Kockier would figure that I was in her room soon enough, I had to leave. I gave her the 'I'll tell you in the morning look' just before I closed the door and ran back to my room. I couldnt sleep so i got on my computer, he wasn't online but i left him a offline message on yahoo. It said. "heyy babe :) OMG OMG OMG OMG i cant believe your coming here, here to Australia. I cant wait to see you in the flesh and not just a picture :). Well i betta go to sleep Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo… ILYSFM (i love you so freaking much) TTYL." After that i got into my pajama's and hoped into bed. I was so excited that i felt like i would never get to sleep but I did. In the morning I went and had a shower, got dressed and when I was just about to get on the computer, I heard a knock at the door, it was Amber. I let her in and she sat on the bed while I turned the computer on. I went and sat with her while the computer started. "Kayden I think I guessed what you meant by 'He is coming here, Here to Australia', do you mean that your dad is coming back and that you dont have to attend this **** hole of a school?". Amber asked. "No, that's not what i meant by that. Your far off on why Im so happy." I said. "Then what?", she was more confused now. "'He' as in Rye is coming here. He is coming to visit me. " "OMG. Really ?" "Yes really, he even told me." By this time we were sitting at the computer desk, signing into yahoo. We were in luck, he had signed in when we, well me, had signed in. We started talking straight away, we always did. "Heyy babe" he said "Heyy" I replied "What ya doin?" "Nothing really, just talking to you because i just got up. LOL" "LOL. Lazy are we? It's like 2pm in America, you like sleep dont you?" "Nah im not lazy. and yeah i do like sleep but nothing is better than |
| I appreciate the fact that you have set this out into paragraphs. This makes it much easier to read and edit - and is far more than what many aspiring writers do on this site. Still, there are a few problems. The story sounds like a bit of a cliched, high school drama. I do not really understand how Kayden and Rye could possibly make their relationship work if they live on entirely different continents. (Also, did you research the time differences properly? Sydney is 13 hours ahead of New York and 16 hours ahead of LA, for example.) I think you need to introduce your characters differently to make the romance more believable. You need to show how they met and how they have made their romance work. And I do not mean merely by telling the reader. Show us. Prove it beyond any doubt. I agree with the person who said not to introduce Amber by stating "-Amber my best friend -" You also need to work on your punctuation in places. Best of luck with your writing. I hope my comments are useful. |
| Why delete jokes received when it can be shared? : FW: Just for laughs > > > > 1. There are 3 Male and 1 Female pencils in a box. The Female pencil got > pregnant !! Which Male pencil is responsible? THE ONE WITHOUT THE > RUBBER. > > 2. Woman in bed with husband's best friend, phone rings! "YES".. OK, > BYE". She turns to her lover and says, THAT'S MY HUBBY, SAYS HE'S NOW > GOLFING WITH YOU. > > 3. Three Roosters: normal, retarded and a gay. > Normal : cock-a-doodle-dooo !!! > Retarded : doodle-cock-a-dooo !!! > Gay : any-cock-will dooo !!! > > 4. Three Guys were introduced to a girl. Hi,.... I'm Peter, not a SAINT. > I'm Paul not a POPE. I'm John not a BAPTIST...The girl replied.. Hi.. > I'm Mary, not a VIRGIN. > > 5. Girlfriends are appetizers. Taste good at any time. Mistresses are > Tomyams. Hot and spicy. Eaten frequently. WIVES are Maggie. Eaten when > there's nothing to eat.!!! > > 6. Income Tax office asked a Prostitute why she puts her occupation as > CHICKEN FARMER. She replied: I RAISED 5,000 COCKS LAST YEAR.!! > > 7. Yesterday's News :- A nun jogging at Jogger' Park was raped by 4 > guys. Today's News :- Nearly 100 nuns found jogging at the park. > |
| lol! great! |
| Could someone explain Sylvia Plath's Alicante Lullaby? In Alicante they bowl the barrels Bumblingly over the nubs of the cobbles Past the yellow-paella eateries, Below the ramshackle back-alley balconies, While the cocks and hens In the roofgardens Scuttle repose with crowns and cackles. Kumquat-colored trolleys ding as they trundle Passengers under an indigo fizzle Needling spumily down from the wires: Alongside the sibliant narhor the lovers Hear loudspeakers boom From each neon-lit palm Rumbas and sambas no ear-flaps can muffle. O Cacophony, goddess of jazz and of quarrels, Crack-throated mistress of bagpipes and cymbals, Let be your con brios, your capricciosos, Crescendos, cadenzas, prestos and pretissimos, My head on the pillow (Piano, pianissimo) Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols. I understand that she is trying to represent the sounds of the town, but I dont understand what she was trying to say about the town, what is her attitude/tone etc. ? |
| Dissmisive. |
| If u like shemales and mistresses are u gay? im kinda of confusedim 18 yrs old and im still avirgin sice im not circum sized and my head dosnt come completely out yet. once i bought my first computer i stumble on femdom sites i already have a major foot fetiesh i mean its so great that i think if a girl with sexy heels and feet put them in my face i would *** right there. now i started like straponing but that led to another web site i found shemales. now tell me the truth i want it based on facts not some biosed opineon and perfer if i girl would anser this any way if i fantasize and want to act on sucking and geting **** by a strapon and sucking a big black shemale cock and geting **** by her is it gay now heres more info im not atracted to guy in any way and if the shemale looks like a guy i run for my life another question dose shemales have feet like women u know the same smell and the look in heels and most of all do they clean there feet like women. im already looking in the laplace area in louisiana to act on my fantasy |
| dont worry about it, your bi by the sounds of it which is cool. thats a heck of a fetish too!but hey, go for it! i'm pretty sure guys and girls can both have smelly feet though sweetie,I guess if the hormone levels are right in the she males(I really dont like that word) then they should be producing a female scent(I think). as long as there clean you'll be ok ;) |