Posts Tagged ‘Forced’
Happy Holiday’s!
A WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR The year end holiday season is a wonderful time. Families get together for celebration. It is a time of reflection on the year past and time forward. It is also a time of giving. During this time many volunteers donate countless hours to help those less fortunate. Following is a story of one selfless volunteer THE SPIRIT OF GIVING Hey, Dawn, you’re late. “Yea, Kimmy, late band practice for the girls. Sorry.” “No problem but we are expecting a big crowd. “I am sure with the bad economy we will have a record crowd.” Dawn and Kim were part of a crew of 12 volunteers and 2 regular employees preparing for a special Christmas Eve dinner at the Main Street Rescue Mission soup kitchen. The Christmas Eve dinner was very popular and a large turnout was expected. The crew took a break about a half hour before they started serving meals. Everyone was tired already but they were looking forward to serving the needy who were going to enjoy a great home cooked type meal. Dawn and Kim sat together as usual. “Hey Kimmy, I got some new pictures of the girls.” “Wow, are they cute, you and Matt must really be proud.” “Yeah they are great.” “I hate to be away from them today but this is so important.” “Dawn, I love the work we do, it is great to help people.” Dawn is one the best volunteers at the museum. Despite hold down a teaching job and raising two girls she finds time to volunteer for various charitable groups. They [...]
The Double Scissor Snip – Nice And Clean!
"If you loved me, you would do it." As I herd her words, I nodded in agreement. My lesbian lover had talked over and over about modifying me, starting with my hair. "I want you to be bald." She had said on so many occasions, "I love the thought of you walking down the street with me, with no hair on your head, people staring at you because you look so different, wondering why a woman would have no hair." "Please." She said again. I lifted the scissors and cut through my pony tail and handed it to her. Tears were in her eyes. "Thank you so much! Please let me go all the way." Now I had given in to losing the length of my hair I was not that bothered about the rest. "You can do it." She kissed me and jumped up, went and fetched a razor and plugged it in the wall. "Get on your knees!" She said excitedly. I knelt down, my eyes stinging with tears that she was too excited to notice, but as I bowed my head and watched the floor knowing I would see my hair falling away, I felt a swelling in my clitoris. I reached down to rub it. "No!" She said sharply, "You know you’re not supposed to play with it - remember what the doctor said!" (more...)
From a Man to a Bitch
My wife Mary and I had married young. She was 19 and I was 20. We had our two kids in the first two years of marriage. I being a fairly small guy had what they call a small man complex. I was determined to be the king of my castle. As a result I was a tyrant to Mary and my son and daughter. When both kids were in school, Mary went to school and got her cosmetology license. As young kids they feared me and as teenagers they resented me. I forced them to leave and be on their own as soon as each reached the age of 18. They kept in touch with Mary but never wrote or called me. Not even on my birthday or at Christmas. While Mary was stuck raising our kids, I hung out in bars after work and cheated on her with any bimbo who would have me. I did work hard as a carpenter and did as much overtime work as I could get. I paid off my house in only 15 years and when I needed a new pickup I could pay cash for it. My wife and kids were well fed and clothed and I felt they should be grateful for that. They owed me for everything they got. Then one day disaster struck. I was standing on a two by four while trying to nail a roof truss in place on a two story house we were building when I slipped and fell. I fell 10 feet landing on a two by four on what would be the ceiling of the first floor. I painfully had landed with one leg on either side of the board and blacked out from the pain. Unconscious I then slid off and fell another 1 feet to the floor [...]
The Check Up
Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine! Putting her handbag into the boot Suzzanne pressed the key fob twice and the indicators flashed twice and there was an audible clunk as the car locked, she turned and walked across the car park to wards the brightly lit back door to the dental surgery. As she walked she looked up, the sky was clear and darkening, a few stars were appearing and there was a definite chill in the air. Cars passed the entrance to the car park but hers was the only car visible and there was no one about. Opening the heavy door she was met by a wall of warm air and she squinted as the bright light hit her eyes. Suzzanne crossed the waiting room to the reception desk, behind the desk sat a young woman, filing her well manicured nails, and she looked up at Suzzanne and continued to chew her gum. “Hi, Miss Midsummer, I’m here for my quarter to five appointment”. The woman looked down and tapped on her keyboard, after a few seconds, she answered, “yes I’ve got you here, last appointment today, take a seat please”. Suzzanne turned, the waiting room was empty, and she walked towards the seat [...]
Griselda
Discovery There can be few places as deceptive as Nether Slype. The churches are well attended and the all children say their prayers. Such presumably innocent pleasures as the fete, the sack race, and the village pantomime are milestones in its calendar. There are also summer and winter sports gatherings, though all these events, I later learned, are curiously unique to the village. There are two pubs, a school, two shops — one with a post office — a tea rooms where the old ladies gossip, and a Saturday market where you can buy anything from a home-made cake to an antique grandfather clock. The village garage takes forever to fix your car, the mobile bank comes once a week, and the small library boasts the 1974 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. The few Saturday-night drunks are harmless; there is no vandalism and no rowdiness, which is as well, because Jack, the village bobby, couldn't handle more than the mildest altercation. Nether Slype nestles among wooded hills, and the woods encroach into it. It is a place of nooks and crannies, green shades, cool shadows, high hedges, privacy, and footways. There are bridleways where big-bottomed, bouncing-bosomed girls ride their ponies and other things besides — very vigorously. The long, curling, hedge-rowed lanes are overarched with heavy branches of wimpling leaves. The river murmurs under the mediaeval bridge, flowing fresh and clean, down from the higher hills on the Welsh borderland. [...]
Brothers and Sisters: A Revised Episode
Page 1. More than half an hour had passed since the last of her daughter's whimpering had subsided which was an hour after her screams were at their fiercest. I finally permitted her mother, Nora, to stand outside the unlocked bathroom door where Kitty hid inside. Hid inside from any further abuse from me, their kidnapper and her earlier tormentor. Nora knocked ever so softly. 'Kitty. Kitty, it's your mother. I want you to come out.' There was complete silence as we both waited for a response, me in heightened anticipation. Such mother daughter moments were precious and irreplaceable. Nora knocked slightly louder and faster. 'Kitty, please come out. Come out or I'll come in instead.' Kitty objected quickly. 'No, Mom, no. Don't come in.' 'Why? Why not sweetheart? Why?' 'Please Mom, please, because, because I don't want you to see me. Not this way. Is he still out there? Is he out there with you? I don't want you to see what he did to me.' Nora directed her mother's instinctive fury my way. 'You bastard. What did you do to my daughter? How did you make her scream? You filthy bastard. What did you do to her? Why doesn't she want me to see her?' I was prepared for her anger, for her resistance, in that I had my trusty twenty-two pistol in hand, the one I'd used to kidnap them with several hours earlier and two hundred miles removed. I'd grabbed them in the underground parking garage of a swanky hotel where they were attending a benefit for Lymphoma, a form [...]