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| What is the best lesbian forced foot fetish video you've seen? Does anyone know a lesbian slave foot worship video with a back-story in which the slave is FORCED to lick/smell feet? |
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| How do I get my family to notice me? I am 14, recently, my brother broke his foot, now me patents only notice him. I will be in the middle of telling a story, and they would interrupt me to talk about Andre's foot, completely ignoring what i was saying. Even when he did not have a broken foot, everyone one noticed him for how strong and how big he is, when i am right there. Since he has a broken foot, they make me be his "slave", getting all his things, and helping him do things, and i don't get time for my own things. How do I get my family to notice me again? Thanks! |
| It's not about finding a way for them to notice you. You need to sit down and talk to your parents and let them know how you feel. Maybe they don't realize what they're doing and they will change so you don't feel neglected. |
| How is this story like; good or bad? An African Slave Story Chapter one: Swallow the Sun In the year 1880 was the year me and my people from an African tribe called, 'The African Crusaders', were captured by other Africans to be sold as slaves to the Americans the same day. Here is how my fellow brothers captured me and my tribe members. It was a hot summer's day, the air dry, the guyren playing under sun and our women doing the washing and cleaning to prepare for lunch. Everything and everyone was as it was any other day, ordinary with no big events or news. I was walking towards an ocean which was approximately twenty degrees west of my tribe, but before I could go to the ocean I had to say to my wife where I was so that she could be at ease and not worry. So I walked back to my hut under the blazing rays of the sun god. I entered covered with more sweat, replacing the sweat that I already have. I said to my wife, 'Sasha, I will take a walk to the ocean to cool off with some of its cold water.' 'That is alright,' replayed Sasha whilst doing the washing and said, 'Do not be late for lunch, I have made your special meal.' Sasha put down the plate she was holding and the cloth she was using and waited for me to guess. I could see that there was excitement in Sasha's eyes, from that I could tell what she meant by special meal. 'Pap with pork?' I asked as haltingly as a humming bird's flaps its wings. 'That is the one dear', nodded Sasha was a clock ticking. I was feeling happy when I got out of my hut, this is because my wife Sasha will be cooking 'my special meal' for lunch; usually I have pap without meat at lunch, but instead I have it with the vegetables my wife and I grow in our beautifully healthy garden. I raised my arms and stretched; I could hear my bones clicking like fingers this and that side of my dark, masculine and soft skinned body. I started to walk towards the crystal like ocean without hesitation. I could see it front of me, the ocean. There was no one around; this gave me an opportunity to have a quick and sneaky bathe. I lifted my leg into the air like a crane would and dipped my foot into the water very fast, which made me lose my balance on the other foot which was rooted to the earth like a great oak tree and I fell into the water, splash. 'Ahh, this feels so good', I thought. I was about to go under the cool crystal like water when suddenly I heard screams. My ears suddenly popped which made me jump with fear out of the water. As soon as I heard the scream I ran towards my tribe to see what was happening. I stopped under an oak tree, which was near my tribe, which looked like an umbrella. I revealed my head and saw that my tribe had been infested by our brothers from another tribe this made me feel great rage. I haltingly hid behind the oak tree like a damned coward. I realized that I could do nothing; I looked down towards my open hand and I could see it wrapping its self into a rock. My hand wrapped its self so hard that my hand started to shake like a rattle snake and I could see my veins nearly coming out of my wrist. My hand had stopped shaking, it unwrapped its self and there was blood coming out of my palm. I looked closely at my palm and saw that there were four scars. Then I looked at my nails. They were covered by blood. 'How could you betray your people, your kind, my brothers!?’ I thought to myself silently whilst the blood from my palm ran down along my arm like a snake. From afar I could see guyren and babies having to be killed right in front of the women; the women screamed from grief and pain, this is because their guyren had been slain like a worthless animal right in front of their eyes. Men in my tribe were fighting our brothers who betrayed us with their bare hands and feet, like a monkey gone mad, because they killed their guyren who meant so much to them; seeing their wives in grief and pain made them even more angrier. My eyes felt like they were burning, 'Why am I here hiding when I am suppose to be protecting my tribe and the people that live in it?' I thought to myself angrily. I stepped out of my hiding place and began to run silently towards my tribe. The burning sun god had made the earth beneath my feet so as hot as the sun its self that I ran as fast as a cheater; when I was hiding under the oak tree-like umbrella, there was a lot of shade and that is why I did not feel the heat beneath my feet. |
| show don't tell basic rule of writing, mind you its coursework so i dont think they bother abotu that Too much I dont say that you were gonig to do something jsut show the person donig it in coursework they look for good vocabulary so look in a theasaurus and find godo words for things you get marked on that dont make it too complcated otherwise it will be obviosu you dont really know the word ' as hot as the sun' you get marks on that so well done |
| Why do blacks embrace the Democratic Party ? In reading The Rise and Fall of Jim Crow. I find this passage most interesting. Most whites rallied around the Democratic Party as the party of white supremacy. Between 1868 and 1871, terrorist organizations, especially the Ku Klux Klan, murdered blacks and whites who tried to exercise their right to vote or receive an education. The Klan, working with Democrats in several states, used fraud and violence to help whites regain control of their state governments. By the early 1870s, most Southern states had been "redeemed" -- as many white Southerners called it -- from Republican rule. By the time the last federal troops had been withdrawn in 1877, Reconstruction was all but over and the Democratic Party controlled the destiny of the South. -- Richard Wormser It would explain why the Honorable Senator Robert Byrd lasted so long in the Democratic Party. As I read further in this interesting site. I find it curious in wondering just how many blacks have read it or even bothered to read more about Jim Crow. Whom was Jim Crow These words are from the song, "Jim Crow," as it appeared in sheet music written by Thomas Dartmouth "Daddy" Rice. Rice, a struggling "actor" (he did short solo skits between play scenes) at the Park Theater in New York, happened upon a Black person singing the above song -- some accounts say it was an old Black slave who walked with difficulty, others say it was a ragged Black stable boy. Whether modeled on an old man or a young boy we will never know, however, it is clear that in 1828 Rice appeared on stage as "Jim Crow" -- an exaggerated, highly stereotypical Black character. But Jim Crow came to be, more often used to describe the segregation laws, rules, and customs which arose after Reconstruction ended in 1877 and continued until the mid-1960s. How did the name become associated with these "Black Codes" which took away many of the rights which had been granted to Blacks through the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments? I am not saying that the Jim Crow era was in any way fair or good for American People, and it was by no means fair to the Blacks. It was an abomination, that has ripped this country down the middle every sense the eighteen hundreds. I also find it curious that it was actually the Then called Radical Republican wing of the Republican Party that wanted emancipation, and supported abolition. Anyway, I will continue to read these stories. As it find them interesting. I am sorry to say, as a White man, that I never really found much reason to look into Jim Crow. But now that I have I can understand better how Blacks felt, but I don't understand their embracing the Democratic Dogma, with such fervor. I still say that its really the Democratic Party that keeps their foot on the neck of our Black black Citizens. You might notice that I use the word Black. that is because I don't think it makes any sense to have to call them African-Americans. We are either all Americans, or we are not. I don't think that any of the current generations of Blacks, have been forcibly brought to this country, as slaves or anything else. To me anybody that is a citizen, by birth or nationalization are just Americans, and always will be. Having your ancestral country, your religion, or any other identity makes no sense to me. |
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| What do you know about ancient Egypt? I need some information on ancient Egypt for a fictional personal recount that I'm writing for school, and please don't suggest wikipedia because I need more than what they have there. Like, did they have slaves? What kind of names did they have? Like Cleopatra or Xara or something like that? What is the olden name of the city Cairo? Can you name another city near Cairo that is also along the Nile River? And how far is it- like how many days' journey on foot and horseback? Is the time Queen Cleopatra was in reign called the Cleo Dynasty or else what is it? Did Queen Cleopatra entertain envoys from other countries, especially European countries? If so, which countries specifically? What are female Egyptian slaves in Egypt to do? I have about 5 days to get this short story done, although I did ask for an extension. Please help! And serious answers, please. |
| Are you writing about ancient Egypt (~3000 BC - 343 BC) or Ptolemaic Egypt (305 BC - 30 BC)? You need to decide which you're writing about first, because their customs were quite different. Cleopatra was the last queen of Ptolemaic Egypt and not an Egyptian by blood at all. Ancient Egyptian names were more like Babylonian or Hebrew names than our names; sometimes they were adjectives or strings of nouns, but often whole sentences. Looking at random, I found a pharaoh named Djehuty-mes (Thutmose) "born of Thoth" and another named Amenhotep "Amun is satisfied". The name Cleopatra, of course, is pure Greek. Cairo didn't exist in this time period; it was founded by the Fatimid Dynasty in the tenth century AD. The closest substitute would be Memphis, capital of the Old Kingdom and about 12 miles south of modern Cairo. Thebes is another onetime capital of Egypt along the Nile, south of Memphis. I doubt Cleopatra VII received any envoys from European countries other than Rome, as Thrace (the only other European state I can find at the time) was a Roman client state. Ancient Egypt (not Ptolemaic Egypt so much) didn't have many chattel slaves. Sorry I couldn't help you more. |
| Made a Bet - Didn't Expect To Win...? answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AnXpz5qWE3P6oHYLN17IcrDsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20080111182223AAQ3U9r That's my original question. To sum things up, the other day I made a bet with my boyfriend. Long story short, he changed it a little and ended it early, but I still won the bet. Since I won, he has to be my foot slave for the next two weeks. HELP!! I wasn't actually expecting to win this! What should I have him do? I'm completly out of ideas.... Any help? |
| make him give you a foot massage, pedicure and any foot fetish stuff that comes to mind like sucking your toes. |
| Racism still excist ...Happy Slaves / Song of the South "More Inside"? The Idea was originated from a white boy who's family where slave owners. Does this ignorance still dwell within the last generation of whites from there misguided up bringing into a nation that once treated blacks as a foot stool to success, because of it's leaders. From the construction of the United States to the Millions maybe even Billions that were taken from the Souls of African American Ancestors during cotton exports /slavery days. Does the Idea of grand parents with knowledge & stories so cruel to even death to family members from these old laws.. Is it enought for the black youth to endure; not only stories, but a generation of No Wealth with Slim to No Education/ rasied in a background so vivid but true; What is the Black Nation to Do??/ When it is time to lift your head/ not for being a skin color; "But a human in the world" is humiliation in guyren cartoons the way for our guyren future or is this a way of (Money/Power) Over a Society we all strive to figure out. |
| The incoherency of your bigoted screed is impossible to answer . |
| Writers: Can you critique the first page or so of my story, please? Is it too much like Shrek? Chapter One: Ogre I awoke with a start as a bone-chilling scream tore through the once blissful morning air. Now wide awake, I cast about anxiously for my spear that was lying somewhere next to my sleeping cot. Ah! It was a few feet away tucked inside a layer of tall, long grass that heavily populated this region of the mountain range commonly known as Dreg. Actually, the full name of the mountain range was the Dregonian Range. For short, everyone just called it the Mountains of Dreg or simply the Dreg Mountains. A putrid stench nearing me snapped me out of my reverie, bringing me back down to earth. I snatched up my spear and tucked my hunting knife in the belt of my tunic that I had been sleeping in overnight. From the distinct nightmarish smell, I could already tell what it was: an Ogre. Not bothering to ask permission (I'm only ten and six years old), I darted off into the woods that surrounded the camp of my tribe. "Claw!" My mother called out shrilly. "Where do you think you're going? You know we don't fight anyone or anything except for food. Now, you get back here!" I winced and missed a step. Catching myself before I stumbled, I ran on ignoring my mother's fading cries. Unfortunately, that much was true. Abhorred we abhored killing. It was completely shunned unless we were attacked by some wild animal driven by hunger. Even then, we scared it off with fire or some other method of fear. I found it all very tedious and stupid. What if invadors came looking for slaves? I had heard stories of slaves from some other tribesmen who came to trade with us from their own home tribes. Slavers knew no mercy, it was said. A slaver could never be defeated. In this case, my home tribe wouldn't even try to defeat a slaver. Now the ogre. Ogres were rare as a monster for they loved to stay in their secluded dens that were located in the deep places far to the west of the Dreg Mountains. They never hunted anythign that went out of their way, and as far as I knew, this area of the Range was far from any Ogre Hole (as we called their dens). Why would an Ogre come so close? There were plenty of other monsters in the Dregonian Mountain Range. One in particular, for which the Range got its name, was the Dragon. However, the reptilian beasts had learnt from experience that humans were a force to be reckoned with. Thus, they drew back to the farther and more secluded corners of the Range. Eventually, they left humans alone all together and faded back into the shadows of myth and legend, like a host of other monsters and even demons that once stalked the Dreg Mountains. Another cry ensued from the front of the route that I was taking causing me to lose concentration. I stumbled, and would have slipped off the side of the mountain. It was a sheer drop. Lucky for me, my keen senses that I acquired while living, hunting, and bleeding in the Range caused me to be aware of these things a little more than other people. Unless it was another tribesmember. Now where was that cry coming from? It was from an Ogre by the sound of it, and an angry one too! How much worse could my luck get? Someone, a female from the sound of it, let out a string of surprising and disturbing curses presumably at the Ogre and my head snapped around in the right direction. There it was. My hunt had ended. Perched loftily on a grassy knoll was a young woman. She seemed to be twenty and one or two years of age. Her hair was a curly black and her eyes were a stormy grey. They flashed dangerously at the Ogre who hadn't noticed me yet because he was focussed on his prey. Surprisingly, the woman stood approximately six feet tall and maybe a few more inches. That was much taller than me! I felt like a guy compared to her. Her bodily form, now that was something else entirely. She was the most beautiful and stunning woman I had ever seen in my life. And that is no exageration! Her form was perfect, like a goddess, and her light blue tunic tied at the waist with a darker blue sash clung tightly to her lithe and nuble body showing off all her womanly assessts. My mouth watered and my body began to react. Unfortunately, the Ogre took just that moment to realize he had one more enemy. I curious sounding grunt escaped his rougish lips and a puff of rotten, stinking breath shot into my face. "Gah!" Was all I managed. So much for aspiring to be a hero in front of the woman of my dreams, even if she was too old for me! Although I was concentrating on the monster, I could feel the woman's eyes fixed on me. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my hands that clutched my spear began to tremble. Any bravado I had felt before was whisked away under that cold glare from the woman and I could tell I had stepped in at a very wrong time. Then, to my shock and amazement, just as I thought the Ogre was about to strike; it's body rippled. And it transformed into the shape of a young girl no |
| I am a non expert. It seems a charming little tale that has words everywhere. This needs to be tidied up. Also its dissimilar enough from Shrek to get away with it. I would say its a bit like Shrek crossed with LOTR. Hats off to your effort. |
| Help for an adult who was an abused guy? My husband (who I have been married to for 10 years now) and I got married when we were both 19. We both came from trouble guyhoods. His was much worse than mine. His parents got together when his dad was 20 and his mom was 13. His mom had him when she was 16. She got into drugs right after he was born. She has been on drugs ever since...was even a prostitute for a while. My husband lived a horrible life of severe neglect and abuse. I have NO idea how he survived. He was left alone for entire weekends when he was only 2 year old and younger, beaten with bed posts, starved, and God knows what else. His mom's boy friend use to hold him by one foot over a 2 story balcony and threaten to drop him, as a punishment. When he was 18 months old, he and his mom were both guynapped by a crazy guy who kept his mom drugged and used her as a sex slave for 2 months. No one knows what happened to my hubby during this time or who took care of him, or how he survived. CPS took him away from his mom about a dozen times. Not sure why they kept giving him back. I am looking for information or support groups for this kind of trauma. Does anyone have any suggestions? There is VERY little information on it. |
| Perhaps have him go to a pyshcologist, and see if they can diagnose, and look into this. hope i helped, good luck:) |
| What do you guys think of this short piece? (Paragraphing doesn't work) “Parthenia! Parthenia! Where is that useless creature?” shouted Ma as she wrapped up a small bundle of cakes with green cloth leftover from her new peplos. “You sent her to the plantation to collect some figs Ma.” I reminded her. “Can I help you with anything?” “You want to help? Fine. When Parthenia returns give her this bundle and tell her to deliver to Alcyone. His business is suffering. I blame his son Deimos. He angers the Gods. Refuses to honour Athena! He will be the downfall of his family, you mark my words Melaina.” she said shoving the package at me before retiring to the gymnaceum. Recently Ma had been spending a lot of time in bed, I would have been worried, were it not for the fact that I enjoyed the peace. With her not around I was free to read from Pa’s private book collection, or sit under the shade of an olive tree, just chatting with Parthenia, I’d even snuck out of the house a few times and visited the market place. Of course I’d had to keep my himation – my cloak – on, so no one recognised me and reported back to Ma but that didn’t diminish from the experience too much. I sighed, contentedly as I thought of the market place. I longed to go again, but it was nearly dark and even I wouldn’t go to the market place after the sun had gone down. It wasn’t a place where self respecting Greeks went. At night…well, the brothels were open for business. Parthenia had described her experiences as a slave, before she was bought by my father, to me in great detail. That was one of the things I admired most about her – her ability to talk openly about all the terrible things that she’d seen, without any tears or sadness. When she told me about how she was owned by that scoundrel Leander I was moved to tears but she just laughed, sadly, handed me a handkerchief and said, “I’m sorry Melaina. I forget how innocent you are. These stories, you don’t need to hear them. You should not worry yourself about us slaves. We are strong, my dear. Please don’t cry.” It was only because I’d begged her to go on, that I’d learned so much about the taboos that I’d been shielded from. And I’d made myself a good friend in Parthenia. Which was why I decided that I’d deliver the bundle. She’d been working hard all day and it would be unfair to make her walk all the way to Alcyone’s. The journey was nearly twenty minutes on foot. I quickly strapped on my leather sandals, pulled on my cloak and left, not knowing how this decision was going to change my life forever. Is it any good? Would you want to read on or do you think I should go back to writing the usual vamp fantasy stuff? |
| This is great. I really enjoyed reading this- a nice change to constantly hearing about vampires '-_-' The only thing I didn't quite like (apart from the names- I know this is a Greek story, but all the long, similar sounding names irks me. Probably just me, so you can ignore this xD) was this speech: “You want to help? Fine. When Parthenia returns give her this bundle and tell her to deliver to Alcyone. His business is suffering. I blame his son Deimos. He angers the Gods. Refuses to honour Athena! He will be the downfall of his family, you mark my words Melaina.” Don't get me wrong, it's good, and it lets the audience understand more about the story, it's just that there are too many names. It gets a bit crowded. I find it best when the writer introduces the characters over a longer time period. So for example, when Ma says "I blame his son Deimos.", it would sound less cluttered as "I blame his son." Then you can introduce him in the following scene/person's speech/etc. Does that make sense? Or am I blabbering about nothing? xD Yeah, so, nothing major at all. You're an excellent writer! :D Keep it up! I'd love to read more. Is there a title for this I'm not seeing? |