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Last post on this blog.

If you want to have the new one, please slide into my IMs. I will check them on this blog every couple of days until the end of the year and then probably stop entirely.

~ Ames the Cookie

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Well, it has been a hell of a last few weeks but the light is blinking at the end of the tunnel. Next Wednesday we find out about my dad (fingers crossed). My work issue has simmered down to a low boil, which is manageable.

Thank you to everyone who sent me kind words since my last post. I appreciate it very much. Thank you. 

As for writing world, I have decided to revamp, take a breath and even add some new babies to the mix to diversify my writing a little. 

So I am working on setting up that blog and preparing for the forthcoming holiday season in writing world. I am already starting to follow fanfic, image and other non-roleplay blogs that I stalk with my new bloggie and then unfollowing them on this blog. We aren’t usually mutuals so you probably will not notice!

If you want to continue to write with me, please think carefully. I am inconsistent and erratic. I fall in love with ideas and go off on tangents. If that makes you feel uncomfortable, then please do not feel compelled to transition to the new blog. I am taking a moment to re-evaluate and have made a personal pledge to go better and be more consistent. I invite you to re-evaluate whether I am a writing partner you want to keep and how my ways make you feel and make the decision for yourself as to what is best for your well-being. 

Regardless of whether you elect to make the transition, please know you have my support and affection and the best wishes for a wonderful end to 2019 and an amazing 2020. 

~ Ames, still crumbly shortbread but aiming one day to return to chocolate chip status. 

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So bit of a tough week since last I posted. The presentations generally went okay but 2 hours of being yelled at was a lot to take. Then a matter that was supposed to be resolved blew up everywhere resulting in lots of late nights since last week and more ahead if it doesn’t sort itself out soon.

On top of all that, I’ve had a bunch of very bad health news with my step-dad and it doesn’t look like he will be with us much longer. Literally trying to budget for the trip home just in case I need to go home for his funeral.

So there’s that.

I’m still really feeling stressed about doing replies but I miss writing here so I’m not sure where my head is at with respect to that. Christmas is coming up and you know I love Christmas threads, especially making sweet things very naughty.  

But honestly I’m just in a muddle. Sorry if you are left hanging. If you want to unfollow/block/stop writing with me, I will of course respect your decision with no hard feelings. 

Do whatever you need to do for your own well-being. 

~ Ames, who is a crumbly sort of cookie of late. probably shortbread  .... 

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So it has become apparent that I have hurt some feelings with my erratic ways. I am so sorry to every partner I have kept waiting.  I never mean to hurt anyone or made anyone feel unwelcome or unappreciated. 

I generally have over 50 rpgs in drafts at any given time and given that I haven’t been on in a few days, I’m pretty sure it is about 80 now.

If I hurt you I sincerely and unequivocally apologize. 

I am feeling very stressed about my work presentation tomorrow so in the wake of these apologies, I’m going to sign off now and only return once I feel I can more comprehensively reply to people so this doesn’t happen again.

Apologies again.

~ Ames, the very sorry and stressed cookie

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The early days had been difficult, Effie uncertain about Ivar. And yet, even from then, there was something about him that comforted her, made her feel safe. Initially, the brunette hated that he had any effect on her, but over time, it shifted. She couldn’t pinpoint it, but she developed feelings for him. Part of her even wanted his attention, not that she always got it. It’s what had her caught off guard when she was drawn to his lap. And yet, her body responded by relaxing before her mind shifted. When his hand slid under her little skirt, Effie shivered, “Please…” she whispered quietly, trying to push her legs closed, a sense of shyness filling her as she blushed. Her head turned to bury against the crook of his neck, “I - I don’t think I could h-handle that, Master,” she stammered, arousal already pulsed through her due to her fertility and the bracelet adding to that. His touch only amplified it, making her wetter for him. Lips pressed softly to his neck, lifting her head to look at him, shaking her head, “You don’t really want to share me with… with… all of them,” she countered. That fiery spirit of hers roaring forth in some effort to try and reverse it on him, make him think that not sharing her would be his idea. Her experience was limited, the thought of all the men there having her was something she couldn’t even fathom. The girl had to bite her lip when his finger managed to reach her entrance, stifling a whimper. The truth of it was, Effie had been unequivocally against having a child, but once she was pregnant and able to feel the baby, it had changed her. She had a smooth pregnancy except for some sickness early on, though it wasn’t too bad. And the truth of it was, she loved their daughter, not wanting her to be an only child. “Honestly?” she breathed, hitching a little. A soft kiss was pressed to his lips, “Yes… I’d like her to have a sibling. Someone to play with,” she bit her lip to ease the whimper in her throat.  

“No?” He taunted. He wanted her to push back a little, to insist only he breed her. But toying with her was always a delight. If she rejected his words too hard, he’d have an excuse to punish her, which she would hate to receive in front of others. “Don’t I? Perhaps I want to watch them. Make you cum again and again, like the messy little girl I know you to be.” He taunted gently as he pushed a second finger into her wet core. “You are a good little mama. This is why I keep you with her.” Not every female was permitted to do so but he was indulgent with her, soft perhaps, but he liked her. His Effie. “She deserves to have a brother to protect her or a sister to grow up with ... or both  ... hmmm? How many should we breed into you? Your body is ready ...Isn’t it?”

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“Oh no, no, no.” Persephone mutters as she hurriedly makes her way across the university campus. Normally she was a very punctual person, she prided herself on it even, but it seemed like everything that could go wrong was.

Bear checked his watch and looked over at the other waiting faculty members. All to interview the new potential candidate and frankly her punctuality left a great deal to be desired. As the Human Resources manager, he had to watch as the faculty members left and instructed him to do a ‘preliminary interview’ if the woman ever showed up. Frankly Bear was a new hire himself and this was his first interview arrangement. This woman had made him look bad and he was intensely annoyed.

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“Baby, it’s you. You when you’re talking to me. Me when I’m not by your side…I can barely breath.” Elayne didn’t really hear the the words that escaped her lips. Just that she wanted to apologize in some way or another. The scrapbook that he had placed by her door was pressed to her chest and all she wanted to do was cry. She was even still dressed in the ridiculous 50′s style uniform she was forced to wear for the stupid diner she worked at. All signs that running up to his apartment complex at exactly midnight had not been a well thought out plan. Just like when she had first knocked on his door only a few hours ago.

“…But it’s cool. Cool if you want to believe…that I don’t give a shit.”

Ivar had just fallen asleep when he heard the knock at the door. The apartment was half packed already. Boxes scattered around with stuff piled around the base of the tower. As he pulled open the door, he was startled to find Elayne on the other side. “What? ... what are you doing here Elayne?” he questioned and then sighed, “Oh ... returning the album? Fine ... you’ve made yourself clear.” When did his wonderful girl become this cold bitch? Was this who she had always been? He had loved her so much and to know she didn’t even really like him was a cutting wound. He nodded to an almost full box in the hall. “Chuck it in there.” 

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The estate house was the largest in the small town, it was well known for the fact that it was filled with submissives who had been trained perfectly for their future masters. On the last Saturday of every month, it was on open day for masters to be able to enter the estate and find their perfect submissive, checks were available to be done on the girls if needed, it was the most legitimate place for many miles and they hadn’t had one complaint yet.

Lilith had came of age a couple of years ago but she wasn’t fully prepared to leave the estate in the past years, she had seen people come and go every year in the house, yet didn’t find it strange at all as it was completely natural thing to happen in her mind. The mistress of the house guided the men and women around the different rooms, showing them the selection of girls, some had already been picked and taken in the back room to get ready for their departures. Lilith stood shyly in the room as everyone entered only wearing panties and a small cropped top so they were able to see mostly what they were purchasing, her head handing low as she looks over to them through her lashes, until she hears the voice of someone questioning her price

The mistress was surprised from the question but didn’t falter her movements at all. “She would be $2500.” She replied in a sharp tone, the price was cheap for an average slave yet they wanted more room for other girls.

His last slave had lost his interest and had proved infertile. So he sold her on to a care home where she would spend her days serving elderly men with her supple curves and sassy mouth. He thought it a fit punishment for her. After a year of living alone and using brothels for personal satisfaction, Ivar was weary of living alone. So he signed up for the next open house at the only legitimate slave house in the area. 

She caught his interest instantly. She appeared a bit older than the other young females but she had the sort of curves that instantly made a man hard. He inquired after her but was intrigued by the brief stumble of the Mistress.

Still, Ivar had to admit the price was reasonable, even a bit cheap. His assumption was that she wasn’t a virgin. However, that wasn’t enough to turn Ivar’s interest. Her breasts were amazing and he liked those big wide eyes. He placed a hand on her silky belly and leaned in, his fingertips trailed up to caress the underside curve of her breasts. 

“Are you a good girl? Hmmm ... are you ready to have a Master?” He whispered to the pretty sex slave. He nodded at the words of the Mistress in charge. “I will take her. Please have her processed.”

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       Growing up, Scarlett’s family had been super strict. She couldn’t do anything without asking parents permission and they had to know where she was at all times. Had a tracer on her phone to ‘keep her safe’. And when they died? Well, that responsibility ended up going to her older brother. At this point, she didn’t know how to talk to anyone else. Wasn’t even sure if she could. Her brother never even let her out of the house. Kept her there so she wouldn’t end up like their parents. At least, that’s what he told her.

He had come home one night. Drunk. With two of his friends and all three of them had their way with her. One of them stayed just a little longer, promising to get her out of that situation the moment they could. Scarlett sat up when she heard the door open, waiting to see what her fate would be today.

Controlling Scarlett was always a family endeavour. When they were young, Ivar was reminded often that she was precious and fragile. That anyone would take advantage of her and therefore they had to keep her for just the family. He didn’t understand then, perhaps he still did not, that they were grooming both of them to fulfill certain roles in the family. When their parents died in such a tragic accident, Ivar grew even more fiercely protective. He pulled Scarlett from school and kept her at home. He wanted her safe. That was his job.

Then he got drunk. But that was a pathetic excuse. He had to admit to himself that he wasn’t that drunk. He had known what he was doing when he pushed his sister’s thighs apart and claimed her innocence.  His friends were interested in more but there was no fucking way he was sharing her. “Hello Scarlett.” He greeted as he moved further into the room, closing the door behind him. Ivar sat down next to her on the couch and looked her over. “I’ve decided there are going to be some changes around here.”

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Though she didn’t truly know the reason he chose her, she figured it was simply to, basically, take care of the home. She shared his bed, sometimes, but not nearly as often as some of the others, from what she’d heard. Most of what she did was cook, clean, run errands, and, if he had a party or friends over, to handle the details and serve the guests. He chose her outfits, the female wearing a simple short black dress. It clung to her figure, but wasn’t skin tight, allowing it to flow around her upper thighs. He was having a few friends over, or so she assumed, since he said it’d be a handful of guests. Preparing finger foods and snacks, she made sure the home was beautiful, clean, everything set up nicely so they could play cards or watch tv, whatever it was he desired. She knew not to ask too many questions. When it was close to time, she got dressed, nothing on under the dress, per his instructions. The guys got some food, talking with each other as she served drinks, beer or scotch or whatever they liked. When everyone was content, he pulled her down to his lap, breath hitching in surprise as his hand began to wander under her dress. Wide, nervous eyes looked to him, having no doubt the others would soon notice, and she shifted against him, as if that could really stop him - not that she could, either. She was his to do with as he pleased - even in front of his friends.

Ivar enjoyed Effie’s obedient ways but there was still that spark of fire in her warm brown eyes. The spark that had prompted him to fill her belly with his first child. He didn’t want dull-witted children after all. Their daughter was sound asleep upstairs, being watched by one of the other household females. He traced a hand under her skirt and stroked the smooth silk of her thigh. “Bear has asked to breed you next. Since you did so well for me.” Ivar murmured as his fingertips reached the folds of her sex. “But I think we should perhaps just do an open breeding. Let all the men here fill you.” There weren’t many visiting this time. She was fertile right now. He could see the gleam from her bracelet. Ivar had been selective in who would have access to Effie and the other female in the household that was also currently fertile. He kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear, “Would you like to be a mama again, my pet? You do look beautiful when your belly is full.” he crooned as one finger entered her channel, teasing her sex open. 

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Well I have eaten now and feel much more perky despite the high sodium nature of the meal. I am in a really restless headspace so I’m just going to look for a few starters to reply to rather than my drafts. Apologies to anyone waiting for a reply to them.

~ Ames the Cookie

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In my hotel room now. Wifi seems okay so far but not a lot of check-ins yet. A bit nervous about my presentation tomorrow. 

So going to putter a bit, get some food and so on. 

I hope you are all doing well! 

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It was her own fault for thinking that he would like how the dress looked. Ivar like to look at her but clearly she had stepped over the line because as much as he liked to look at her no one else was supposed to. “I’m sorry.” She said in the same quiet voice before he turned his face towards him. Of course he would have let the other men take her upstairs and she would be punished for that afterwards but it would be worse if she said no to going upstairs with someone if he told her to. Everything he said was supposed to be followed to a T and the last thing she wanted was a repeat of the family dinner. “I thought you would like how I looked.” Slowly she reached out and lightly touched his hand before she nodded. Of course she didn’t want anyone to think that she looked cheap because she needed to look good when she was with him. “I’ll change.” Luna slowly moved away from him before going back to their bedroom to change out of the dress and put on the navy dress that he had told her to. Once her make-up was finished the redhead came back downstairs and stood a few feet away from Ivar. “Is this better?”

“I know you are sorry, little one. You can’t help that you don’t think things through. That’s why you have me. I like your body. You know I do. But you are a girl who has to learn to keep herself covered.” He gave her ass a pat and waited while Luna headed upstairs. When she finally came down, he smiled at the pretty picture she made. “Much better. That’s the girl I deserve. An elegant beauty and not a dirty slut.” He slipped his arm around her hips and pulled her into a gentle hug, “I told you when we got together that I’d be strict. That there would be training... But it is still hard, I know.” He soothed with a gentle kiss to her cheek, not wanting to mess her makeup. “Now go write your transgression on your discipline chart and we’ll go to the party. We’re running late now with all this fuss.”

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There were rules here - specific rules for young women particularly. To refuse service to a male if one was unclaimed was unheard of. It was not uncommon for a male to simply order a girl to hold out her food for him to deposit some ‘additional flavouring’. No one thought anything of it. It was simply life here. They weren’t permitted to object. The only protection any young female had was to be tagged by a male. Ivar didn’t pay much attention to the shenanigans of the younger crowd, although he had had his fun in his day. He was walking along the river front when he spotted someone crouched low, clearly waiting as a group of young males strolled past over the bridge some distance ahead. “They fed you once to often of late, Rebecca?” he murmured, unable to resist teasing her. “Why don’t you come here and say a proper hello?”

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      She resisted the urge to cough as the cover was ripped off, Sanem wasn’t sure what to expect she’d down so well doing what her parents said. They often told her at night bad children got taken away, she wasn’t a child anymore - and far from bad yet here she was. Far from her parents. The journey was long that’s the most she can remember from it, most of the time she was under the cloth, on some moving thing. Sanem often wondered on the journey  if the cage was to keep people away whether then in, it wasn’t like either could find their way back and if they did go back they’ surly be in trouble and sent right back to where they started. 

      Her attention drifting, focusing on the events unfolding before her and the thoughts of her parents that were now just memories. Swallowing back a lump, Sanem slowly part her dark hues up to look directly at the men. They hadn’t seem like the savages from her own clan. 

Ubbe crouched low and peered into the cage. He heard the jeers of the Montgomery Clan members around him, commenting on the look of the girl in the cage. Ubbe nodded and smiled, just a little, “Hello there. Do you have a name?” He asked quietly, knowing some Clans didn’t name the girls that were born, as if that would humanize them in some way, and further justify their continued mistreatment.  The men around him laughed at his question, finding him ridiculous. To be frank, Ubbe didn’t give a fuck. This girl was beautiful. His own men watched silently, respectfully. “We are going to take you home with us.”