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In this series I will be sharing my ideas of a paragon for each monkey. You can always see the other parts by clicking on my profile.
DAY FIVE
Today's monkey is Ice Monkey. His paragon is Hell with Ice and it costs 695K. It looks like Super Brittle except his entire body is blue and his eyes are white. It has different phases depending on it's paragon level. ( The regular paragon level damage system still stands, these are just additions)
0-25: Has the radius of Crossbow Master. Every 3 seconds, he creates an icefield in his radius which freezes all bloons except BADs.
26-75: Attacks every 2 seconds.
76-99: Attacks every second.
100: The True Ice God. Now attacks every 0.5 seconds(For anyone wondering, he is not a barrier for every MOAB-class bloon because he doesn't do any actual damage, you need another tower)
This is still weaker than free Dart Monkey. Anyway, hope you have a nice day, and we will be back tomorrow for the next monkey.

In this series I will be sharing my ideas of a paragon for each monkey. You can always see the other parts by clicking on my profile.
DAY FIVE
Today's monkey is Ice Monkey. His paragon is Hell with Ice and it costs 695K. It looks like Super Brittle except his entire body is blue and his eyes are white. It has different phases depending on it's paragon level. ( The regular paragon level damage system still stands, these are just additions)
0-25: Has the radius of Crossbow Master. Every 3 seconds, he creates an icefield in his radius which freezes all bloons except BADs.
26-75: Attacks every 2 seconds.
76-99: Attacks every second.
100: The True Ice God. Now attacks every 0.5 seconds(For anyone wondering, he is not a barrier for every MOAB-class bloon because he doesn't do any actual damage, you need another tower)
This is still weaker than free Dart Monkey. Anyway, hope you have a nice day, and we will be back tomorrow for the next monkey.

I’m 43F, SW190, CW145, 5’9”. I’ve only struggled with my weight in the last few years and was incredibly thin with no effort for most of my life - until I wasn’t. I have utilized running, weight training, IF, CICO, low carb and keto to lose 45 pounds. I struggle to see my body as it truly looks - I tend to still see myself as a thinner person even when I’m not - but I’m currently very happy with my shape.
Last night at work, two women I don’t know were walking behind me. One said, “we’re talking about you!” I turned around, and she said, “we were just saying you have the cutest figure. Your waist is tiny!” I told her she had no idea how good that made me feel. They asked how I did it, and it turns out they were also runners, but in the beginning of their weight loss journey. We discussed overcoming addictions to food and other substances and prioritizing our health, and it was just overall the best experience of a stranger commenting on my body.
I’ve been slacking at the gym for the first time in my 18-month weight loss journey, and now I’m renewed to get back to it today. I needed that validation - from women - that what I see in the mirror is close to the truth.

Hi guys, Im a str8 university student Dom, Im BRA and Im 20 years old. I m currently single. Some time ago I decided to enter the world of domination, because I love it when they obey me and do everything to make me happy, even if he is not. I've been trying with a few men for a while, but haven't found any for long term or TPE, mostly just sessions and honestly I don't really like just sessions.
So I'm looking for guys who were born to be sub, their only intent is to please someone, looking for an obedient and loyal guy who will do whatever I say and wherever I want. I'm looking for str8 guys, military, married, fiancé, boyfriend, newbies or guys addicted to stroke/cum who need control. As for body type I want lean, muscular, fit guys, I don't really like chubby but if you think you might be a good sub, send a body pic you might be accepted. My kinks are chastity, humiliation, orgasm and bladder control, cbt, swearing, denial, edging, cumplay, assplay, toys, TPE, among others. I like to command everything about you and be obeyed, many times I can be rough and rude, but if I deserve it I know how to be affectionate and give compliments I want to maybe talk about everything. No, Im not here to exchange nudes with you, being used for my pleasure is reward enough. So as I said in the beginning Im not looking for sessions, so if you want that don't message me. Don't waste your time or mine. One more thing I'm not one to chase after anyone so if you just view my message or wait for me to send you something, you can forget about me because I found someone else. So be willing. If you think you fit the profile, send me a DM with an introduction about yourself, your kinks, limits, asl, pictures of yourself and tell me more about it. I hope to hear from you my (maybe) future little boy.
OPEN DM AND DON'T JUST SEND "HI" I WON'T ANSWER
I will reply as soon as possible

Hi guys, Im a str8 university student Dom, Im BRA and Im 20 years old. I m currently single. Some time ago I decided to enter the world of domination, because I love it when they obey me and do everything to make me happy, even if he is not. I've been trying with a few men for a while, but haven't found any for long term or TPE, mostly just sessions and honestly I don't really like just sessions.
So I'm looking for guys who were born to be sub, their only intent is to please someone, looking for an obedient and loyal guy who will do whatever I say and wherever I want. I'm looking for str8 guys, military, married, fiancé, boyfriend, newbies or guys addicted to stroke/cum who need control. As for body type I want lean, muscular, fit guys, I don't really like chubby but if you think you might be a good sub, send a body pic you might be accepted. My kinks are chastity, humiliation, orgasm and bladder control, cbt, swearing, denial, edging, cumplay, assplay, toys, TPE, among others. I like to command everything about you and be obeyed, many times I can be rough and rude, but if I deserve it I know how to be affectionate and give compliments I want to maybe talk about everything. No, Im not here to exchange nudes with you, being used for my pleasure is reward enough. So as I said in the beginning Im not looking for sessions, so if you want that don't message me. Don't waste your time or mine. One more thing I'm not one to chase after anyone so if you just view my message or wait for me to send you something, you can forget about me because I found someone else. So be willing. If you think you fit the profile, send me a DM with an introduction about yourself, your kinks, limits, asl, pictures of yourself and tell me more about it. I hope to hear from you my (maybe) future little boy.
OPEN DM AND DON'T JUST SEND "HI" I WON'T ANSWER
I will reply as soon as possible

Surrounded by loving friends and family, Frank exhaled his last breath. As he saw a tunnel of light appear, they fell upon him, sobbing.
Frank found himself standing upon a large boulder, surrounded by a majestic, colorful sky. Cotton-like clouds drifted lazily; numerous rainbows sprouted from the ground. In the distance lay a tall, golden castle, surrounded by smaller bronze buildings. He smiled to himself. "Heaven!"
He felt a prickly sensation on his legs. Looking down, he realized the boulder was covered with crawling insects, which were now swarming over him. He flailed his limbs, sending the bugs flying, but more soon took their place. He tried stomping on them, but that didn't kill them. They continued to ascend his body.
"Help!" he shouted. "Somebody help!"
He heard the approach of flapping wings; an angel suddenly appeared before him, hovering in mid-air. "Welcome, noble supplicant!" the angel beamed. "Hope you enjoy your stay in Heaven!"
"Don't you see the bugs?!" he snapped. "Get them off me!"
The angel smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry; I can't. They have as much right to be here as you do."
Frank continued to shake insects from him; a few began biting him. "You're telling me bugs go to Heaven too?!"
The angel folded his hands as if to pray. "All creatures go to Heaven. God loves all of his children."
Frank's eyes widened as he beheld the land around him. All around were many larger animals, all inundated by insects. He saw cats leaping furiously, dogs howling pitifully, and horses prancing around, neighing in terror. The birds and lizards, on the other hand, joyously gobbled up the bounty; more bugs took their place as quickly as they were devoured.
Frank stripped off his pants and frantically brushed off his legs. "Does God really think this Heaven of his is acceptable?"
"We value your feedback," the angel began woodenly, "and strive for an enhanced customer experience. In the meantime, we apologize for the inconvenience."
Tears streamed down Frank's face. "I'd rather be annihilated than spend eternity like this! Isn't there any alternative?"
The angel sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Fine." The angel grabbed Frank; he found himself soaring through the air, carried by the angel's powerful wings. A moment later, he was dumped unceremoniously onto one of the many puffy clouds in the sky. He could see other clouds nearby, each with a person in the same situation, looking around nervously.
"Wait!" he howled as the angel flew away. "What am I supposed to do here?"
The angel snapped his fingers; a harp appeared in Frank's hands. "Seriously?" he sputtered. "This is ridiculous!"
"We apologize for..." the angel began.
"Yeah, yeah," Frank waved dismissively. "I've heard it." Snarling, the angel turned to leave.
"Wait!" Frank shouted at the angel's ever diminishing form. A few seconds later, he couldn't be seen against the majestic sky.
He sighed loudly, sat down, and began lifelessly strumming his harp. "This looked much better in all those paintings," he groused.

In 1997, I was a 5-year-old starting my first day at Powell Elementary School in Florence, Alabama. As a child of immigrant parents, I didn’t know a lick of English and I was very angry to be in a completely different world. My poor teacher, Mrs. Debbie McFall, was so patient with me even though she couldn’t understand what I wanted. I was so sure I was saying the correct English word for water so I became increasingly frustrated before completely breaking down and crying. My teacher was so patient the whole time before realizing I wanted water thanks to another little boy in class. After that, my teacher made sure to make Kindergarten a wonderful place for me. I started learning English and making friends. But what I remembered the most is her taking me to her home after school (with my parents permission of course). Her house was like a paradise for children. She had toys galore and so many cats and dogs to play. I remember watching Blues Clues over and over again. She would later give me her copy, which I still have today. One day after school, we found a stray cat and I asked her if she could give it a home, so she picked up the kitty and took her with us.
I moved in 2000 and have never been able to contact her again. My school also does not exist anymore. I would love nothing more to see her again and thank her so much. I have never forgotten her how she made a scary-looking world a loving place for me.
Any help would be greatly appreciated!

I always wondered why we were never able to use this staircase in school, but the teachers, staff and the headmaster were able to use them. I never knew where the bottom of the staircase was, because I always saw the teachers walking up the stairs but never walking down the stairs. In every assembly, the headmaster ordered us not to use the staircase, though we already knew not to.
One time, the class clown said he was going to go down the staircase that we weren’t supposed to use, and our physics teacher grabbed him and she screamed at him to not go down there. He ended up sitting back down, snickering as some students were whispering to each other and some exchanged confused glances with one another.
This made me more fixated on knowing more about the staircase. I’d wander around the school, looking to find where the bottom of the staircase was, but I’d never find it. I’d spend my break time asking different people about what they know about the staircase, and if they knew any rumors about them. Every rumor they’d say, I’d write down in my notebook. One rumor someone said was that a student in the 7th grade went down the staircase and was never seen again. Another rumor was that our maths teacher kills anyone who goes down the staircase. Though most of the rumors sounded quite stupid, I still wrote them down.
At some point, my friend Josh started noticing how curious I was about the staircase. Josh was quite a fearless guy. He would do anything dangerous, as if he was on a suicide mission, like the time when we had a science experiment and he thought that touching the bunsen burner would be a good idea. He ended up getting severe 3rd degree burns on his hand, which took around a year to heal, and also became the prime example of what not to do in a science experiment. That was only one of the things he did, but I won't go into detail about the others..
2 days ago, as we were sitting on one of the benches after school, Josh asked “Why don’t you just go down the stairs?”
“I don’t want to get suspended, I have a good record unlike you,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I have a plan though.”
“It better not be stupid….”
That’s when he pulled a notebook out of his bag, and drew two stick figures.
“The one with the smiley face is me, and the one with the sad face is you. Do you understand?” He said.
“I do.”
“We’re going to do this pretty early. About 3 or 4am… we’re going to break into the school. Don’t worry though, I’ve done it before and succeeded.” He started to draw a gate, then drew the stick figure representing me climbing over, and the stick figure representing him over the gate, as it waited for me to climb down.
“This plan is kind of stupid,” I said, observing his rushed drawings.
“Do you want to see what’s under those stairs or not?”
“I do…”
“Then listen. So after we break in, we’ll need to be pretty quiet. No talking until we actually get into the building. We’ll need flashlights, so we’ll both bring our phones. When we get into the building you need to follow me. The stairs are near where our classroom is, remember?” He explained, with a moderately harsh tone. That’s how I knew he was serious.
“Okay, it kind of makes sense… I’m gonna go now though, tomorrow we’ll go through the plan again. Make sure to write it down, see you tomorrow Josh!” I said, picking up my backpack and leaving.
The next day, at break, Josh showed me his notebook which contained a detailed plan, explaining exactly what he had said the day before, but in more depth. Though I was hesitant to go through with the plan, I did really want to see those stairs….I had been so determined to know every single thing about those stairs, and this was like a once in a lifetime chance for me. So I agreed to the plan. That was yesterday.
I had my alarm set for 2:30 am. I got ready which took about 20 minutes. At around 2:55 am, I was out the house. From my house to my school was walking distance, so it was easy for me to get there. When I got there, I was quite surprised to see Josh already there, in front of the gate, looking at the floor.
“Oh you’re here already? Should we start now?” He asked.
“Yeah sure, why not?” I said.
That’s when he started climbing up the gate. I made sure to watch his technique so I could do the same when he was done. He climbed up the gate fairly quickly, then climbed down the gate, and he was in.
“Your turn.”
I slowly started climbing the gate, my arms shaking a bit every time I climbed higher. Eventually I was able to get down.
“Okay, now to get inside the building we need to use the back of the building. There’s a door there, and for some reason it’s never locked,” He whispered, and I nodded.
We started walking at a fast pace, making sure not to step on anything that would make noise.
When we finally entered the building, I followed Josh. Using the flashlight on my phone, we slowly made our way up the stairs, being careful of our surroundings. After what felt like forever, we finally found the staircase.
“Are you ready?” He whispered.
“Of course.”
We started going down, step by step. It looked normal, and I didn’t get why we couldn’t use it. As we were going down further and further, a foul odor hit my nose, and started getting stronger and stronger as we went down.
“What is that smell?” I asked, holding my nose with one hand and holding my phone with the other.
“You smell it too? It’s horrible,” He said. Though the smell was tormenting our nostrils, we kept on going. I started getting quite tired. I felt like I had been waking down those stairs for an eternity. At some point, as I continued to point my flashlight downwards, I saw something. Something abnormal… out of this world. I held Josh’s arm so he wouldn’t go down any more steps. He was about to open his mouth to speak until he also saw what i was seeing, and immediately closed his mouth.
We saw darkness. But in that darkness were faces. Some were crying, some were smiling. But as they looked directly into our eyes, their faces became angry. Full of hatred. They started screaming, and shouting unintelligible words. They reached their arms out to us. That’s when the darkness started rising, and I screamed at Josh to run, hyperventilating as tears streamed down my face.
I rapidly ran up the stairs, as the darkness slowly consumed our every step. As Josh was running though, he tripped up a step and fell. I screamed, and heard the sound of synchronized laughter and the sound of Josh screaming in agony and terror, as the creatures pulled him into the void. I kept running up and up the stairs and didn’t dare to look behind me. Somehow I was able to reach the top of the stairs, and when I did I collapsed to the floor, shaking uncontrollably, tears still streaming down my face as I covered my face, screaming.
Someone tapped my shoulder, and as I uncovered my face I realized it was my physics teacher. She stared at me, with a mix of emotions on her face. She held her hand out, gesturing me to get up. When I got up I realized she wasn’t the only one there… all the teachers that taught my class were there, in a line all staring at me. Some were crying, some just stared blankly at me with no expression.
“You’re going to have to go to the headmasters office, I’m sorry..” She said, her voice slightly quivering.
When we arrived, she opened the door and as she shut it, I heard the sound of the door locking. That’s when I realized, this wasn’t the headmasters office….
That was a few hours ago, now i’m still here. My phone’s on 46%, and I’m just sitting here, wondering if it was worth it. I should’ve just listened. Now I’ve lost my best friend and I’m going to rot here, and if anyone finds me they’ll only find my decaying body. I’m posting this for everyone to know my story, and to say goodbye.

I didn't see any discussions in the community and comtent that is outside of the actual show, so I have no idea who and what I'm being shown on the screen. Especially episode 5, who is that girl? What is this manor? It was never brought up in the show before except one flashback in episode 4 that brought no info. Who is that going crazy dysfunctional botthat goes killing everyone? Why does she do it? Why Uzi even went into their memories in episode 5? Why is Doll hunting them? Literally nothing is explained in the show and I'm so confused...

So today I went to a local park to have a catch up with my friend.
On the way there an elderly man who I reckon was in his 70s was kind of randomly standing in the pavement but I didn’t really notice anything. He walked in front of me but looked behind him at me a couple of times. I entered the park gates and he stood there and it seemed like he waited for me to go past.
I still didn’t really notice anything at this time and went and sat on a bench to wait for my friend. I started to go on my phone whilst I waited.
Then, after a couple of minutes I looked up and saw he was hiding behind a bush staring at me. He didn’t even look away or walk off when he saw me look at him.
I kind of began to panic and wasn’t sure what to do. Thankfully, I saw my friend coming up the path and I walked towards her, I didn’t see the old man after that. I think he left me alone when he realised I wasn’t going to be by myself. I told my friend what happened and she said she saw him from a distance and found it a bit odd, but wasn’t close enough to make a proper judgment.
TLDR: Weird old ass mf stalks me in a park 👍

I (31M) have a wife (27F). We sleep in different rooms. It might sound strange, but my wife has some sort of bad experience of having someone near her when she sleeps, and I don't have any issue with sleeping separately, but from time to time I want to feel her warm and scent in my bed. Yesterday my sister (33F) asked me to let her pass the night at my house. She and her concubine got drunk, had a fight, and then he kicked her out of the house. It was late and she had nowhere to go. At first, I doubted whether I should help her. And that’s why.
First, I was bought up in austerity, whilst she was living in luxury. For example, I had wood toys, sometimes played with utensils, while she had whatever she wanted; I slept on a floor mattress, she had a king size bed; parents dropped and picked her up at school when I had to walk on my own and so for. Yes, we have the same parents, and we lived in the same house. Parents believed that boys should be reared strictly, even severely ‘to form a spine’, and girls should be mothered, treated with care and affection. No matter what happened, parents always sided with her, and only I was getting the cane. Let alone that she was a fresh fair maiden, and I was an ordinary boy. I can’t recall a day without being dismayed with such injustice, although when I matured, I came to the conclusion that it must be a normal and common phenomenon.
Second, we are not really close; she was rough with me back in the days. Maybe she just copied parents’ attitude towards me, but still… We rarely talk to each other (guess why), although I've learnt that she has been seeking someone to finally settle down and get a child for last 2 years. You know, "the clock is ticking" and so on. And it is kind of strange to me why she would have such a problem at all, because she is really pretty, namely, cute face, sweet voice, narrow shoulders, thin waist, wide pelvic, deep thighs etc. Perhaps she is a bit spoiled and no man can match her standards.
Now you might understand why I was confused that out of all her men, friends, acquaintances and even parents she called me. The one who she neglected and mistreated. In the night. Drunk.
But she is my sister after all...
Let bygones be bygones. Wife was already dreaming, and I decided not to disturb her to discuss it. So, I called for her. As I step out of the car, she raced over and hugged me tightly. This had never happened before. Like really never. I was confused for a few seconds, but the alcohol odour emanating from her brought me back. I helped her to pack things, and drove back home. Since we have only 2 bedrooms—mine and wife's—I offered her to sleep on the lounge convertible sofa-bed. She refused, like, she fears to sleep alone in new places (she has never been in my house). Well, okay. I said that I could stay near her until she fell asleep. She declined it as well. Okay. I suggested her to sleep in my bed, and I would sleep on the floor in the same room. She finally agreed. She went to the shower in the meantime I was changing the bedclothes and setting up my new ‘bed’. When I was relaxed and almost lost consciousness, she came in, woke me up and asked, "Are you sleeping already?" With great force I restrained myself from slapping her damn smirk off her face. Following that she said that it must be uncomfortable to sleep on the floor, and that two of us can freely fit in the bed. At first, I thought I had a fever dream (was it really my sister who said it??), but minutes later my backache reminded me that I was awake. At this time I was completely exhausted and could barely think. Ok. I brought another blanket and pillow and fainted away. Couple of minutes later I woke up from heat. I found us spooning, i.e. she hugged me from the back and rested her left leg on mine. I slowly turned my head – she was sleeping. I had mixed emotions. On the one hand it seemed ill and wrong. (Is it normal to sleep with siblings like that?) On the other hand the warm was spreading through my body, her fragrance, the hug and closeness arouse some pleasant feeling deep inside. Something mild and tender. The feeling I had been missing for years. In the end I pulled myself together and gently put her leg and arm away, covered her with her blanket, and then myself with my blanket from head to toe trying to forget it. Then it happened. I felt that someone is kissing me on the lips. (I used to awaken my wife in such a way; sometimes she did it too). In all innocence I started kissing back. Next, I felt how palms were sliding down my torso. When they stopped at my pubic I opened my eyes and saw my sister sitting on me in panties. My weary mind could hardly process it, so I just calmly asked, "What?" She called me pervert, took the pillow and blanket, bursted out of the room and went downstairs. My wife entered right after. She looked at me in disgust and silently walked away.
I haven’t left my room yet. In addition, parents called me and asked to put sister up for a week.
I haven’t slept a wink since it. Thoughts tumble about. What do I do? Girls, what did I do wrong? Maybe I should have booked a motel or a hotel and left her drunk there? Or just ignored the call? I don't know... I need a piece of advice.
P.S. I'm sorry If I posted it in a wrong category or let some errors slip away. It is extremely hard to me to focus on something right now.

Jenna sighed as she lay on her bed, feeling restless and unsatisfied. She had just come back from another failed date with yet another man who couldn't satisfy her needs in the bedroom. As much as she tried to be patient and understanding, it was getting harder and harder for her to hide her frustration.
She needed something more than what these men were offering her. Something intense, something that would push her to her limits and leave her begging for more. But where could she find such an experience? And who could provide it for her?
As she lay there, lost in thought, her eyes landed on a photo of her best friend Reese. They had been friends since childhood, but over the years their relationship had evolved into something deeper and more intimate. Although they had never crossed the line into a sexual relationship, Jenna often found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Reese.
Reese was everything Jenna wasn't - pale-skinned, red-haired, and adventurous. She was always up for trying new things and pushing boundaries, which is why Jenna knew that if anyone could give her the experience she craved, it would be Reese.
But how could she ask her best friend for something so intimate and potentially destructive to their friendship? What if Reese rejected her or worse, laughed at her? The thought of being vulnerable and exposed like that was terrifying, but Jenna knew she had to take the risk.
Steeling her nerves, Jenna picked up her phone and texted Reese. "Hey, can we talk?"
Reese responded almost immediately. "Sure! Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to talk to you about something important."
A few minutes later, Reese arrived at Jenna's apartment, looking concerned. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"
Jenna took a deep breath before speaking. "I...I have something to tell you. Or rather, something to ask you."
Reese nodded encouragingly. "You can tell me anything, you know that."
Jenna swallowed hard. "I want you to torture me."
There was a moment of stunned silence before Reese burst out laughing. "Wait, what? You're joking, right?"
Jenna shook her head. "No, I'm serious. I need this, Reese. I need someone who can push me beyond my limits and give me the intensity I've been missing."
Reese looked skeptical. "And you think I can do that?"
"Yes," said Jenna firmly. "I trust you, and I know you won't hurt me. Please, just hear me out."
Reese hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing. "Okay, go on."
Jenna explained her desires in detail, describing the kinds of sensations she wanted to experience and the ways in which she hoped Reese could help her achieve them. As she spoke, she felt a sense of relief washing over her, knowing that she was finally able to express her true self to someone.
Reese listened carefully, taking in every word. When Jenna finished talking, she paused for a moment before responding. "Wow, I didn't realize you were feeling this way. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me."
Jenna let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you're willing to listen."
Reese smiled. "Of course. So, what exactly are you looking for here? Do you have any specific requests or preferences?"
Jenna thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I'd really like to explore some foot worship and domination. I've always been fascinated by feet, and I'd love to feel your hands on mine, worshipping them like they're gods."
Reese chuckled. "Gods, huh? Well, I can definitely make that happen. Anything else?"
Jenna bit her lip nervously. "I'd also like to try some bondage and spanking. I've always been curious about those things, but I've never had the courage to try them until now."
Reese nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Those can be great tools for building anticipation and control. Anything else?"
Jenna shook her head. "Not really. Just whatever you think will work best to get me to that next level of pleasure."
Reese grinned mischievously. "Alright then, consider it done. I'll bring everything we need tomorrow night. Get ready for the experience of a lifetime."
The next day passed slowly for Jenna, who spent most of it anxiously waiting for Reese to arrive. Finally, when the clock struck 8 pm, there was a knock on her door. Her heart racing, Jenna opened it to see Reese standing there, holding a large bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
"Hi," said Reese, giving her a coy smile. "Ready for our little session?"
Jenna swallowed hard. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Reese stepped inside and set down the bag, pulling out several items including rope, nipple clamps, and a paddle. Jenna couldn't help but gulp at the sight of them, her excitement mixed with a touch of trepidation.
"First things first," said Reese, pouring two glasses of wine. "Let's start with a toast."
They clinked glasses and took a sip, letting the sweet liquid calm their nerves. Then, without further ado, Reese began the process of binding Jenna's wrists and ankles with intricate knots, leaving her lying face down on the bed.
Once Jenna was securely tied, Reese moved behind her and started massaging her shoulders and back, working out the tension from a long day at work. Jenna closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of Reese's strong fingers digging into her muscles, relaxing her body and mind.
After a few minutes, Reese moved down to Jenna's legs, tracing circles around her calves and thighs before moving up to her inner thighs. Jenna squirmed involuntarily as Reese teased her sensitive skin, lightly brushing her fingers against her folds.
Then, without warning, Reese grabbed the paddle and smacked it hard against Jenna's bottom, making her yelp in surprise. Before she could fully process what was happening, Reese continued raining blows down on her ass, each strike eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a low moan.
Despite the initial shock, Jenna found herself enjoying the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, her body reacting instinctively to the stimulation. She arched her back, begging for more, and Reese happily obliged, increasing the pace and force of the spanks until Jenna's entire body was throbbing with desire.
When Reese finally stopped, Jenna was left panting and drenched with sweat, her skin flushed and tingling. Reese leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering hotly in her ear. "How does that feel, baby? Are you ready for more?"
Jenna could barely speak through her heavy breathing, but she managed a weak "Yes" before collapsing back onto the bed.
Reese chuckled softly. "Good girl. Now, let's move on to the main event."
She reached for the nipple clamps and expertly attached them to Jenna's tender buds, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. Next came the foot worship, with Reese kneeling at the end of the bed and reverently kissing and caressing Jenna's feet, praising them as if they were divine artifacts.
Jenna reveled in the attention, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation of Reese's lips and tongue dancing across her skin. She wriggled her toes, delighting in the way they seemed to come alive under Reese's ministrations.
Before long, however, Reese switched gears again, removing the nipple clamps and replacing them with clothespins, sending waves of agony and arousal coursing through Jenna's body. She bit her lip to stop from crying out, loving the way the pain heightened her sensitivity to every touch.
Reese continued to play with Jenna's breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and brutal pinches, driving her wild with lust. By the time she moved on to sucking and biting Jenna's neck, Jenna was a quivering mess of raw emotion, desperate for release.
Finally, Reese climbed on top of Jenna and positioned herself above her mouth, rubbing her wetness against Jenna's lips. "Lick me," she commanded, thrusting her hips forward.
Jenna eagerly complied, diving into Reese's folds with abandon, tasting her sweet nectar and reveling in the sounds of her pleasure. Reese bucked and thrashed beneath her, riding the wave of bliss, until finally she exploded in a frenzy of gasps and moans.
Jenna lay back, exhausted but satisfied, as Reese untied her bindings and pulled her into her arms. They lay together in contented silence for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.
Eventually, Reese broke the stillness. "So, did you enjoy your experience?"
Jenna smiled. "More than I could have imagined. Thank you for giving me this."
Reese pressed a kiss to her forehead. "My pleasure, sweetheart. Anytime you need it, just let me know."
Jenna snuggled closer, already dreaming of their next encounter.

My mum has three sisters. We were invited to a wedding. I (20f at the time) really wanted to wear a dress but I was extremely hesitant because I hadn't wore one for years. I hated my body back then and I thought every dress looked bad. I found a beautiful red dress and gave it a chance. The saleswomen gave me all sorts of compliments but I was hesitant. But given the enthusiasm and the affordable price I bought it. My aunts were the first to see it and found it nice. I was ecstatic until I tried it in front of mum who said it didn't fit me. I didn't believe her at first. She put me in front of the mirror and shown me where it looked bad. She also took a picture of me wearing it and zoomed on the photo to emphasize her points. By the end I realized the dress was not flattering at all. When my aunts payed a visit she made me wear the dress again and told them how bad it looked. She shown them the photo as well. They said it really wasn't good and they wondered how they didn't notice it at first.
To say I was disappointed will be an understatement. On top of it my mum kept bringing it up. Every time a photo of a dress would pop up on Facebook she would comment things like "Look how good that dress fits her, not like the one you bought", "Your dress should have been like this in order to look good on you", "That dress was made to only fit thin people" etc. She would also show my the photo she took to point out its flaws.
One day I had enough and demanded to not talk about it again. Every time she would bring it up I would stop her. Every time she complained because I wasn't letting her express herself and give me advice. One day of me refusing to speak about it again she snapped and ranted about me not being hostile with my aunts for it. She asked why I didn't believe her but immediately believed them when they said the same. She accused me of favouriting them over her because I always listen to them without complaining.
I ended up going shopping with my mum to find a new dres. We eventually found the perfect dress for the wedding. My mum told the saleswoman about the dress situation too. I got annoyed but didn't say anything. Until the day of the wedding she kept accusing me of favouritism. My mum might be a pain in the ass sometimes but I think I was the asshole for forbidding her to express her opinion. She didn't have ill intentions and she was right. I think I made a big deal out of it especially since the dress truly looked bad on me. So, once again, AITA?

Hi guys, Im a str8 university student Dom, Im BRA and Im 20 years old. I m currently single. Some time ago I decided to enter the world of domination, because I love it when they obey me and do everything to make me happy, even if he is not. I've been trying with a few men for a while, but haven't found any for long term or TPE, mostly just sessions and honestly I don't really like just sessions.
So I'm looking for guys who were born to be sub, their only intent is to please someone, looking for an obedient and loyal guy who will do whatever I say and wherever I want. I'm looking for str8 guys, military, married, fiancé, boyfriend, newbies or guys addicted to stroke/cum who need control. As for body type I want lean, muscular, fit guys, I don't really like chubby but if you think you might be a good sub, send a body pic you might be accepted. My kinks are chastity, humiliation, orgasm and bladder control, cbt, swearing, denial, edging, cumplay, assplay, toys, TPE, among others. I like to command everything about you and be obeyed, many times I can be rough and rude, but if I deserve it I know how to be affectionate and give compliments I want to maybe talk about everything. No, Im not here to exchange nudes with you, being used for my pleasure is reward enough. So as I said in the beginning Im not looking for sessions, so if you want that don't message me. Don't waste your time or mine. One more thing I'm not one to chase after anyone so if you just view my message or wait for me to send you something, you can forget about me because I found someone else. So be willing. If you think you fit the profile, send me a DM with an introduction about yourself, your kinks, limits, asl, pictures of yourself and tell me more about it. I hope to hear from you my (maybe) future little boy.
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So, my idea for this Nen Ability, was inspired partially by the current HxH Succession Contest Arc, in which the 14 princes of the Kakin Empire fight to the death in a contest to decide the next heir to the Kakin throne. What inspired me was the Seed Urn, a Conjured Pot, which had existed for what would presumably be a long time, in order for the Kakin Empire to rise from a lower status to the empire it was currently. Just briefly remind people how the Seed Urn works, To prove one's inheritance to the urn, the host (in this case, one of the 14 Princes) focuses their desire for the crown and offers a drop of their blood to the urn, then puts their hand in its mouth-like opening. At this point, a purple smoke fumes from the urn with a tiny female sprite dressed in Kakin traditional clothing holding a small egg, which she inserts into the host's mouth. The princes will thus be granted a Guardian Spirit Beast when the egg hatches. This beast, although it can't be seen or controlled by the princes, defends the princes in different ways, feeding on their host's Nen to maintain themselves, and possess its own Nen abilities that may different from the user's Nen Type, but are based on the personality and nature of the user.
Since I'd imagine this Urn was created from a Nen Ability, probably from one of the first royals of the Kakin Empire, then I figured there could be similar abilities like it. What if there were post-mortem conjured Nen items that were akin to artifacts in the modern times of HxH? Artifacts that could have incredible powers as a result of them being Post-Mortem Nen creations?
So I came up with an idea for a similar Nen Ability, known as "Familial Imp Shrine". Just a warning, it's very detailed and could be confusing, but I explained as best I could. A Cultist Nen User from long ago had a specialization ability that allowed him to summon a shrine with incredible properties. He was backstabbed and killed by his own members of the religion he had founded, but even after his death, the Shrine remained, possible out of an unyielding desire for his beliefs to live on after his end. The Shrine was lost to time, but was eventually uncovered in a ruin by the Hunter Association, where one of my characters ultimately finds the Shrine within his possession.
After researching the Shrine via the Hunters' Tavern, he finds old writings from the Cultist's religion, and through what he learns, activates the conditions for the Familial Imp Shrine.
The Shrine, which resembles a mini Pagoda, is about 7 feet long and 7 feet wide, with a floor, and thin pillars connecting the floor and the Pagoda-style roof. Inside the shrine is a bronze statue, of a demon with four faces, in a meditation pose. The left hand of the statue holds a knife, and the right hand holds a cup. On the lap of the statue sits seven individually colored incense holders with incense in them, always lit. In his research of the shrine, my character found seven different prayers associated with the shrine, each seven lines long, and each corresponding with one of the seven deadly sins.
The way Familial Imp Shrine works, was if a person kneeled at the shrine, and prayed while perfectly reciting one of the seven prayers, then made an "offering" by cutting their finger on the blade, and letting blood drip from their finger into the cup, suddenly, the shrine would start glowing with Nen, and that Nen would enter the one who completed those prerequisites. Suddenly, one of the incense holders would vanish, and the person would then gain a Nen ability, starting with them being able to summon the incense holder that vanished when they made the offering.
Each Prayer mentioned is tied to a Sin, each Sin is tied to a specific incense, and each incense is tied to one of seven abilities the shrine will grant to seven different people who complete certain conditions at the shrine. If the person who does this isn't a Nen User at the start, they are baptized from when the Shrine's Nen floods into their body, and unlock the ability to use Nen, and through training, they will come to be able to use the ability associated with the incense prayer they read out, even though they didn't create the ability themselves. If the person is a Nen User, they will simply gain another Nen Ability, but won't immediately understand it.
Let me give an example: A guy named John goes to the shrine, and recites the prayer relating to the sin of Greed perfectly. He subsequently cuts his index finger on the knife of the demon statue, and drops blood from the injury into the cup of the demon statue. The shrine glows with Nen, which enters John, who is a Nen User, and one of the incense holders vanishes off of the shrine. In addition to his own Nen ability, John finds himself accidentally summoning this Incense Holder. But here's where the true power of the Incense Holder comes into play.
Each of the Incense Holders has an Incense stick in them, which is always lit. Upon being able to intentionally summon the Incense holders, smoke will rise from the stick, and summon a different Demon/Genie-like Nen Beast. These Nen Beasts are all a part of the same Family of Nen Beasts, called "Imps", hence the Shrine being called the "Familial Imp Shrine". Each Nen Beast summoned grants its own services to the summoner in the form of its own unique Nen ability, but each service has its own costs. Here's another example, and very brief summary of one of the powers:
John can now summon the Greed Incense Holder, and subsequently, the Imp Nen Beast associated with Greed, called "The Trader", who can conjure new items for John every day, but he can only buy them with physical objects that hold personal value to him, the costs varying on the item he's buying from the Nen Beast.
Some other examples of costs are from the Sloth Incense, which summons an Imp Nen beast who manages an artificially-created Nen Space that is similar to a hotel, but you have to pay the Imp, also known as the Hotelier, additional Aura to access a room. Each Nen Beast offers a service, with a cost.
You might be wondering however, what could stop a person from praying to the shrine multiple times, to allow that person to obtain multiple incenses? When a person prays and makes a blood sacrifice a second time after already doing so, the shrine kills them, and the incense ability they possessed is returned to the shrine, which mentions an important point. Anyone who dies with one of the incense abilities, that incense is returned to the shrine for someone else to obtain.
But lastly, there is one other result of praying to the shrine, and receiving an ability, that I have yet to mention. No matter who prays to the Shrine, if they have any other Nen Affinity besides Specialization, their affinity is forcibly changed to Specialization to fit the Ability they have inherited, which, although the Nen Beast may use conjuration or Transmutation, since the Beasts and the means of summoning them originate from a Specialization Ability, being the Familial Imp Shrine, the person's Nen type is forced to change to that. However, the person is then unable to create any new Nen Abilities using their new affinity towards Specialization. This is most catastrophic for established Nen Users, who might've been enhancers or emitters, as their established enhancement and emission techniques would be weaker and hard to maintain, thanks to the forced change in typing.
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I will make separate posts from this one, detailing all of the individual incense Nen Beast abilities, but for now I hope people have an idea about how the incenses work.
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But overall, the Conditions and Limitations of the Familial Imp Shrine are as follows:
The user has to read the proper seven line prayer perfectly, in front of the shrine while praying
The user has to give a drop of blood to the shrine statue
The user cannot to receive a second incense ability from the shrine, for otherwise they will die in the attempt of doing so
The user will forcibly become a specialist, and will be unable to create any new Nen abilities in that Nen category afterwards, and their potential in using abilities in other categories will change as a result
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I apologize for the long read, or any grammar mistakes as this took a while to write, but I welcome anyone has any suggestions about reworking it, as I know this isn't a perfect ability, and is more of an idea. However, I just want everyone to know that I worked really hard on creating this ability. Let me know what needs to be fixed, or if there are flaws in it, as I really want to make it better, if it needs to be. Let me know if you like it otherwise!

I don't normally bring my own personal views into conversations here on Reddit. They're just mine, they're not global, they don't really apply to any other human, and mostly they're just not correct. That's not how our opinions work. Opinions are not correct or incorrect, they're just our preference. And rarely does sharing personal preference lead to greater global insight.
But there are times in which it helps to understand where someone is personally coming from.
I'm not a big fan of centralized governance. I tend to think that most individuals can do a pretty fair job of determining their own principles, values, and ethical considerations.
I'm not a big fan of corporate structure. It feels at times as if we've given more lateral freedom to these paperwork abstracts than we have the humans that they're supposed to represent.
I say these things, because it creates bias in my thoughts and considerations regarding those groups. It makes me feel as though they're on the other side of the fence when it comes to things like my personal best interest.
I'd say that's probably a common theme for many.
What I'm proposing here. It's going to come across as being Pro-individual, because I am.
But it's not. It's a responsibility that all have to take, it's an understanding that being a stakeholder means we set our prejudices aside across the board. Not just in ways that we'd like or are okay with. It's accepting that at the stakeholder level, my personal best interest, isn't the most important thing. The most important thing is the net loss or gain for the entire body of stakeholders.
We hear the term and should be familiar with the idea of a share holder.
It's someone that has a vested interest, typically monetary, in an organization with the expectation to collect benefit from the investments required of actually being a shareholder.
You own a part of an organization, be it in the form of stocks and bonds, or just as an unwritten contract. After all, you're probably a shareholder of the business you work for, even if you have no stock at all. Their interest is your interest. They write your checks.
How does being a stakeholder differ?
I'm not a shareholder of Google, or OpenAI, or Microsoft. I have no vested interest that I can have a level of expectation for return. No stocks, no bonds, I don't work for them, they don't pay me to advertise, I have no association at all with any of that. I'm not a shareholder.
We're all stakeholders in these companies however. Every single last one of us. Even if we've not agreed to be, even if we do not want to be. Even if you've only just been born, even if you've never used technology in your life.
Because they are making global decisions today that can potentially affect every member of our species.
Choices about technology and AI. We're all stakeholders in those because it will affect each and every one of us.
We're all stakeholders in Nuclear Proliferation, Genetic Experimentation, Nanotechnology, Protein Folding, Space Exploration and a countless host of other ways in which the actions of any entity working in these fields, has the potential to affect all entities.
Stakeholders.
That's what being a stakeholder means, and it's all of us. Again, consent doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you agree, disagree, if you partake or not. These are species-wide systems that will affect us all.
What does it mean to be a responsible stakeholder?
Sucks right? Didn't even sign up for this responsibility, and now I'm already talking about the rules you must follow.
That's a terrible fucking system. But it's the reality we have and if your natural inclination is to be rebellious, the way I am, and stick your middle finger towards any concept that chafes with your ideals of individual choice. This will probably be a tough pill to swallow.
But I encourage you to at least consider it. Because we're not making it through this transition as share holders or even as free men and women that have no responsibility other than to our own personal needs.
We're in this together, like it or not.
Nobody has ever asked me to be a stakeholder. Nobody ever will. But I am, as are you, and it's probably a good idea to consider what it means.
It means I no longer get to place my personal or tribal needs above that of the whole any longer.
I no longer get to ignore what's best for a corporation, or a government, or an intelligence agency. I no longer get to ignore what's best for another bloc of humanity, just because it serves my own.
We're all equal. Including the groups that we'd rather not be. Corporations do have a stake in this. Governments do have a stake in this. Intelligence agencies do have a stake in this.
And they must all be considered, not as it pertains to my own personal benefit. Only as it pertains to the global benefit of all stakeholders.
I don't get to pick and choose. I don't get to create opportunity for one group while limiting it for another. I don't get to say, that because it serves the purpose of my shareholders it's the right thing to do no matter what.
Its not. If shareholders are making choices only for their own Bloc. If a corporation is making choices that damage the world in order to prop up their bottom line? That's not a stakeholder position.
If a government is enacting legislation that's clearly partisan? That's not a stakeholder position.
If I'm promoting my activism at the expense of any other group, even if I disagree with them? That's not a stakeholder stance.
A stakeholder stance is a simple one. I has to be. Because it cannot possess anything that any stakeholder would take offense to or disagree with.
So it can't be about opinions and values. Those are different for every single human on this planet.
It has to be a global set of standards that we say, alright. We're all adhering to this.
It has to be based in principles, not ideals. Facts, not beliefs. With the greatest consideration being given to the benefits as it pertains to every stakeholder, not just blocs within.
We can't make choices that are what's best for our constituents, best for our shareholders, best for our cause.
Not anymore. The weaponization of difference today has become too great. It's an existential threat to our species.
So instead, we must come to understand that our personal views and preferences, while very important to us personally. Do not belong at the stakeholder level of consideration.
Instead, just the principles. Be honest. Be as unbiased as you can. Focus on the objective world, while respecting the subjective. Understand that none of us can be experts in all things, and that it's alright to defer to expertise when we lack the education, but that expertise should never be mistaken for actuality. Not all experts focus on facts and the objective world. Not all expertise can be verified by any and all. We don't want to blindly believe any thing that touches our ears. Yet, we have to be able to lend a certain level of trust that sometimes our beliefs are just incorrect.
As a species, we're making this transition. As individuals, most aren't ready for it. Most of us want to be tribal. We want what's best for us and ours and if we're really being honest with ourselves, there's little room for any concern outside of that.
But I'm telling you, that model cannot lead us to a future. Not when a single angry individual that feels isolated and motivated towards hateful means has access to the power that today's technology is bringing about.
I respect most personal views. I'm not ideal, there are some things I just cannot respect, but I try my best to respect as many as possible even when I don't agree.
They're important. Vital even. I don't want to minimize any personal view.
But we have to get to a point in which we can set them aside long enough to help make decisions at the stakeholder level that aren't directly about us personally.
And to do that, we have to set them aside. We have to reach a foundation in which it doesn't matter who sits across from you. Be it a government, be it an intelligence officer, be it a corporate entity, be it an individual that is at the opposite end of your ideals. And find the common ground.
We're all stakeholders, and that's more important than any shareholder decision, or tribal decision we can make.
We're either going to figure this out, or this species will not survive much longer.