Hello, everybody! My name is Dahab Mokhtar, and I am a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Bareg, in the Asir Province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My family moved to the City of Ottawa, the Capital of Canada, eleven years ago. I am twenty three, and in six months I will graduate from the University of Ottawa with my Master's d...
"I hate these things," Eunice said, holding up a rubber object. It looked like a transparent latex tube with a hoop at each end. "It's easy," her friend, Erica said. "You slide the bottom hoop in like this." She demonstrated by inserting the smaller hoop between the folds of her vagina and pushing it up until the outer ring lay flat against her labia. "Se...
She was not sure what Michelle had been up to in the waiting room, but Robin emerged crawling on his hands and knees. Marching behind him, Michelle was violently kicking at his crotch to speed him along. The crowd was angry. SLAVE! SLAVE! SLAVE! Laura smiled with this coup. Robin was now just another dumb slave, she'd have him out of that suit and on the f...
This is an attempt at writing a script for my original story, a graphic novel that I have been developing alone for many years. The women marching and the overall reaction to Trump's election has motivated and inspired me to start writing and drawing art for it. I hope to someday publish the finished story online for everyone to see. Thank you everyone. -Ja...
While she lays, face down, in what they call "resting ready position," she has a lot of time to think. Between periodic check-ins and 2 or 3 daily appointments there isn't a lot going on around her most days. In a certain way, her comforts have been well attended to. Her neck rests on a comfortable pillow and she can look forward or to either side and view t...
Vanessa was standing outside of the makeshift classroom smoking one of the foul local cigarettes. She knew she shouldn't but she needed the fix. The thin mountain air made life as a smoker even harder. She ran her hand through her short nappy hair and along the shaved sides of her head. She took a hard drag on the cigarette and looked back at the school and...
Master Tony picked up the pruning shears and playfully snipped them a half-inch in front of my nose, turned to my wrists and cut the pink and green plastic ties. It had been a difficult two-hour modeling session, bent over with my wrists bound to a ballet bar and my shorts pulled down below my knees. Aika snapped endless shots from different angles, whil...
I could see her in my mind's eye. Even more I could feel her. Even their whispers were vaguely audible to me. I could not make out words so much as I could feel their emotional content. Though it was my long years of practice that allowed my third eye senses to distinguish their pleasure noises from the rain in the gutters. They were parked. She had been d...
This is set several years in the future from the 'Women in the Workplace' series. The FEM NOW party is in government and has passed a radical new workplace chastity law. ***** Jada knew she had landed on her feet with her first job. Fresh from graduation at Athena University, she had secured a well-paid and prestigious position within Osiris Investments; H...
"It's so funny." She laughed, tossed her hair to one side. "Men are under the total and utter belief that women's desire does not exist." "I didn't say that," he answered, "I just said that women don't want sex like men do. You don't think about it like we do, you won't go to the point of nearly destroying and debasing yourself just to get off." She raise...