Slaves to the grind NorthJersey.com - North Jersey News
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
By KIBRET MARKOS
Herald News
NEWARK - A Russian couple and an associate from Brooklyn were indicted Tuesday on charges that they forced dozens of Russian women to dance nude in New Jersey strip clubs after bringing them illegally to the United States.
Lev Trakhtenberg, 38, his wife, Viktoriya I'Lina, 38, and Sergey Malchikov, 41, face federal charges of conspiracy, forced labor, trafficking with respect to forced labor and conspiracy to commit extortion. They face up to 20 years in prison if convicted.
U.S. Attorney Christopher Christie announced the 12-count indictment Tuesday afternoon at the U.S. Attorney's Office, shortly after a federal judge ordered all three defendants held without bail.. . .
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Who's going to get degradation now?
Saturday, August 31
Rebecca was wearing a smart business suit today. I
watched impotently as the grey trousers dropped down
her long legs.
" I thought you might appreciate watching this, little
Crystal. After all, you are a lesbian, aren't you ?
It's a shame that poor Kristina isn't, but I'm sure
she'll do her best. "
I was aware of my own heavy breathing. Yes, I'm a
lesbian. On top of that, in reading the stories I wrote
on the internet, Rebecca must have known about my
arousal at humiliation. It was like she planned this
whole thing around my own kinks, and now I was having a
hard time controlling my excitement.
Kristina's body was so amazing. I couldn't tell you how
many times I had imagined what it would be like to take
a lover like her. My own age. Sexy. Confident.
Now I stood by while Rebecca Mitchell squirmed out of
her silky panties, and positioned herself over
Kristina's face, guiding her to the floor, on her
back. Rebecca knelt down, her knees aside Kristina's
shoulders. Like everything was for Rebecca, this was
just a display of power. She watched me for reaction as
she lowered her crotch onto my friend's face.
I was shaking despite myself. I don't know what aroused
me the most. It could have been the thought of being in
Rebecca's position, with lovely Kristina at her mercy.
Maybe it was the thought of Paula Brooks, standing At
attention in her silly little uniform. Or maybe...
maybe I imagined myself in Kristina's position...
... under Rebecca. Serving her the way I knew I could.
The thought burned through my body, and I could barely
stop myself from rubbing my crotch while I watched the
scene unfold.
Sweet victory this must have been for Rebecca, to
defeat me so completely, and yet know that I couldn't
control my arousal at the twisted scene she had
engineered.
watched impotently as the grey trousers dropped down
her long legs.
" I thought you might appreciate watching this, little
Crystal. After all, you are a lesbian, aren't you ?
It's a shame that poor Kristina isn't, but I'm sure
she'll do her best. "
I was aware of my own heavy breathing. Yes, I'm a
lesbian. On top of that, in reading the stories I wrote
on the internet, Rebecca must have known about my
arousal at humiliation. It was like she planned this
whole thing around my own kinks, and now I was having a
hard time controlling my excitement.
Kristina's body was so amazing. I couldn't tell you how
many times I had imagined what it would be like to take
a lover like her. My own age. Sexy. Confident.
Now I stood by while Rebecca Mitchell squirmed out of
her silky panties, and positioned herself over
Kristina's face, guiding her to the floor, on her
back. Rebecca knelt down, her knees aside Kristina's
shoulders. Like everything was for Rebecca, this was
just a display of power. She watched me for reaction as
she lowered her crotch onto my friend's face.
I was shaking despite myself. I don't know what aroused
me the most. It could have been the thought of being in
Rebecca's position, with lovely Kristina at her mercy.
Maybe it was the thought of Paula Brooks, standing At
attention in her silly little uniform. Or maybe...
maybe I imagined myself in Kristina's position...
... under Rebecca. Serving her the way I knew I could.
The thought burned through my body, and I could barely
stop myself from rubbing my crotch while I watched the
scene unfold.
Sweet victory this must have been for Rebecca, to
defeat me so completely, and yet know that I couldn't
control my arousal at the twisted scene she had
engineered.
Matildas duped into topless ad
August 27 2002
Australia's women's soccer team was duped into appearing topless and wearing only flesh-coloured G-strings in a foreign TV commercial, opposition sport spokeswoman Kate Lundy said today.
She said the Matildas had no idea they were expected to be semi-naked when they agreed to film the advertisement in the lead-up to the Sydney 2000 Olympics.
But Senator Lundy said they were pressured to take off their clothes to raise money for the team.
She has demanded a proposed inquiry into soccer in Australia investigate the problems associated with the funding, management and selection of the Matildas and the allegations they were tricked into appearing topless.
"Some of them at least were duped, were tricked into appearing in the ad and the questions I've raised in parliament will hopefully mean this matter can be gotten to the bottom of," Senator Lundy told Channel Seven.
"I'm certainly no wowser but it's not fair that our female athletes have to participate in this kind of activity for the good of their sport."
. . .
How degrading!
This is Kaitlyn, " explained Cindy. "She's my very
favourite pony. "
Pony ? Allison shook her head slightly. Why was this
woman accepting this treatment by a group of young
girls. The tall, lean woman was almost entirely naked.
Aside from the headgear, there was an outlandish
apparatus protruding from her behind which simulated a
pony's tail.
The pony's hands were bound tightly with cloth, and
fitted into little silver shoes that were styled to
look like hoofs. They hung uselessly in front of her.
Her body was lean and tanned, and her little breasts
bounced firmly as Cindy paraded her in front of the
other girls. Little silver rings protruded from the
woman's puffy nipples.
favourite pony. "
Pony ? Allison shook her head slightly. Why was this
woman accepting this treatment by a group of young
girls. The tall, lean woman was almost entirely naked.
Aside from the headgear, there was an outlandish
apparatus protruding from her behind which simulated a
pony's tail.
The pony's hands were bound tightly with cloth, and
fitted into little silver shoes that were styled to
look like hoofs. They hung uselessly in front of her.
Her body was lean and tanned, and her little breasts
bounced firmly as Cindy paraded her in front of the
other girls. Little silver rings protruded from the
woman's puffy nipples.
Friday, August 30
The Auction part of the auction...
Jeremy was astonished by the auction itself. Those being placed on the auction block covered the entire range of genders from male to female and everything in between. They also ranged quite dramatically in age. The audience consisted primarily of experienced dominants -- both masters and mistresses -- but also including a sprinkling of men, women, and couples who were not active in the D/S scene but who had heard in some way about the auction and were there either out of curiosity or because of a sincere desire to obtain a submissive as a sex slave or servant.
The first submissive to be brought before the crowd of potential buyers was an absolutely gorgeous young woman who looked to be about 20. She had long red hair, a classically pretty face, large breasts, and an hourglass figure. She was naked except for a collar around her neck, and she was lead on-stage on her hands and knees pulled by a leash held by her mistress. When she was instructed then to stand up with her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide, Jeremy noticed that her nipples, ears, and privates were all pierced with small gold rings. Even before the bidding began, the young girl's mistress demonstrated the girl's willingness to accept physical punishment. The mistress also invited potential purchasers to come up on the stage to inspect the girl up close. One master in the audience brought with him a rather large dildo, which he used to establish that the girl was willing, and able, to accept such a large object inside of her.
Jeremy was astonished by the auction itself. Those being placed on the auction block covered the entire range of genders from male to female and everything in between. They also ranged quite dramatically in age. The audience consisted primarily of experienced dominants -- both masters and mistresses -- but also including a sprinkling of men, women, and couples who were not active in the D/S scene but who had heard in some way about the auction and were there either out of curiosity or because of a sincere desire to obtain a submissive as a sex slave or servant.
The first submissive to be brought before the crowd of potential buyers was an absolutely gorgeous young woman who looked to be about 20. She had long red hair, a classically pretty face, large breasts, and an hourglass figure. She was naked except for a collar around her neck, and she was lead on-stage on her hands and knees pulled by a leash held by her mistress. When she was instructed then to stand up with her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide, Jeremy noticed that her nipples, ears, and privates were all pierced with small gold rings. Even before the bidding began, the young girl's mistress demonstrated the girl's willingness to accept physical punishment. The mistress also invited potential purchasers to come up on the stage to inspect the girl up close. One master in the audience brought with him a rather large dildo, which he used to establish that the girl was willing, and able, to accept such a large object inside of her.
Thursday, August 29
Spleenville World Domination Headquarters This is GOOD stuff.
Call me Shekwan
Throw away your white man's name at Louis Farrakhan African Name Generator. (Question: why is Farrakhan still calling himself Louis? He should change his name to Farouq Khan; then he can go around saying things like, "I bring the wrath of Khan!" I really have been in a Star Trek mood. Perhaps I shall go to the video store.)
A gift of the GOC.
Call me Shekwan
Throw away your white man's name at Louis Farrakhan African Name Generator. (Question: why is Farrakhan still calling himself Louis? He should change his name to Farouq Khan; then he can go around saying things like, "I bring the wrath of Khan!" I really have been in a Star Trek mood. Perhaps I shall go to the video store.)
A gift of the GOC.
Tuesday, August 27
Two friends, a blonde and a redhead, are walking down the street and pass a
flower shop where the redhead happens to see her boyfriend buying flowers.
She sighs and says, "Oh, crap, my boyfriend is buying me flowers again."
The blonde looks quizzically at her and says, "You don't like getting
flowers?" The redhead says, "I love getting flowers, but he always has
expectations after giving me flowers, and I just don't feel like spending
the next three days on my back with my legs in the air."
The blonde says, "Don't you have a vase?"
flower shop where the redhead happens to see her boyfriend buying flowers.
She sighs and says, "Oh, crap, my boyfriend is buying me flowers again."
The blonde looks quizzically at her and says, "You don't like getting
flowers?" The redhead says, "I love getting flowers, but he always has
expectations after giving me flowers, and I just don't feel like spending
the next three days on my back with my legs in the air."
The blonde says, "Don't you have a vase?"
My Porn Name Obediant sluts will go to this site and apply for a porn name. Then report the name issuesd here for all to see.
Sunday, August 25
Well, master, I was working around the house to prepar it nicely for you and I was cooking a wonderful meal for you, slow baking actually and then I heard a thundering noise of horses hooves outside the cabin. I tensed and was terrified then, but I know what you have tuaght me and I was prepared for the invasion of some villian. Instead, through the peephole, I saw a tall, rugged Royal Canadian Mounted Policeman in his regal red coat carrying a larege black bludgeon of some kind. He damanded to be admitted for enquiries. Of course I let him in and then--when I squatted down to give him my best and most attentive oral responses--he lost all interest in his investigation. I heard that they always get their man, but they always get me too! I was mounted by a Mountie, Master! What should I do? Do I have to service his horse as well now to be put down as fully cooperative?
Sid's Toy
"Damn it, Nancy, it's so fantastic to think I actually have you in this position," I said. "I don't think I can ever thank Sid enough for giving me this gift tonight.""Oh, you will," Nancy said. "Don't worry about that. Sid will find a way for you to pay him back. And it's not a gift. It's just a loan. I'm just an investment to Sid. My body is a commodity. He loans it out for profit, not generosity.... David -- listen -- just listen -- think of the worst things you ever wanted to do to a woman. The lowest, most disgusting, most unimaginable things. Things you could never even tell anyone, things no girl would begin to consider. I'll do it for you, David. All of it. Anything. I'll degade myself, I'll prostrate myself, I'll go to any depths, I'll crawl through the mud. For you. Anything you want. Please."
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The Good Wife Room This is a new and excellent MSN Group for those with theri priorities in proper order.
Friday, August 23
The Dirty Dozen
Wanking women give up their secretsTo educate myself, [not me--him!] I posted an email petition to numerous lusty gal-pals, begging them to share with me the secrets of their solitary snatch-games. Myriad muff-mauling techniques arrived.
Wanking women give up their secretsTo educate myself, [not me--him!] I posted an email petition to numerous lusty gal-pals, begging them to share with me the secrets of their solitary snatch-games. Myriad muff-mauling techniques arrived.
Thursday, August 22
Wednesday, August 21
Arts & Letters Daily - ideas, criticism, debate
hundreds of online magazines and newspapers to choose the six or so
interesting stories, intellectual controversies, and book reviews he
links in each day. In these days of information glut, everybody
needs a filter, and he's one of the best. He has companion sites as
well, SciTech Review and Business Daily Review.
hundreds of online magazines and newspapers to choose the six or so
interesting stories, intellectual controversies, and book reviews he
links in each day. In these days of information glut, everybody
needs a filter, and he's one of the best. He has companion sites as
well, SciTech Review and Business Daily Review.
Tuesday, August 20
Sunday, August 18
Found on the web in a Yahoo group, ParadiseForSubmissiveFemales. Can't link you there unfortunately:
"Don't you find it, well, degrading?" the interviewer continued.
i could see that we were clearly worlds apart, she and i. Degrading? i had a lot to say about that.
"How can i possibly convey to you how proud i am to be Sir Rigel's personal property, His own, His slave?" i shake my head, and so does she. She's dressed in the latest Armani; shoes must have cost at least $150, dripping a few thousand dollars worth of gold and diamonds on her fingers. i know. Those things used to be important to me.
i resist the temptation to touch my rings. Those that adorn my nipples and my labia. i also resist the temptation to drift into the marvelous memories of those piercings. September 26, 19xx, December 31, 19xx. Those were the first two. Well, not technically; the first one was when i pierced my ear at His command.
"Can you tell me..." she begins to ask, but i cut her off.
"i have to tell you about ...degradation. You make it sound like a bad thing." i smile. i have her complete attention. "It CAN be," i continue, "at the hands of the wrong person, or wrong time. But," and here, i know i'm going to have to work hard to make her understand, "there are times that i need... i crave degradation." i pause and let that sink in. i lean in more closely, my voice barely above a whisper and ask, "Haven't you ever wanted to do something really...depraved, animal, perverse, something really...dirty?" i smile as she nervously shifts her papers and recrosses her legs.
"He makes me do things that i would never allow myself to do...things that i might otherwise find...degrading." i pour her another cup of coffee from the lovely coffee service on the table, and continue. "You, might find that...degrading. i find it exciting. But, degradation is more than that. It's...doing something that's clearly degrading in anyone's eyes, purely to please my Master. Something...that i find..beneath me, disgusting, humiliating, just because He says so." And in that instant, i see myself crawling on all fours, naked, lapping at my food on the floor...lapping at His warm cream on my oatmeal...licking His shoes...and yet filled with warmth inside...aware of the fact that i do this for Him. What more pure expression of love can there be?
"And..." she struggles to continue,"you...enjoy this?"
A good slave's self-knowledge is a beautiful thing. Now dip this dildo in chocolate syrup and enjoy your disgusting, twisted reward, slut.
"Don't you find it, well, degrading?" the interviewer continued.
i could see that we were clearly worlds apart, she and i. Degrading? i had a lot to say about that.
"How can i possibly convey to you how proud i am to be Sir Rigel's personal property, His own, His slave?" i shake my head, and so does she. She's dressed in the latest Armani; shoes must have cost at least $150, dripping a few thousand dollars worth of gold and diamonds on her fingers. i know. Those things used to be important to me.
i resist the temptation to touch my rings. Those that adorn my nipples and my labia. i also resist the temptation to drift into the marvelous memories of those piercings. September 26, 19xx, December 31, 19xx. Those were the first two. Well, not technically; the first one was when i pierced my ear at His command.
"Can you tell me..." she begins to ask, but i cut her off.
"i have to tell you about ...degradation. You make it sound like a bad thing." i smile. i have her complete attention. "It CAN be," i continue, "at the hands of the wrong person, or wrong time. But," and here, i know i'm going to have to work hard to make her understand, "there are times that i need... i crave degradation." i pause and let that sink in. i lean in more closely, my voice barely above a whisper and ask, "Haven't you ever wanted to do something really...depraved, animal, perverse, something really...dirty?" i smile as she nervously shifts her papers and recrosses her legs.
"He makes me do things that i would never allow myself to do...things that i might otherwise find...degrading." i pour her another cup of coffee from the lovely coffee service on the table, and continue. "You, might find that...degrading. i find it exciting. But, degradation is more than that. It's...doing something that's clearly degrading in anyone's eyes, purely to please my Master. Something...that i find..beneath me, disgusting, humiliating, just because He says so." And in that instant, i see myself crawling on all fours, naked, lapping at my food on the floor...lapping at His warm cream on my oatmeal...licking His shoes...and yet filled with warmth inside...aware of the fact that i do this for Him. What more pure expression of love can there be?
"And..." she struggles to continue,"you...enjoy this?"
A good slave's self-knowledge is a beautiful thing. Now dip this dildo in chocolate syrup and enjoy your disgusting, twisted reward, slut.
If you were an armed robber what could be more degrading than this story getting out in da hood?
May 10th 2002 Transsexual Defeats Car Jackers (My Police Statement - May 10 2002 around 5:30pm)
While driving south on Main St. around Santa Clara "Daylight Time" with my stereo turned up, these black teenage (hearing my stereo) "kids" were smiling and gesturing, and I was reading their lips "Nice Rims" at me, while at a stoplight. They looked young…
from:
May 10th 2002 Transsexual Defeats Car Jackers (My Police Statement - May 10 2002 around 5:30pm)
While driving south on Main St. around Santa Clara "Daylight Time" with my stereo turned up, these black teenage (hearing my stereo) "kids" were smiling and gesturing, and I was reading their lips "Nice Rims" at me, while at a stoplight. They looked young…
from:
Saturday, August 17
You've been such a good boy Rover. I think I will give you a special treat tonight. It will really put a wag in your tail! Heh, heh. Juicy Jo loves the way you are so selfish and so totally goal oriented. No desire to be considerate or generous in your fervidity, eh, boy?
Sunday, August 11
From The LitiGator Silly-ass lawsuits, part 2
A wrongful death suit has been filed by the family of Beatrice Booth, an 83-year-old woman who was hit by a door in a Target store in Amityville, New York as she was trying to exit the store by using the entrance door. As another customer was entering, the door opened and hit her in the head. She died a week later of complications of a head injury. The claim: the doors were not well marked and were confusing. And they opened too fast. (from Newsday)
A wrongful death suit has been filed by the family of Beatrice Booth, an 83-year-old woman who was hit by a door in a Target store in Amityville, New York as she was trying to exit the store by using the entrance door. As another customer was entering, the door opened and hit her in the head. She died a week later of complications of a head injury. The claim: the doors were not well marked and were confusing. And they opened too fast. (from Newsday)
Saturday, August 10
Have you ever dreamed about being verbally berated and slapped across the face by an aggressive, high heeled bitch while strangers watch and whisper? Does your pulse quicken at the thought of people pointing and laughing while you're led through the shopping mall on a dog leash? If that flush of embarrassment turns you on, then you are one of many submissives who enjoy public humiliation.
Friday, August 9
Two dollar bill page. The most recent printing of United States' two dollar bills is the series from 1995. The bills have been around for a long time, with samples from 1928, 1953, and 1963 being relatively common. The modern U.S. two dollar bills were introduced in 1976, for the U.S. bicentennial celebration. After a great deal of fanfare at the time of their release, they are virtually uncirculated today.
Ah, well I just thought of this, Slut Dripping, because you are hotter than a $2 pistol.
Ah, well I just thought of this, Slut Dripping, because you are hotter than a $2 pistol.
Watch this stunning sweet fantasy blonde get degraded into bisexual sex. And she isn't event he right girl.
Pornography, Sex, and Feminism is a defense of pornography against both feminist and conservative criticisms of the genre, emphasizing what the two positions have in common.
The book argues that both feminist and conservative moral criticisms of pornography rest on illusions about the value of human beings and on platitudinous beliefs about the wrongness of degradation. Feminist critics of pornography, in purporting to find degradation in its images, uncritically accept traditional, conservative standards of what is sexually degrading. How these feminists read pornographic images is thereby determined by dominant conservative social meanings, which they in effect endorse instead of transcending.
The book argues that both feminist and conservative moral criticisms of pornography rest on illusions about the value of human beings and on platitudinous beliefs about the wrongness of degradation. Feminist critics of pornography, in purporting to find degradation in its images, uncritically accept traditional, conservative standards of what is sexually degrading. How these feminists read pornographic images is thereby determined by dominant conservative social meanings, which they in effect endorse instead of transcending.
Monday, August 5
This just in from the email:
oh god... you do know to get my cunt dripping wet
don't you, Master?
On my back.. legs high in the air...sucking and
licking on the dildo... cocksucker and twatlapper in
one...
I am less than your dog master. I will suck your dog.
I will swallow his cum. With the flashbulbs going off.
your nasty little slut toy
J
--- master@... wrote:
> That would be wonderful... You are a wise girl.
>
> Now back on your back, Anal Ho with the heart of
> gold, legs in the air, dildo in your mouth and work
> that tongue around the ridge. Recall how many pussy
> penetrations that dick has had and that is where
> your tongue is, up in the twat caressing those
> slippery pink walls. There is no difference. You
> are tied like that, blindfolded and you cannot move
> and you are having a wonderful time. You hear me
> open the door and bring in a very hyperventilating
> canine.
>
> And then you hear me bring in whispering two more
> people but they are silent and you can't figure out
> anything about them. Two flashes go off and you know
> you have been photographed. That you are about to be
> displayed...
oh god... you do know to get my cunt dripping wet
don't you, Master?
On my back.. legs high in the air...sucking and
licking on the dildo... cocksucker and twatlapper in
one...
I am less than your dog master. I will suck your dog.
I will swallow his cum. With the flashbulbs going off.
your nasty little slut toy
J
--- master@... wrote:
> That would be wonderful... You are a wise girl.
>
> Now back on your back, Anal Ho with the heart of
> gold, legs in the air, dildo in your mouth and work
> that tongue around the ridge. Recall how many pussy
> penetrations that dick has had and that is where
> your tongue is, up in the twat caressing those
> slippery pink walls. There is no difference. You
> are tied like that, blindfolded and you cannot move
> and you are having a wonderful time. You hear me
> open the door and bring in a very hyperventilating
> canine.
>
> And then you hear me bring in whispering two more
> people but they are silent and you can't figure out
> anything about them. Two flashes go off and you know
> you have been photographed. That you are about to be
> displayed...
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