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Selena & Serina

Selena and Serina were two females that had simple lives. The coming event disguised as a small problem would soon be realized as a fortunate occurrence. Selena and Serina were mother and daughter, Selena was 35 and Serina was 18 both with petite frames except for their breasts that were very well developed. Especially noticeable by Selena who wore low cut blouses and even less clothing to bed. Serina although well developed still didn’t aspire to her mother’s voluptuousness. All things being said both women were to die for.

On this particular night Serina was getting ready to go to bed when she discovered her waterbed leaking. “Shit! Mother, could you please come here!” Serina could hear her mother’s pitter-patters as she came walking into Serina’s bedroom. “What? What’s wrong?”

"My bed is what’s wrong, look at it! It’s leaking!”

"Oh damn! What do we do?” Serina in a hopeless tone said. “Well, were going to have to drain it.”

"Oh damn. How are we going to drain it?”

"Well we’ll have to start by getting a short hose and some buckets. I’ll get the hose and you get the buckets and then we’ll have to siphon.”

Selena didn’t want to start working on the unexpected project so late at night (10pm). She had gotten all ready to watch the movie she had just rented and also use the toy that she had just bought to use with the movie. The movie was “The Princess’ Whore”, it was filled with non-stop lesbian action and Selena was looking forward to having some real one on one with her love tool.

Selena hadn’t been with a man since she had slept with Serina’s father. She hadn’t liked it much either. He had been quick and inconsiderate in bed and she didn’t find men all together attractive. Naturally she broke off all contact with Serina’s father and made a deal with him to leave Serina with her and she would support Serina and herself on her own. Serina’s father took the deal and never tried to get into contact with either of them again.

Serina knew her mother was a lesbian; she never had to be told she could just tell. On occasions her mother would have over a woman “friend” and they would mysteriously hang out in her mother’s bedroom with a locked door. At first Serina would sometimes listen close to the door and listen to the women huffing and puffing not knowing exactly what sexual poses where being used but knowing something of the sort was going on. Serina’s curiosity got her into a sexual frenzy and she found clever ways to peak in on her mother’s strange activities with the females she had called friends. Serina would sometimes move the curtain an inch apart so as to have a viewing space on the escapades that went on in her mother’s bedroom. On a few occasions Serina snuck into her mother’s closet and left it a few inches ajar to watch her mother in action.

On the first of these occasions Serina watched with fascination and total curiosity as to how two women looked while having sex together. Serina being a young girl at the time couldn’t fully understand the lust some women have for each other but would learn later on in life. In the closet Serina was fixed on the things she saw. She saw her mother standing at the foot of the bed and another woman was standing between her mother and the foot of the bed. They were looking at each other in hungry glances and stares, measuring the meal they both would be eating very shortly. The “friend” mom had invited was a moderately young looking woman, older than her mother at the time. The woman looked like she was 30, she had blond curly hair down to her shoulders. Her skin was a light color and she was wearing a silk red blouse and a gray skirt that was just above her knees. The nylons she wore were sheer making her legs look as attractive as could be. Her shoes were black high heels just higher than what you usually see on a woman. Serina’s mother was just as beautiful and continues to be so to this very day. Her hair is very dark and is also curly but it goes down just below the shoulders. Her skin is an olive color and she wore similar clothing (white blouse, black skirt, brown nylons and back high heels) as the woman who stood in front of her. Serina’s mother stared at the woman with a malicious look on her face and started walking towards her while licking her lips ever so slowly. The other woman almost looked timid and out of breath as if she wasn’t sure she should be there. All that would change as soon as Selena could get her craving hands on her. Selena grabbed the woman just above the elbows and pulled her close to her own body. Her grasp was firm and unrelenting; Selena looked at the women’s breast and buried her face in them and licked at every inch of skin. Kissing and sucking and biting and slurping away at the woman for what seemed forever. The woman threw her head back in ecstasy and dropped her fears never to look back again. The women’s head bucked back and forth while her eyes rolled back into their sockets. Soft moans started to escape her throat and she tried to free one of her arms to grab onto Selena’s head and pull her further forward into her breasts but Selena wouldn’t let go but only consumed the woman’s big chest even more. Selena was possessed by a sex-starved demon and she couldn’t get a hold of herself. She noticed the woman trying to free herself for whatever reason but she wasn’t having it. She was enjoying her self all too much and nothing was going to get in her way. Selena had just been devouring the tops of the woman’s breast but she had to have more, she had to have the nipples in her mouth and much more by the end of the night. With her right hand she released the woman’s arm so she could grab the front piece of the woman’s blouse and rip it open to gobble at whatever lay ahead. Selena managed this feat without taking any real time and resumed her hold on the woman’s elbow. Underneath the blouse were two perfectly shaped tits begging for Selena to take them into her mouth and be stroked with much attention, the only item in their way was the hot looking blue colored braw she wore. The woman was heavily enjoying the attention Selena was giving her, as a matter of fact she would have liked to continue that part of the performance for quite a while longer when Selena let go of one of her arms and grabbed one of the woman’s hefty buttocks. She pulled the woman’s crotch onto her own fleshy upper-thigh and started to hump the blond woman’s shiny nyloned leg. Selena was humping hard and steady and the blond woman was beginning to really get into the for-play as well. Selena darkly said. “Ahhhh, let me have it! Hump my leg you tramp, do iiiiittt! Do it to me good!” Not even taking it into consideration Selena hurled the blond woman onto the bed and jumped onto her. Placing both her hands underneath the woman’s lower body and fixing once again on the shapely buttocks. Her humping resumed with much enthusiasm and strength. “Uuggghhhhh bitch! I’m going to fuck you until your eyes pop out! UUUgggghhhhh, I’m getting so wet!!! Aghhhh! Fuuucccckkk! Ugghhhh! Dammnnn! Bitch!! Selena’s vigor for breasts abated for a short time. For now she began to concentrate on the woman’s tongue. “Stick out your tongue bitch! I’m gonna try to swallow it so don’t take it back into your mouth!” The woman was pleased to obey. She stuck her salacious slimy tongue out slowly in order to frustrate Selena a little and this seemed to enrage Selena with sexual passion. Once the tongue was fully out and erect Selena engorged her mouth with it and sucked it slowly trying to savor every sensation the woman’s tongue was giving her. “Ummm, uuuuhhhhhhh!”

The slurping noises were driving Serina wild who was still transfixed in the closet and she had had her hand on her vagina for most of the time now. She wasn’t stroking herself but she kept pressure on her pussy all the same. She was too distracted to enjoy her vagina now but later on that night she would be enjoying it quite fully. In fact she would enjoy it four times that night until her strength would fail her and she would fall into a deep comfortable sleep.

That night seemed to last a long time and Serina could remember almost everything from it. She learned many sexual skills from her mother she would later use on some of the trampy girls she would meet in her later years. Mostly girls her age, the kind everyone would like to fuck every which way. Girls she had in her gymnastics class, girls she knew she could seduce and fuck the night away with.

All these sexual experiences were due to her mother. Her mother had shown her something that most women didn’t know. That knowledge was that a woman fucking another woman was an incredible sight and feat.

"Mother you got those buckets or what?” Serina waited impatiently as her mother brought her 3 five gallon buckets to siphon the water with. “Here they are, do you think it’s enough?”

"Yeah it’s enough because we just have to drain enough water so it stops pouring out. The whole is in the top so we won’t have to drain much.” Six buckets later the two women were done with their unplanned chore and dumped the last buckets into the bathtub. Serina was dumping the water when her mother spoke up.

"I guess I’ll make the couch up for you to sleep on.”

"No way mom I’m sleeping in your room tonight. It get’s too cold in the night and the only heater is in your room and mine and I’m not going to sleep on my floor!”

Obviously Selena wasn’t a normal mother something about sleeping in the same bed with her sexy daughter didn’t bode well with her. She was physically attracted to her daughter and she didn’t want anything to happen between them. Serina on the other hand didn’t give a damn about being finicky or feeling funny. She did wild and crazy things because it was in her nature. Even though she was a lesbian she had experienced sexual relations with older and young men (in every position know to man practically), she was no stranger to taboo. Sleeping next to her mother didn’t bother her at all. Even if her mother had tried to do something to her she didn’t feel like she would really try to stop her either. Her mother was hot and they were two women. She didn’t see any reason why she couldn’t get it on with her mother; yet she wouldn’t pursue her mother and make her feel strange about their relationship.

"Can’t you just do it for a couple of nights, until we can repair your bed? Asked Selena.

"Mom! I’m sleeping with you there’s no ifs ands or buts.” I’m going to change, I’ll meet you in your bedroom.”

Serina was a take-charge kind of girl and Selena could never be that way except for some reason in the bedroom and only with another female. However, one more element had to be met before Selena could turn into that take charge kind of gal and that was when Selena would go three weeks without even cumming once. When all these factors came together Selena was a different person and she liked the way it felt. Selena hadn’t cum in about 2 and half weeks. She’d been horny and still was to a degree but there hadn’t been a hot chick to throw her passions on so she was left with a dildo and a lez movie.

"Ok then, if you have to, I’ll wait for you in my room. This last part almost sounded like a seduction and both of them realized it and tried unsuccessfully to drown it out of their dirty minds.

"Ok, let me put on something and I’ll be there.” Serina was suddenly swallowing in nervousness and couldn’t really hide it. Selena could see that and felt a sharp and strong twinge in her pussy.

Selena left the room and while walking towards her own she slightly ran her middle finger along (outside of her shorts) the engorged folds of her vagina before dropping her hand back to her side. She too would have to get dressed for bed. She walked into her bedroom and picked up the clothes that had been lying on the bed and began to put them away. They were a pair of gray sweat pants and a blue sweatshirt. She wanted to wear something else to bed but she wasn’t sure what. Suddenly like an epiphany she grabbed from her drawer a dark blue silk nightie that stopped just underneath her perfect ass. She left the matching panties in the drawer since tonight she was feeling hot all over.

Serina wasn’t sure what to wear but finally she decided on some very short but comfortable white spandex shorts that were more like very tight bikini bottoms than anything else. She didn’t like to wear panties with them because you could see the outline of them under the thin material. On top she wore a tight cotton tank top that was also white. She did her brown hair into a ponytail that bounced as she walked. To keep her legs warm she had put on sheer panty hose underneath the tight white shorts.

When Serina walked into her mother’s room she noticed the lights off and her mother watching TV. “What you watching?”

"Oh nothing just flipping the channels. Did you want to watch something?”

"Change it to channel 98, maybe we could watch some hung guy banggin’ away at some hot girl!”

"Serina! You really want to watch some Idiot guy baggin’ away at some girl who he probably isn’t pleasing anyway? Only a woman knows what a woman wants!”

"I know that! I was foolin’ is all! I know men ain’t no good at pleasing a woman.”

"Damn straight and don’t you forget it!” Serina climbed into bed and pulled the black silk sheets over her legs up to her pelvis. The white comforter was rolled up at the end of the bed and would be used later on as the house got colder. “Mmm… these sheets feel sooo goood!”

"I know, why do you think I bought them? Besides the price was good, for imitation silk that is.”

"They feel so damn good!.”

"Damn straight, so do you want to watch something or not?” Serina was tired and she didn’t really want to watch any T.V.

"Nah, I think I’m just going to go to bed. What about you, aren’t you tired?”

"Mmm, I think I’ll do a bit of reading before turning in.”

"Whatever.” Serina rolled over on her right side and was facing the opposite direction of her mother. “Before you go to sleep throw the blanket over me because it’ll be cold by then. Man I’m so tired! I even feel a little sore from lugging those buckets.”

Selena saw an opportunity and took it. “Oh really? Well I have some cream that’ll take those pains away. I’ll rub it on you, take off your clothes.” Serina thought her mother would try to fuck her if she let herself be massaged. Truthfully she was tired and she also had some minor sore pains but she didn’t want things to get out of hand that night. “That’s alright I’m more tired then in pain, I’ll tuff it out.” Selena saw her opportunity fading and gave a small effort to seduce her daughter. In a somewhat soft and horny voice Selena said. I’ll be quick, here I’ll help you take off those clothes.” With that said Selena quickly pulled the sheets away from her daughter’s body and started pulling her daughters shorts down.

At first Serina didn’t say anything, her heart was pumping faster then it had in a long time. Her pussy was thumping with anticipation, her mouth drooling with saliva. She was ready for her mother to take her in any which way. She gave no protest and put her arm on her mothers shoulder and caressed it in a lover’s manner. For some reason though when her mother had pulled her shorts down to her shaved cunt (the way her mother liked her women) she snapped out of her trance. “No ma, I want to… but not tonight ok. I just want to go to sleep. Later though, ok?” Serina could see the lustful ferociousness in her mother’s eyes. At that moment Selena almost raped her daughter. If she had known that if she persisted Serina would have lost her will power to fight off her mother’s sexual advances toward her. Selena didn’t know why Serina had resisting, she could tell when another woman wanted to be fucked and she was the woman to do it. She had pulled the sheets off her daughter and rolled her over on her back but Serina hadn’t said anything. Then she had put her hands on her daughter’s middle thighs and slowly rubbed them up to the waistband of those sexy shorts; she could have eaten-out her daughter at that moment. She had slipped her hands between the waistband and her daughter’s soft skin and started to pull the shorts and hose down. Selena thought she heard a moan escape her daughter’s mouth but she wasn’t sure. She had gotten to her daughters cunt and she felt that same sensation that she gets when she’s about to fuck a really hot chick. Like if she was possessed, like if there’s no tomorrow and all that there is is sex. One more inch and she wouldn’t have been able to calm herself down. One more inch and she would have smothered her daughter’s pussy until her daughter would cum on her face. One more inch and she wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

Selena was just looking at her daughter and lightly panting from exhaustive force of will. Her daughter looked back at her with sympathy and want of vaginal pleasure. She pulled her shorts back up and her mother laid down next to her side with a blank stare on her face while pretending to look at the T.V. Serina turned to her side again except she didn’t pull the black silk sheets up over her. Selena could feel her legs barely shaking trying to severe her sex drive. She was wondering whether Serina was saying that she wanted to resume the rub down later or that she wanted to resume the seduction. Selena was thinking that it was to be fucked later on but she didn’t know for sure. She began to fantasize about the positions they would use and the amount of times they would do it. Maybe they could start sharing a bed once they could abandon they’re fears. Selena’s leg was shimmering in the light; her pussy and leg were wet from getting close to such ecstasy and not reaching it. Selena walked to the kitchen to grab the only thing that she could think of to settle her nerves, a bottle of vodka. There were soft-padded stools in the kitchen and Selena sat down on one of them and shuddered as the soft material rubbed against her vagina. She opened the bottle and started her drinking. Half an hour later and almost half the bottle gone Selena closed the bottle and got off the wet stool. She looked at the glistening seat and smiled maliciously. She didn’t bother cleaning it and turned the kitchen lights off and headed for her bedroom.

When she got to her bedroom she turned off the lights. She didn’t get into bed yet, but just stared at her daughter laid out on the bed. Her daughter was lying on her back and her legs were closed, her arms at her side. The soft glow of the T.V. made Serina’s nylons shimmer. Selena wanted to lick her daughter’s legs up and down and then after wrap her legs around them and grind them to jelly. The tight shorts were flat against her skin and Selena could make out the pussy line and shook with lust. Her daughter’s tits were erect and Selena could taste them in her mouth, playing with the nipples, lightly biting them and especially sucking them until they would turn raw. Serina’s mouth was open and there was the tiniest bit of spittle at the end of her mouth. At that point Selena broke.

She walked over to the bed and lay next to her daughter resting her elbow on the bed and laying on her side facing her daughter staring at her body. Her sexy nightie had ridden up to her round ass and it tickled her in a perverted way. Selena brought her face close to Serina’s and stayed still. Her face was close enough to feel the soft breaths her daughter was making. Selena extended her tongue and licked the spittle from her daughter’s mouth. “Mmm, you taste good luscious. Mommy’s going to fuck you hard.” Selena stopped licking at the dissipated saliva and put her tongue into her daughter’s mouth and started sucking in her daughter’s fluid. “Mmmmmm, eeeehhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, mmmpppphhhhhh.” Serina began to stir but before she could her mother got on top of her so that their pussies were touching. To make sure she had enough time to break her daughter will Selena grabbed Serina’s wrist and raised them above Serina’s head and held them there. Serina opened her eyes slowly and by the look of her facial expressions she was inflamed with want. Selena started grinding against her daughter, she could feel the silky shorts and they felt great against her naked flesh. Serina could barely understand what was going on but senses caught on. Her mother’s tongue was in her mouth and licking everything, also her mother’s pelvis was bucking and pushing against her own. Serina let out a moan of lust. “Uggghhhh, mooommm ohhhhh.” Serina didn’t want things to go this way, it was too carnal. She moved her head so that her mother’s tongue unwittingly slipped out and protested. “No ma, not tonight” She would have to get her mother off of her before she fell into her own desires. “Not tonight.” Her mother paid no attention and quickened her grinding. “Make love to me Serina. Give me a little kiss, just one kiss. Make love to me. Come on just one kiss.” Her mother was trying to kiss her but she kept moving her head. Selena was stronger and closed in on her daughter’s moving head and started kissing her daughters lips but her daughter’s mouth was shut and wouldn’t open. Never the less Selena passionately kissed her daughter and she licked and bit and kissed her daughter’s beautiful lips. Serina tried to shake her mother off but it was no use, her mother had her between a rock and a hard place. Serina thought of the alternative to fighting and that was going along with the escapade. Serina humped hard against her mother’s crotch somewhat out of hopeless ness but mostly because her pussy was ragging with perversion. Selena felt her daughter pump against her pelvis and was extremely gratified with sexual satisfaction. “Give it up, I’m not going to let go. Fuck me! Fuck me! I’ll make you cum all night if you want. I’ll make you orgasm all you want. Give in, open your mouth.” Selena brought Serina’s wrist close together and held them fast with only her left hand. With her right hand she lifted her daughter’s cotton tank top and raised it above one of her daughter’s breast. She looked in fascination at the beautiful tit and lunged at it with ravenous speed and lust. Serina screamed in pleasure. “Ahhhhhh, mom no. Aaahhhhh fuck!!!! Ohhhhhh shiiitttttt. Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, aahhhhhhh.” Selena’s right hand slipped between her daughter’s back and the bed and slowly massaged it until she reached Serina’s waistband slid underneath the shorts and hose and grabbed onto her daughter’s plump buttock. She grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed it to her hearts desire. “I’ve always wanted to grab your ass. It’s stands out so much and it’s perfectly round. I’ve wished that I had a dick so that I could stick it up your ass! Maybe I’ll use a strap-on later. No! I will use a strap-on later!” Serina’s moans grew louder and her pussy ragged on, her feelings against what was going on were fading fast. She bucked some more against her mother and she was almost wishing that her shorts were off so that their actual pussies would be humping each other directly instead of having the thin material separating their dampening skin. “Uugggghhhhh, fuck… Ughhhhh, what are you doing?”

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tagLetters & TranscriptsTwice In Two Minutes

Twice In Two Minutes

Authors Note: This is a recounting of an actual event that happened in my life a number of years ago when I was in a long distance relationship. Any feedback is more than welcome.

My father told me that I'd have the house to myself for a few hours when I got home from school one day...I could hardly contain my enthusiasm for everyone to leave so I could get my boyfriend to call me and we could (for the umpteenth time since we got together) have phone sex....although this time I wouldn't have to hold back any noises, I'm VERY, VERY vocal.

Just before my father left for work I went on the computer and I held back my good news about being home alone until I was completely alone and had taken the liberty of enticing myself with a few erotic stories that my boyfriend had sent me. Then I let him know the good news.....I'm home ALL alone for a few hours....he asked if I wanted to "talk" (our little code word for phone fucking) and I let him know I was ready willing and able.

After a while he called and I went into the living room and sat down on the couch...one leg bent at the knee, my foot against the coffee table. The other leg at a 90 degree angle and resting on the ground.

As usual we started out talking about how our day had been so far and making small talk.....then he said the magic words, "I wish you were the one here stroking my hard cock" and I let myself moan as my body reacted to his words. He asked me what I was wearing, my reply was, "My grey sweater and a pair of boxers" he made sure I wasn't wearing panties or a bra and asked me if I'd take my sweater off....I readily obliged.

He took his time....talking about how he would kiss my lips, my neck, then move down and play with my breasts and nipples......I held myself back longer then usual....not sliding my hand lowed over my stomach and past the waistline of my boxers until he described how he'd kiss lower and lower until he was slowing running his tongue across my clit.....I couldn't hold back any longer.....I slid my hand down underneath my boxers and left it resting just above my pussy for a moment, savoring the warmth that was emanating from within me.

Slowly I slipped one finger within my warm pussy and was more than a little surprised at just how wet I was. I slipped a finger deep into my cunt and drew out more of my warm juices and rubbed them all over my aching clit.

His words flooded me with pleasure as my fingers ran across my clit and darted into my hot cunt....it all felt so wonderful and I didn't have to hold back my moans and yelps of pleasure....I heard him cum before I did but I kept going.....I could feel it.......I was cumming........I was cumming.......I got louder and louder.....saying his name......making noises that barley resembled words......then I came and my body shuddered.

I kept my hand above my throbbing pussy and slowly slid my finger over my clit as I moved the leg that had previously been resting on the floor up against the little mid-piece on the couch slowly slid my finger against my still throbbing clit and heard his breathing getting harder again.....which only proved to excite me more. I continued to play with my clit as his breathing increased and I very rapidly felt myself cumming again.....VERY hard and VERY fast. I moaned and screamed and yelped as the orgasm overwhelmed me.

I laid there for a while.....breathing deeply and feeling my body tingle all over with the warm sensations of afterglow. His soft voice brought me back to reality and I could hear the excitement in his voice when I reassured him that yes I had cum twice. He made a comment about my possibly wiping all of my warm juices on the pair of purple panties I had sitting in my room waiting to be mailed to him.....I did as he asked and walked (still topless) from the living room into my bedroom....closed the blinds.....removed my boxers (which I expertly had managed to keep fairly dry)....grabbed the pair of light purple panties from my desk and slowly moved them along my sopping pussy to soak up all the juices that I hadn't already licked away using my fingers.

We talked for a while longer until he said something about my possibly writing about what had just happened between us....gladly willing to put my talent at writing to the test and my expanded vocabulary to good use I brought the phone with me into the computer room, sat down, and began writing out this little story just for him.

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tagBDSMA Special Day In The Life Ch. 13

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 13

Elisha and I clean the table. Well, I bend over to pick up stuff, she just stands there like a table. I see low slaves of all sorts whipped to direct them to clean a spill, put away silverware, polish a scuff on the table from a girl's manacle, mop the floor, all the normal work you'd expect. Girls are let out of the steel sculptures and lick the feet of their Mistresses in gratitude.

That last licking thing reminds me. My lips are very dry even if they do look like slick mirror-finish gold. I try to swallow but my mouth and throat feel like a dirty sock. I've had nothing to drink since lunch.

Four Guards are still drinking and singing and wobbling around all goofy-like on Their stiletto heels even though the feast ended. They're only three table legs away, thirty feet or so. I decide I must chance it. Elisha has all the dirty plates and glasses on her tray now anyway, so I kneel as seductively as I know how.

Mistresses?" I call out very boldly for a slave, "Perhaps this slut could serve Your pleasure? This slave begs 'Mistress wine' from You please. slave is very very thirsty," I beg as respectfully as I can.

The four Guards poke each other in the ribs, wink at each other far too much, laugh, giggle and stumble toward me. The highest rank one is only a Sergeant. The other three are Battlement Guards, not even Dungeon Keepers or Slave Drivers. They're Clitoris Alliance lowest rank troopers and a feast is a rare treat for Them. They might not have even seen a 9 grade slave before today. Suddenly, I wonder if I made a mistake. To them, I'm a flame broiled, well-marbled steak when They're accustomed to hot dogs. I smile seductively and lick my lips suggestively anyway. The Sergeant lifts Her skirt and wobbles toward me unstably but grinning. I kneel up and tilt my head back.

Forty-five minutes later I'm no longer thirsty. I've had the honor of slurping and licking and sucking the "Mistress wine" of the entire squad. They were very tasty. They gushed beautifully in my mouth so many times. I'm very grateful and I tell each one of Them so repeatedly. I beg permission to lick the boots of each one after being used. I'm thrilled They let me. They ruffle my hair, pinch my nipples and anything else They can get Their hands on. I kiss and lick Their hands when I can and when They let me.

The Maîtresse d' stands with Her hands on Her hips, staring at the clock by the entrance arch. I hope I'm not whipped for taking too long but I was doing my job, and I truly was thirsty. She turns away and just leaves me still ankle chained to the table leg. I guess i'm not going to be punished. I didn't know what else to do since Mistress Carolyn and Mistress Nancy just walked away like that. I feel a pang of deep sadness. I had hoped so much that I would go home with Them.

Soon my chain Driver returns for me. I can not look sullen or pouty. I'd be lashed. I pose like a lingerie model but feel like a robot inside. She unlocks me from the table leg and adds me to Her line of slaves.

We are led out of The Great Hall. I don't care. As a high slave, I guess I'm going to be taken back to my cell, alone. I sigh and don't care if I'm tortured for it, but no Mistress hears me I guess.

We go through the kitchen, out the back by the storerooms, down hallways and down spiral stairways back to the dungeons. The Mistress stops us at the wardrobe room again and my leash is unlocked from the back of Sarah's collar. She hands me off to the staff like taking a car into the shop to be serviced. I'm used to this. I'm just a thing here. My wrist and ankle cuffs are removed so I can be undressed easier. They take off my booties, my hosiery and gloves, my corset.

I'm saddened to be taken out of my cute latex that matched Mistress Nancy's outfit. Despite my best effort, tears fill my eyes. I so had hoped it meant something special. Now I'm just naked again. Plain, just property, unwanted. This is how we are stored, like cereal boxes in a grocery store on shelves. I stand numbly as shackles are locked back on me, longer chains this time but I barely notice. My arms can now hang loose, not chained close to my collar. They hand me back over to my driver Mistress and we start down the corridors again. I try very hard to bounce and jiggle and sway with a sultry smile plastered on my face even though I feel totally worthless.

"Hmmm," I think, "this is not the way to my cell." Then I remember my promotion. I wonder where 9s are kept. I never saw that before.

We are led to a part of the dungeons I don't know. It's not way down deep. It's near the shopping mall for Dommes. I gasp seeing what must be where 9s are kept. I've cleaned it before manacled on my knees but I always thought this was some special slave trading area.

These are not dark dreary stone cells with heavy iron doors. They're open, lite, airy like gilded bird cages. The floor is white marble with gold veins running all through it. They're elegant displays spaced several feet apart so a Mistress might walk around them examining the merchandise, us.

Being last in the chain, I'm taken to mine first. It's far at the back of the room which I guess is because I'm a lousy 9, undoubtedly the worst 9 in the world. I hang my head a little, then remember my training and fake a seductive smile anyway. I still feel like poop though.

As Mistress unlocks my anklets and wrist cuffs, I look at the cage. "Not bad!" I think. It's like eight feet tall at its arched top and maybe nine or ten feet wide across its circular floor, quite roomy, and does look just like a bird cage. I'm thrilled to see an actual Persian carpet on the floor near the slave ring recessed neatly into the floor. The carpet is like six feet long and three feet wide, looks an inch thick. I can hardly imagine having a plush oriental carpet to sleep on! There's my very own litter pan too! AND it has the sparkly little crystals mixed in the clay to absorb .... ummm.... smells and fluids. There's a folded comforter, not just a blanket. It's beige satin and quilted! It must be nine inches tall and two feet across even folded! "Gawd! How ritzy!" I think.

Mistress unlocks the door to take me inside but pauses by the door. She points to a gold plate on the door frame, which I realize is actually a LCD display. She touches it and bright red letters appear against the gold background, very pretty, very clever, very convenient for Dommes.

"Look slave," She commands. I look. It's my name and summary of my records.

It shows....

Slave Name: hotbox

Property#: 000-172-358-771

Training and Usage Events: 8,923

Grade: 9.697

Current Bid: 450,900 US$ = 309,663 EUR = 36,915,184 YEN = 8,475.515 GRAMS GOLD

High Bid To Date: Mistress Carolyn Sternn

The eyes of some of the other girls bug out. I even hear one girl mutter under her breath, "Lucky bitch!"

"Day-em!" I think in wonder as it all slowly sinks in. "Someone thinks I'm worth as much as a really really nice house!" I'm being bid on to BUY as a personal slave!!! I ponder Who has an option to buy me and my mouth drops open finally noticing it's Mistress Carolyn. I realize She's bidding on me. It looks like... it might be.... could it be??? OMG! I'm probably going to be a surprise gift to Mistress Nancy! OMG!!

The enormity of it all overwhelms me. I must have been graded ten like a couple thousand times! One Domme must have keypunched for hours, or several Mistresses, or a whole platoon of Guards, I have no idea. Then the drunken Guards spring to mind. I'm filled with love for those rough, tough, DD-cup boobed galoots. They ALL must have graded me multiple times in Their dazed drunken state!

Then it hits me. This cage is far from the BACK door to this area. It's actually at the FRONT nearest the entrance Mistresses would use. I swallow hard. This is the FIRST cage. I must be THE prime meat now. My mind reels. I tremble.

I strut proudly into MY display cage. I slither sensuously to a half reclining, half sitting position on MY rug. I flip my head around, letting my hair swirl across the floor to come to rest behind me. I slide my fingers across the soft inch thick nap of the colorful ornate floral design carpet. It's SO plush!

Mistress locks a glittery chain to the back of my collar, then removes the leash from my front ring that She held. She locks my new leash to the slave ring on the floor behind me. I hardly notice that it's an incredible eight foot long chain now.

I reach forward and hug Her legs. I quickly slide around to kneel at Her feet, the palms of my hands alongside of my head on the smooth marble floor. I delicately lick then passionately kiss Her boots.

I kneel up. "Thank You Mistress," I coo, sincerely grateful, smiling up at Her, "Thank You very much!"

She playfully pushes me over onto my butt. "Go to sleep slut," She says with an actual smile. She lashes at my tits playfully. I think it feels just great. I place my palms close together on the floor behind me, arch my back, jiggle my tits and make kissey faces at Her.

She grins and wiggles my left nipple with the tip of Her crop. "SLUT!" She yells but with a smile. Then She turns, leaves my cage, and the door clicks locked behind Her. I am very pleased to see some of my sisters are almost awed, studying my behavior. I blow kisses at them as they are led away.

I reach for my unbelievably soft luxurious comforter. My leash jingles on the marble floor. I roll over on my side and curl up, wrapping it around my shoulders, clutching it. It's SO big it even covers my feet!

Soon I'm asleep, happily dreaming of a golden collar and shackles like fine jewelry that only ONE Mistress can unlock. I grin in my sleep.

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How to be a Closet Sub

Because we are a clandestine group, there is no way of knowing just how many of us there really are. Just who are we you ask, we are the men who live lives of quiet desperation as normal married men yet yearning to be sub hubs. We want nothing more than to bow before our wives and beg to be their slaves yet we cannot for fear of losing their respect or even worse of losing them. One would think that a wife would be glad that her husband desires to serve her and please her in any way she wishes and yet there is a stigma attached to any man who does not behave in the strict parameters defined as an alpha male.

There is an intrinsic defect in our society, where the female of the species complains about the very flaws in males that they are attracted to e.g. a wife wants her husband to help with the housework and yet sees a man who does housework as weak and emasculated. I realize I'm painting our world with a broad brush but as I am generalizing, I don't mean to offend anyone who falls beyond these boundaries, I know there is a big difference between a husband who helps around the house, and a husband who is desirous of treating his wife as a queen. If a male helps with the laundry, he is helping but if he is hand washing his wife's panties he is serving. To show just how crazy this all is, take the fantasy of the husband pleasuring his wife orally as she relaxes with a glass of wine and a good book, there is a good chance that both he and she could be having this fantasy at the same time yet neither would tell the other of it.

I define myself as a man in a wife led vanilla marriage, that is, I defer any decisions in our life to my wife and yet she always asks my opinion, I think merely as a courtesy. To our friends and children we are a normal couple and in reality, I guess we are and yet I crave so much more. Alone I search the web looking for husbands abused and humiliated beyond belief and feel a pang of jealousy as these men enjoy the labors of honesty over priority.

So how do we men cope with a normal relationship and yet with desires of so much more? On a personal note, I have eased my so-called normal marriage into just enough of a wife led lifestyle that we both are still comfortable with it. My wife enjoys the power she has over me without knowing she could have so much more. As for me, I follow her lead then juxtapose that into my fantasy world. This tilting of the balance of power helps me to fuel my fantasy while still giving me some semblance of respect. This is the compromise I have worked out and as with all compromises both side lose something, I'm sure she wishes she had more of a man for a husband and I wish I were more of a doormat.

To be a sub is not a choice you make, it comes from inside you and it's just what you are. I wouldn't even want to try to get into how a person becomes someone who desires to be used and abused by the person he or she loves. Is it from our childhood or are we born with it, I don't know and I guess it doesn't really matter we are what we are. To live a lie such as I do doesn't mean I reject what I am it is just I'm trying to hide my flaws from the world, and my wife. If I am not a man who wishes to come out of the closet so to speak, that should be my decision to make.

The balance of reality over fantasy is what each closet sub must select. Would your fantasy world be better for you if it were real? That is a question only you can answer, in your mind this whimsy keeps you constantly hard and makes you cum like a race horse and yet would you really like to be on your knees cleaning the toilet with your toothbrush? As I'm prone with my face between my wife's legs worshiping her pussy with my tongue I'm pretending I'm cleaning her lover's issue from her well used cunt. This is extremely exciting to me and I in fact can cum while doing this but to actually put my face into some man's spluge, come on have you ever tasted that stuff.

So the decision is yours, do you want to be a man and admit to your wife your are a wimp or do you want to be a wimp like me and lie to your wife that you're a man. If you're like me there is a line drawn in the sand that you won't cross and that is what we call compromise. I realize it is a strange balancing act trying to blend two complete opposites and yet it's done all across the world every day. Now as far as fooling your wife into thinking you're a real man, come on there is no way, she knows you're a wimp and she's living as big a lie as you. Ah, but that's another story.

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Lily woke up horny that morning. The sheets wrapped around her legs pressed into her pussy and sent chills up her body. Her hands glided up and down her bare stomach, tickling herself—making her nipples tighten up and poke out against her tank top.

She immediately thought of the guy she had seen the day before, working behind the counter at Starbucks. His broad shoulders and lean arms, his tight ass when he bent down had made her feet tingle as she watched him make her drink. This was a new guy at her usual coffee spot, and yesterday she had to breathe hard to conceal her excitement.

"Thanks," he said to her, looking her in the eyes as he handed off her drink, "Have a great day."

She looked him in the eye hard and sexy and wished him the same great day, but she really wished they would share a great day together!

"You're new here, what's your name?" she asked, hopefully.

He didn't look as impressed as Lily had hoped. He told her Mathew and went back to working without so much as another glance.

This morning in bed, now pressing her tits hard against herself, she imagined him on top of her; imagined his scruffy face next to her ear, breathing hard, then his hard cock (which she had imagined seeing the shape of the day before), entering her without hesitation. She wanted him to fuck her real hard and slow, slamming into her pussy over and over. Legs spread, she slapped her pussy with her hand while squeezing her nipples. In her mind he grabbed her arms and held them above her head, almost hurting her wrists. She let out a long, loud groan as she stuffed her pussy with three fingers and rubbed hard on her erect clit. Her arms pushed her tits together and her hard nipples pointed up to the ceiling; she stuck out her tongue and wished she could reach them—would love it if Mathew were sucking on them as he fucked her… harder… harder! until finally she came with a loud, fucking, scream! She released a breath and gasped for air.

There was no way she was going to let this guy ignore her today, she thought as she dressed after her shower. She put on a new pair of tight jeans and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long legs came together, with a little space just below her ass cheeks. She felt her ass, and it was fucking firm, with just a little cushion. She slid on her shirt, pulling it down, tight against her big jugs; it was peach, almost shear, and she didn't need a bra to keep the shape of her full, but slightly hanging tits. Since about 8th grade she had had full, D cup boobs, and they were never an embarrassment for her. Her friends used to giggle and ask to feel them; they were heavy and soft, and she secretly loved having her friends touch them. She used to get wet in the hallways of school while her friends gave her and her bust the attention they deserved.

She knew how to hold herself, and in this case, she didn't hold her tits up at all, but let them hang there, moving around naturally in her shirt. In the mirror, she could just make out her little areolas coming through the shear top, her nipples poking slightly upward. She put her hands above her hips, holding her thin waist. Her wavy dark hair fell just above those massive jugs. She didn't wear much makeup, but she never had to. Her pointed Italian features gave her a sexy, exotic look and the mascara made her look like she would screw just about anything that came her way; which is how she felt at this point! She was ready.

And not without a plan. Starbucks was packed. The place buzzed with machine noise and people talking. As she waited in line, she was assaulted with sideways glances and outright stares, though none of them made contact with her eyes. A young guy ahead of her in line practically turned around just to stare at her unbelievable, free-hanging breasts. Shamelessly staring at her, she could see that his dick was hard. Wouldn't it be fun to let him have his way with her, she thought? She smiled at him, and he turned back around, embarrassment.

The girl at the counter took her order, and smiled up at her. This Starbucks girl wasn't bad herself and was showing some cleavage from her low-cut shirt. They gave each other admiring glances and Lily wondered if there was any way to get her in on the action too. She smiled to herself thinking of it, and wow was she horny as hell.

"Have a good one," she said, and purposefully took the Starbucks girl's hand when taking her change. She gave her a little wink too; She was so fucking horny!

The boy making her drink looked up at her this time. She pressed her firm breasts against the high counter, pushing them up just a little. Her boobs were so level you could have set something on top of them (She was picturing his cock laid across them, slapping her nipples).

"Hi Mathew!" she said, and he looked up to see her glorious tits and beautiful smile. This time he noticed!

"Hey," he said, "How are you?"

He was struggling not to look at her nipples showing through her top, but she caught him glancing down at them. He barely knew what he was saying, but kept talking.

"What are you up to today?"

She was thrilled by the effect she had on him. He was probably weak in the knees (which would put him in perfect position to suck on her pussy, she thought).

"I'm just cuming in for my daily fix," she said, smiling at him, practically winking. She moved so that her breasts slid on the counter a little, and she bounced almost imperceptibly, looking like she was waiting patiently for her drink.

Mathew almost spilled the drink trying to hand it to her.

"Have a great day," he said, cheeks red, completely unable to make a smile.

"Thanks," she said coyly, "I will. And you too! I'm just going to leave this here while I use the bathroom."

She turned around, her tits bouncing from the counter, and moved her hips sensually as she walked around the corner. She half expected him to just follow her right into the bathroom, rip her clothes off and start pounding her! Instead, after a minute, she came back out and poked her head around the corner. Over the noise of people talking and the machines running, she called out to him.

"Mathew! Could you please cum here a second?" She showed worry and urgency on her face to be convincing.

Mathew looked petrified

"Just a second," he said, looking twice as worried as she did.

In a moment he was there, poking his head in the bathroom door

"Is everything OK," he asked through the crack in the door.

"I'm having a little problem and need your help quickly. Please come in here and shut the door."

Hesitantly he walked in, the door closing behind him. Lily stood facing him, her shirt soaking wet, holding her hand over one of her breasts, pretending to try to cover them up.

"I accidentally got my shirt wet, and its totally see through," she laughed. "I can't go out there like this, its too embarrassing."

Mathew tried to avoid eye contact and moved his head erratically as he talked. "Ok, well, here, why don't you take my undershirt so you can get out of here?"

He unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could, and pulled his shirt up over his head. Bare chested, he held out his shirt for her to take. Now everything was where Lily wanted it. She slowly lifted her shirt up, and over her head with both hands, not even pretending to turn around. Mathew tried not to look, but slipped and took a couple of glances at her chest, her huge tits being held up as she lifted her arms. His cock was now pushing against his pants, and he tried to push it down.

Lily, looking Mathew in the eyes, took his shirt and dropped it to the floor with hers. He looked up nervous and expectantly at her. Lily looked at him long and hard, and without another moment's hesitation and without further explanation wrapped her arms around him, pressed her tits up against him and started kissing him.

"I'm so fucking hot!" she almost shouted in his ear.

Mathew's head was spinning. He grabbed at her jeans and pulled so hard that he got them over her hips and down to the ground without unbuttoning them, then did the same to his.

As his cock rose to meet her pussy, he grabbed at her while they kissed. He spread her ass cheeks wide and Lily lifted one leg up onto the toilet seat. He stuck two fingers up and into her soaking wet pussy. He was finger fucking a complete stranger without so much as a word! He was putting his thumb into a complete stranger's asshole! He couldn't believe it, but he was so fucking horny he would have done anything at this point.

Lily pushed her ass down into his hand as hard as she could. She wanted him to stuff her holes. She reached up and pulled his head down to her tits and he started sucking on them hard, suckling on her nipples like a baby, and biting them wildly.

"God, these fucking tits," he shouted… there had been a knock at the door but they ignored it; the thought of being fired didn't even cross his mind.

Taking her by the hair, Mathew shoved her down to the sink. Bent over, her tits fell perfectly into and lay in the sink. From behind she felt his hard rod begin pushing into her soft pussy. It came into her without apology and began ramming into the walls of her dripping wet vagina. Her pussy wanted it soooo bad.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I want to be fucked so bad," she yelled. "fucking please screw me hard!"

Mathew put his hands down into the sink and caressed the tissue of her tits as he pounded her hard, then fast, then faster, smacking into her ass cheeks with every thrust.

She was moaning hard now, "Ooo! Oooooooooowooowooooo!" was all she could make out. He pinched her nipples and licked at the back of her neck.

"Wait!" she said, and turned around, sitting up into the sink. "Suck my pussy! I need my pussy sucked hard!"

He bent down and put his mouth right into her pussy lips, slipping his tongue in and out hard, then began sucking, licking her clit, sucking her clit, swallowing all the juice her cunt was dripping. He stuck a finger into her asshole and fucked it. She sucked on his fingers as he sucked hard now on her cunt, spreading her pussy lips and just lapping hard at it, getting his tongue as deep as he could. Her asshole tightened up and she began squirting cum all over his face. "uuuuuuungh! Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Suck on my cunt! Fuck you, uuuuuuuuuuuungh! Uuuung, fuck! Fuck! Fuck my asshoooooole!"

He started swallowing and sucking, let his tongue slip into her asshole. He was drinking the cum of a complete stranger! He couldn't believe it, but his cock was so fucking hard.

Now she lay across the toilet seat and he leaned over behind her. Her asshole was wide open and he lay into it. Her head was shoved against the wall and her neck was bent uncomfortably, but she didn't care. "Fuck my asshole! Cum in my fucking asshole!" she screamed. As he pounded into her tight hole, over and over, her tits slapped against the toilet. Wack, wack, wack, as he drove his cock into her ass.

"Make me shit your cum!" She was saying this to a complete stranger!

He almost lay on top of her now, held her down with his body as he fucked her hole, then, thought that he wished he would make her pregnant, he moved his cock into her pussy and banged her as hard and fast as he could.

Someone was calling from outside the door, "What's happening in there?"

He put his lips down to her face, up against her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth as he nailed her, and he was cumming, gushing cum into her cunt

"Oh, fuck! Momy, fuck you" he yelled.

"Oh, yes, yes! This is what I want! Cum in my pussy, fill my pussy up!" She spread her legs as far as she could so he could get deep into her cunt. He shot his load way up inside her and she felt it up in her hips.

They were panting and neither of them could move. What just happened? Lily thought. I just got fucked by a total stranger in a Starbucks bathroom. The last drips of cum came from the head of his cock and her pussy lips quivered.

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Bugs Benefit From Bifocal Eyes
The head of a diving beetle larva shows its four primary eyes (two on each side of its face), which have the bifocal abilities. In total, the larva sports six eyes on each side of its face.
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Baby diving beetles sport bifocals, researchers now report.

The specialized eyes let larvae of the sunburst diving beetle (Thermonectus marmoratus) switch their vision from up-close to distant in order to catch their favorite prey, mosquito larvae.

"To the best of our knowledge, this is the first demonstration of truly bifocal lenses in the extant animal kingdom," biologist Elke Buschbeck of the University of Cincinnati and colleagues wrote in the Aug. 24 issue of the journal Current Biology.

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Each beetle larva has 12 eyes, two pairs of which are its primary, tubular-shaped, eyes. Focusing on one pair of primary eyes, the researchers were amazed to find hints of their bifocal abilities.

"It was my first research project, and I seriously thought I made a mistake, and then we did additional research to try to kill the hypothesis," said lead study author Annette Stowasser, a UC biology doctoral student.

She and her colleagues looked at the lenses of one pair of primary eyes through a microscope, finding the lens could make a second image grow sharper — something that could only happen with a bifocal.

Then they focused a laser beam onto certain parts of the lenses, finding that the middle and peripheral regions of the eyes operated differently. They think the central region of the lens forms the more distant image and the peripheral is used for close-up images.

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They also found that each eye held two retinas, one for each focal plane (the distant and close-up).

"It's kind of like you have two eyes in the same space," Buschbeck told LiveScience. "At first we couldn't believe that's really how it works, because there is no other animal with eyes like that."

They suspect the other pair of primary eyes also has these bifocal lenses.

Here's how they suspect the beetle larva's eyes work in the wild: The non-primary eyes have a larger field of view but low resolution, and as such, they are used to spot mosquito larvae and other food bits. Once located, the beetle larva will shift its head so its primary eyes, which seem to have a smaller field of view but much higher resolution, can take over.

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The results could also have practical implications for the bifocals industry. Bifocal glasses and contacts create two images that interfere with each other, creating an area of blur.

The beetle larvae solve this interference problem by having focal planes are slightly shifted so they aren't completely on top of each other.

In fact, the researchers found the shift of the focal planes improved contrast of the resulting image three-fold.


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Les Owens is very trustworthy and his reputation is very important to him and he guards it accordingly. If I were to build another home, I most assuredly would use him again.

T. Cadenhead

We have just moved into our new home on Woodland Drive in the Preston Hollow area of Dallas. Our very best decision was choosing Les Owens of LRO Residential as our builder. Les found the lot, introduced us to Brian Easley, our architect, and built the house. And we are thrilled with his finished work.
It is uncanny how the project unfolded just as Les said it would. He finished on schedule and on budget. We found Les to be cordial, knowlegeable, professional, and very responsive to our questions and needs. Even after our move-in, Les continues to be very responsive.
Les and his assistant Sharon did an excellent job of helping us manage all the decisions about finishes, fixtures, appliances and hardware. Rather than identify all the choices we needed to make at one time, we were given options near to the time a decision was required so as to not impact the schedule. Les assigned us lots of homework that took us to various distributors and warehouses around Dallas. We had fun making choices and when we had trouble with a choice, Les would always make a sound suggestion. During the process, Les became a friend.
It is without hestitation that we recommend Les and LRO Residential. If you are considering building a new home in Dallas or Cypress Springs Lake, you absolutely should talk with Les first.

D. Urquhart

Les has been great to work with from start to finish. This is the first house we've built and he clearly laid out the process and timeline. In addition, he was very helpful when we had to make selections on cabinets, floors, knobs, paint colors, pretty much anything you can think of. Most importantly, he was great at communicating with us on everything and was available to speak or meet when we needed. If we ever built another house, we would definitely consider LRO Residential again.

G. Joe

"They were very professional"

We really enjoyed working with Les Owens and his staff at LRO. They were very professional, timely in their work and very knowledgeable in the home building process. We have recommended LRO to several friends and family because we feel that their work is very high quality! Les is very honest and kind and we loved every part of the process of working with him.

LRO built our home. It turned out beautifully and everything went so smoothly. Les Owens is terrific to work with. He gets our highest recommendation in every respect.

P. Nau

LRO Residential was the builder of my new home. I love the design and the architectural details of the home. Les Owens and his staff were a delight to work with - very professional, dedicated to providing the highest quality in both the work and service. The attention to detail in the home shines through in everything from the coordination of the various natural stones used in the baths, kitchen and laundry areas to the exposed antique brick in the foyer and along the sidewalks, driveway and atop the chimney. Les has built a team of partners that are as commited to creativity, perfection and integrity as he. Marlin Landscape provided a beautiful setting for the home and Green Electronics integrated the sound, internet, television and security systems. The strong mutual respect and passion for their work shared by these partners made LRO's creative vision a reality - and an extremely satisfied homeowner!

D. Allmon

LRO Residential built our house and we couldn't have been happier with the outcome or with the process. Les was attentive to every detail and provided meticulous oversight all along the way.

G. Brookshire

I have had a fantastic experience with LRO Residential on mutliple occasions with both a remodel and custom home. Extremely detailed. Thorough and quick execution. Highly trustworthy. I couldn't recommend them more highly.

S. Riskey


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Loyola University Chicago

Campus Ministry

Division of Student Development

Denomination Nation

January 28, 2018

Assalamu Alaykum Dear Students,

I hope you receive this letter with the best of health, Iman, and integrity.

We are at that point in the semester that the non-Sunni Muslim students on campus despise. In my THEO 295 Introduction to Islam class, I require students to interview Muslims who are not part of their sect or denomination. Meaning, if you are a non-Muslim, you may interview any Muslim. If you are a Muslim, then you find a Muslim who belongs to a different school. The net result is that a whole lot of Sunni students go on the search for all the Shia students.

The point of the exercise is to enter someone else's world to learn their outlooks, while also reflecting on your own. So, by design, a goal is to get -- for example -- Catholic students to get a taste of Muslim life, and Sunnis to get a taste of Muslim non-Sunni life.

The risk of this type of assignment is the exotifying of another population. Western Imperialists depict Peoples of Color as noble savages, in need of civilizing because they all suffer from the same alleged problems: lack of technology, patriarchy/misogyny, traditional lifestyles that prevent "progress," hypo-rational, hyper-violent, and hyper-sensual cultures, tribal rivalries, and general naivete. On a side note, my use of the term "Peoples of Color" is itself a problem because it reinforces the notion that "White" is a default, or a base like with paint, or a non-color, or a starting point. "Color" then, is a divergence from the “White” default.

Incidentally, this approach is also the approach of many preachers, seeking to correct the misguided masses. Conversion for them is no different than conquest for the imperialist.

Thankfully, that has not happened with this assignment. Rather, as intended, the exercise has enhanced the experience of the interviewer by experiencing a bit of the humanity of the subject. Non-Muslim students have the chance to listen to a Muslim up close, and Muslim students have the chance to listen to a Muslim of a different sect up close.

In our campus community, we have students who self-identify as "Muslim" from across a whole span of theologies, including mainstream Sunnis and Shias, Ismailis, Ahmadis, Nation of Islam, Druze, as well as students from mix parentage, meaning one parent is Sunni and the other is Shia. A large percentage of students on campus, however, self-identify as, "My parents are _____ but I don't know what I am. I am spiritual, not religious." As you know, I position myself as a Sunni, following Hanafi law on most matters, and I am the Muslim Chaplain for all of you, even if you do not self-identify as Muslim.

If we hold to the orthodoxies and orthopraxies of each of these different sects, then we acknowledge that some of these denominations regard themselves as the only true paths of Islam, and regard all or some of the others as outside Islam. That theological or legal exclusivism is not a problem on its own; it is a necessary consequence of belief.

When you are claiming to be on a path to the Divine, then you will have to define what is inside and outside your path. In much of Islamic Tradition, exclusivity is based on creed, not on action. Your beliefs inform your intentions, and your intentions define your actions. Thus, you can commit a mountain of sins -- and the pathway for repentance is open to you -- but you are still a Muslim throughout that process so long as your beliefs are those of Islam. If your beliefs are outside of Islam, then your intentions are outside of Islam, then your actions are outside of Islam.

This may sound strict, but faith tends to be more strict than we realize. There are two opposites: one is to define belief according to action, another is to ignore belief and action entirely and define membership in the Muslim community according to identification as Muslims.

Consider the Khawarij (aka the Kharijites). They were a tiny literalist puritan movement with presence even in the time of the Prophet Muhammad, may peace be upon him, though they reach full infamous impact a few decades after his death. One person came to the Prophet and scolded him to shield himself with God, even though the Prophet himself is the embodiment of a relationship with God. The Prophet warned us about this type extremism, equating its "faith" to an arrow flying through a hunted animal. It races in and out, tearing flesh along the way.

The Khawarij were labeled as such because they departed from the greater community, regarding them all as heretics. They chose a strict interpretation of text over humanity, allowing violence as a solution to solve problems. When they would pray, they would pray with such force that their faces and palms would have scabs. Soon, they turned against Ali, may Allah ennoble his face, accusing him of having left Islam. Their argument was that in a political conflict he agreed to allow a human to judge over a matter when God is the Judge of all. The argument was easily defeated but did not convince most of the Khawarij. As part of a long path of killings, they killed him.

Many associate ISIS with the Khawarij. It follows that if you are living in ISIS-controlled territories that you have to carry a "repentance" identification card. It is not merely an ID; it confirms that you repent for a life of sin, being the life you lived before ISIS-rule.

The Khawarij quickly splintered among themselves, accusing each other of heresy and were wiped out. The same will happen with ISIS. Such groups tend to vanish as quickly as they arrive while having torn so much flesh along in the process.

If the Khawarij approach is to regard scripture as primary and literal, then the opposite approach is to regard scripture as incidental and metaphor:  include everyone who self-identifies as Muslim in the same family. At the national level, this is the dominant approach to Islam in our society: anyone who claims to be Muslim -- regardless of creed -- who gives Muslims good p/r is celebrated as a hero, while anyone who does not is hated. The easiest example is Muhammad Ali. Mainstream Sunnis and Shias would not have regarded the Muhammad Ali of the 1960s and early 1970s as a valid Muslim because of his beliefs in the teachings of the Nation of Islam, yet Muslims across the spectrum of doctrines celebrate his famous stances as the stances of a strong Muslim.

In this approach, there is no focus on salvation or upright conduct,  except if it garners good press. There is something to be said about representation especially in our image-conscious society, but I wonder if the cost is integrity. In each of the high-profile cases of celebrity preacher misconduct I worked on, community members urged me to stay away from law enforcement and from the media because of the bad image it would give Muslims. In the most recent case -- after which I have had three other low-profile cases -- the most vocal criticism came from people concerned about our public relations.

Thus, we celebrate numerous celebrities because they self-identify as Muslim, even though we would not otherwise recognize them as Muslim or vice versa. Or, we celebrate their fame despite the fact that almost the entirety of their product is most un-Islamic by any and all viewpoints. This list includes numerous singers, DJs, writers, comedians, actors, and on-camera talent. You know my view on Muslim celebrities, just like my view on celebrity preachers: look at them all as performers in a theater, and "Muslim" is one of the many attributes in their costume. Better yet, look at all of them as clowns in a global circus.

So we have five approaches. A secular humanist approach is to see the humanity in every person and value it. An imperialist approach is to regard everyone as being in need of conquer because they are in need of civilizing. A belief-driven approach is to derive intentions through articulated belief, with focus on salvation and character. A text-driven approach is to override all, including the Prophet himself. A p/r approach is to welcome everyone, so long as they make you look good. Pick two. You know which ones.

And Allah knows best.

Omer M


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Rumors and predictions over what Apple will spring run from new touch screen iPhone-like iPods to over-the-air music downloads, HD video at the iTunes Store, and an exclusive deal to offer The Beatles music library.

Even though Appleis stock is on the rise compared to the past few days, it is still several points below where it was a few weeks ago when investors saw closing numbers up over $148.

Despite the lull that has kept Apple in the $120 to $130 range, analysts are still optimistic about the companyis long term prospects. American Technology Research analyst Shaw Wu set a target price at $185, and Piper Jaffray analyst Gene Munster set his target price at $205.

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