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Ten word challenge: 1 result 2 implicit 3 curtain 4 sit 5 tree 6 response 7 breast 8 effort 9 method 10 scream Excerpt from 'Emily's Diary' Emily wanted to sit, but instead because of her anxiety, she passed around her a room, angry at herself and her teacher. She paused in front of the window to think what she could so, what she should do. Her eyes absentmindedly looked past the curtain, through the window at the tree outside, trying to come to terms with the result she for her last chemistry test, she had gotten a C, her first ever. Not good enough. She though to herself. She knew what her Daddy’s response would be, how he would react, he would be angry or disappointed, possibly both. In an effort to relax, Emily took several deep breaths but it was to no avail, until she was honest with her father, and everything was out ion the open, she would remain anxious and she knew it. She could lie to everyone else, but not her own father, never him. With a sigh, Emily decided to stop feeling sorry for herself and do something. The teenage girl chose to take a shower and get dressed in something more comfortable, if she was going to appear before her father specially with bad news, she might as well look her best, she decided to wear her her favorite micro mini skirt, no panties and the tightest sport bra she owned. Emily had an implicit agreement with her father, to the outside world, she was supposed to present the image of a perfect daughter, good grades, perfect attendance, amenable personality, and always dressed to impress and entice, and in return her father spoiled her silly with both money, status and his Cock. This grade, the first time she got less than a B+, could ruin hard. She shaved and her legs and made sure she was smooth all over, thinking that if she could seduce him before he asked about the test, he would go easier on her after they fucked. After that she decided to try using a new make up method she had seen in the latest video from the Instagram influencer Becky G, determined to look her best, the make up made her look older, sultrier, dirtier than her own age would suggest, she took one last look in the mirror and walked to her father’s study. “May I come in Daddy?” Emily said in her best lil girl voice and once given permission she walked inside, she was all smiles and as she purposely shook her immodest hips and ass, she almost made to his desk before, before he asked. “How was your test at school?” She flinched but recovered quickly, managing to invade his personal space before she attempted to kiss his lips, but her father knew what she was trying and before she could, she found herself bend over his lap, her ass cheek and pussy revealed to the world due to her lack of panties. Even knowing what was going to happen, left Emily unprepared, she felt his harsh spank land on her cunt lips and tender behind, and involuntarily she made a sound in between a moan and a scream. “I asked you a question, you little whore. How was your test at school” Her father demanded Emily melted under his abuse, she couldn’t deny him anything even knowing it would get her into trouble. “I am sorry Daddy, I got a C and...” His next few spanks felt even better against her flesh, the painful pleasure was more than her teenage body could handle, specially because her master knew all of her weak points and how to exploit them. She struggled against his lap, her left breast and its erect nipple rubbing indecently against him. Emily’s ‘punishment’ lasted almost an hour, her father teased her ass cheeks, her cunt lips with spanks, molestation as well as abusive gropes and caresses that made her wet and bothered but never once did he allow her to cum. Usually they used the time before her mother got home to fuck, but today all she got from her father were teasing touches that kept her on edge and made her feel completely unfulfilled. She tried the entire hour to entice him to fuck her, even begging for it but she couldn’t seduce home or coerce him, he was her master and he decided what he did to her and when. By the time her mother arrived she was a mess, but he had ordered her not to cum, that if she managed to make it until tomorrow without climaxing, he would forgive her. Emily nodded and quietly left his presence. Determined to do better next time.

You know, there was one struggling artist who couldn't decide, if he wanted to be a painter or an sculpture, he was famous for almost never finishing his work. He only finished around 20 works for art in like 60 years, heck most of the time he wasn't even paid to be an artist, he just doodle crazy ideas. You might have heard of him he was called Leonardo Da Vinci. I know that comparing you to one of the greatest artist in history may sound facetious, the point is that I think all artists struggle with the feelings you are having, and that is part of the process. You are right that today you get hired to do one thing, but I work with artists and they rarely feel they are actually making art. Just because you get paid to make it doesn't mean you feel any more or less successful. You are being too hard on yourself.

They say art is 10% inspiration, 90% perspiration. Having ideas isn't the hard part, committing to them is.

I would still like to read it all.

Okay, regardless I do think for the future ones a word count/range might be a good idea.

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I have added my contribution, it came up okay, I think I may have rushed it a little at the beginning but I didn't want to make it too long, I tried to keep it under an NC17 Rating, I hope I succeeded.

The Holy Vessel A few hours ago Sophia had been bathed in milk and honey by two level 5 priestesses of the order, they had skillfully and careful massaged every inch of her young body with the anointed liquids, purifying her flesh in order make it ready for the up coming holy ceremony. The experienced had left Sophia in a state of arousal and introspection. Teresa and with her daughter, had decided to join the Order of the Holy Scepter many years ago, Sophia wasn't sure how many years, since the order kept track of days, months and years using a completely system to the Gregorian calendar, but she knew it had been a long time, not just because she could barely remember the outside world with all its sin and depravity ,but because of the changes her young body had undergone and was still undergoing. Sophia wondered how she looked, for the first time, her mother had put make up on her, she hoped it looked beautiful, she hoped that she was sexy, that she looked exactly as she should be. She felt like a princess, and yet she knew this was the wrong, she wasn't meant to want to be a princess, that was outside world thinking, it was a sinful thought, but she couldn't quite help herself. Before they came to the compound all those years ago, Sophia had been like most girls obsessed with Disney, Hello Kitty and My Little Pony. She had sweet and innocent ideas of a prince charming, ideas she now knew were wrong. The life they had lived outside the compound had been a sinful one, she was The Vessel now, she had only one purpose, only one goal... The brush pulled on her hair a little hard, making Sophia cry in pain and bringing her back to the here and now, she looked at her mother, who was busy brushing her hair imploring her to be more careful. Teresa just smiled back, there was glint of something in her mother’s smile, it could be envy, or maybe lust? Sophia couldn't quite tell. The silence had suddenly become unbearable but before she could speak her mother beat her to the punch. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?” Teresa said with clear joy in her face, her mother had been over the moon ever since he learnt her own daughter had been chosen as The Vessel. Sophia didn't knew how she felt. But she knew what answer was expected of her. “Thank you. I just hope I am a worthy Vessel” She replied demurely, it was what The Vessel was suppose to say. “You are! His Holiness himself chose you and he is never wrong, your body knows what to do. Besides we both know how hard you have worked for this.” Her mother’s words made her feel a little more at ease. “Its okay to be nervous, its your first time with His Holiness, don’t worry I know you will please him.” Sophia told herself that there was nothing wrong with what was about to happen, that her feelings were just nerves. She gave her mother a nervous smile, she wasn't sure if she was trying to reassure her mother or herself. After another deep breath, Sophia tried to concentrate on her teachings, since the announcement she had been watching videos taken of past ceremonies, learning from them the many ways His Holiness could use The Vessel, there had been so many terms and positions, but Sophia felt confident she knew them all, and besides her mother was right, as The Vessel her body would know what to do even if she herself didn't. Mother and daughter knew that as the Head of the Order and the only man able to purify the souls of the churches members, His Holiness one that had taken dozens, perhpas even hundreds of Vessels, as such he would expect a perfect performance, furthermore if after the ceremony he found Sophia worthy, they could move from their small and meager home in the outer reaches of the compound, to His Holiness palace where, so as long as she was his Vessel, they would want for nothing. Her mother finished the thousand stroke of her hair, and Sophia stood up so her mother could inspect her clothes, the dress she was wearing had taken a dozen girls almost a month of pain staking work to complete, it was by everyone's assessment a work of art. The white semi-transparent silk cloth clung to Sophia’s flesh almost like a second skin, highlighting her every curve almost as if to advertise them, the edge of the dress barely covered her budding bra-less breasts and exposed a good third of her behind, the silk seemed designed to wrap her body in an enticing and alluring package. Her mother’s inspection found no flaws either in the dress or Sophia's skin, every inch of her seemed to be perfect, but she did found room for improvement in one area. Her daughter's thong. As a level six priestess in the order, Teresa knew that the fit of her panties was of primary importance for the ceremony so of course she adjusted them, making sure the Vessel’s nether regions were exposed via camel toe. Aided by her mother Sophia put on the five inch heel white leather sandals specially made for this year’s vessel. Sophia then took a few tentative steps but despite being a little higher than she was used to, Sophia was able to find her balance quickly and was soon walking on the heels as if she had been born in them. To complete the outfit, there was a veil, long enough to cover her shoulders and frame her beautiful almost regal features, it was made of the last of the white silk and decorated with pink flowers almost like a tiara, Teresa lovingly and carefully placed it on her daughters head and it made her look more innocent and more enticing. Finally with all the preparations complete, they walked to full length mirror, and Sophia was able to look at herself for the very first time, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Before when she had seen veil and the dress, she thought they looked like a clothes of a princess, now that she saw herself in the mirror, she knew that sinful thought had indeed been wrong, she didn’t look like princess. She looked like what she was, lust and desire made incarnate, she was His Holiness Vessel, the female chosen to take his lust and sin. The bell struck midnight and both mother and daughter smiled, they had managed to get her ready just in time, His Holiness would come for her any minute now, and like all good Vessels, Sophia was eager and ready to be filled...

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Smile and ask her what took her so long

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Granted, your wardrobe is unlimited but other people, lecherous men get to decide how you dress. I wish I could mind control others on sight.

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