French author and member of the Académie Française. He laid the foundations for a new literary genre, the fairy tale, with his works derived from pre-existing folk tales. The best known of his tales include Le Petit Chaperon Rouge (Little Red Riding Hood), Cendrillon (Cinderella), Le Chat Botté (Puss in Boots), La Belle au bois Dormant (The Sleeping Beauty), and Barbe Bleue (Bluebeard). (Wikipedia)
From our stacks: Illustrations from The Cinderella Fairy Book; containing: Cinderella, or the Glass Slipper, Puss in Boots, Red Riding Hood, Drill of the A, B, C, Army. With Twenty-eight Colored Illustrations. Cincinnati: Peter G. Thomson, 1881.
Little Beauty and the Beast 2017 things that I really loved:
*that opening ballroom scene with all the people and grandeur it was so cool
*Emma Watson. Just her in her entirety as a person
*the fact that Belle wears PRACTICAL BOOTS LIKE EVEN UNDER HER FANCY BALLGOWN
*the effects and all the townsfolk and the choreography it looked like so much work went into it I am stunned
*Maurice’s little song I almost cried
*more Mom backstory!
*Le Fou’s big gay crush on Gaston like did you see those loving looks
*that one guy who after being made over by the wardrobe smiled and flounced away
*Le Fou: “I was on Gaston’s side but we’re kinda going through a rough time right now” Mrs Potts: “you deserve better than him”
*Beast/Adam making fun of Romeo and Juliet
*the wait for the happy ending- all was almost lost
*the little extra songs that weren’t in the original animated version
*LE FOU DANCING WITH THE GUY AT THE END
Overall, I recommend it! It was far better than you would expect a simple live-action remake to be.
⇢ NOTE: this is heavily inspired by All Time Low’s album “Last Young Rendegade”. I pulled inspiration from 9/10 of the songs on the album, so the songs correspond to the story in timeline as you can see through the story.
this i also for my son’s birthday! i hope you guys enjoy!
The sky was vermilion from the setting autumn sun, its rays gleaming down on the industrial city. The beams caught onto every reflective surface, creating a red room effect. The world seemed to stand still for a moment, as what looked like a fire consumed the sky.
Sneakers screeching along the sidewalk interrupted the quiet environment as two middle schoolers jumped around, the look of the sky in their eyes. Passion and love escaping them through the most valuable piece of themselves.
Kim Byeol jumped in her excitement, the world slowing as her dark hair whipped around her body, she looked like a tornado. She was a tornado, soon to wreck his life. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked at the boy to whom she would destroy. He stood in front of the setting sun where all the rays hit him just right, and for a moment she lost him.
He looked like a storm, raging and ready for the next sudden turn. The placid look on his features turned to dust as the lights started to fade along with the sun. His lips rose, and he turned so that his back was towards her.
“Let’s go,” he proposed, a flicker across his back.
Byeol always loved this about him. The constant need for adventure, the feeling of adrenaline running through her veins that she never expected to gain from such a charming teen.
He took off, a grin showing off his pearly teeth with Byeol stood in his wake. She stared at him sprint, before joining him.
They continued to drag their sneakers along the concrete, deafening screeches once again coming from them before it all halted, their breaths mingled and long. Boys and girls stood around them, paying no mind as they continued their painting.
“The best place you could ever go. Where would that be?” he asked her, standing an inch closer than she thought necessary.
“Just you wait,” he hissed. “Just you wait. Papa Koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse, and he’s got bells on his boots and a ring in his pocket, and he knows your name, Marya Morevna.”
“Just you wait,” he hissed. “Just you wait. Papa Koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse, and he’s got bells on his boots and a ring in his pocket, and he knows your name, Marya Morevna.” - Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
This is my concluding chapter of Slave Jeannie. Just a reminder that I keep completed stories on @white-slaver-tales
Previously, we had kidnapped Jeannie from the mall and started its training and transformation from an independent woman to an obedient sex slave and compliant fucktoy. After a week of rape and torture where we felt we were starting to break the slave formerly known as Jeannie, we would begin a new schedule.
We would typically wake the slave at about 6am. The slave would be given dog food and water . We would bind its hands behind its back to ensure that it would have use its mouth to eat and drink like a dog. This was to humiliate and strip the slave of its dignity.
After breakfast, the slave would be taken to the exercise room. Be fitted with ballet boots and force to walk a treadmill also with its hands cuffed behind its back, its ankles with loose ankle cuffs and a long chain that attached both restraints. The slave was held up by straps. But we also wired its tits, pussy and asshole. If the slave started resting on the straps, there was a sensor that would send several volts of electricity through its body giving a nasty shock. The slave would on the treadmill for 3 hours at about 5 mph.
The rest of the morning would be disciplining the slave typically having it bound while we would flog it. Then we would subject the slave to forced orgasms. Even though the slave clearly felt tortured, the puddle of cum the slave would leave on the floor showed it was getting pleasure.
After lunch which again consisted of dog food and water in a dog dish, we would then put the slave through pet training. First would be Hucow training. We would lock the slave’s neck in a stockade and secure its wrists and ankles with metal manacles. Then pumps would be attached to its nipples. By the second day, we would inject a chemical that would extract milk from the slave. The side effect of course was it dumbs down the slave. Which is ok. Also the constant pumping would of course increase its tit size a little.
Then next would be pony training. We fit the slave with a leather body harness with a bridle with a bit gag, nipple clamps with bells on them and boots with a hoof heel. We attach reigns so the slave can pull a cart that we’re sitting in. A flogger or riding crop ensures the slave keeps moving. Of course the one thing the slave likes about pony training is the rare opportunity to be outside.
After pony training, its dinner time with again, dog food and water in a dog bowl. Then the slave is taken to the wash room for a cleaning. Hosed down with cold water usually restrained.
Then the slave is locked in a bondage chair with its wrists, ankles and neck secured with metal restraints. The slave would be forced to watch basically a brainwashing video on a big screen tv. She would watch the whore’s mantra along with all kinds of subliminal messages.
Then the slave would be put to bed. It would always be in restraints. If it was compliant, the restraints would be loose and the slave would have a mattress to lie on. If it was non-compliant, it would be locked in tighter restraints with no mattress. The slave was usually compliant.
At the end of the second week, it was time for body modifications. We had our slave Chloe, a tattoo and piercing artist in her previous life put a barcode tattoo on the back of the slave’s neck and then strap the slave to a gynecology table and put piercings on its septum, nipples, clit hood and 3 piercings on each labia. This is to signify ownership.
At the end of the third week, we decided it was time to sell the slave. We had its collaring and branding ceremony. We dressed the slave in a black leather corset, black garter belts, stockings and high heeled strappy open toed heels that we initially captured the slave in. The slave’s private parts were exposed.
We had the slave kneel in the middle of the room with its legs spread and hands on top of its head. I then showed it a metal collar.
“Is the slave ready for its collar?” I asked
“The slave ready if Master wishes it to be” the slave was trained to respond
I proceeded to lock the collar around her neck. It now had its very own slave collar.
That’s was of course the easy part. Next we strapped the slave to a bench. I then took a branding iron. Placed it in hot coal.
“Is the slave ready for its branding?”
“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be”
I then placed the iron against its back just above its ass. The slave let out a nice scream.
It was branded with number 1027. Once known as Jeannie, it was now slave 1027. We then locked 1027 in its cell. We placed it on a mattress and placed metal manacles around its ankles and wrists. Its new metal collar was tethered to a loose chain to the wall.
We closed the bidding for 1027 at midnight. The winning bid was for $125,000 to an underground bdsm website called punished sluts who’s base of operations was an uncharted island in the Atlantic.
The next morning, we got the slave up at 8am. After giving it its breakfast, we contacted the website and showed the slave.
“Is the slave satisfactory to you?”
“Yes it is. We’ll have a ship at the shipyard to transfer it.”
We agreed to meet there at 1pm. Slave 1027 was given one final cleaning. Then we put back on its outfit from the previous night. It was then placed in a cage. Its collar was tethered to the bottom of the cage. Its wrists were handcuffed behind its back and tethered to the top of the cage and each ankle cuffed to each side of the cage. We then placed placed the cage in our van and I went with Bruce to deliver the slave to its new owner.
We met 1027’s new owner at 1pm and the cage was placed on the ship and brought to its new life. In a couple days, 1027 would be raped and tortured while men got off on it.
Milo has gone through about 5 or 6 pairs of bell boots since March so we’re trying the Thinline Gator Boots which are supposed to be indestructible and have a 1 year warranty so we’ll keep you posted while Milo the Destructor does his best