#PROPERTY

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Chapel Springs barn

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The toilet is south facing.

[philosophybits]

Wise is he who does not grieve over what he does not have, but rejoices in what he has.

Democritus, Fragments, B231

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[happyheidi]

“𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝟪𝟧 𝗌𝗊𝗆 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝟣𝟢𝗄𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒!”

𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒𝖾𝗎

[victusinveritas]

[markdom2024]

This cunt serves Sir however he wishes...

Slapping myself

Swallowing cum, spit and piss

Starving when permitted

Exercising daily

Fucking with my dumb brain

Rimming Daddy whenever he wants

Training my ass and throat to take Daddy's cock

Sharing my location so Daddy can track me

Barking and oinking

Being clicker trained

Being locked up in Sir's basement

Embracing patriarchy

Installing a camera in my bedroom so Sir can watch me whenever he wants

Giving up seasonings and condiments

Humping furniture like a bitch in heat

Giving up my favorite foods

Giving him control of my style, diet, exercise and pleasure

Kissing and licking Daddy's feet, balls, ass and cock

Refraining from swearing

Wearing diapers

Requesting approval to use my whore allowance for nonessentials

Sleeping on the floor and staying off of the furniture

Eating out of dog bowls on the floor

Locking myself in the closet when asked

Cleaning and tidying the apartment

Finding Daddy porn on Tumblr

Dressing up as his fuckpig and whatever else he requests

Drinking only water and giving up all other beverages

Taking cold showers

Cleaning the toilet and bathroom floor with my tongue

Kneeling on rice

Eating dog food

Limiting my screen time

Depriving myself of sleep

Gagging for Daddy

Giving myself bruises

Degrading amd humiliating myself

Limiting my screen time

Abusing my nipples

Wearing sandpaper in my bra and panties

Practicing drowning

Crawling on the floor

Giving up my orgasms

Giving up my pronouns

Putting my hair up in pigtails

Letting Daddy condition me however he wants

Eating vegetarian when alone

Following his set schedule for eating and using the toilet

Asking permission to leave the house

Giving up my rights

Doing whatever Daddy wants, whenever he wants as I am his property to use as he desires.

💕piglet

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Property includes Larry, who has been waiting for the circus to go by since 1994.

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[allthecanadianpolitics]

B.C.’s new home-flipping tax will go into effect on Jan. 1, 2025. This means that anyone who sells a home within a year of purchasing it will have to pay a 20 per cent tax rate on the profit.

That percentage drops to 10 per cent after 18 months and then down to zero after the person has owned the property for more than two years.

The tax is meant to crack down on house-flipping but some experts argue that it will impact people who are not trying to flip properties.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Property

@wolfstarmicrofic May 16, word count 725

First part

Remus called the nurse in immediately and requested help to have a shower. He hated having to ask for help, but this was important. Sirius had seen him at his worst yesterday, and he wanted to look at least halfway decent. 

“Can you deal with me?” Nurse Pomfrey asked. “We don’t have a male member of staff on this morning.” 

“No, that’s fine, Poppy. Besides, at this point, I think you’ve seen me naked more times than I have myself.” 

Nurse Pomfrey had been a new nurse the first time Remus had been brought to this hospital when his local one had finally decided that they didn’t have the facilities to figure out what was wrong with him. She’d been with him every single visit he’d had over the years. She called him every birthday and Christmas. She owned a small property close by the hospital, and Remus had stayed with her a few times when he’d come for appointments, but wasn’t ill enough to stay in the hospital. She was family, and Remus trusted her far more than any doctor in this hospital. 

“Come on, then let’s get you cleaned up. I’m guessing whoever sent you those is who you’re trying to impress?” She raised a knowing eyebrow at him. Remus felt his face heat. 

“Erm, yes,” he laughed nervously. “Would you like one?” Her face broke out into a smile. 

“Let’s get you clean, and I’ll have one as a little reward.” She helped him up and, with Remus leaning heavily on her, they made their way over to the bathroom. 

The lukewarm water washed away the dried sweat from yesterday and, with her trusty sponge and Remus’s shower gel, Poppy soon had him smelling fresher. She towelled him off and got him a fresh pair of pyjamas, and helped him back into bed. “Let me know when this mysterious young man gets here, I’d like to get a look at him,” she told him as she tucked him in. 

“You and me both,” Remus confessed. “I only got a glimpse of the back of his head yesterday. I think his parents made a donation or something. The doctor with all the hair was showing them around,” Poppy rolled her eyes. 

“Doctor Lockhart,” 

“Prat,” Remus huffed. Poppy snorted as she plumped his pillow up. 

“I won’t tell him you said that if I can have two chocolates,”

“Tell him, I don’t care, but take all you want, I’ll only eat them,” he waved his hand towards the mostly full basket. 

“Don’t mind if I do,” she said, popping one into her mouth. She froze, and just as Remus began to get worried, she let out a little moan. “Oh my, these are delicious!’

“Right! I don’t know how I’m going to go back to Mars bars when I’ve had these,” Poppy finished her chocolate and looked at him. 

“When you say they made a donation, you’re not talking about the Blacks, are you?” 

“Erm, maybe. I think that’s what Doctor Too Many Teeth said. The woman called him Sirius, so I think that’s his name,” Remus shrugged as he popped one of the chocolates into his mouth. 

When he looked back at Poppy, her eyebrows had disappeared into her fringe. 

“Be careful, my love, they are a notorious family and not for good reasons. I’m not sure how well they’ll take their eldest son sending expensive chocolates and meeting with another boy,” Remus swallowed. He understood what she was getting at. 

“I’ll be careful, Poppy. It’s probably for another photoshoot anyway. I must have looked awful yesterday,” Remus tried to laugh it off, but why would Sirius have spent the time putting that cold cloth on his head when the cameras weren’t even there if that was all he wanted? 

A soft knock at the door tore him from his thoughts. 

“Hi,” the most beautiful person Remus had ever seen greeted them. 

“Hi,” Remus replied breathily. Poppy stood up from where she’d perched on the edge of his bed. 

“Call me if you need me,” she said, popping another of the chocolates into her mouth before winking at him. She gave Sirius her best scary nurse look and left them to it. Sirius watched her with amusement as she left the room before turning to Remus. 

“Hi,” he said again. 

“Hi,” Remus grinned. 

Next part

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On the first day God said "let there be light, and even if there isn't any just take the photo, don't worry about it".

[krumpkin]

Nice 😊