SDarkheart

Posted a couple things in the forums, partially to see what responses come from one, and if the other anyone finds interesting. Its interesting to see how people look at others with only a single fact is known about the other person.

In this case its a paper I wrote in 2010 about Discrimination in the Workplace- specifically in regards to those with felonies and other criminal histories. The overall question that I tried to look at in the paper is if it is discrimination to exclude someone from gaining employment if they have a criminal history. I intentionally didn't go into detail on the various statistics of one crime versus another and the work opportunities offered to those just returning to 'normal' society.

Immediately most people that have read my paper look to the cases involving pedophiles and embezzlers trying to get back into touch with their victim pools (ie: pedophile trying to work in a daycare, or embezzler into finances). What happened to giving people a second chance because they are people and everyone makes mistakes or bad choices?

I will say that repeat offenders do not always deserve a third or fourth chance if the same crime is committed, but even first offenders what are highly qualified for positions are being turned away from jobs simply because they have a criminal history. (Yes I've seen it, no I will not go into detail- not my story to tell.)

Unfortunately, I can see where this is both a good and a bad policy [policy being not to hire those with criminal histories] yet can't think of a good way to 'fix' the issue since so many people seem to find pleasure in keeping those they see as 'lower' down instead of trying to help raise them up... Guess that's just the good nature and trust I have shining through the darkness in hoping people actually want to better themselves without it being at another person's expense. On the plus side of this paper- when I wrote it, I was the first person the instructor came across in over 10 years of teaching Business Ethics that was willing to look at this as a form of discrimination and got my other classmates at the time thinking about how they look at applicants.

Oh, how life changes... Missing old friends, gained some new ones.. Lost blood family and contemplating why I still live in WA then remember that I can't afford to go anywhere else. No longer under a protection collar due to life (and jobs) pulling us apart and missing those that gave it to me. Damn my neck feels bare, but thats alright, I'll be fine- been in this position before so kinda used to it after so many times of not finding One to serve.

Got questions, ask me.. I might answer.

Silence. Darkness. A quiet breath. A soft thump. A muffled shuffle. Darkness unending...

Taking another quiet breath she waits. Not sure if He is around she pulls once more upon the bindings holding her. Tossing her head in frustration she tries again to shake off the blindfold.

A soft click. Another tug and toss.

A sharp slap of leather against bare flesh. A yelp of painful surprise.

Trembling, she strains to sense where He is while trying not to whimper in sexually charged frustration, fear and pain.

"You were warned my pet. Though I think you need another reminder, I will put it off for now as we have somewhere to go."

A Couple of silence filled moments later she is slowly lowered til her bare feet are solidly on the plush carpet, from the wide toe-point her legs had been pulled to. Biting into her gag as the tension on her wide stretched arms is released, she fights back a scream of agony as blood rushes back to her limbs.

After what seems to be an eternity later she feels His hands lovingly rub her limbs to help ease them. Then a single kiss on the back of her neck, at the bottom edge of the simple leather collar that encircles her throat. Shivering with pleasure she patiently waits as He removes her simple restraints.

Leaving her blindfold on, she is gently nudged forward. Following His light touches, she proceeds Him into another plushly carpeted room. Carefully kneeling at His touch to her shoulder, she silently waits, her hands folded neatly on her lap.

"Count to 50 pet, then remove the blindfold and prepare yourself in what is laid out. You may do your hair and cosmetics as you see fit. I shall return in a bit." Nodding once in acknowledgment she silently begins to count.

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Quietly opening the door, He steps through and stands just inside-- watching her. Smiling at Him in the mirror her slides her lipstick over her full lower lip. Turning she rises to her feet while balancing carefully on the nearly 4 inch heels, she starts to take a step toward Him only to be halted by His raised hand. When He points to the solid four poster bed she nods slightly, wondering if He has found some flaw in her attire.

Pressing her front against the post, she stretches her hands upward, causing her full skirts to push back and her corset to loosen slightly.

Closing her eyes she feels Him untie her corset and begin to tighten it further. Gasping for each short breath when He's done, she smiles at the the love in His voice. "Well done pet. Lets go, we are starting to run late."

Adjusting her ample breasts she follows His almost six foot frame out the door. Her bare legs whisper against her silken skirts, her steps becoming more sure with each stride, her arousal leaping as she ponders what is in store for them tonight.

Almost running into Him in her rush to keep up with Him, she misses His words to the butler. After their brief pause He continues out of the house then hands her into the old style carriage that awaits them.

Wrinkling her brow she ponders the reasons behind the carriage when she knows He has several nice cars in the garage. Only then taking note of His black jacket, crisp slacks, and white tie-less dress shirt, all of which seems to fit the same old style of her gown, their conveyance and the air of slight mystery to the evening.

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Thats all I've got so far.. suggestions are welcome, though they may not be heeded... I may write more on it later... but for now here it is... only the Gods know where it might end.

Yea, the location has updated but the move isn't official yet. I'm still having a few complications in my life but I'm working on them.... Part of me still wants to curl up in a corner and disappear but I know I'm not going to be allowed to do that anytime soon so its just wishful thinking at this point.

As usual, if you have questions for me feel free to ask them... I might get around to answering them.

Well, I'm off to Autumn War....

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Life sucks, then you die and add to the stink.

Starting to flounder just a bit...

Yea, my life officially sucks right now. I've got to move by the end of the month and can't find a place to go. I've got friends that need my help.. or at least they think so. I've got other friends trying to mix me up in drama-which I'm doing my best to pretend doesn't exist. (Remember, I hate drama- even my own.)

I feel like every time I make a little bit of headway on the river of life, I get washed back down stream and thrown over a few waterfalls. Why is it that I can't seem to keep above the water for very long before someone pushes me under again? Yea, I'm fighting depression again. Family stuff has me down too... Add to this stuff the fact that I want to ask a few pointed questions of a couple people but am worried about pushing them away if I do so.

How do you ask someone why they won't show you where they live though they have said they feel like you are an extension of them? How am I supposed to figure out what I want out of life when life keeps dropping boulders on me?

I had a friend once tell me that they would be glad to collar me if I could do two things. One, gain a steady income for at least 6 months. Two, support myself for at least 6 months without having a mental break down.

Hmm... lets see here... Its now July (almost Aug) and I've managed both of those things since January. Yet I don't want to bring up what was spoken since He seems to have found yet another toy to keep Him satisfied. Yea, I'm tormenting myself with this one.

Well, its off to Summer Hunt (an SCA event for those who don't know) to help out a friend and see what kind of mischief I can get myself into... and out of.