In late 2022, there was a major tech news story that made headlines for a hot minute, but was completely forgotten. In Fort Worth, Texas, the first ever automated McDonald’s restaurant opened.
From the outside, it looks like a typical McDonald’s. It has the same aesthetics and architecture that have become so iconic. But inside, there are none of the usual fast-food workers. There are just rows of kiosks and a conveyer belt. Once you place your order, it’s automatically prepared behind the scenes in the kitchen. Then, when it’s ready, it’s bagged and wheeled out to you.
When it’s working optimally, you never have to interact with another human being. Whether you consider that a good or bad thing is entirely up to you, but that’s the ideal. As for how it handles orders that aren’t properly bagged, food that isn’t properly cooked, or drinks that aren’t properly prepared, that’s not yet clear.
This isn’t intended to be the start of a massive effort to automate every McDonald’s restaurant. It’s largely a test to see just how much a standard fast food restaurant can be automated.
As someone who’s first paying job was in fast food, I have some mixed feelings about this.
On one hand, I welcome this kind of automation. I remember what it was like working at these restaurants. The pay was awful. The conditions sucked. And you had to regularly clean up messes that made you want to throw up.
On the other, this is an undeniable sign that automation is accelerating and the low-skilled jobs that many people rely on might become less and less available in the coming years. And for those who really need a job, even if it’s a lousy, low-paying job, that could be seriously detrimental to large swaths of people.
In terms of the bigger picture, I think this is a much larger story than people realize. Automation has been a popular talking point for years now. I’ve certainly touched on it. And I think the recent rise of artificial intelligent programs like ChatGPT have really raised the profile of automation, mostly because it revealed that it’s more than just factory jobs that are vulnerable to it.
It might even be because of ChatGPT that this story about McDonald’s flew under the radar. But I honestly think automation in the fast food and restaurant industry could be more disruptive in the short-term than products like ChatGPT.
In the coming years, we might look back at this automated McDonald’s as the first step towards a new trend in automation. People have talked about automating things like fast food for years. Then, the lingering effects of the COVID-19 pandemic and new trends in labor converged to create new incentives.
This is no longer just an idea that exists on paper or in the imaginations of CEO’s fantasizing about not having to pay minimum-wage workers anymore. This restaurant actually exists. People in the Fort Worth area can visit it right now.
Again, it’s not part of an ongoing effort to automate every McDonald’s. If you go to this restaurant, chances are you’ll deal with a system that’s still being refined. There’s probably still people there behind the scenes, monitoring and fixing whatever bugs emerge in the system. There’s a good chance those people are paid much more than minimum wage. There’s also a good chance that this particular McDonald’s isn’t going to be more profitable than those with human workers.
But those are just logistical issues that can be polished, refined, and streamlined. All it takes is time and experience. It’s not unlike the first assembly line or the first 3D-printer. It’s messy and clunky at first, but it steadily becomes more efficient with time and investment.
Eventually, it’ll get to a point where a functional McDonald’s won’t ever need a staff of low-skilled employees anymore. In principle, it would only need one person to be there to make sure the ingredients are re-stocked and the equipment doesn’t break. The company probably wouldn’t even need to pay the person that much. If they’re qualified to work as an unpaid intern in a standard IT department, they’re probably qualified to manage this system.
And if McDonald’s finds a way to make it work, you can expect the competition to catch up quickly. There would just be too much incentive to remove all the low-skilled wage labor as a means of increasing profits. It won’t happen overnight, but one company only needs to succeed once before others copy it.
Fittingly enough, that’s something McDonald’s did before. Their system of fast food was pioneered in the early 1950s and proved so successful that many other competitive, including Burger King and Taco Bell, embraced it. It’s very likely we’ll see something similar play out with automation.
But what does that mean for low-skilled labor, in general?
That’s a relevant question. There’s no way this kind of automation will stop at fast food restaurants. Add AI tools like ChatGPT into the mix and even mid-skill jobs could be at risk.
I don’t claim to know the answer, but I suspect we’re going to see some major upheavals in how we work in the coming years. That’s going to have consequences, good and bad. And I honestly worry that we’re not prepared for the bad consequences in the slightest.
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This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video essay delves into the damsel trope. It’s a trope that has been subject to far greater scrutiny in recent years. Changing trends, as well as plenty of unflattering portrayals, have given this trope a bad reputation.
However, there is still value to the role of a damsel in a story. And no movie makes that point clearer than Megamind.
Through Roxanne Richie, a character who checks almost every box as a damsel, this movie dared to show that a damsel could be more than just a frequent target of abduction. And in doing so, Roxanne proved that she is the true hard of this movie. Enjoy!
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The following is a sexy short story about a couple sharing a little intimacy with help from a strict, but fair dominatrix at a BDSM club. Enjoy!
“You’re in my domain now, mutts! What I say from here on out is law! Do you understand?”
The harsh, authoritative voice of Mistress Vinetra boomed throughout the chamber. It hit with such force and intensity that Olivia “Lily” Bristow shook, as though she’d been struck by a rod. Her husband, Byron Bristow, reacted with an even greater shudder. And he was a former marine who stood nearly a foot taller than their scantily dressed Mistress.
But even though she was so harsh and demanding – glaring at them the way a warden would look at a couple of prisoners – they stook meek and obedient in her presence. With their head hung low, they addressed her with the utmost submission.
“Yes, Mistress Vinetra. We understand,” Lily and Byron said simultaneously.
The woman before them just sneered and cracked her knuckles.
“What was that? Did you just cough or whimper? Because I didn’t hear shit!” she barked. “Either tell me you understand! Or face my wrath!”
In her hands, she gripped a leather studded whip. Then, in a demonstration of rare skill, she cracked it with a flick of her wrist. The tip came so close to Lily’s face that she felt the air brush by her cheek. Mistress Vinetra did the same to Byron. And it had the desired effect.
“Yes! We understand! We understand!” Lily said, sounding on the brink of tears.
“Please, Mistress…forgive us,” said Byron, his lips quivering. “We acknowledge your authority. We trust in your word.”
“Then, say it louder!” she barked. “Tell me who your mistress is!”
“You are!” the two of them yelled.
“Louder!”
“YOU ARE!” they said, practically screaming it at that point.
The walls trembled and their ears rung. This particular chamber wasn’t the most spacious place to carry out the task before them. But that was somewhat necessary for a bondage dungeon. It couldn’t be too luxurious. Lily and Byron learned long ago that certain places needed to be uncomfortable in order to set the right mood – relatively speaking.
This particular bondage dungeon was known for going the extra mile. It was an invite-only club that catered exclusively to those seeking a fully immersive BDSM experience. The people who ran it weren’t just ordinary enthusiasts. They were professionals, on par with licensed therapists. Whether they worked in bondage, submission, fetishism, or role playing, the patrons of this dungeon could rest assure that they only dealt with the best of the best from the BDSM world.
Standing side-by-side, they exchanged glances as Mistress gripped her whip and paced before them.
This middle-aged woman carried herself as someone who ate, slept, and breathed BDSM. Her attire consisted entirely of high-quality black leather, all of which had been custom fitted to high her toned, athletic body like a second skin. It included thigh-high stiletto boots, matching black gloves that ran halfway up her arm, a black corset that had a cutout for her large breasts, and crotchless panties that displayed her vagina, even in poor lighting.
But the most distinguishing feature of Mistress Vinetra’s attire was her mask, which covered her head and half her face. She’d boasted before that she made it herself, customizing it for her head and embroidering it with a unique array of symbols. It was her most distinguishing piece and she wore it like a crown. And within this chamber that she had set up, she was queen.
“I know why you’re here again,” she said, still pacing and grasping the whip. “You need another lesson in Mistress Vinetra’s discipline. Tell me I’m right!”
“Yes! You are right, Mistress,” Byron said quickly.
“I supposed I shouldn’t be too surprised. You mutts are so pathetic and inept. You can’t handle yourselves. You need my forceful hand to guide you. Tell me I’m right!”
“You’re right, Mistress!” Lily said, just as quickly.
The domineering woman just shook her head and sneered. She then turned towards Lily and pointe the tip of her whip at her face, aiming it right between her eyes.
“You’re lucky I’m a merciful mistress,” she told them, her voice both menacing and oddly lurid. “You come into my domain. You pay handsomely to lock yourself in this chamber. I can and will guide you. But you must exercise complete obedience. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” said Lily and Byron like loyal soldiers.
“Louder!” she barked.
“YES, MISTRESS VINETRA!” they shouted.
Responding so loudly and obediently took Lily back to boarding school. Obeying authority and following rules had been a constant in her life since she was a child. She’d grown up in a strict religious household. Her father was an accomplished businessman and her mother was principle at a prestigious private school. They’d made it clear to her and her four siblings at a young age. There were a lengthy list of rules that they were expected to follow. Breaking or undermining those rules usually resulted in immediate and strict punishments.
Her husband’s upbringing was very similar. His parents both came from military backgrounds. His father was an accomplished officer in the navy and his mother ran a successful veterans charity. Like her parents, they sent Byron to military school so that he could understand and appreciate the value of discipline. It made him a very stern, regimented person by nature. It ultimately served him well during his time in the marines.
Throughout their respective lives, she and Byron exercised great discipline. Even when they started dating, having met during a military parade, they followed a strict regimen. They would even go so far as to time their dates by the hour. And when they got married, they demanded the ceremony start exactly at noon, much to the chagrin of their less disciplined relatives.
While that discipline had served them well for much of their lives, they quickly learned it had been a hindrance on their sex life. They realized during their honeymoon that intimacy, even among married couples, didn’t have as many strict rules. It led to many failed efforts and awkward nights. For a time, she and Byron had been at a loss.
Then, they discovered the lurid world of BDSM. And shortly afterwards, they met Mistress Vinetra.
“Glad we understand each other,” the leather-clad woman said coldly. “Now, let the guidance begin. Take off your clothes!”
Lily and Byron couldn’t comply fast enough. They both stripped down with an urgency that wasn’t the least bit sensual. But in shedding their clothes before this woman and within this domain, something already awoke within them.
They usually did a good job at hiding it, but not tonight. Lily could sense the intensity in her husband’s breathing as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, undid his pants, and took them off along with his underwear. Being told what to do in such a clear, direct manner often got him energized – nut unlike his days at boot camp. But this time, that energy had a sexual component.
“All of it!” Mistress Vinetra barked. “Take it all off!”
They stripped faster. And when she slapped the whip in her hand, it got Lily going too – reminding her of the nuns and priests who ran her old boarding school. She was already down to her bra and panties, breathing heavily like her husband every step of the way. Upon removing her bra and slipping out of her panties, she felt that same energy. And it had an effect on her.
“Damn. I’m already getting wet,” Lily said under her breath.
“What was that?” the imposing woman yelled.
“Nothing! Nothing at all, Mistress!” she said meekly before stepping out of her panties.
Now fully naked, alongside her husband, she stood at attention before Mistress Vinetra. Instinctively, she used her hands to cover parts of her nakedness. It was a standard reflex for a woman who’d grown up in such a strict, conservative home.
But Mistress Vinetra was having none of that. She used the whip to slap her arms from afar, forcing her to keep her hands by her sides.
“Hey! Don’t you dare cover up!” she said sternly. “Your tits, your pussy, and everything in between should be completely exposed.”
She then turned the whip towards Byron, who was equally inclined to cover his exposed genitals. But he quickly refrained.
“The same goes for your dick and balls!” she said to him. “Be ashamed of your bodies on your own time. In my chamber, you get naked and you don’t hide it! Those are my rules. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” they both shouted in response.
At this point, she and Byron were more focused. Within this woman’s chamber, everything was so ordered and strict. But some of her rules clashed directly with other rules she had followed all her life. Modesty had always been a big deal in her family. Lily used to be so self-conscious that she wouldn’t even undress in front of other girls at school during gym class. Even after their wedding, just getting undressed in front of her husband had been challenging.
Now, here she was, bare-ass naked in a BDSM dungeon with a husband who was so reserved he avoided women in bikinis. But instead of shame and self-consciousness, she felt something else. She felt aroused – energized by the notion that this chamber operated under different set of rules, but rules that were still very strict.
“You feel it already, don’t you?” the leather-clad woman said, pointing the tip of her whip at their genitals. “The power of my authority – it’s making you hot and horny like pigs in heat.”
Lily opened her mouth to respond, but then her mistress pointed the whip towards her mouth to silence her. Byron bit his lip too and kept standing at attention. But that was no longer the only thing at attention.
“Your dick is getting hard. Your pussy is getting wet,” the imposing woman said, putting her whip at their lower bodies. “You don’t just demand my authority. You crave it!”
She and Byron remained silent, standing still like soldiers in front of a drill sergeant. They kept breathing heavily, their hearts racing as they faced Mistress Vinetra’s imposing glare. The energy and tension of the room escalated as she began pacing before them, casually slapping her whip into her hand. More and more, it became sexually charged. It was as though their bodies didn’t know the difference between sexual arousal and harsh discipline.
Those blurred lines were the key to the experience they sought. She and Byron learned early in their exploration of BDSM that many kinds emerged when the lines between ordinary arousal and sexual arousal became obscure. Finding and focusing on those lines had been a challenge. But Mistress Vinetra helped them in that journey. For that reason, among many others, she had their trust, as well as their total obedience.
“There are so many ways I could use that to humiliate you,” Mistress Vinetra said. “I could degrade and hurt you in ways you can’t imagine. And in my chamber, there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”
That was meant to scare them. She even moved in closer, so much so that Lily could smell her overpriced perfume and imported black lipstick. Most rational people would’ve been terrified or put off, at the very least.
Instead, it just made her and Byron even hornier. Byron was already semi-erect. Lily still didn’t know if that was because of or in spite of his lifetime of sexual reservations.
“But lucky for you dirty mutts, I’m understanding as well as merciful,” Mistress Vinetra said in a more measured tone. “And in order to properly guide you, I’ll need the right tools.”
A lascivious grin crept across her face, evoking even more excitement between her and Byron. Still gripping her whip, the leather-clad woman slipped off to the side towards a large black cabinet stood against the wall. It resembled an old dresser, common to master bedrooms. When she opened the double doors, they heard her rummage through what sounded like an old toolbox. But they couldn’t see what she was getting.
“Eyes forward! Don’t you dare peak!” she barked from behind the doors.
Their heads snapped back into their previous position, their arms tensing as they continued standing like soldiers, still fully nude and awaiting orders. Mistress Vinetra kept sifting through her tools. The sound of metal and plastic objects clanking together filled the chamber. For all they knew, she was doing it on purpose. This was just her way of building the tension even more.
Even if it was, Lily and Byron didn’t dare question her. They just waited patiently until she emerged from behind the cabinet with a small bag of objects in hand. Lily was tempted to peak over to see what they were, but resisted that temptation in the name of respecting her Mistress’ rules.
“You! Bitch in heat!” Mistress Vinetra said, directing her voice towards Lily. “Present your hands and wrists to me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lily said quickly.
That obedient response earned her a quick swat on her buttocks by the whip.
“I don’t remember telling you to talk!” she spat. “That was a warning. Consider it the last warning I give!”
Lily’s lips quivered, but she remained silent. The part of her butt where the whip struck really stung. Mistress Vinetra had surprising strength for a woman of her stature. But that sting didn’t just dissuade her from saying anything else. It added to her arousal.
She could already feel it between her legs, the folds of her womanhood becoming wet and engorged. Given her conservative upbringing, this kind of arousal was so taboo and forbidden. Good, upstanding woman weren’t supposed to get this horny, even around their husbands. It was so wrong by every standard she had ever learned, but it felt so right on a much deeper level.
Even as she tried and failed to hide her arousal, Lily did as her mistress asked. She placed her wrists together and presented them to her mistress, as if she were being arrested. Almost immediately, she felt the older woman grab her wrists and secure them with handcuffs. They were not the cheap, toy variety either. These were real. They were meant to retrain those who didn’t want to be restrained.
“You are bound in my lair, bitch,” Mistress Vinetra said right to her face, employing a deeply lurid voice. “Now, come with me. Make your way to the Submission Rack. Say you’ll follow me!”
“I will follow you, Mistress,” Lily said without hesitation.
Her voice was meek, but a touch of excitement had entered her tone. It even showed as Mistress Vinetra pulled hard on her wrists to guide her into the chamber, drawing her towards the special setup in the back of the room. Usually, that was where beds were placed, often with special attachments for BDSM tool. But this time, their mistress had ditched the bed entirely and opted for a modified table.
It looked like a standard massage table, not unlike those found in massage parlors. But this one had some modifications made to it, most likely by Mistress Vinetra herself. There were special straps around the legs and a few extra latches along the side. It looked like a piece of furniture that had been specifically designed for BDSM. It was a testament to their mistress’ expertise.
“Bend over!” Mistress Vinetra demanded the moment they arrived.
This time, she didn’t wait for her to comply. The older woman shoved her against the table and pushed her down, her breasts and torso now pressing against the cold black leather of the rack. It caused immediate discomfort, especially with her nipples. But Lily didn’t dare protest.
While she processed this new discomfort, Mistress Vinetra worked quickly. She grabbed Lily’s bound wrists and pulled them towards a special latch that had been installed on the side of the table. That latch included a small, but sturdy chain lock. Upon opening it, she interlocked it with the center of Lily’s cuffs. It left her effectively bound to the table – totally prone, completely naked, and with no means of escape.
“Now, you’re completely at my mercy,” Mistress Vinetra said, leering over her with a perverse sneer. “First, I secured your obedience. Now, I have your body. And I can do anything I want to it!”
To further belabor her point, she took her whip and swatted Lily’s butt again. She managed to hit the same area she’d struck earlier, which already had already turned slightly red. Lily let out a sharp wince, unable to shut out the pain completely.
“Ungh! That…really stings,” she groaned.
“Silence!” the older woman spat.
More harsh swats followed. The sound of hard leather smacking exposed skin filled the chamber. Lily winced and groaned, biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else. But at one point, her groans shifted into something other than pain.
It was happening again. That line between pain and pleasure was starting to blur. She’d learned how to walk that line since she and Byron began exploring BDSM. In time, she thought she knew how to navigate it. But Mistress Vinetra had a talent for blurring it even more. She must have uncovered something new because Lily didn’t remember getting this horny last time. Even her mistress noticed.
“Still so wet, like an animal in heat,” Mistress Vinetra noted, her gaze turning towards her groin. “Pathetic, but predictable.”
She taunted her even more, grazing the tip of her whip over the outer flesh of her vulva. That triggered an unexpected twinge of pleasure to counter the lingering sting from her ass. It sent her deeper into this state of intense desire. She couldn’t see her husband from her prone position, but she could feel his hungry eyes on him.
Were Mistress Vinetra not in total control, he would’ve pounced on her like an animal as well. But, being the good soldier he was, he just stood back and watched their mistress work. While Lily entered this new state, their mistress retrieved another tool from her arsenal. It was a mid-sized ball gag. And she didn’t even wait for Lily to react. She just grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her up, and shoved the ball gag in it before securing it.
“Mmf!” was all she got out.
“There!” Mistress Vinetra said. “I was going to let you use your mouth. But you insisted on disobeying. And in my chamber, there are consequences for disobedience.”
The older woman roughly shoved Lily’s her head aside. It was a harsh gesture, but it got the point across. She wasn’t just supposed to obey. She was supposed to feel the consequences for disobeying.
That simple, stern dynamic had guided her life since childhood. Lily had followed it and respected it, more so than most. It never took on a sexual component. But once those lines got blurred, it took her body and her mind into uncharted territory. She went from embracing this kind of discipline to craving it.
With her hands cuffed, her mouth gagged, and her naked body completely prone, Lily had been thoroughly disciplined by Mistress Vinetra. The older woman proceeded to tease parts of her back and buttocks with the tip of her whip, admiring her handiwork as she made her way around the table.
Finally, she turned her attention back to Byron, who was still standing at attention like a soldier. He’d just watched another woman in a bondage costume bind, gag, and humiliate his wife. And, for reasons that only he and Lily understood, it left him very aroused.
“I see there are other consequences in play,” Mistress Vinetra said with a smirk. “Did watching me bind your wife make your dick hard? Answer me!”
“Yes, Mistress. It did,” Byron said, responding as though he were talking to his old marine drill sergeant.
“Does it make you want to fuck her?” she asked, now pointing the tip of the whip at his hardened penis. “Answer!”
“Yes, Mistress! It does,” he said, this time louder than before.
Mistress Vinetra moved in closer, casting Byron a lurid leer. She got in so close that he could smell her perfume. From there, she reached down with her gloved hand and grasped his penis. He winced at her firm grip. She then squeezed it while trailing the tip of the whip over the sinews of his upper body. Even from across the room, Lily could hear her husband let out a sexually charged gasp.
He was too disciplined to admit it, but he wanted her. He wanted her so badly. But a lifetime of rules, regiments, and restraint kept him from just unleashing his desires upon her. A man like Byron needed a push. And Mistress Vinetra would do more than just push.
“Then, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said firmly. “First, you’ll your hands behind your back. Then, I’m going to cuff you, just like I did your wife. Tell me you understand!”
“I understand,” Byron said obediently.
He then did as she asked, dutifully placing his hands behind his back like a prisoner waiting for his shackles. Mistress Vinetra only offered him the slightest look of approval before slipping behind him, retrieving another pair of cuffs, and securing his wrists. Even though he was younger, taller, and fitter, he was completely at her mercy. Something about that got them both more excited.
“Second, you’re going to walk up to your bound and gagged wife,” Mistress Vinetra continued, “and you’re going to fuck her. You’re going to fuck her hard and raw. And if you don’t fuck her with the vigor I demand, you will be punished. Is that clear? Answer!”
“Yes, Mistress! It’s clear…very clear,” Byron said, his voice brimming with anticipation.
“Very good,” she said. “There is a third act. But I’ll reveal that at a later time of my choosing. For now, get moving!”
To further belabor her point, she used her whip to swat Byron’s butt. Lily could tell from the sound it made that she struck him a lot harder than she had her. It wasn’t just that Byron was a trained marine used to pain and discomfort. He was just the kind of man who got more motivated when extra force was applied.
The trained soldier moved quickly, scurrying across the room with his hand still bound behind his back. Mistress Vinetra followed him closely, still using the whip to swat his butt and lower back. That kept the motivating going.
“Faster!” the older woman barked. “Get over there, your horny dog! You’ve got a bitch in heat who needs your cock!”
Byron didn’t say a word. He just winced and grunted as he rushed over to his bound wife, his hardened penis tensing and bouncing as he approached.
By the time he arrived, he was already short of breath. But it wasn’t due to the simple exertion of being rushed by a woman with a whip. Lily could hear him seething with lust as he stood over her naked body, her round buttocks presented before her as she lay bound and gagged. Despite her state, her arousal hadn’t waned. She was still very wet and aroused. She even wiggled her hips a bit, as if to urge him to enter her.
“Mmf!” Lily moaned through the gag, her lust showing in her tone.
“Silence!” Mistress Vinetra shouted, swatting her back with her whip. “Save your whimpering moans for the ravaging that awaits you!”
The sting of the whip and her burning arousal further blurred the intimate lines. Lily looked back briefly, seeing her husband gaze at her with such intensity and desire. The mask of discipline had finally slipped. He was finally revealing how much he wanted her. It sent Lily deeper into a sexual state. She really felt like a dog in heat, just like her Mistress described.
“Plant your feet. Angle your hips!” Mistress Vinetra demanded. “Put that cock of yours right up against her juicy cunt!”
Byron did as he was told, as he always did. Even someone of his fit stature trembled under her harsh orders. Lily could feel it as the tip rubbed up against her wet folds. The tension and energy of the chamber was overwhelming. Her heart raced so fast that every sense became heightened. She had never wanted a simple physical act so much before.
But neither she nor Byron dared act without Mistress Vientra’s orders. What happened next was completely at the whim of their Mistress. She seemed to delight in their inability to act without her, even at their most aroused. But despite their total submission to her whim, she didn’t torment them with anticipation.
“Now, fuck! Fuck like the runts you are!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed.
She delivered one final swat of her whip on Byron’s buttocks. It was, by far, the hardest and loudest yet. Like a reflex, he thrust his hips forward. In doing so, he entered Lily’s vagina with his cock. Hard, rigid flesh penetrated soft, moist depths. A sharp surge of sensations flowed through them, the hot feeling of sexual entwinement consuming them both.
That powerful feeling removed all remaining limits. From there, all the discipline and restraint that Byron had exercised for years vanished. Like a animal finally released from its cage, he began fucking her. It was not the tender, gentle lovemaking they’d attempted on their honeymoon. It was fucking, plain and simple. And all Lily could do was brace herself as her husband unleashed the full extent of his desires.
“Lily…” he gasped, his voice weak with lust.
“Silence!” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Less talking. More fucking!”
She swatted his ass several times with her whip, which got Byron humping harder and faster. He grit his teeth and seethed with greater exertion, thrusting his hips back and forth at a vigorous pace. Heavy grunts and groans followed. Lily’s naked body rocked in accord with every thrust, her skin grinding hard against the leather of the table. Due to the shackles and the gag, there wasn’t much she could say or do. She just took it, her body absorbing all this hot sex.
And it felt good.
It felt really, really good.
The idea of sex feeling so good was hardly radical. But it had been so taboo for her entire life. Neither she nor Byron knew how to make it feel this good, even after they got married. There was nobody to give orders, set rules, or explain the process. But in the end, they didn’t need advice. They needed a harsh, capable expert in BDSM to bark orders.
“Yes! That’s it! That’s how you do it!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed. “That’s how obedient mutts fuck!”
Standing right by the table, she watched intently as Byron fucked Lily with great tenacity. She occasionally swatted his butt with the whip, ensuring he maintained that vigorous pace. She also slipped the tip just under the table and rubbed it against Lily’s crotch. Somehow, she managed to rub it right up against her swollen clitoris – a remarkable feat, given how Lily hadn’t been educated much on that part of female anatomy.
“Mmm!” Lily moaned, the effect of the pleasure echoing through her gag.
“What’s the matter, bitch? Has nobody ever rubbed your clit before?” her mistress laughed.
She said that knowing full-well that Lily had gone to a religious school. The quality of their sex education was questionable at best. And their understanding of what made for great sex was non-existent, especially for women. They’d given Lily the impression that women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex. Mistress Vinetra had long since allayed her of that opinion.
Lily dared to enjoy every savory moment of this decadent act. With each movement, Byron’s pelvis smacked against her buttocks. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the chamber with litany lewd noises. Those same noises seemed to drive Byron to not hold back – to fully embrace, with her, their primal want for sex. It was so visceral that Lily could hear her husband’s flesh sloshing inside her.
To a girl raised in such a strict, religious upbringing, it was obscene.
But to that same girl, who had awakened her sexual side in unexpected ways, it was nothing short of exhilarating.
To a girl raised in that environment, it took her to new sexual heights. And between the heavy humping of her powerful husband and the skilled teasing of her clit by Mistress Vinetra, Lily soon found herself on the cusp of orgasm. The look on her face – eyes dazed, expression tensing, and a bit of drool dripping down her lip – made it very obvious.
“Ha! You’re about to come. Aren’t you, bitch?” Mistress Vinetra taunted.
“Mmf!” she answered, the tone doing plenty to get the message across.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A mutt like you – pretending to be so pure and innocent – you’re always the horniest bitches!”
She pressed the tip of her whip against her crotch even harder, adding enough pressure to push Lily past the point of no return. There was no stopping it now. She was going to climax.
“Very well,” Mistress Vinetra sighed, as though it were the most mundane thing in the world. “Go ahead. Come! Come like the horny bitch you are!”
Lily, having the blessing of her mistress along with her husband’s relentless ravaging, clenched her fists and braced for the approaching orgasmic rush. Her body trembled in its bound state, arching back and tugging at her restraints. Her movements were so intense that Byron had to slow his movements, almost losing his balance as she writhed before him.
Then, she felt it. Her hips bucked, her vaginal muscles contracted, and her expression twitched erratically. A long, hot rush of pleasure washed over her, consuming her from the inside out with ecstasy.
“Mmmmmmm!”
Mistress Vinetra just laughed while Byron steadied his hips, watching as his wife achieved climax. It must have been quite a sight because Lily could feel his gaze on her. She learned early on in their sex life that she was very animated when she had an orgasm. Mistress Vinetra once joked it was a product of having denied herself such pleasure for most of her life. But in the heat of such a moment, it was no laughing matter.
“Now, that is the look of a sex crazed slut,” Mistress Vinetra laughed, pointing her whip right at her face.
Lily barely heard those words. That didn’t make them any less true. She probably looked like a full-blown nymphomaniac, dazed by the basic pleasures of such a basic act. She could even feel Byron gaze on her, astonished that a woman who was so modest most of the time could be so sexual. He would never say it out loud, but that drove him wild with a special kind of passion.
He’d slowed his thrusts to a steady grind, just enjoying the hot throbbing sensation around his cock while she climaxed. Mistress Vinetra kept laughing, using her whip to push her head up by her chin so that she could not hide her expression. As the orgasmic rush neared its completion, the leather clad woman leaned in so that her face was all Lily saw.
“You see? That’s what you get for following the rules,” she said sternly. “Submit to me and achieve the utmost pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Mmhmm,” Lily managed to say through her gag.
“Good, you horny bitch. But don’t think you’re done for a second,” she said, grabbing her chin with her gloved hand. “You got yours. Now, your horny hubby is going to get his…even if it means treating you like his own personal fuck toy.”
Lily was still in a post-orgasm daze, her brain unable to process the extent of her words. Mistress Vinetra didn’t wait for her to catch up. She was already exercising her authority, slipping around to the other end of the table. Byron could only watch on, his desire for sex still going strong.
Their mistress worked quickly. She undid the shackles that kept Lily’s cuffed wrists bound to the table. That finally allowed her some extra movement. But it didn’t last long. Her wrists stayed bound and Mistress Vinetra didn’t give her time to change that.
“Turn over!” she demanded. “On your back! Hands above your head!”
Lily complied as though it were a reflex. In her daze, her body seemed to move with little forethought. But she didn’t resist. She didn’t even try to remove the ball gag from her mouth.
Before she knew it, Lily was lying flat on her back atop the table. She could now see Byron standing over her, still breathing heavily with a fully erect dick. She then felt Mistress Vinetra pull her wrists back so that they were over her head. From there, she secured them to the side of the table with another strategically placed shackle.
It once again left her bound and prone, completely at the mercy of both her husband and her mistress. She had no further say from here on out. She was just a woman in full submission, ready to fulfill her role in this intimate act.
“There!” Mistress Vinetra said upon securing her wrists. “Now, you’re going to lay there, spread your legs, and watch your husband fuck you. And he’s going to keep fucking you until he comes. Is that clear, Mr. Hubby?”
“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear,” said Byron.
“And she’s gonna take it! She’s gonna take it all!”
She said that last part right into her ear, as if to allay any doubts as to how this would play out. Lily, still reeling from her orgasm, had none to begin with. Without offering a muffled moan in acknowledgement, she just spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her way of telling her husband that she understood.
She was giving herself to him.
She was giving herself over to this feeling and this role.
He’d done his part. Now, she was doing hers.
“What are you waiting for?” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Do it! Fuck her!”
Byron answered only with a deep, masculine grunt. He then locked eyes with her, maneuvered himself between her legs, and guided his penis back into her dripping wet vagina. His hands were still bound behind his back, but that didn’t hinder him in the slightest. That still didn’t stop Mistress Vinetra swatting his torso with her whip. Even a good soldier needed prodding.
“That’s it! Now, start humping!” she told him. “Work that cock! Get it in nice and deep!”
Byron answered with another grunt, his gaze intensifying even more. It was enough to make Lily hot with passion all over again. It led her to spread her legs wider, bend her knees back, and offer him plenty of room to work with.
Once he entered her, he resumed their heated sex. Back and forth, Byron worked his hips with greater urgency. At this point, he wasn’t just obeying his Mistress. He longed for a release of his own. Lily could see it in his face – the subtle strain that revealed the desperate desire. Sweat had formed on his brow and his member throbbed harder with each successive thrust.
“Harder! Faster!” Mistress Vinetra demanded, swatting his butt with the whip. “I know you wanna come. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes…I do,” Byron grunted.
“Say it again! I can’t hear you!”
“I said yes! I do!”
“Say to your wife! Tell her what you want to do to her!”
“I want to fuck you! I want to come! I want it…so much!”
His words were so blunt and vulgar. These were never words he dared utter outside this room. Even during their honeymoon, they never spoke in such profane ways. Even when the desire was present, the guidance was not. Just telling one another what they wanted sexually just never came easy.
But Mistress Vinetra made it easy.
She made it clear and blunt, even if it often meant being profane and vulgar.
Crude language aside, it got the point across. And it quickly got Byron to the brink of orgasm. Harder and faster, he humped her with greater urgency. Lily even encouraged him with her eyes, telling him with her dazed glance that she wanted this. She wanted him to share in the same pleasure that she’d just experienced.
Finally, Byron reached that special summit. He crossed that point of no return.
“I’m…coming!” he exclaimed.
“Yes! Do it! Empty your balls! Fill her with your cum!” Mistress Vinetra seethed.
What unfolded next was almost as theatrical as the display Lily had put on earlier. Byron, his feet planted firmly on the floor, bent his knees and leaned over for extra leverage. From there, he delivered a few more targeted thrusts before pushing his member into her deepest depths before the feeling washed over him.
When it hit, he let out a long, masculine moan that echoed throughout the chamber. Lily had come to love that sound. Along with that moan came that hot, intimate feeling inside her as he released his pent-up load of sexual fluids. It was an incredible feeling, his juices mixing with hers inside her depths. And as he leaned over more, his imposing body trembled at the waves of pleasure that followed.
“Such a strong, obedient stud,” Mistress Vinetra commented. “That’s how you really fuck!”
A smug, but satisfied grin formed on the older woman’s face. But neither Lily nor Byron noticed it. For once, their mistress’ attention was not their concern.
Through his blissful rush, Byron never diverted his gaze from her. And Lily never diverted her gaze from him. Even in this lurid situation – this chamber within a BDSM dungeon that they had willingly entered – their love found a way to entwine with their lust.
It was something they only ever achieved in places like this, a complete submission to this powerful feeling. A lifetime of obedience, modesty, and repression had left them so ill-equipped to navigate sex. But with the help of Mistress Vinetra, they didn’t just embrace the greater pleasures of this act. Their love, as well as their fondness for rules and order, became stronger.
“Well done, you horny mutts. You entered my domain. You followed my rules. And you achieved what we sought,” their mistress said sternly as she set aside her whip and went around to undo their cuffs. “Just remember that submission isn’t just about rules. It’s about dedication. You’re both clearly dedicated to following the right rules. Stick your mistress and you’ll be the most loving, dedicated, sex-crazed mutts you strive to be.”
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This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is me sharing my excitement about the latest news about X-Men 97. If I sound overly giddy, I promise it’s for a good reason. Enjoy!
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This past weekend marked the continuation of one of the most annoying biannual rituals in America. We once again changed our clocks to adjust for Daylight Savings Time. I understand it’s a practice that most of us have been doing all our lives. We’re so used to it that, for the most part, we see it as a temporary annoyance more than anything else.
But beyond the annoyance, this practice is one of those various things that have no practical use, yet we still continue to do. And the more we do it, the less sense it makes. I know because I’ve tried to explain why we do Daylight Savings Time to people from other countries. Their reactions are usually quite telling. I don’t deny that America has many strange practices and traditions, but Daylight Savings Time is definitely one of the strangest, at least in a contemporary sense.
Now, there was a time when Daylight Savings had a practical use. When it was passed by the United States in 1918, it was actually part of a larger trend among industrialized nations at the time. Canada and various countries in Europe had adopted similar practices for similar reasons. The idea was to adjust clocks so that criticizes had more waking hours in sunlight, which reduced energy consumption. This was also done to coincide sunlight with the standard working schedule that had emerged during that era, which was dominated largely by industrial labor.
Whether Daylight Savings achieved this goal or not, it made some sense at the time. In an era when work and scheduled were much more regimented, it made sense to align these schedules with daylight hours to the greatest extent possible, especially for regions at higher latitudes. However, there’s not much evidence that Daylight Savings time has a tangible benefit in that regard. In some instances, it may even be detrimental.
That alone should be cause enough to consider ending the practice. And people far smarter than me have already made plenty of valid arguments towards ending it. Here’s just one video that nicely lays it out.
Even if you don’t fully agree with all these points, there’s one other I’d like to offer and I think it’s the most important.
Getting rid of Daylight Savings Time would be a solid demonstration that we, as a society, can end practices that no longer make sense and no longer offer any tangible benefits. That, more than anything else, is a good reason to do it.
Beyond the fact that the practice is wildly unpopular, regardless of political leanings, plenty of other countries have decided to end it and have not had many ill effects. They saw that this practice just wasn’t incurring any benefits and maintaining it just made no sense. So, why keep doing it? Why continue a practice that only ever succeeds in annoying or inconveniencing people?
Doing it because it’s just something we’ve always done is not a valid reason. If anything, that’s quite possibly the worst excuse for continuing anything that has no tangible benefit. And in this case, there’s reason to believe it does more harm than good. Ending this practice might make things a little strange during the times of the year when the days are really short or really long, but that’s easier to adapt to because it’s less abrupt and jarring.
Let’s at least prove to ourselves that we can stop or change practices like this. We can end a dumb, outdated, annoying tradition that few care for. It’s not a serious or overly controversial issue. And if we can’t somehow figure out a way to stop, then we have much bigger problems than losing an hour of sleep every spring.
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This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is my quick reaction to the season one finale of HBO’s The Last of Us. Like my other quick reacts, I didn’t script this or structure it like a video essay. As a result, I stutter and stammer a lot. I also make a few errors here and there. But I still try to get my point across.
Also, I do mention some heavy spoilers from both the show and the games. So do keep that in mind. Enjoy!
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This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is a brief video essay, as well as a reflection of sorts, on the Satanic Panic of the 1980s. It’s an issue that has suddenly become more relevant in recent years and for all the wrong reasons. But the circumstances (and absurdities) of what happened in the 1980s were unique. And they’re worth learning from, especially if those with agendas are intent on starting a whole new panic.
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As a general rule, I exercise a healthy skepticism when it comes to news from the American media. I emphasize healthy because it’s one thing to be skeptical. It’s quite another to be so skeptical that you doubt or outright reject all news stories from the media, regardless of the topic.
That’s not skepticism.
That’s just willful ignorance, plain and simple.
But to be fair, it’s not like the American media has a spotless track record. In fact, if you were to grade the American media on the basis of accuracy, honesty, and ethics, it would probably get a C-minus at best and an F at worst. That’s not to say everyone in the media is dishonest or every media outlet is untrustworthy. There are certain some outlets that garner more credibility than others. And if you’re a responsible, well-meaning person, you should strive to get your news from a credible source.
Then, there’s Fox News.
Now, I could say a lot about Fox News. I’ve been tempted to go on plenty of angry rants about them on this site and on my YouTube channel. I usually choose not to because I know I would be inviting some pretty serious vitriol from certain people with certain political leanings. I won’t say who they are. But you follow American politics in any capacity, you know who I’m talking about.
The only reason I’m daring to talk about Fox News now is because recent revelations have cast their whole operation in a new light. The news came out last month in mid-February 2023. For the past three years, Fox News has been among the many conservative news outlets that platformed and entertained theories that the 2020 Presidential Election was undermined by major cases of voter fraud.
Now, I prefer not to get into the details of that politically charged shit storm. Many other people far more qualified and smarter than me have done extensive breakdowns on why the results of the 2020 election were legitimate. If, at this point, you still believe the election was stolen and the mainstream media refuses to report on it, then I’m sorry. I can’t convince you. I can’t help you, either. You’ve bought into a fraud and there’s no way someone like me is going to get you out of that.
But it’s this politically charged issue that finally got Fox News in trouble. For years, Fox News has been branded as the conservative counterpart to the more liberal-leaning news outlets like MSMBC and CNN. As to just how “liberal” those networks lean is up for debate. But there’s no debate that Fox leans conservative. They champions conservative talking points and figureheads, sometimes to an excessive degree.
However, their willingness to entertain this demonstrably untrue conspiracy theory about the 2020 election finally got Fox News into serious legal trouble. There’s a real possibility that Fox News and their parent company, News Corp, could be on the hook for billions of dollars in damages. That kind of lawsuit is a big deal for any major media company. And while it’s not yet clear how it’ll pan out, one important detail did emerge.
Apparently, the many TV personalities that Fox News employed during this narrative didn’t actually believe any of the crazy election conspiracies that they were entertaining on air. They’ve even gone so far as to say outright, and with verified text messages and legal affidavits, that they didn’t believe the election fraud claims for a second.
AP: Off camera, Fox hosts doubted 2020 election fraud claims
To millions of viewers, Fox News hosts gave allies of former President Donald Trump a platform to champion false claims that he lost the 2020 election because of voter fraud. To one another, they expressed doubts about the claims and mocked the people making them.
Private exchanges between Fox News hosts Tucker Carlson and Laura Ingraham, and other network bigwigs — including the chairman of Fox Corporation, Rupert Murdoch — show a wide chasm between what the network promoted in primetime and the doubts that its stars held behind the camera, according to new court filings in a defamation lawsuit being waged by a company whose voting systems were regularly maligned on air.
“Sidney Powell is lying” about having evidence for election fraud, Carlson said via text on Nov. 16, 2020 to a Fox News producer, referring to one of Trump’s lawyers.
Ingraham texted Carlson that Powell is “a complete nut. No one will work with her. Ditto with Rudy,” referring to the former New York mayor and Trump supporter Rudy Giuliani.
This sort of revelation is not a trivial matter, at least with respect to the lawsuit. The fact that Fox knowingly entertained these conspiracy theories that they believed to be wrong is a big problem. It means that the talking heads you see on that network may say they believe one thing when the cameras are rolling, but they believe something completely different once they cameras and teleprompters are off.
They often make the defense that their shows aren’t “news” as much as they are opinion pieces. However, their opinions are often framed as news stories or as serious questions about established narratives. And, like it or not, these people have huge audiences. The people who watch these shows take what they say seriously. And that can have serious consequences. We saw some of those consequences play out during the January 6th riots at the Capitol.
It paints a very cynical picture. These people, who are well-paid and very powerful within conservative circles, are just telling their audience what they want to hear. They’re not giving people the news. They’re feeding them whatever political spin they think will get them riled up, impassioned, and most importantly, watching night after night.
That is an objectively dangerous practice and it will continue to have serious consequences. I will even go so far as to say that what happened at the Capitol on January 6, 2021, probably wasn’t the worst manifestation of these consequences. I’ve had to deal directly with some of these people in my private life. I’ve been threatened by them. I’ve been yelled at by them. These people claim to be patriots, but they’re nothing of the sort.
And that brings me to the harshest truth about this revelation that I think is worth highlighting. Yes, it’s important that this came out. Yes, it’s a big deal that these influential figures at Fox News flat out admitted that they didn’t believe the bullshit conspiracies they were promoting, but did so anyway because it was good for ratings and revenue.
However, in the grand scheme of things, this doesn’t matter to the average Fox News viewer in the slightest.
It doesn’t matter that official court documents prove that these people have been lying to them.
It doesn’t matter that Fox News admits outright that the 2020 election was not stolen and there’s no evidence at all to support the fraud claims.
The average Fox News, deeply conservative viewer doesn’t care what the truth is.
They only care that they’re fed a narrative that makes them feel good and vindicated.
I know this because again, I’ve dealt with these people. I’ve tried to talk to them. I’ve tried to reason with them. It doesn’t work. At best, they think I’m just shilling for the mainstream media. At worst, they think I’m they’re enemy. A few have even said that when the next American Revolution begins, they will target me. I will be on their hitlist of people they think are traitors to America who need to be eliminated.
Truth is no longer applicable in the minds of these people.
The very concept of what it means to be an American patriot doesn’t matter, either.
All that matters is that they get to be the heroes in their own fanciful narrative about America. The fact that the America they’re envisioning just happens to be a Fascist government run by Christian Nationalists isn’t beside the point. It is the point.
They may know what the truth is in their heart of hearts. They may even accept it on some levels. They just don’t care.
That is extremely dangerous. And I genuinely worry that the danger is going to get much worse before it gets better.
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