As she sat on the park bench with her lover, she fantasized about being his slavegirl for real, in public, and the force of her fantasies were so strong that for a moment they bridged the temporal gap between her world and Collar World, and for a few minutes a naked slavegirl knelt beside her bench, and another naked slavegirl shopped for her Master in a shop that faded into nothingness as it approached the street.Story ideas are easy. Figuring out which ones are worth writing up is hard. And nascent ideas like this, they sometimes are converted into scenes in longer works. This is one of the chief pleasures of writing, of looking at the world as a source of inspiration rather than just a series of occurrences.
And you know what ELSE is everywhere?
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