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They where archived - you just needed to append “original” as a sub-domain to the link. For example: https://original.misterpoll.com/ Unfortunately, it currently shows as down for maintenance. Unsure how long that’s been going on.

Oooh, very good idea. Might just have to implement that in part 2 🙂

Would love feedback if you all have any 🙂

Chapter 10: The Harrington Special Mia and Eve sat in the quiet aftermath, the room's opulence now a backdrop to their shared ordeal. Eve was trying to compose herself, her face a mask of cum and her hair clumped with piss, when Mia reached over with a tissue, helping her wipe away the mess. They both worked in silence, their movements mechanical, preparing for the next wave of degradation. The door swung open with a suddenness that made both girls jump, revealing a brother and sister, their laughter and flushed faces indicating they had indulged in the evening's festivities. Their a

Chapter 9: The Night's Degradation Mia and Eve stood frozen as they watched Bella and Lacy exit, the sound of their laughter fading into the corridor. Eve's hand was gentle as she reached up, wiping away the spit from Mia's cheek with the edge of her sleeve. "We should go," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, laced with resignation. They moved through the servant quarters, each step heavier than the last, the weight of their punishment pressing down upon them. The corridor seemed endless, the walls adorned with old portraits that seemed to judge them for their impending h

Chapter 8: Inspection and Introduction The quietude of the servant quarters was abruptly broken by the authoritative click of high heels against the wooden floor. Mia and Eve, still in the throes of their brief moment of solidarity, snapped their heads up towards the sound. Mrs. Hargrove, with her usual stern expression, entered, followed closely by Bella, whose presence seemed to command the room with just her gaze. Eve, with a practiced urgency, tugged Mia to her feet, whispering, "Come on, we need to line up for inspection." The servants, a mix of weary and wary faces, quickl

Chapter 7: Lacy's Lesson Mia, still grappling with the bizarre norms of Harrington Hall, continued her inquiry. "But why would Mrs. Hargrove allow this? Doesn't it—" Eve cut her off mid-sentence as a statuesque figure approached, her skin glistening with droplets of water, a towel draped negligently over her shoulder. Lacy. Her body was a vision of sculpted beauty, each curve and line accentuated by the dim lighting. Her breasts were full, standing firm and high, her nipples small and pink, the areolas perfectly circular. Her waist cinched in, leading to wide, inviting hips. As she s

Chapter 6: Echoes of Whispers Mia and Eve sat close, their voices low, a private world carved out in the corner of the servant quarters. The ambient noise of the others around them was a distant hum, allowing their conversation to flow like a gentle stream. "You mentioned you were studying art?" Mia asked, her tone curious yet hushed. Eve nodded, her eyes lighting up for a moment. "Yeah, painting mostly. There was something about capturing the world on canvas that made everything else disappear for a while. What about you? Were you in school?" "I was," Mia replied, her fing

Chapter 5: A Moment of Respite Mia stood before the old, cracked mirror in the servants' bathroom, her hands trembling slightly as she applied a thin layer of makeup. Her reflection was a stark contrast to the earlier chaos; her skin was clean, her hair now neatly tied back, but her eyes still held a trace of the day's shock. Bella watched from a corner, her gaze piercing, as if she could see through to Mia’s very soul. The shrill ring of Bella’s cellphone cut through the silence, causing Mia to jump. Bella answered, her voice clipped. “Yes, Mrs. Hargrove?” Mia listened, her hea

Chapter 4: Cleansing The room echoed with the sound of zippers and the rustle of fabric as Steve and the three other servants dressed themselves, their laughter and chatter filling the space with a lightness that contrasted starkly with Mia's inner turmoil. As they left, their footsteps fading down the corridor, Mia looked up at Bella, her eyes wide with a silent, desperate plea for relief. Her skin felt sticky and cold, her muscles ached from the tension, and her spirit was weary from the degradation she had endured. Bella, with her usual poise, met Mia's gaze but remained sil

Chapter 3: The Test of Service Steve's gaze flickered from Mia, kneeling vulnerably on the plush carpet, to Bella, who stood with an air of impatience. Mia's body, still glistening from the earlier incident, seemed almost ethereal in the subdued light of the office. Her blond hair, now slightly damp at the tips from her own pee, cascaded around her shoulders. Her breasts, slightly swaying with her nervous breaths, bore the weight of her submission. Her legs, folded beneath her, quivered slightly, betraying her intimidation and unease. "Bella," Steve said, his voice a deep rumble, "Yo

Chapter 2: Standards and Scrutiny Mia awoke to the soft chime of an antique clock, its sound echoing through the quiet of the servants' wing. The light filtering in was gentle, betraying none of the storm brewing within her. Dressing hastily in her uniform, she headed out, knowing her day would start early. No sooner had she stepped into the hallway when a maid hurried past, whispering, "Mrs. Hargrove wants you in her office, now." Heart pounding, Mia made her way through the labyrinthine corridors until she stood before the heavy oak door of Mrs. Hargrove’s office. She knocked,

Contains golden showers, naughty peeing, power dynamics, and much more. Chapter 1: A New Beginning Mia Smith stood at the edge of her cramped bedroom, the single window casting a dull light over the threadbare carpet. Her room was small, the wallpaper peeling in places, mirroring the state of her family's finances. She glanced at the old, faded photograph on the wall, a memory of happier times, before her father’s illness had plunged them into poverty. Her blond hair was tied back in a practical ponytail, her blue eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. The mirror on

Praying this story gets continued 🙏🏽

Love it! Could you share some of your prompts?