Sage, From Great Distance

[Puddlecheckfr 79]

(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance

#1: First Contact

Studies show that more than half of the population doesn't like pineapple on their pizza; to about a quarter of people, it's the grossest possible topping. I mean, in its purest form, pineapple is a tropical fruit after all, so what place does it have being cooked and served with cheese and tomato sauce? People who love it often times conceal it because it's not worth the teasing they'll receive, they keep it inside and only enjoy it in private. Oh, the things people will say about you when they don't realize they're talking about you. It should be pretty clear by now that I'm not talking about any kind of pizza, I'm talking about my love for filling my bladder and emptying it, and my love for others doing the same. 

To most people, taking a pee is just an annoying detour in their daily routine, but it's the highlight of mine. To feel the woosh of it in my palm like I'm holding a garden hose, to hear it spraying down in front of me with complete control of my stream. It feels good, it sounds good, it is good. It's actually a frequent occurrence that I drink as much as I can, hold it until I'm physically unable to anymore, and then let it go wherever I am. And I mean wherever. The kitchen floor, my car, the jogging trail, wherever I happen to be. What the thought of tits and ass does for most guys, that is how I feel about this whole subject. Except... You can chat with your buddies about a pair of big tits or a nice ass, but how the fuck are you supposed to tell them that you're rock hard from holding your piss in?

When I started working at the shop, I was under the impression that it would just be a Summer job to net my 15 year old self some pocket cash. Ten years, two-and-a-half promotions, and an abandoned business major attempt later, and there I was still. I know "the shop" makes it sound like I was fixing up cars or something, but it's literally The Shop, that was its name and also the depth of the business. Tucked away in the back of the lobby floor of a gimmicky resort and casino sat The Shop, which was nothing more than a souvenir store when I started all those years ago, but essentially evolved into a mini mart for people who are too drunk and / or fixated on gambling to leave the hotel. Back in the gift shop days, it was a one-man-at-a-time operation, but we expanded to two after the influx of drunk visitors trying to smash bottles or steal cookies. There was even one time where an especially plastered guest wandered into the store, having mistaken it for the bathroom next door, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't observe the situation a little longer than I needed to before calling security to escort her out.

That second employee I mentioned was Sage, who I was forced into hiring. Despite being the manager, my authority was in title only, because The Shop was owned by the same person who owned the resort itself and everything inside: Mr. Hearst. At first, he may have struck you as the typical grandpa type of old man who's always cracking jokes and telling stories, but in a split second he could turn deadly serious; his eyebrows got all angled, his eyes went dark, he'd start aggressively questioning you. Sometimes more. To give an example, the one time he ever took issue with me was when I suggested that we stop selling lava lamps because they take up a lot of shelf space and never get bought... He responded by repeatedly asking if I thought I was smart, and then before I could even register that his hand was moving, he had already punched me in the gut so hard that I passed out in front of a store full of customers. Not necessarily someone who I intend on displeasing ever again, and Sage is his only granddaughter, so she didn't interview so much as she was just suddenly here one day.

I had encountered her a few times prior during the decade leading up to this, and every single time she was just completely rude, dismissive, and disinterested towards everyone and everything. Even after working every day with me for six months, she was still a complete mystery. On the rare occasions that I got more than two words at a time out of her, I learned that this was just her time-killer while she took private law courses. She went crying to Mr. Hearst after all of her applications for more desirable jobs were met with crickets, and then suddenly she was second in command at The Shop. I feel bad to say I hated her, but I really did. She had those same piercing dark eyes that her grandfather got when he was angry, except all the time, somehow more frightening when paired with an outright lack of expression. She would just glare like a robot, like nothing was on her level; I had never seen her smile or frown. She wore these needlessly frilly and excessive dressy outfits, like what you'd see an elitist librarian wear, except with the tendency to show off jewelry that makes you wonder why she even wants to work in the first place. I think the part that I came to hate the most, though, was that she completely killed my pissing fun.

When it was just me in The Shop, I could relieve my pent up desperation wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. It was too small and inconsequential compared to the rest of the resort for Mr. Hearst to have installed any security cameras in there, so as long as I cleaned my messes up, it was my naughty secret. But now that I was sharing a space smaller than a dorm room with a direct connection to the guy who employs me and also would hospitalize me in a heartbeat, I was kind of fucked. I know it sounds a little dramatic, but I needed this release, I had spoiled myself to pissing in dirty places, spoiled myself to being bad. Sure at home I was free to let loose anywhere, but I was spending most of my time at work, and suddenly I was forced to relieve myself the boring way. All because of someone who didn't even want to be here, someone who was gifted the position. Well, after half a year I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, so I thought my plan out once and for all:

Down the hall from the store's entrance was a doorway for hotel employees only, leading to an area with lockers for people to keep their personal belongings, as well a private exit to the staff parking lot. Most importantly, however, was the employee rest area, designed both for smoke breaks but also for employees to grab a breath of fresh air, ironically. A little courtyard with a couple of trees and a flower garden, walled in on all sides by the rest of the resort. In other words, that employee area was the only way to access or view it, a private patch of wilderness just for us. In all my time here I'd never seen anyone go out there at all, and I almost always ate my lunch in the garden, so I was feeling pretty certain. Shortly after sundown on an especially slow Wednesday, I told Sage that I was going for a bathroom break, with a devious satisfaction in my knowledge of the fact that I technically wasn't lying.

I had a smirk and a warm glow on my face as I walked defiantly past the bathroom stationed next to The Shop, instead emerging through the restricted doors to the abandoned area. After doing a quick scan to make sure that nobody was lurking by the lockers or having a smoke, I stepped out into the crisp chill of the purple evening sky to probe the area. Water the garden? Hose down a tree? Spray a perimeter around the walls? There were so many options, and the liter of water I'd guzzled since returning from lunch that afternoon was making each one equally tempting. After a minute of considering all the possibilities, I landed on the idea of leaning back against one tree and attempting to shoot my piss all the way to the other one. By that point, I could feel my bladder bulging out and couldn't stop tapping my foot, so I dropped my pants and made short work of unloading myself, sighing in immense relief as a hot stream of crystal clear bliss came jetting out. With fingers gripping the tip of my cock to adjust the direction, I tensed myself up, causing my pee to blast even further forward, a satisfying splatter sound accompanying it finally reaching the bark of the tree across from me. 

"Fuck..." I moaned under my breath, a fusion of comfort and arousal.

"Having fun?" A voice cut through from behind me.

I snapped my head around in an instant cold sweat. Sage. Phone pointed at me with the recording light blinking. Arms crossed in the doorway. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would form aside from hushed stuttering. My legs were buckling, on the verge of collapsing under the shockwaves of my racing heartbeat. I was fucked. Shortly after making contact with her intense eyes, she returned the phone to her pocket, stepping forward, her poker face unwavering all the while.

"Here's the deal." Sage proclaimed with an eerie matter-of-fact confidence, a rare deviation to her usual unfeeling tone, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If I don't like your answers or I feel like you're lying to me, that video is going out to everyone, starting with my grandpa."

To Be Continued

(Author's Note: I'm so excited to share this story

with you all, I have some really awesome things

planned that I think you will love! Apologies

for this 1st chapter being mostly setup, I promise

that the story as a whole is gonna be a relentless

rollercoaster of naughty pissing fun, there's just some

stuff to set up now so that it can pay off later! Please

leave feedback, I love hearing thoughts, speculation,

questions, critiques, everything! Thanks for reading,

stay tuned to this thread for the next entry!)

Edited January 21 by Puddlecheckfr
Update to clarify the topics of the story

[jorel2012 204]

What an intro!
Tension rises 💦

[Puddlecheckfr 79]

(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance

#2: Dealmaking

I could see my whole life flashing before my eyes, I could feel my heart pounding through my chest, how could I be so stupid? I let my dumb, horny desires overcome all logical thinking, and now I was caught with my dick in my hand... Literally. The previously roaring stream of piss died down to a slow trickle as my body froze over in horror, Sage's cold eyes repeatedly scanning me top to bottom then back again. It was only in this moment that I saw an angle of terror within her pretentious self-presentation, a frightening new perspective. I was no basketball player in terms of height, but even still, she was a tall woman, the tallest I had ever seen once I gave it some serious thought. Even without heels on, most people found themselves craning their necks up to meet her vampiric glare, which never met them with respect if at all. With paper-pale skin highlighting her veins and definition, she had curiously muscular arms and legs that I never had the nerve to ask about — not a bodybuilder, but clearly built beyond what just standard exercise will yield you.

Her hair was down on this night, lazily kempt bangs draping over her forehead to barely obscure the tops of her eyes. All of her movements flowed smoothly from underneath the pastel rose chemise she wore, a white dotted dress shirt with puffy, translucent sleeves underneath, all of which complimenting her curvaceous and busty figure. With nails painted a soft pearl color and spherical opal earrings staring back at me, fashion that I normally thought of as nothing more than just excessive for a hotel gift shop, suddenly felt like it was constricting me. I no longer felt like it was only her perceiving herself above me, I was starting to perceive it too, manifesting in all of those little ways. I felt all of this in icy, flashing moments after she told me she was going to interrogate me, only snapping back to reality when she spoke again, now standing directly beside me.

"So," Sage started, impatience evident in her tone, "first of all: why did you lie about where you were going?"

"I-I-I," I stammered fruitlessly, trying to think of a good answer.

"What did I just say?" She snapped to cut me off, "Don't lie. I'm not telling you again."

"I didn't think you would question me..." I admitted, face red and hung low after giving her my honest answer.

"Right." She said, no indication of intention, "Did you do this to disrespect the resort, or my grandfather, or me?"

"No!" I answered maybe a little too insistently before correcting myself, "No... I would never."

"So... This is just something you do?" She asked while unblinkingly staring down at me.

"..." I struggled to get anything out; my heart was racing so bad I thought I would pass out, when I finally admitted, "...Yes."

For the first time in my life, I saw Sage's expression change when I gave my answer. Her thin lips curved up into a dimpled grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. The part that freaked me out, however, was that I found zero comfort in this otherwise cute expression; like, if it was happening at any other time it would've been such a nice smile, but something about the way she did it in response to my shameful confession made me shiver. It didn't help that she kept that face held for quite some time, continuing through to when she reached her hand forward to delicately rest a fingertip on the underside of my flaccid cock head.

"Could you keep going if I did this?" She asked, raising then lowering her finger repeatedly to make my dick bob up and down.

I tried my best to keep pissing, but the combo of being watched so intently while she was handling it was too much for me, and before I knew it I was growing hard to her touch. As soon as my cock started truly getting stiff, she retracted her hand urgently like she had just touched a hot stove. When I shifted my eyes to hers, the grin had melted to disgust as she already turned around to walk back inside. Before popping the doors open, she looked back at me to speak one last time.

"You're pathetic." She said while shaking her head in disappointment, "You should work on that, cause I haven't decided on you yet."

"What do you mean?" I managed to ask, still feeling pinned to the tree.

"You'll find out." She responded with a teasing snicker, disappearing back into the hotel before I could question her any further.

And there I was. Pants around my ankles, caught on video pissing all over my place of work, dick hard with a few drops still dribbling out, frozen in fear against a tree, now being blackmailed by my violent boss' intimidating granddaughter. I was all on my own and needed the money, it was my only way to sustain myself in my circumstances; believe me, I looked at every other possibility. So, I was now at Sage's cruel mercy, unable to do anything but play her psychotic games. I thought from this first encounter that I understood what I was getting into, but I had no idea, not even close. Sage was just getting started with me.

To Be Continued

Edited January 21 by Puddlecheckfr
Update to clarify the topics of the story

[Mewer22 7]

Great Story, thank you for your effort. 

[Puddlecheckfr 79]

(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance

#3: Escalation, Elevation

A week or so had passed since Sage caught me pissing, and while I can't act like I wasn't in constant fear of my life blowing up, I was finally starting to get the first feeling that maybe it was behind us. She wanted to scare me or tease me or something, but if she was gonna do anything, she would've done it already. Right? Well, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, don't go making stupid assumptions like that, cause they'll probably come to bite you in the ass. I should probably mention the rub before we get too far in, the embarrassing detail that I've been omitting. I had mentioned my inability to find any other viable job, and the big missing puzzle piece here is that the hotel was my home. After I flunked out of college, I didn't exactly have many places to go, and my family wouldn't let me return home out of principle, so Mr. Hearst took me in. All the way at the top, tucked away in the back corner of the 11th floor was a single person suite that had been my humble abode for about five years at that point. Full bathroom, little kitchenette, a bed, and a tv, good enough for me, and the cost of living was baked into my salary, so finding a new job would've also involved finding and paying for a new place to live.

I was half awake on this particular morning, groggily stumbling into the bathroom to do my morning business. The Shop opened at 7 sharp every morning, but part of Mr. Hearst's agreement with me living here is that I'd do all of my "commuting" outside of hotel check-in hours, meaning I had to get to The Shop at 5am, and couldn't go home until 11pm, every day. So not only did this afford me a mere five or so hours of sleep a night, it also meant I had to get all of my morning preparation done at like 4 in the morning, while it's still dark outside. I was rubbing my eyes, not even bothering to flip the bathroom light on as I let my bladder loose into the toilet. Any other time, I love my dirty secret way of pissing wherever I want, but something about that first morning pee is just so satisfying when splashing into the toilet, a noise that I didn't hear this morning.

"Well, good morning to you too." Sage remarked with some amusement, evidently sitting in front of me in pitch darkness.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted, jumping back but still pissing, now trembling a bit.

"Shhhhhhh!" she hushed me before speaking with a low voice that I hadn't heard yet, "At least you didn't stop this time."

"What is your problem?" I managed to ask after a stunned minute of silence, "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not doing anything." She said in a convincingly serious voice before letting out her first full blown laugh, which stung, "Have you stopped to think that maybe this is more about you than me? Why were you peeing in the garden? Why don't you turn the lights on in here when you go? Why haven't you said anything since I busted you?"

"I-I... I'm-" I found myself once again lost for words, a feeling that Sage would only continue to evoke from me.

"Pathetic, that's what you are." She interrupted, "I already told you that, and you have made no effort to prove otherwise."

"Did... Did you want me to prove otherwise?" I asked.

"When did I say that?" She retorted. 

With that, Sage stood up from the toilet and gently pushed me back, walking over to the entrance of the bathroom to flip the lights on. Instantly, I saw that her white dress shirt was ruined, with slight yellow stains the backdrop of a translucent window revealing her body underneath. I couldn't help but feel my eyes scan her up and down, noticing a wavy, ruffled pattern on her lavender bra below, as well as a diamond belly button piercing. I found myself blushing hard as I grew stiff in front of her once more, slightly more lenience in her reaction this time, though she was seemingly still either repulsed or disappointed by me.

"You really are into that, aren't you?" She asked with a great deal of curiosity.

"Yes." I admitted.

"You're lucky I am too." She whispered in a deadly serious tone, then turned to leave the bathroom and said, "Take care of that and then meet me back out here."

After doing as she told me, I emerged from the bathroom to find her sitting on the foot of my bed, somehow changed into an entirely new, dry outfit. Did she wear that white dress shirt just for me? Where was she keeping the second outfit? I couldn't believe that she was starting to infect my thoughts so much, but she was. At her gesture, I sat down beside her on the bed, prompting her to instantly stand up and head over to the kitchenette. I heard the minifridge briefly pop open, and before I knew it she was returning with a frosty glass bottle of mineral water that I definitely didn't have in there previously. How long had she been waiting in my room?

"Drink it. All." She instructed me, sitting back down.

"How did you even get in here?" I asked.

"Please don't start asking stupid questions now," she responded with a deep sigh, before continuing with, "just listen to me. I don't like that you can't do this without losing control, but you very easily could've tried to take things further than just getting hard in front of me, and you didn't. Twice now. I can work with that."

"Work with it how?" I followed up, the only thing I could think to ask while processing all of that.

"I guess the stupid questions can't be avoided." Sage shook her head, what little sentimentality was present in her previous statements now reverted back to her usual robotic self, "The outfit you ruined is on the floor of your closet, you'll take it to the laundry room and have it returned to me tonight. Now finish that water, it's time to go to work."

Figuring that it was best not to ask more questions that she would just ridicule as stupid, I continued to tip the bottle back, trying to finish it before I got another displeased remark from her. I've always struggled to take orders, so I have no idea why Sage's commands had so much power over me, but they did. I found myself working harder for her in these fleeting moments than I worked for my boss in ten years, harder than I ever worked in school. What was she doing? Taking the bottle away from me, she then led the way to the door, trying to speed up our departure as much as possible. It was an oddly peaceful and relaxing morning after finally getting a little piece of insight into her mind and her intentions, and I boarded the elevator down to the lobby feeling a renewed sense of understanding.

"So," Sage started as soon as the doors closed in front of us, pressing each floor button, "you're going to piss in here right now, or that video of you is going everywhere."

To Be Continued

(Author's Note: This entry starts by saying "here's the rub"

but then it ends with the actual rub, our first true glimpse

into the Sage rabbit hole. Sage is a character that I've been

developing for a while, while also trying to find the perfect

story to integrate her into, and just found that she would

dominate this plotline and this setting. There is still much

deeper to dig within the depths of her naughty darkness,

but this entry is the first where we truly get an idea of

what she's about. All of it really makes you wonder

how far she's willing to go, though...)

Edited January 22 by Puddlecheckfr

[Puddlecheckfr 79]

(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance

#4: The Game Begins

I was officially in deep, no more delusions about this being behind me or Sage being my friend, she was actively seeking to control me. To destroy me. I could hardly believe my ears when she commanded that I piss in the elevator, but I knew better than to question her at this point. As if her words had some kind of spell over me, I could already feel the freezing water that I had just downed taking its hold over my bladder, and the downward motion of the descending elevator solidified my need to go. Not waiting long enough to test her patience, I had my cock out in mere moments, not needing any further prompting to begin pissing. A muffled splatter accompanied it as it landed on the carpeted floor of the elevator, a dark puddle forming and spreading as all of my morning drink found its way out of me.

"There we go," Sage affirmed with no sign of approval, just objectivity, in her voice, "looks like you're finally starting to get your head on straight."

"Why do you keep threatening me with the video?" I finally nerved up to ask, the last few spurts still trickling, "Why can't we just do this normally?"

"What do you think 'this' is, exactly?" She asked, following up with, "Maybe you don't get it. Look up and to the right."

A tiny spherical camera, angled directly at us, red light blinking.

"There's the second video."

I realized at this point that the way she was standing, her lack of gesturing, her lack of looking at me... On the camera feed it would look like she was just standing there minding her own business while I vandalized it and made a mess.

"W-wait!" I gasped, putting my dick back in my pants hastily, "Why would you do this? Are y-"

Shushing me as she had done back when I drenched her in the bathroom, she undid my zipper and pulled my cock out, grasping it with a grip way too tight to be enjoyable in any capacity. I tried to continue questioning her through the pain of being squeezed, but she took the lead in speaking.

"There's two scenarios. The guard won't be back from her coffee break for another twenty minutes. By that point, the camera feed will have done its reset for the day, and there will be no trace of what just happened in here." Sage said with certainty, beginning to truly scare me for the first time, "The first scenario is that we allow that to happen as I've just described, and then we get off the elevator and head to work. The second scenario is that someone with mobile access to the camera feed highlights that clip, crops it before I touch you, and it's flagged on the guard's desktop for the moment she returns. Which scenario do you want to happen?"

"The... The first." I admitted with a sigh of defeat, "What do I have to do for the first?"

"You've already done the important part," she answered, showing me the elevator camera feed from her phone, "but here's the rest. I need you to stop playing, it's really aggravating me. Stop acting like this is some joke you're in on, stop acting like you understand me. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your friend, you're the one serving me, don't get any of that backwards. I know every corner of this resort, I know every person who works here, and they all love me. You think the guard is just randomly taking a half hour coffee break right now? You think I BROKE into your room like you're not the one staying in MY place?"

"I didn't say you broke in!" I protested.

"You didn't have to." She said with a slight laugh, "Your dumb fucking face precedes your every thought. You could never vocalize your simple feelings or your million questions, and your face would still broadcast it all just as loud. I scare you, I can see it now, and that's the right response. You've gotten off easy here for so long, but the free ride is over."

"But... But..." I managed, "Why? Why me?"

"You did it to yourself."

Work was slow that day, everything felt like it was a million miles away, and I kept feeling so strange and faint under the constant eye of the hotel's cameras. I never even paid them more than a second of mind in all my time there, yet suddenly they were constant, probing reminders that I was truly being seen everywhere by Sage. To know that I lived somewhere less restricted to her than to me, to know that the people paid to monitor the place were seemingly in agreement with her sick deal, and to know that all the while she was across from me in the same tiny shop acting like an oblivious cashier. I should've never dared to go out into the garden, I should've just stayed content to keep my naughty fun to my room, but I just had to push it. I thought this was my dream at first, but it was now clearly my nightmare; living in hell with the devil's granddaughter as my tour guide.

Having forgotten to take Sage's laundry down in the morning, I scrambled to do it on my lunch break, not getting to do any actual eating as I stressed over making sure I didn't destroy the delicate materials with the wrong washer settings. She lingered around The Shop after closing, and I had no doubts as to why, quickly retreating to the laundry room to return her now totally dried outfit. My face was hot and beet red with shame and embarrassment, eyes glued to the floor, not even looking up when I extended my hand forward to give her the clothes.

"Look." Sage said while grabbing it from me, "You need to get it under control. This is happening, this is life. The fear is warranted, but you're acting like I'm going to kill you or something. If you had failed me, you would have already hit the street at the same time the videos of you hit your mother's Facebook feed. But that hasn't happened. It will happen if you don't stop this whole abused puppy dog routine, though, it does not get very far with me. Quit acting like a hostage; show some gratitude, some enthusiasm."

"For what?" I finally cracked, done with her condescension, "What do I have to be enthusiastically grateful to you for?"

"For starters, you could be enthusiastically grateful of the fact that I didn't call the police on you when I caught you exposing yourself at work, something that anyone else in the world would've done." She said with stinging truth, "But I get the feeling that the bare minimum isn't good enough for you, so be enthusiastically grateful that tomorrow after work, you'll be joining me in the pool. You'll have a lot to be enthusiastic over in there."

And with that, I uncracked. I wasn't done, who the hell was I kidding? I mistook a little uncut slack for freedom, but just a simple promise like that was enough for the leash to yank back around my throat. I wanted to go in the pool with Sage, I wanted to know what she had planned. Truth be told, through my instinctual protesting, I was kind of getting into it. Running around to clean her piss-soaked clothes, having her break into my room to get my bladder full, her telling me when and where to let loose, I wanted to act like it was a nightmare so bad, but it was a wet dream. Sage did scare me, but that fact somehow only turned me on more. The fact that such an intimidating and composed woman had any interest in watching me piss, in feeling me piss, in pushing me to my limits, I couldn't believe it. She was right, after all. If I was doing something wrong, I wouldn't still be in that situation, so why keep questioning it? Going along with Sage meant getting to do all of the dirtiest pissing I could ever imagine, and I knew that's what was waiting for us in the pool the next day, I just had to go along with it.

To Be Continued

[redef 0]

Hot! Any updates?

[thanks1972 167]

Hopefully we get to see more of this story soon...

[Puddlecheckfr 79]

On 2/20/2024 at 8:05 AM, redef said:

Hot! Any updates?

 

On 3/6/2024 at 9:04 PM, thanks1972 said:

Hopefully we get to see more of this story soon...

I appreciate all the feedback and support I’ve been getting on here in my absence, it really means a lot to me and my motivation to continue writing!

Unfortunately I’ve just been super busy with some real world commitments, but this story and the world of Sage have not been far from my mind, and I’m glad some of you can say the same.

Sage, our timid narrator, and their naughty adventures will all return dirtier than ever TONIGHT!

Edited March 12 by Puddlecheckfr

[Puddlecheckfr 79]

On 3/12/2024 at 12:40 PM, Puddlecheckfr said:

 

I appreciate all the feedback and support I’ve been getting on here in my absence, it really means a lot to me and my motivation to continue writing!

Unfortunately I’ve just been super busy with some real world commitments, but this story and the world of Sage have not been far from my mind, and I’m glad some of you can say the same.

Sage, our timid narrator, and their naughty adventures will all return dirtier than ever TONIGHT!

Just noting that I didn't run off and lie like a maniacal villain, I have completely drafted this chapter twice now and lost it to the nightmare combo of my janky computer and the site's (I'm sorry) horrible backup system twice. I'm not really at my highest moment as a writer esteem-wise currently and kinda feel like this is my sign that I should throw in the towel on this story, is anybody gonna lose sleep over that or is it the right call? I don't wanna let anyone down, but I also don't wanna kill myself rewriting a chapter if ultimately no one's gonna care about it. Reading lurkers who haven't spoken up, this is your American Idol Voting moment, whether or not there is any active interest will directly determine the move here. I'm sorry that this post is more rambling and not more story, I am considerably upset and demoralized by the loss of the most recent version, it was completely ready to post.

[newnewuser 0]

after the whole plot you've build up i'd love to hear what happens next and what she has planned. I understand if you don't want to go through the pain of rewriting the whole chapter and respect your choice anyway but in my opinion it would be a shame to not continue what you've started

[wetguy321 53]

I'm sorry to hear you keep losing the story, that sucks. I for one would miss this story and have been eagerly awaiting this next part. Have you considered writing in google docs and then copy/pasting it here? That way it saves automatically in real time.

[thanks1972 167]

I am very sorry to hear that you had computer issues. I hope you take the time to rewrite it. We are enjoying the story and would like to see how it unfolds.

[Alfresco 11,002]

Similar views here.   It is a brilliant story with a different concept and I would love to read the next instalment  - but it is you that is spending the time on it and if you have been thwarted by technology it is fully understandable that you might want to stop writing it.  It is your time and your choice.   I would definitely agree with @wetguy321that it is a good idea to write off site and save regularly though.