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A Clinical Appointment

Disclaimer: In this story a fictional character engages in the unethical behavior of using drugs to gain control of an unsuspecting subject.
I do not condone such behavior or actually utilize it with My potential slaves. I enjoyed the story enough to publish it; because it is a fairly common fantasy and as a fantasy that‚Äôs cool with Me. ūüėČ It is a fantasy for entertainment purposes, for many of you who may have long time fantasized about such wantonly wicked things.

 

The new clinic had just opened down the street. I drove past it for weeks and never saw anyone enter or exit the building. There was however a beautiful blue  1965 Corvette Stingray convertible in the same space each day.

It was the car that drew me in! That beautiful blue, white top, black leather¬†seats, and a walnut steering wheel. Oh the engine, if only I could see and hear it…a big block V-8 427…

Oh that car could fly.¬† Read more…

Conversion

 

            The doorbell rang. Goddess Marquesa sighed. Since injuring her foot, she had been largely housebound, and even common chores like answering the door posed a challenge. Whoever it was had better be on important business. With painful effort, she rose.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Standing on the front step the Goddess found an attractive brunette. The visitor was tall, late 30‚Äôs or early 40‚Äôs, wearing a prim pastel lavender skirt suit. Clasped tightly to her breast, bound in black leather with gilt lettering across the cover, was the Holy Bible, held so that the title would be visible to whoever answered the door. Read more…

LADY KRYSTAL MESMER

It was another boring, I mean relaxing Friday night with nothing on television so I had opened my iPad to see about playing some games online. I couldn’t get off my mind last weekend when we had gone to the Comedy Club and one of the acts had been a hypnotist, a very beautiful hypnotist with green eyes that seemed to be beckoning me.That must have been the lapse that captivated me and drew me to have just enough abandon, for before I realized it, I was up on stage listening to just a few sweet seductive words that soon had me floating in willing compliance to whatever this mesmerizing Goddess suggested. For it seemed she wasn’t expressing different ideas, it was really my words, my will being told through her. And oh it felt so good, each word she said sent me deeper into a dream state with waves of pleasure flowing through my body. Read more…

A Stalker’s Wild “Dream”

IT WASN’T REALLY STALKING, WAS IT?
He had seen her at a trendy L.A. restaurant. She was so beautiful! Her shoulder-length blond hair framed a face so beautiful it was almost painful to look at. Her compelling eyes were deep green. Her lips were full and red, her skin flawless.

As she sat alone at a front table, he noticed several rich, famous men walk to the table to spend time with her. First they would almost bow, then respectfully ask permission to sit. Only after she had granted her permission would they sit and speak to her as she sipped her champagne. One by one they paid their respects and moved on – at her pleasure. Read more…

VICTORIOUS . . . Part 2


… as Part 1 ended …
“Bring this troublesome man to ME,” MARQUESA DE SADE commanded. The final details were ironed out and the call was concluded.

and Part 2 begins …

During MAGNIFICENT, MERCILESS GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE’S conversation with the humble pie-eating High Arch-Queen of the May (who only recently also had taken up the fine and necessary art of breakfasting, lunching, dining, and snacking upon ‘Corvus brachyrhynchos’ or ‘C. corone’) from time to time SHE glanced over at the slave whose mundane, minutely minuscule, mere male, mindless mentality SHE had been terrorizing and toying with. On a couple of occasions SHE spied a self-confident smile fleeting across his face. “Now he has evidence that his deduction was correct. So, he seems to be so satisfied with himself. he probably fancies himself to be an anakim-sized-in-ability angakok of the walk,” SHE mused. MAGICAL MISTRESS MARQUESA determined SHE would have none of this. It was HER right, HER duty, HER honor, HER prerogative, and HER pleasure to put the brakes and kibosh on, call a halt to, ring the chimes of, ring down the curtain upon, and put a stop to this runaway express train of infernal and infantile insanity in its tracks right now! Read more…

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