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Krystal Valentine

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February 11th, 2020
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“What is this?” I asked, sipping the scotch my date had just poured me as I perused the décor of her condo.

“That is where I display my special slaves,” she said from across the parlor, as she finished pouring a drink for herself.

Up until that point it had been a very good date, which for me is saying something. A man does not get to my age as a bachelor without racking up a lot of dating experience, and I had not been so turned on by someone I had just met for a very long time. The mention of “slaves” was the first warning sign I had encountered, and it made me turn, just to make sure I had heard her right. Doing so gave me another look at her gorgeous legs and shapely ass, as she faced away toward a sideboard that held her liquor and glassware. Read more…

Focus

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June 17th, 2016
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Note- “Focus” is both a sequel to an earlier story, “Tame Your Pet,” and an homage to the novel Venus in Furs.

 

Heinrich was suspicious as soon as the woman walked through the door.  The modeling agency that sent her was legitimate; he had taken work from them many times when he was under cover here in Los Angeles. But their services could have been commandeered by the FBI or some other government office. Heinrich had been using the cover of a professional photographer for decades (it was the perfect smokescreen for reconnaissance, no one questioned why a photographer would want to inspect buildings and terrain in great detail), he had met hundreds of models. This woman was not one. Read more…

VICTORIOUS . . . Part 2

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July 28th, 2013
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… 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…

MY STORY (Another “My Story”)

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July 1st, 2013
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Goddess Marquesa [pronounced “Mar-key-sa” in line with a carefully reasoned rationale] looked breathtakingly alluring.

She surveyed herself critically in the mirror.  The beautiful woman in the mirror stared back at her.  The face was perfect, as it always had been.  It was a beautiful face.  Feminine.  Naturally.  But with that special element of the eternal female.  Warm.  Soft.  Alluring.  Possessing wisdom & character.  A compelling face.  Good bones – she thanked her genes for the bones.  As every woman knows, having good bones – the brow, cheeks, good jaw – means always retaining a youthful look – not a young girl.  Like a full bodied red wine – or a rose.  Just approaching its absolute peak of perfection.  After all, she wasn’t 20 any longer – thank goodness.  But she sure as hell looked pretty good.  Her bewitching emerald eyes, artfully made-up, were steady – intelligent, bright with the hint of a sparkle – or maybe a glint?  Her generous mouth, flawlessly painted ruby-red lips, was in a state of natural repose, with the hint of a smile – a secret smile of amusement.  ‘La Giaconda’ perhaps?  Perhaps.  Hmmm. Read more…

MESMER MUSK

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May 27th, 2013
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it was the end of the party and he was  all alone. Just as he had arrived, alone. As he piercingly felt it had always been, even so depressingly he was entirely, altogether, and solely and completely alone. He was all by himself in what had been the largest and loudest New Year’s Eve party he’d ever attended all by himself alone. Read more…

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