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THE SATINATRIX

He had done it as his dare in a contest with work colleagues. He applied to Venus Vixenia “The Silken Sorceress of Submission” for a session. The application didn’t take much time or effort to fill out. He was surprised at how easy the whole process was. To prove he’d done it, he had to provide one photo for his friends of him being “Dominated”.

Outwardly he was a shallow, cynical person–a bit of a sneery type. But deep within, he craved to be controlled and nurtured. He was particularly attracted by This Lady’s statement that She loved to control Her “Subbies” using satin. “Soft and strong and Feminine” was Her banner. Read more…

ROCKETMAN 2

Lady Langourie was incandescent with rage, she was just about to begin broadcasting her femdopm hypnosis programs using the satellite that SHE had hypnotically used an astronaut to capture fror her purposes when.

“ACESS DENIED, THE FIREWALL HAS REJECTED ACCESS FROM LANGOURIE/HYPNOFEM COMBASE”

After severely punishing 3 of the male drone technicians she summoned her closest confidants to a room deep in the bowels of her Communications Centre in the Nevada Desert. There had to be a plan, a way to break that firewall, who had been working on it. Read more…

ROCKETMAN

 

West of the Centre of Los Angeles, not far from LAX Airport and Marina Del Rey was Langourie tower. It was an imposing 30 floored structure. Perched on its top floor was a huge diamond-like structure which moved around at night bathing the ground below in flickering, mesmerising scintillas of coloured light.

It was the headquarters of the Langourie media empire. This up and coming corporate heavyweight had massively grown into a now formidable body encompassing some 20 smaller organisations with offices in London, Paris, Rome, Madrid, Tokyo, Berlin, Prague and a brand new branch in Beijing. Read more…

MADAME MORPHIA’S TRANCING LESSONS

He was nervous and late. He had just been out for his regular run. Then he realised that today was his first ballroom lesson at the “Trancing dancing” studio. He never could work out that title. Neither could he quite grasp why his instructor was called “Madamme Morphia”. Maybe today he was about to find out.

He rang the bell and the automatic door buzzed as he went in. He followed the signs to the studio. His curiosity was aroused to learn why some read “Don’t get too tired now”. Read more…

THE LAIR OF LADY LANGUORIE

 

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” she said.

He quickly pulled his head from the velvet cushion on the large sofa and rubbed his eyes. His fellow fan of film noir and vintage horror sat across from him in what he knew to be the Magic Lantern Club. He knew all about this classic cinema palace even though he had never been there. She had booked it and promised to take him. He must have dozed off . He dimly remembered a chauffeured limo drive , some movement, and again-sleep.

“Got some work to do with these, hon. Celluloid surprises that have probably done the rounds of every flea-pit and grind-house in the land. They’re all digitally remastered onto DVD. And we get to categorize all of em!”

He groaned. Read more…

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