Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the enticing, enigmatic, entrancing, energetic, and ensorcelling GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.

PREVIOUSLY —–

… In the end he was resigned to the doom he had only one open option. he wrote down an answer, entrusted it to HER electronic mailbox, and pleaded with The Great Goddess Above that She Whom he could not see would grant him grace from THE GREAT GODDESS MARQUESA WHOM he had certainly seen and WHOM he now loved? It was even harder than his penis for him to know which made him more anxious. First, trying to correctly craft and communicate a concise and courteous answer to HER letter. Or subsequently awaiting with bated breath for this breathtaking blonde’s reply. MISTRESS MARQUESA’s responsive message came sooner than he had expected yet too soon for him to ameliorate any of his anticipatory agitation. Thereafter in their technological tête-à-tête a time and date for their encounter was established.

—– end of part #1 —–

—– PART #2 —–

Though he was in no wise of Hellenic heredity or heritage, baruch bartleby came bearing a bevy of gifts to his most memorable meeting with MERCILESSLY MESMERIZING, MESMERISINGLY MERCILESS MISTRESS MARQUESA. THE GREEN-EYED, MONSTROUSLY MATRIARCHAL, MELLIFLUOUSLY MANIPULATIVE GODDESS gracefully and graciously gathered in each gift. After appreciatively opening one after another, SHE made a mental note that HER desire for each present was present on HER sagaciously salacious, spectacularly sophisticated site’s “Gifts” page.

They chatted for a few moments. Each one closely observed the other. his enormously exuberant eyes were wide and worshipful. THE MISTRESS’s overpowering orbs of emerald energy inveigled and invaded his inner man.

When the time was right, it was time for HER to spontaneously interrupt and subtly steer their interactions. “I can not get the story you sent ME out of MY head. Its affect on ME is unbelievable. your upcoming hypnotically erotic submission session shall be spectacular beyond belief.” As SHE spake to baruch, THE MISTRESS leaned slightly forward suggestively bringing HER beautiful, bountiful breasts to bear.

The fidgeting of bartleby’s body and his increased respiration revealed HER actions had activated the appropriate responses. MISTRESS DE SADE uncrossed HER short skirted, sheer stocking-swathed shapely stems and subsequently sensuously stroked HER lovely legs with HER HIGHNESS’s fascinatingly feminine fingertips. his erotically ensorcelled eyes never lost sight of any of HER gestures or movements. As SHE alluringly arose then smoothly and slowly slithered closer and even closer and even still sooooooo close and closer to him, MARQUESA spoke once more. “Relaxation is very important, MY pet. Relaxation is so very potent and important in achieving a scintillating state of deep, deep hypnotic and erotic sleepiness. your impending and inevitable hypnotic sleepiness. Hypnotically mesmerising, soporifically soothing tsunamis of suggestively susceptible and susceptive and suggestible sleepiness. Yes, softly soothing sleeeeeeepiness as well as sure and certain submission to ME, MESMERIZINGLY MESMERISING MISTRESS MARQUESA.”

Now SHE stood next to him. Now he knew not what to expect next. Now all was unfolding exactly according to plan.

Again did MAGICAL MISTRESS MARQUESA manipulate that velvety voice beyond all human or mortal voices, his mindlessness and manhood to manipulate via cunningly caressing his entirely engaged ears. “To ascend, achieve, surmount, and surpass the highest heights of supremely sensual sexual satisfaction, your body must be entirely and completely relaxed. Yes, completely relaxed and ready for the profoundly potent, passionate pleasures you are certain and sure to soon and very soon to celebrate. you must be ready, willing, and able to totally and absolutely surrender yourself–heart, mind, body, and soul–solely and selflessly to ME. Yes, entirely and surely surrender the entirety of your entire essential essence entirely to MAGICALLY MESMERIZING, MERCILESS MISTRESS MARQUESA. Every wonderful word I say to you is true. Each and every word which witchingly issues from MY lusciously lustrous, lustrously lustful, lovely lips is absolutely and entirely and totally true and the total truth.”

Briefly did SHE suspend the sagaciously salacious speaking forth of HER SCIENTIFIC SORCERESS’s spell to evaluate and admire HER hypnotic handiwork. baruch’s breathing had become much slower and deeper. bartleby’s captivated countenance and entranced eyes barely made any volitional movement.

Once again did SHE undertake to take up the charismatically charming charming of his core and complete consciousness. “The time has come for ME to even still more deeply relax particular parts of your body. I shall soon relax various portions of your body in a most wonderfully wicked and wickedly wonderful way. Whenever I shall touch any part of your body in any way, that body part will become even more and more relaxed than it has ever been before. When I touch any of your body parts in any way, that part of your body will quickly and easily and effortlessly become more and more relaxed than any part of you has ever been before.”

Now did MERCILESS MARQUESA smile ever so sweetly. SHE was sure SHE showed only a slight smidgen of HER sadistically sinister psyche. Employing HER hypnotizing hands and HER elegantly manicured feminine fingertips, over a span of several minutes SHE tantalizingly touched in various ways particular parts of his head, limbs, and body. If SHE had elected to play connect the dots, various patterns of sundry sizes could have been drawn. As SHE tactilely tempted his increasingly sensitive skin, THE MISTRESS witchingly whispered well-chosen words. HER phrases and words were on the subjects of heightened sensory sensitivity, irresistibly increasing states of deepened relaxation, and more sensual subjection. As SHE ever sooooooo softly spake to him, HER hands and HER fingers were not HER only body parts with which SHE manipulated his largest organ suited for sensory satisfaction.

When baruch bartleby next came to his regular conscious awareness, he was entirely nude. This was not his greatest surprise. he was lying supine and spread-eagled on a luxuriously comfortable and lavishly covered bed. he looked up into the imperiously imperial, impishly enlarged and enlightened, emerald eyes of MISCHIEVOUSLY MYSTIFYING, MYSTICALLY MESMERISING MISTRESS MARQUESA. SHE saw with such satisfaction his surpassing shock with the discovery of his handcuffed hands and shackled legs.

A multitude of conundrums and questions barraged and bombarded baruch bartleby’s befuddled mind. At last he was able to haltingly ask several of them. MARQUESA responded by answering him with abject and utter silence.

Now was terror thoroughly combined with his amazed astonishment. Since SHE said not a word when he had spoken to him, he placed upon his visage the most pleadingly plaintive expression he could muster. THE GODDESS DE SADE beheld his countenance, smiled serenely, serpentinely stuck out HER tongue, and turned away from him with a condescendingly contemptuous wave of HER delicately lovely sinister hand.

Uncertainty was now a constant cohort of fear and amazement in his heart and mind. Due to transfixion he continued to fix his gaze upon HER HIGHNESS THE MISTRESS MARQUESA. While sitting upon a small, swiveling, plushly padded throne, THE GODDESS drew forth from an ornately crafted tray atop an elevated vanity a series of precisely prepared products. Each of these was skillfully and sensually applied upon HER much more than exceedingly attractive physiognomy. From time to time SHE would move in such a way as to cause some part(s) of HER beautiful body to be interposed into his line of sight. In bartleby’s opinion, all other girls and women merely put makeup upon their faces. Now he knew and was certain what he was privileged to espy was MARQUESA utilizing cosmetics to worshipfully put the finishing touches on the finely chiseled, feminine features of A SUPREMELY SOVEREIGN SUBJECT neither the masterpiece(s) nor the body of work of no artist(s) would ever be able to adequately capture within the crude confines of any previous, present, or possible artistic medium. Once or twice, SHE temptingly turned HER SUMPTUOUSLY SINFUL, SINFULLY SUMPTUOUS SELF in the direction of HER highly daunted, shackled subbie and masterfully made a series of meticulously mesmerising, manipulative movements with, or in the direction of, HER luridly and luxuriously luscious legs.

At long last, HER long, slender fingers reached out, retrieved, and raised ever so very slowly a long, slender tube of HER favourite lipstick. As baruch beheld what SHE seamlessly did with that tube’s creamy and colorful contents, the joyous jubilation and leering lust he fervently felt arose and rose higher and even higher and even higher still more and more. These two feelings were paradoxical to his previous thoughts and emotions. This did not preclude them from conspicuously coming into existence. Nor did their presence assuage any of his other earlier emotions. What was left of his MISTRESS MARQUESA-manipulated mindlessly mindless mindlessness realized THIS BRILLIANT, BUXOM BLONDE BOMBSHELL was bewitchingly bringing to bear and bringing to life beguilingly bedeviling bits and pieces of the story he had sent HER.

Gingerly grasping the tube of glistening lipstick and its concomitant cap, THE GREEN-EYED GODDESS gracefully got up from HER throne. Sensuously swinging HER hips with such salaciously suggestive sinuousness, did SHE, THIS STUNNING STALKER, slither slowly and slyly across the expanse betwixt them. At long last standing and swaying over him in HER open-toed, sinister, stiletto-heeled, shiny shoes, MARQUESA’s compellingly commandeering and commanding cat’s eyes burning brightly–these enervating, expansive, extraordinary emerald eyes–bore down upon and into HER helplessly bewitched, bothered, and bewildered boy toy. Precisely and precariously pinioned in perfect powerlessness was HER pixilated prey of the day.

Now THE MISTRESS slightly parted HER oh sooooooo soft, kissable, lustrously luscious lips. In such a suggestive way SHE did hold the lipstick so that it’s head, had it been moving, would have been headed toward baruch’s highly excited head. HER lusty, lady-like laughter was oh sooooooo low and oh sooooooo very, very wickedly wicked.

Though it was too good to be true, yet bartleby’s eyes perceived it was truly the truth. First, SHE placed the cap upon the lipstick’s head. HER hands, however, moved in such a salaciously suggestive way as to elicit this illicitly irresistible, irresistibly illicit inference. “That which MASTERFULLY MANIPULATIVE MISTRESS MARQUESA did with the lipstick’s head symbolized, and was synonymous with, a sexy siren smoothly sliding something soft and stretchable over the hot, horny head of a man’s second brain.” Second, DELICIOUSLY DECADENT DE SADE exquisitely explored the long lipstick holder with HER fascinating fingertips, HER luxuriously luscious lips, and HER timelessly talented tongue. Or, was that what SHE was doing? Was not THE GLORIOUS GODDESS excitedly examining, hypnotically handling, and tendering fascinating fellatio upon baruch bartleby’s captivated cock and balls? Thirdly, SHE did touch HERSELF in a variety of places for various lengths of time with the lipstick. Was that not what he saw HER do? Those movements of HER beautiful body. Such sounds SHE made. No, he was verily a voyeur vicariously viewing A WICKEDLY WANTON WOMAN masterfully massaging and manipulatively masturbating HERSELF with a scintillating sex toy.

The protective cap was once more separated from the head it held. This time THE FRIGHTENINGLY FELINE ‘FEMME FATALE’ ferociously jerked off the lipstick’s covering. With hardly the barest backward glance, MISTRESS MARQUESA fearsomely flicked it away onto HER dressing table. SHE stared hungrily and invitingly at the head of HER favorite lipstick. A peeping tom would have wondered was this the only head which was moist and exposed to HER emerald eyes of THE TIGRESS AND quadrupedal biped doggie TRAINER?

Then SHE turned the tubes tip toward baruch. Back and forth did MARQUESA wave the lipstick. Like a wickedly witching, wickedly wicked witch of witcheries so SHE wielded HER wand. As this movement SHE continued, SHE soothingly and sinisterly spake HER sophisticatedly sensuous siren spells of shrewdly satyr-esque seductiveness. “you have seen, enjoyed, and experienced much, MY pet. Not one of your previous experiences nor the sum Toto of all of them can compare with or shall prepare you for what shall soon happen to you. It is right for you to focus all of your attention to the head of MY lipstick. The ruby red tip of MY lipstick is the only thing your eyes should see. The shaft and head of this lipstick are MINE. your head is MINE. your head and your shaft are MINE. All of you and all you have is always and forever more and everlastingly MINE, all MINE. your head is MINE. your heads are MINE. your head, your head is MINE and MINE.”

Now THE GRAND GODDESS seductively and sneeringly glared at him condescendingly and commandingly and coquettishly. “Say that, “MISTRESS MARQUESA owns my head.””

the balls of bartleby’s eyes ever followed HER manipulations of the lipstick. These words worshipfully passed from his lips. “MISTRESS MARQUESA owns my head.”

“Now, you slutty simpleton, say that, “MISTRESS MARQUESA owns my head.”

THE ALMIGHTY, ALCHEMICAL MISTRESS felt such a charge of ecstasy as SHE heard him repeat what SHE had charged him to say. Relentlessly SHE continued his relentless reprogramming. “you have fallen headlong and head over heels–head over MY high heels, head over MY sinisterly sharpened stiletto heels–in love with ME and your head is MINE. your whole heart is wholeheartedly MINE. the body of your body is entirely MINE. your soul is solely MINE. your spirit and your spirit’s spirit are MINE. Now tell ME “MISTRESS MARQUESA possesses all i am and all i have.””

“MISTRESS MARQUESA possesses all i am and all i have!”

“What you have said is truly the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. This lipstick is MINE. your ensnared eyes must continue to follow this lipstick. your eyes must follow MY movements and MY manipulations of the lipstick you know is all MINE. In that same way, you must follow ME and you are MINE.”

SHE paused for a few seconds to allow the potency and portent of his programming to take hold. “you are certain you are MINE. you are certain that you are MINE. you are entirely, completely, and absolutely certain you are certainly MINE. I am THAT CERTAIN SOMEONE SPECIAL WHO seductively, suggestively, and successfully catches your eye. I catch your ensorcelled eye of your mesmerized mind’s eye of your one-eyed snake. your one-eyed snake in the grasp of MY full and feminine, and fully feminine fascination. YES, you perceive the facts correctly, MY slave boy and sex toy. I AM AN EXOTIC AND SEXPERT ONE-EYED SNAKE HANDLING SNAKE CHARMER. I charismatically charm your rock harder and harder cock and balls. your balls and cock are MINE, all MINE. I am THE GENUINE ARTICLE. I am A GLORIOUS, GLAMOROUS, GORGEOUS GODDESSES OF GYNAECOCRACY. Gynaecocracy, the rightful rulership of Superior Women. Gynecocracy the potently potent powers of any Superior Woman such as MY SAGACIOUSLY SALACIOUS, SALACIOUSLY SAGACIOUS SELF to commandeer and command and control your cock. your captivated cock, cunningly captivated by MERCILESS MARQUESA, becoming harder and hotter and longer and thicker and so much slicker with each moment that passes and with each and every word I soothingly and stimulatingly say. Gunarchy, gynarchy, and gynecocracy. Gynecocracy is MY power to pixilate your private parts, your privy, and your prick. your cock is caressed, confined, controlled, and compelled by MY beautiful body, MY velvety voice, and MY Womanly will’s willpower to control you.” At this point HER merriment manifested malevolent mellifluousness and mellifluous malevolence.

MARQUESA fell silent for some moments. During this time when SHE did not communicate via HER voice, MACHIAVELLIAN MISTRESS MARQUESA took several slow and pronounced deep breaths. These actions had nothing to do with the desire or need or both to increase the oxygenation level of HER bloodstream. His body’s subconscious responses to the seemingly unconscious movements of HER bountiful bosom did much please THE GLAMOROUS, GREEN-EYED GODDESS OF GODDESSES.

Once more did SHE grant baruch bartleby the inestimable ecstasy of hearing HER speak solely to him. “It’s so easy to obey ME. It’s so easy to Obey ME. It is so goooooood to obey ME. It is sooooooo good to Obey ME. It is so right to Obey ME. It is sooooooo right to obey ME. It’s so easy and good and right to Obey ME. It’s so easy, so good, so right to Obey ME. It is always and for everlastingly sooooooo easy and so goooooood and sooooooo right to do the right thing and Obey MARQUESA. Obey MARQUESA. Obey MISTRESS MARQUESA. I am your GODDESS. I am your GUIDING STAR. Soon I will make you a star in one of MY fascinating fantasies. I shall star you in a sizzling scene in which I sinisterly subjugate a submissive slut to My multitudinous myriads of spellbinding scenarios. Simply sinful scenarios of such shameless sensuality. Sexy scenes spun so soothingly or spurred so steamily or sometimes both. Underneath the onslaught of these overwhelmingly overwhelming, optimal opportunities for orgasm is where you belong. you, of course, belong to ME. And, of course, above and, in other words, on top is where I always and for evermore and everlastingly belong.”

SHE sensed the correct time had come for HER coup de grace of HER coups de theatre MARQUESA had marvelously, mesmerizingly, and menacingly wrought upon baruch bartleby. MISTRESS DE SADE precisely positioned HER fascinatingly feminine face directly over HER handcuffed and shackled submissive’s mindlessly mindless, masculine mug. As THE SPELLBINDING SPELLBINDER cunningly cast the evil eye upon him, all he could do is simply and simplemindedly stare into the depthless depths of the ensorcelling eye of HER enticingly entrancing emerald eyes.

For some moments, all SHE did do was hypnotically hold his gaze in the grip of THE GLORIOUS GODDESS’S grueling grasp. HER beguiling body and fetching face seemed to tense as MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE summoned forth and thereafter intensified the full force of HER feminine forcefulness. “It is time. your eyes can not, your eyes must not, and your eyes will not leave or look away from the soothing and seductive centers of MY mesmerizing eyes. The time has come for you to display your devotion to ME. The time has come. your tired and heavy and oh sooooooo sleepy eyes are entirely entranced by MY gorgeous green gaze of emerald fire, color, and light. It is time for you to completely surrender your self to ME. you are becoming more and more relaxed, more and more submissive, and more and more soothingly sleeeeeeepy with each moment that passes and with each and every word that I say. you are falling deeper and deeper down into sleepiness with each word I command you to sleep! sleep!! sleeeeeeep!!!“`”

Now did MERCILESS MISTRESS MARQUESA chuckle to HERSELF. SHE was A WITCHINGLY WITCHING WITCH WHO knowingly knew HER victimized victim was powerlessly powerless against HER ever strengthening strength. “Now your ensorcelled eyes shall surely close down now. Though your eyes are locked shut, you will hear and obey each word of every command I commandingly command you to obey ME. The more you obey ME, the more pleasure you will experience. your tired and sleeeeeeepy eyes can not help but quickly and easily close down now. MY will is stronger than your will. you will fervently feel more and more potent pleasures as you obey MERCILESS MARQUESA more and more and more. your will is for you to always and for everlastingly to obey MY will. your certainly submissive eyes will submit to hypnotic surrender to MESMERIZING ME and completely close down now! now!! now!!!“`”

As SHE had said, he swiftly succumbed to soothing sleepiness and certainly surrendered sovereignty o’er himself to HER scintillatingly sensuous siren spells. Once his physical form showed his heart and mind were in the proper state of mindlessly mindless mindlessness, SHE continued the inexorable execution of HER plan. “Now, MY submissive slave, I shall do something wicked and oh sooooooo wonderful with and to you. I shall tantalizingly touch you with the head of the lipstick which has touched MY lovely lips. It is right for you to obey ME. Whenever i touch you with this lipstick, you will feel you are being kissed by MY ruby red lips. Wherever on your bewitched body I shall touch you with this lipstick, you shall surely sense the scintillatingly steamy and sinfully sizzling sensation of that body part being kissed by MY luscious lips. you know it is always right for you to obey MISTRESS MARQUESA. No matter how much pleasure you feel, you will not cum until I command you to do so. you will only cum after I command you to come for ME. Whenever you obey GODDESS MARQUESA, it is and it feels and it is sooooooo right. you are always rewarded by doing the right thing and always obeying MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. Tell ME the total truth about where you got the idea for the story you sent ME?”

While and after SHE asked HER query, SHE did touch him with the head of that lipstick here, there, and everywhere–wherever it tickled or struck HER fancy. The potent pleasures she bestowed upon him were indomitable, indescribable, and indefatigable. bartleby’s body and baruch’s mouth moved in many ways as wave after tidal wave of powerful pleasure possessed his captivated consciousness. It did not take long for him to blurt out the information sought by SHE WHO MUST BE OBEYED AND OBSERVED.

“From the “LIPSTICK SURRENDER” story YOU have.”

Once more MAGICAL, MATRIARCHAL MARQUESA’s initial intuition and accompanying analysis proved absolutely accurate. Although his admission was superfluous, still it was beneficial to GODDESS MARQUESA. bartleby’s confession reminded HER that monumental men and menial males were sooooooo completely powerless and unabashedly unable to resist the unadulterated powerfulness of THIS IRRESISTIBLE, IRREPRESSIBLE, INTIMIDATING, ITALIAN WITCH, MAGE, SORCERESS, AND SPELLBINDER.

“Why did you decide to use the “LIPSTICK SURRENDER” story?”

“i love looking at women put on lipstick. No author for the this lipstick, lipstick story. Please let me see YOU women painting their lips so red, so hot? i love, i wand more, more!”

“Why did you send ME the story?”

“MARQUESA, i apologize, MISTRESS MARQUESA, i want YOU. i need YOU. i don’t want to, can’t live without YOU. Please, please accept me?”

Why did you send ME the story three times?”

“i devote my soul to YOU. YOU must read my story. i adore, worship, need YOU. i love YOU. i love YOU. i love YOU. “`”

It was like listening to a looped recording. Again and again and again did baruch passionately proclaim the last three words of his last coherent thought.

One day at school, Tom Sawyer did everything in his power to gain the attention and win the favour of Becky Thatcher. Mysterious and mighty magician and mage Merlin was ensorcelled and incarcerated by his falling in love with the love spell casting Lady of the Lake named, Vivien. Samson surrendered the divine secret of his superhuman strength to Delilah, due to her vexatiously beseeching him to death to do so. bartleby was such a typical man. his craving and need for HER had driven him to do all he had done. This was the kind of attitude about and affection appertaining to THE GODDESS that MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE desired and developed in each and all of HER far more than fortunate subbies, submissives, serfs, servants, slaves, sissies, sluts, and so forth.

“Be silent,” SHE crisply commanded. “I command you to say nothing, until I generously and graciously grant you MY pardon and MY permission to speak again.” Obeyed immediately was THE MISTRESS’s charge. Once SHE heard him fall silent, SHE precisely programmed his subconscious mind to unconsciously carry out certain directives.

“baruch bartleby, soon you will hear ME clap MY ever so hypnotically hypnotizing hands. When you have heard ME clap MY hedonistic hands, you will quickly and completely come back to your conscious self. After i have clapped MY hands you will certainly and surely be completely conscious of your self and of your surroundings. you will be aware that I know how you got the idea for the story you sent ME. you will know that I know all about the origin of the story you sent ME. All that I say is the truth. Everything I tell you is the total and complete and absolute truth. Mistress Marquesa says such is so.
Ergo, you know, it is and it must and it shall indeed be so.” At this juncture, THE MISTRESS manufactured the sound SHE had mentioned and made his trigger to return to his regular self.

baruch bartleby became completely cognizant of his position. Had MARQUESA DE SADE sequestered in his subconscious or stripped from his memory any and all awareness that SHE knew what he had done, nevertheless baruch would not have remained ignorant of HER inferring the existence of his ignobility. The look bartleby did discern upon HER lovely face sternly and Stentor-esquely spake volumes upon tomes upon books upon libraries. In this circumstance, the picture his eyes beheld was well worth far more than ten thousand times ten thousand times ten thousand worlds of worlds of worlds of written words.

Tears trickled from both corners of both of baruch bartleby’s eyes. “Forgive! me?” he said at last intermixed with a series of soul-shredding sobs.

baruch’s hands were heavily cuffed. bartleby’s ankles were securely shackled. baruch bartleby’s yearning for MISTRESS MARQUESA was so great, it had compellingly constrained him to plagiarize a petite piece of prose. he had presented to HER HIGH-CLASS, HIGHMINDED HIGHNESS a highly modified version of a story stolen from HER very own website. This male was keenly aware that MERCILESS MARQUESA had perfect knowledge of all these things.

“Please! … please!! … please!!!“?`” he pleadingly pleaded plaintively for HER unmerited pardon.

GODDESS DE SADE condescended to convey one answer to him. he heard one sound unmade by his voice. It was the unmistakable, unforgettable, unavoidable sound of MAGNANIMOUS, MERCILESS, MAGNETIC, MERCIFUL, MENACING, MELLIFLUOUS, MULTIFACETED, MANIPULATIVE, MYSTERIOUS, MATRIARCHAL, MESMERISING MISTRESS MARQUESA’s low-pitched laughter.