Bedazzled Bridegroom

 

Lady Languorie looked out into the London night in the small guest house on Hampstead Heath. Her large, lovely, eagle-eyed orbs looked over the Towers of the City of London, St Paul’s cathedral. and the thrusting edifice at canary wharf. She had adopted the name of the character in one of Her special hypno-movies. A cool, alluring, dominant Lady always dressed to impress in the sleekest black satin dresses. In reality, She was The Leading Lady in a project designed to entrance the planet to Her Female dominant wiles through hypnotic movies. Indeed “Mesmercom inc” was growing rapidly, spreading from Los Angeles in the US to Milan, Paris, Beijing, Tokyo, Barcelona, and of course London. Great Britain’s capital was still a key financial center. And therefore, it was a place Lady Languorie should see and entrance. Read more…

Beyond Bewitched


NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE: ALTERED; COPIED; EXCERPTED; REPRODUCED; STORED IN ANY TYPE OF INFORMATION STORAGE AND/OR RETRIEVAL SYSTEM; TRANSMITTED; OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY MEANS SUCH AS DESKTOP PUBLISHING, ELECTRONIC, MECHANICAL, PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING, OR ANY OTHER METHOD NOT EXPLICITLY STATED IN THIS DISCLAIMER WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This story is dedicated to the caring, cunning, compassionate, cruel, comely, condescending, concealed, conspicuous, curvaceous 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.

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My Beloved Mistress

 

 

 

“Hello Mistress. This is Your slave puppy doug calling. i’ve arrived at the Foghorn and await Your…”

“Hello slaveboy,” said Marquesa, picking up from the answering machine. Read more…

A God Given Gift

 

Sheryl brought the cigarette up to her lips and inhaled deeply, as her mind raced and formulated plan. She had a newfound talent, and she wasn’t about to let it go to waste. She really didn’t know why or how she could do the things she could, she could only surmise that her new power was God-given. And if God graced her with such a gift, she was certainly going to put it to good use. Read more…

The Balerina – Chapter 1

 

 

 

Irena, a prima ballerina in the Bolshoi Moscow State ballet had just come off stage and was returning to her dressing room. While moving backstage, she glanced up and in the corridor was the journalist from the New York Times. He had been pursuing Irena for some time trying to obtain a one on one interview. He had evaded the intervention of the authorities so far and had not given up hope. Irena never seemed to have much in the way of protection and always seemed to travel alone to and from the ballet. She had been careful up to now and had given the journalist the slip. Read more…

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