The Shoplifter

Jerry had shopped – or was it ‘shoplifted’ – in the department store several times in the last week. He had taken watches, jewelry and other small items but this time he was going to steal a complete dress suit. He carefully picked the right size as his eyes checked for sales clerks. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

He unconsciously listened to the droning canned music from the speakers in the ceiling. He had noticed, every time be was in the store, a low, barely audible tone mixed in with the sappy music. He made a mental note to complain to the management – the next time he wasn’t stealing, that is. He laughed to himself that “he might never get such an opportunity.” Read more…

The sheriff gets what he has coming

The night was clear, the sky filled with stars. The warm wind rushed by the beautiful face of the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa as She drove across the desert on a dark, seemingly deserted, highway. Her long, lustrous, sexy blonde hair was tossed by the wind—making it even more attractive . . . if that is at all possible. She was a stunning sight indeed—that is if anyone else was lucky enough to be out on this lonely stretch of road . . . Read more…

An Actual Hypnosis Session

The following is a transcript of the actual recorded words of Mistress Marquesa, and the responses during the session of Her faithful slave alvin as She hypnotized him in 1992. In all cases where the Marquesa employs hypnotism in a session with a slave its use is entirely voluntary on the part of the slave and, in fact, must be actively sought by him before the Marquesa will consent to its use. The purpose of hypnosis as practiced by Mistress Marquesa is to enhance the Mistress/slave relationship to a virtually unbelievable intensity of sado-masochistic energy and psychological ecstasy – for both Mistress and slave. Read more…

Sensual Satin Siesta

He was a new employee in this charity. They had him down to work temporarily in their central south office and he had been there a week. Ms. Winters, the General Manager, was fairly strict. But he found something somehow gentle and soothing about her manner. She seemed to appreciate this, giving him little, gentle endearments when he was in the office. He always remembered everything he could about each instance when she said anything to him like, “Sweet boy” and “Good boy”. When she said such things, he could not help his knees turning to rubber, despite being 15 years her junior. Though certainly no boy, whilst he would not consciously admit it, her endearing words turned him on and aroused him like nothing else he knew. Read more…

Secretariat

NO PART(S) OF THIS STORY, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE ALTERED, COPIED, EXCERPTED, STORED, TRANSMITTED, OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY PERSON(S) WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the lovely, loving, lovable, leggy, luxurious, lusty, lustful, and ratiocinative GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read: by any minor; by any individual(s) ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally for any reason(s) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; by any person(s) uncomfortable with the subject of mind-control (in any of its forms) or the topic of feminine influence/control/domination/power/superiority/supremacy or both.

Only someone who has never had to run a business would be ignorant enough or stupid enough to believe it is a piece of cake to do so. Anyone who declares it is easy to attain and/or maintain success or prosperity or both is either a prevaricator or a jackanapes. Branston Bingumton, who was the founder, CEO, and CFO of his own outrageously booming conglomerate, knew both of these things to be true. He had the battle scars of high blood pressure, indigestion, insomnia, ulcers, and stress-engendered pulmonary difficulties to prove it. Read more…

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