He was so nervous, like many men who felt they could buy things for their partners in a lady’s store that blasted sophisticated couture from every corner he had entered in all good faith. He was now surrounded by every overt expression of femininity that anyone could imagine, from soft sensuous basques to long flowing gowns that displayed a more subtle yet equally sensuous aura. An aura that most men found subtly mocking and a little intimidating, like a little boy caught by elder sisters in his mothers wardrobe. Read more…
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- May 27th, 2013
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The sign over the audio store said “MarquesaCo Electronics.” Harry walked in to the store with the intention of buying a great audio system with big powerful speakers but as he entered he looked around and saw all the sales people were women! Every one knows ‘broads’ don’t know anything about speakers! It was too technical….too masculine for ‘broads’! He had to admit the girls looked good, but he wasn’t about to buy a stereo from one of them…maybe a microwave oven…or a refrigerator…but certainly not a stereo! He was about to turn around and leave when a real sexy sales girl walked up and introduced herself. “Hi! Welcome to MarquesaCo. My name is Cynthia. What do you need today?” Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- May 27th, 2013
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It is time for kirk to return to his small private cubicle for the rest of the bitter cold Martian night. He has spent a rather lackluster, uneventful day on the job at the huge Zoltek Chemical Conversion Complex minding the work and output of the robotized chips that control the production of the heavy water which will gradually fill the basin below to true oceanic proportions.
kirk is proud to be a member of the all-male slave battalion that was personally selected for this duty by the Supreme Goddess—the Chairlady of the Board of Directors. Read more…
- Author name:
- Alan
- Publish date:
- May 27th, 2013
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“3164… On your feet!”
The prisoner does not resist. He did at first, but now he saves his strength. After at least a dozen interrogation sessions he knows that it will take all of his strength to resist the questioning, there is none to waste. He wearily stands. The guards enter. One pushes him against the wall while her comrade pulls his arms behind his back and cuffs his wrists. Shackles bind his ankles with a chain that allows him to walk but not run. He is shoved out of the cell and marched down the corridor as fast as his chains and his broken body will allow. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 27th, 2013
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He was 18 and doing well at his finishing school–or so he thought. He was boarded with some fine guys. But no matter what he did or how hard he tried, he could not stop himself from falling asleep in class. Now he had been referred to the matron of his house in the school. He was a little frightened as he approached the ornate hardwood door with “MATRON MESMER” embossed upon it’s oak panels.
The door was opened by a very dour looking lady with a stern face. She led him to a warm room lit by the glow of a log fire. After he nervously sat down, she brought him a drink. “This is herbal tea, young man. Drink it whilst you wait for matron.” It was a strange yet quite pleasant tasting drink. He sat on the leather sofa and sipped it bit by bit. He felt the warmth of the fire. As he waited and pondered his fate, he saw nothing but the smoky flames dance and move and reflect on the high ceiling. Read more…
