It was the 1980’s, the days of green text on computer screens and laborious printouts. He was a trainee at the Anglo Evangelist Housing Company put there to see that all the company’s clients had their needs met when they moved in. The team he worked with were all women. They rather clucked over him and tried to fuss him like a dozen mothers requiring a subservient teenage child rather than the obvious intractable rebels they had at home. He was alone living in a bed-sitting room. Although he never admitted it , he rather liked the fuss, especially from the boss of the section Ms Morphia-Sophor. He never could understand the name, only that when he heard it he felt very dreamy and secure and wanting. So wanting to please this lady who would waft sensually through the office always in liquid like white satin blouses and long , so long satin pencil skirts split so silkily alluringly just below the thigh swishing hypnotically as they trailed back and forth before his mesmerized eyes. Back and forth, they caught the office lights so strikingly, enticingly, and sweetly swaying like a gossamer image of a sweet caressing ocean of black, soothing silken ripples. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- May 27th, 2013
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I was feeling pretty good about myself. About six months ago a company that was putting on a big conference and seminar contacted me to ask me to deliver a speech about a new computer program I had written. That would be, of course, to most people very boring—but to us geeks in the computer field it is exciting beyond belief!
And the company sponsoring the conference had given me a first class ticket to Los Angeles and put me up in a five-star hotel, all for free! And topping that, they gave me a big speaker’s fee. But the best part was that with all the computer whizzes at the conference, my reputation (and my future salary) were assured!
I was feeling pretty good about myself . . . I was on top of the world! Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- May 25th, 2013
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The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa is a sports fan.
One of Her favorite “secret pleasures” is the CFL, the Canadian Football League, and every once in a while she will journey to the Great White North to watch one of the wide open exciting games up there.
This particular week, Our Goddess decided to travel to Toronto to watch the Argonauts play the Rough Riders. She particularly enjoyed the Toronto stadium because there was actually a hotel attached to the stadium itself and one of Her many subjects had given Her not only tickets to the game, but a weekend at one of the hotel’s field-side suites. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- May 25th, 2013
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I’m sure you will have no doubt believing that I have had the experience of putting people “under” in some pretty unusual and interesting places and circumstances. But one, in particular, stands out.
I was on a flight home, to Los Angeles, from Washington DC. Seated next to me on the airplane was a rather handsome young man who was pretty obviously attracted to me. At the same time, he appeared to be a bit nervous and agitated. Finally, smiling, I introduced myself and asked him if there was anything the matter. He said that, yes, he happened to hate flying (especially these days.) He claimed that it made him anxious and uneasy and kept him from relaxing during the flight. An excellent opportunity at hand, I told him that I was a professional hypnotherapist and I most certainly could help him relax and enjoy the remainder of the flight. All he needed to do was to relax as best he could, listen to my voice……… and decide that he truly wanted to overcome his fear of flying. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 24th, 2013
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He loved her and her outfits–her striking, dyed blonde, short hair and her Gingham jacket. But what especially caught his eyes, captured his attention span, and captivated all of him was her beautifully soft satin blouses and tight , split black satin pencil skirts stretching beyond her kneees.
She has an amazing name, Ms Juliette Jupe-Soyeux. Though she never claimed to be French, she had a wonderfully sexy and continental walk that mesmerized him. There was just something about her heels rhythmically click-clicking on the pavement when they were on their way home, a sharp “Swish” sound from her skirts as she passed him by. All too often with a rather disdainful look on her {sadly for him} almost as condescending as it was oh so lovely face. She acted like she knew she was destined for better things than him. Read more…
