Amateur Dramatics, so thats what his favourite clerk at the bank he had just started at got up to in her spare time. More than that, when he showed an interest she had given him the synopsis of the storyline of a play that her and her “Thespians of Venus” Theatre group had written and were going to perform. They were all women, they needed a man. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- May 23rd, 2013
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Six months have passed since my complete surrender to Marquesa. Six of the happiest months of my life. She has sculpted my body into Olympic condition. She has taken control of my mind to the point that I don’t even look at or think about any other women. She haunts my dreams, controls my thoughts, and makes all my fantasies come true. She is my goddess, my idol, the seductive siren who enslaves me with the mere sound of her voice. Read more…
- Author name:
- Hollyheels
- Publish date:
- May 23rd, 2013
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MISTRESS MARQUESA’S DISCLAIMER
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTIONAL FANTASIES. THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS IT DESCRIBES ARE NOT TO BE THOUGHT OF AS REFLECTING REALITY IN ANY WAY. AMONG OTHER THINGS, IT CONTAINS SCENES OF HARDCORE FEMINIZATION, TORTURE, DRUGGING SOMEONE, AND TRANSFORMING A MAN INTO A SHEMALE WITHOUT HIS CONSENT. IF you ENJOY OR ARE NOT OFFENDED BY READING SUCH A FANTASY, THIS STORY MAY BE FOR YOU. I HAVE NEVER AND WILL NEVER APPROVE OF OR ENGAGE IN ANY ILLEGAL, UNETHICAL, OR NONCONSENSUAL ACT(S) OF ANY KIND.
Fully Demoted, Teased & Trained at “Fashion Control Techniques Inc.”
pussy girl reflected upon the chain of events that led to her reassignment…..
after all… just a few weeks earlier (s)he was the Advertising department manager for “Fashion Control Techniques Inc.” Panty Whip, Tease, & Train line of products for aspiring business ladies in control of their future. Ironically, he worked too diligently to get the promotion while overworking, belittling, and undermining the ambitions of his staff to achieve self rewarding goals.. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 20th, 2013
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They had been friends for a short time him and her. They had a shared interest in Film Noir. She loved the plots, the background music and the hidden air of foreboding. He loved the immaculately clad elegant ladies. He continued to find them calming yet somehow endearingly sinister. But what he most loved were films of powerful women subduing men–especially through sleep induction and hypnosis.
One night he confessed this to her. She said that there may be something of interest to him at her friends house. That’s where they were now, a huge rambling building full of dark little rooms. The biggest one was near the front. In this room was a huge collection of DVD’s. “My friend made all these from archive footage that most people have never seen” she said searching one out. “Sit for a moment, I think you’ll enjoy this” He sat on a large couch with silver satin cushions at each end. He felt a little tired and yawned, she smiled and said “Careful now, you don’t want this to put you to sleep do you?” she said sliding a video into the DVD player and then sitting beside him as it began. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 20th, 2013
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He hated her ever since college. He first saw this looker at the reunion as she made her grand entrance entrancing him with every step she made crushing his heart in her wake. It was like being imprisoned in an unbreakable infinite loop of reliving his most painfully humiliating moments all at her damnably still perfectly manicured hands. He’d hoped all his deep feelings only for her alone had been crucified and slain and entombed everlastingly by his career successes and financial rewards. With nothing save her infernal appearance at the event, this voluptuous, [and probably still as vicious] vampiric virago of a sirenic she devil had cast her witcheries on him again. Simply his glimpses of her attractiveness as this sex goddess-looking, Junoesque social butterfly started flitting about the banquet hall like the high arch-queen bee of the May were enough. And all he did from time to time was crane his neck and perk up his ears to pick out her unmistakably sensuous voice as she chatted up to ecstasies those lucky people she wanted to be with. Even for the most infinitesimally minuscule instant in timelessness why couldn’t her eternal lovebird brainwashed by her beauty be one of this lusciously lovely, leggy leviathan of a dragon lady’s favourites? Consciously knowing he was so close and yet so far from his treasured torturer was All it took to ensure all those conflicting thoughts, emotions, and desires ruthless resurrection to immortality with a vengeance. Read more…
