Lydia Mesmer the other Woman in Green

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…

Lingerie Lullaby

 

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…

Dr. Victoria Dominique (Part One)

 

It was a short six years ago that the Beautiful Dominant Mistress Marquesa de Sade was doing volunteer service at a Shelter for Battered Women not far from her home in Marina Del Rey, on the west side of Los Angeles. Suddenly a sobbing and obviously beaten and battered young lady crawled into the shelter. The girl was an extremely attractive 23 year-old, literally bursting out with an abundance of natural sexual beauty. She had been married just a little under a year to a very handsome and buff body builder named carlos.

Her name was Victoria Martinique and her husband, as it turned out, was an especially egotistical bastard who had been spoiled rotten by his mother and by other women nearly all his life. he was a bully whose natural selfishness had never been corrected in his childhood and early manhood. But since he had ventured out into the real world some three years earlier, he had become filled up to his ears with frustrations when he found that people no longer kowtowed to his every whim and ambition. During this time he developed a very mean streak of jealously regarding all of his possessions- which, in his mind, included his young wife – that was a classic case of paranoia. Read more…

Dick Speak

 

Global warming or simply the wrath of God has visited on our city an unprecedented attack of pollen. Causing no end of
arthritis, sneezing, asthma, weird fatigue– you name it— every auto-immune disease any doctor every invented. I have been immobilized by asthma and bad joints— not just me, but a good number of my friends. Each with another description of what’s wrong with them because of the miserable weather. Some don’t know it’s weather, but think they’re depressed and go to a doctor to get pills. Others think the problem is in their lover or their boss or their teenage kid and treat him or her like shit. Other people think they’ve suddenly lost the will to live and are basically bad, undisciplined people. But in every case it is just the weather and the pollen. Read more…

DESPERATION Part #2

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

Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the enticing, enigmatic, entrancing, energetic, and ensorcelling 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.

PREVIOUSLY —–

… In the end he was resigned to the doom he had only one open option. he wrote down an answer, entrusted it to HER electronic mailbox, and pleaded with The Great Goddess Above that She Whom he could not see would grant him grace from THE GREAT GODDESS MARQUESA WHOM he had certainly seen and WHOM he now loved? It was even harder than his penis for him to know which made him more anxious. First, trying to correctly craft and communicate a concise and courteous answer to HER letter. Or subsequently awaiting with bated breath for this breathtaking blonde’s reply. MISTRESS MARQUESA’s responsive message came sooner than he had expected yet too soon for him to ameliorate any of his anticipatory agitation. Thereafter in their technological tête-à-tête a time and date for their encounter was established.

—– end of part #1 —–

—– PART #2 —– Read more…

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