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Krystal Valentine

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February 11th, 2020
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“What is this?” I asked, sipping the scotch my date had just poured me as I perused the décor of her condo.

“That is where I display my special slaves,” she said from across the parlor, as she finished pouring a drink for herself.

Up until that point it had been a very good date, which for me is saying something. A man does not get to my age as a bachelor without racking up a lot of dating experience, and I had not been so turned on by someone I had just met for a very long time. The mention of “slaves” was the first warning sign I had encountered, and it made me turn, just to make sure I had heard her right. Doing so gave me another look at her gorgeous legs and shapely ass, as she faced away toward a sideboard that held her liquor and glassware. Read more…

The Shoplifter

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July 9th, 2013
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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…

Secretariat

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July 8th, 2013
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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…

The Pilgrimage

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July 6th, 2013
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It s difficult to describe how excited mike felt each time he got just a block from Mistress Marquesa\’s home. As instructed, he always called Her on his cell phone from the airport as soon as he got off the plane and barked into it. It was a quick phone call he identified himself with the bark and She instructed him he had just 20 minutes to call Her from the pay phone near Her home.

As he left the terminal he told himself, like so many times before, that this was the last time. he would go through with it this time because he was already here but never again. No matter how many times he served at the beautiful, sexy, regal feet of Mistress Marquesa he never got used to it. he always felt an indescribable mix of anxiety, fear, nervousness, guilt, butterflies, but most prominently, excitement . . . most certainly, excitement where it counts most! Read more…

Midnight Moon

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June 26th, 2013
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James grinned up at the sky. Another day on the night shift in the harbor, and he was starting to enjoy it. He marveled at how many women left their lights on and curtains open at night while preparing for bed, and he had decided that his pair of binoculars was a very good investment. There was one little number who lived in a rather secluded building fairly far away from the harbor who he particularly liked. Long, brown hair, full, gorgeous breasts, and, from what he could tell, a knockout ass. He was leaning back in his chair and nonchalantly reaching for his binoculars, fantasizing about her, when all of a sudden, a low, sultry voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Hope you’re enjoying yourself, boy.” The voice came from right behind him. Read more…

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