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Gentle Persuasion

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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…

“Mesmer-man management”

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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…

The Geek

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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…

MESMASSURANCE

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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…

Lingerie Lullaby

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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…

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