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DESPERATION Part #2

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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…

LADY KRYSTAL’S GUEST HOUSE

He was exhausted from so much walking, the tourist center people had taken his details and booked him into a little guest house.

He was a little worried because he had stayed at guest houses before in England and found those who offered “A peaceful stay in our family home” to be utter control freaks, wanting to know everything about their “Guest” (Really victim) and acting like the person filling their pockets by paying for this “Nosey parker” torture,
probably undeclared as taxable income-was some kind of alien. The images from the British comedy “League of Gentleman” of the “Local Shop” proprietress came to mind “Don’t touch the pretty things” when the “Pretty things” in question were usually bought cheaply from some dreadful second hand store. The woodworm ridden “Tastefully polished teak desk” was probably some worm ravaged veneered pinewood nightmare bought from some dump with a name like “Reminisces” for five English pounds. Read more…

Gravekeeper

 

Dante yawned, leaning against one of the gravestones in the wide expanse of grass, the small monoliths jutting out from the ground like small trees. He twiddled his thumbs and thought for the hundredth time why on Earth he had accepted this job. Grave keeper mostly gave someone a mental image of a creepy old man who often says things like, “this way, my pretties” or “I’ve got a bone to pick with you” to anyone who wanders by. Instead, Dante was the kind of person who, when seeing some innocent teenagers walking near the graveyard, would either completely ignore them and try to look busy…keeping grave, or whatever. Alternatively, if one of them happened to be female and attractive, he would keep his head down so that his long hair fell over his eyes, making it seem like he can’t see, and watch their wonderful, jiggling chest as they came, and gaze spellbound at their swaying, undulating asses as they went. He shivered with the memories, his cock throbbing unconsciously, his body warming up as thoughts of the various beauties paraded through his mind. A tendril of drool decided upon a small journey, ignored by the rest of the body, which had suddenly started thinking with its cock, not its brain. Read more…

Dr. Setadiva’s Secret Casebook (A FANTASY ONLY)

DAY ONE

Decided to start my diary. I am Dr. Setadiva–Italian by birth, but now based in England. I am a neuroscientist specialising in sleep disorders. I run a special clinic for mainly female patients who have trouble sleeping. I use a combination of re-normalisation into a bedtime routine plus a little hypnosis.

The hypnosis fascinates me and my nurse assistant, Miss Soiedorm. But I have an extra curricular slant. Whilst I must be totally professional with my patients, their partners are a different matter. And here reposes my biggest idiosyncrasy, my “Fetish”. I love lulling males to sleeep. I adore watching their naturally assumed power crumble as their eyes hover between consciousness and the submissive dreamland that I bring them. For every lady on my three-day course with a partner, I ensure that I entice the partner into my veritable Venus flytrap of narcotic, nocturnal nectar. I simply hypnotize their hapless husbands until they react to my soporific commands without question. I am strict but soothing , calm but carnally craving, watching their eyes flutter closed and their manhood arise under my silken spell. Read more…

CRYSTALBREAST

 

He always stayed at this intimate hotel after a mountain walk. Not only was it comfortable and thankfully anonymous, the lady hotel owner at the reception counter fascinated him. She always wore a soft satin top with a crystalline clasp at the centre. He always found it hard to look away from her breasts when checking in.

 

One day he arrived exhausted but knowing that he would not be able to sleep. He wanted dearly to sleep this night, but a cocktail of work issues and personal issues seemed to drive Morpheus from his side. Read more…

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