Tag: Control

Krystal’s Belly Dancer Spell

I felt like I have been really grinding through the last couple of weeks. Have always tried to keep my highs not too high or my lows too low.

It’s Saturday night after working 6 days in a row and knowing the same schedule awaits next week…I already know before putting the process in motion that included a trip to the gym to sweat out last week’s frustrations and Friday nights cocktails., what would put myself back in balance.

Went online to check the entertainment schedule at various restaurants and clubs and finally saw what I was looking for, Rachel was dancing at the Sahara restaurant the same place I had the most amazing night of my life. Read more…

The Lust Boat

The passengers lined up at the gangplank gawked, the anticipation of boarding a luxury cruise ship momentarily forgotten in the shock of an uncanny spectacle. The sight of a grown man, on his knees, bawling like a toddler, was titillating and disorienting all at once. Almost as unnerving as the man’s hysterics was the blithe indifference of the woman he had accosted. Read more…

The Tantalus Gambit

From Goddess Marquesa:   My absolute favorite story!  A wicked and wonderful tale illustrating and illuminating, expressing and narrating the power of My TRANCE! 😉

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Taking Liberty

“Dear God in Heaven.”

Those words went spontaneously through my mind as I walked into the copy room. She was bending over a box of letter-size reams, so that her short, tight dress rode up her thighs and exposed the garters holding up her stockings. The supple curves of her ass and the contours of her legs made my heart skip several beats.

“Mr. Fredericks,” she said, straightening with a stack of paper clasped in both hands. “Put this into Tray 1 for me.” She handed me the white sheets and breezed by me toward the door, not pausing to see if I would accede to her command. Read more…

Knockout

“This is a bat-shit crazy idea,” Bob yelled. I thought so too, but I didn’t say so with Morty standing there.

“That’s what makes it genius,” Morty, my manager, shot back, adjusting his tie. The voices echoed through the auditorium of the Dewdrop Casino in Las Vegas, where we had come to scout the prospects for this weird exhibition. “This match will be broadcast live on cable television, right before the title fight. The purse will be fat, and the publicity we get will put Benny’s name out there. This is what will get him a title shot of his own.”

“Bullshit,” spat Bob. “Who’s gonna want to see him after he hits a girl on TV?” Read more…

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