“What had She done with me?” The thought continued to pound through my head like African drums as I watched the floors drift so painfully slowly by. The elevator seemed to move even more slowly as my frenzied impatience grew. The pointed edges of the crystal became the furious, razor-sharp fingernails of a tortured demon as I clutched it in my fist. I bared my teeth in defiant rage, as the happy ring of the elevator seemed to announce the arrival of another guest to hell. Read more…
Tag: Crystal
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 24th, 2013
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Sam smiled as I slid the ten-dollar bill into his tip cup. I sat at the bar, and nursed my drink, looking around. An average looking redhead came in, and sat at the end of the bar. When she looked at me, I knew instantly what sort of woman she was. I’d seen many like her, coming in here with hopes of leaving on the arm of a future husband. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- July 16th, 2013
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Mistress Marquesa had jumped at the chance to judge the contestants in “Strictly come Trancing.” She was briefed that the show would be about hypnotists competing to help couples solve their relationship problems.
When She actually got onto the set, She felt like taking Her wicked, jet black stilettos and exercising Her luxuriously long and lusciously shapely, irresistibly well-toned and truly hypnotic legs by as painfully for them as possible drop kicking into everlasting damnations everyone responsible for this travesty, sham, and mockery masquerading as entertainment designed to help people in need. She also reproved Herself for not investigating this affair as much as She could and should have. In Her self-evaluation, being exceptionally busy was no excuse for not doing all Her homework. Read more…
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- May 20th, 2013
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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…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 17th, 2013
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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…