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Going Down

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            As soon as she walked onto the elevator, Phil became fidgety. He was sharply dressed, with his work suit and leather briefcase, but she was disconcertingly beautiful: the picture of an Amazon queen. Golden ringlets framed a face that was kind and open, but her eyes…they were such a rare shade of jade green, and flashed with such intensity, that her gaze was hard to meet. She wore a short, low-cut floral print dress well suited to the warm weather, and Phil had to struggle to keep from leering at her breasts and nylon-sheathed legs.

            She smiled at him. He tried to voice some sort of greeting, but could only make his lips move to frame some dry rasping noises from his throat. Nodding as if they both understood his meaning, he looked down at his feet, resigned to riding to the lobby in abashed silence. Read more…

The Contest

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August 19th, 2013
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            “Well, we have something interesting today for you folks,” promised Bob Thatcher, the host of “Morning Live with Bob.” Each hair was meticulously in place as usual, his impossibly white teeth beaming forth from his hyper-caffeinated grin.

            “Do you believe in hypnosis? Well our next two guests sure do. We have invited two local professional hypnotists to our studio to have a kind of ‘trance off.’ We are going to try something a little different this morning, though. Instead of asking our contestants to hypnotize me or one of you out in our audience, we will be asking them to work their craft on one-another.” Read more…

VICTORIOUS . . . Part 2

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July 28th, 2013
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… as Part 1 ended …
“Bring this troublesome man to ME,” MARQUESA DE SADE commanded. The final details were ironed out and the call was concluded.

and Part 2 begins …

During MAGNIFICENT, MERCILESS GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE’S conversation with the humble pie-eating High Arch-Queen of the May (who only recently also had taken up the fine and necessary art of breakfasting, lunching, dining, and snacking upon ‘Corvus brachyrhynchos’ or ‘C. corone’) from time to time SHE glanced over at the slave whose mundane, minutely minuscule, mere male, mindless mentality SHE had been terrorizing and toying with. On a couple of occasions SHE spied a self-confident smile fleeting across his face. “Now he has evidence that his deduction was correct. So, he seems to be so satisfied with himself. he probably fancies himself to be an anakim-sized-in-ability angakok of the walk,” SHE mused. MAGICAL MISTRESS MARQUESA determined SHE would have none of this. It was HER right, HER duty, HER honor, HER prerogative, and HER pleasure to put the brakes and kibosh on, call a halt to, ring the chimes of, ring down the curtain upon, and put a stop to this runaway express train of infernal and infantile insanity in its tracks right now! Read more…

VICTORIOUS

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NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE ALTERED, COPIED, STORED, TRANSMITTED, OR USED WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the indomitable, indecipherable, and indefatigable GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read by any minor. Nor should it be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally (for any other reason(s)) prohibited or proscribed from doing so. Neither should it be read by any individual who is, to any degree, fearful of or uncomfortable with the subject of female supremacy or the topic of mind control (in any of its genres) or both.

In the challenging cosmos of competition, a competitor frequently feels compelled to raise said combatant’s level of competitiveness when the aforementioned challenger is competing against the reigning champion. It is even so in the erotic world of professional domination. In fictional stories set in the Old West of the United States, irrespective of the tale’s medium of communication, a gunfighter often seeks to make his or her reputation by calling out the current fastest gun alive. So it is in the realm of those who earn the upper crust of the daily bread all humans seek to possess by sensually stimulating and subsequently bending others to their wily and willful wills. Read more…

A Change on a Friday Night in Vegas

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July 28th, 2013
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There are no side streets in Las Vegas but Scott turned a corner and there seemed to be less neon and blinking lights. He spied an entrance with a simple painted sign that said “The Marquesa’s Crystal Palace.” And displayed on boards on either side of the entrance were photos of some very beautiful women …

Scott was what you would call a hell raiser. A hard drinker, he often got into fights when he was drunk and won most of them. He also liked to push women around after he had had a drink or two . . . and tonight, he felt like a drink or two ….

Once inside Scott took a seat at a table and looked quickly at the menu placed there, hardly noticing the imprint: “The Crystal Palace, A MarquesaCo Enterprise.”

…. of course even if he had noticed he wouldn’t have known what it meant anyway. Read more…

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