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The Contest

            “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…

A Witch’s Tale

 

It had been a long meeting.  Jerry had been negotiating all day with Justin Perez, the owner of a small machine tool plant in East Los Angeles.  Things were not going well.  Perez seemed to think that his building was made of gold – not bricks and mortar.  And, that his customer list was filled with the CEOs of the Fortune 500.

True enough, it was a well-run little plant – clean and profitable – but nobody could resist for long when his company, Jerrico, put on the pressure.  Perez had tried to be friendly but that didn’t matter to Jerry.  Jerry had bought and sold dozens of little companies like this in the past and he didn’t want any new friends – he just wanted to make money. Read more…

WHAT A RIDE Part 2

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NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE: ALTERED; COPIED; EXCERPTED; REPRODUCED; STORED IN ANY TYPE OF INFORMATION STORAGE AND/OR RETRIEVAL SYSTEM; TRANSMITTED; OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY MEANS SUCH AS DESKTOP PUBLISHING, ELECTRONIC, MECHANICAL, PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING, OR ANY OTHER METHOD NOT EXPLICITLY STATED IN THIS DISCLAIMER WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This story is dedicated to the devastating, delightful, delicious, developed, delectable, devilish, dominating 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.

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WATCH

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NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE: ALTERED; COPIED; EXCERPTED; REPRODUCED; STORED IN ANY TYPE OF INFORMATION STORAGE AND/OR RETRIEVAL SYSTEM; TRANSMITTED; OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY MEANS SUCH AS DESKTOP PUBLISHING, ELECTRONIC, MECHANICAL, PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING, OR ANY OTHER METHOD NOT EXPLICITLY STATED IN THIS DISCLAIMER WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This story 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.

 

From the moment you saw it, you knew that WATCH was meant to be all yours. You’ve never felt so absolutely certain about anything. Everything in your heart and soul and gut insistently screamed that WATCH must only belong to you alone. Only you should have it. Read more…

The Case of the Highly Trained Masturbator

One hand was clutching my pen, and the other was down inside my trousers.  i was determined to carry out my assigned task and write a fantasy story.  Being a highly trained masturbator, but not an experienced writer, i was struggling to focus.

              Mistress Monique summoned Her lowly live-in slave, roy, to Her lofty chambers.  As She sat in all Her regal magnificence, on Her vanity stool, applying Her special beauty secrets, She saw the reflection of the wimpy worm, kneeling behind Her, looking apologetic.  he was empty handed, and Monique merely screamed “get out, you stupid shit, and bring Me My coffee!!”  roy scrambled away and returned, deathly afraid, yet excited by the terror, the suspense, the power She imposed upon him.  Depending on Her mood, his day might be heaven, or hell, and he was utterly powerless!   his only hope being to please Her with total submission. Read more…

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