It was not as if She was looking at him but She was looking into him! he tried to avert his gaze, thinking that if he could just avoid making direct eye contact with Her, he could avoid the helpless feeling washing over his mind. But, he found he couldn’t. Knowing himself, he knew all his will to resist Her was draining from his body. Only minutes before he felt he was in control, but now as She spoke, his insolence was gone. his chauvinistic attitude had deserted him. It was as if She spoke with Her eyes as well as Her voice. Her voice of honey and silk was the only thing he could hear. he could see nothing but the deepest, most intense, most compelling, flashing emerald green eyes in the world. Her eyes! Read more…
Tag: Legs
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
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Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the lovely, loving, lovable, leggy, luxurious, lusty, lustful, and ratiocinative GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read: by any minor; by any individual(s) ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally for any reason(s) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; by any person(s) uncomfortable with the subject of mind-control (in any of its forms) or the topic of feminine influence/control/domination/power/superiority/supremacy or both.
Only someone who has never had to run a business would be ignorant enough or stupid enough to believe it is a piece of cake to do so. Anyone who declares it is easy to attain and/or maintain success or prosperity or both is either a prevaricator or a jackanapes. Branston Bingumton, who was the founder, CEO, and CFO of his own outrageously booming conglomerate, knew both of these things to be true. He had the battle scars of high blood pressure, indigestion, insomnia, ulcers, and stress-engendered pulmonary difficulties to prove it. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
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He had done it as his dare in a contest with work colleagues. He applied to Venus Vixenia “The Silken Sorceress of Submission” for a session. The application didn’t take much time or effort to fill out. He was surprised at how easy the whole process was. To prove he’d done it, he had to provide one photo for his friends of him being “Dominated”.
Outwardly he was a shallow, cynical person–a bit of a sneery type. But deep within, he craved to be controlled and nurtured. He was particularly attracted by This Lady’s statement that She loved to control Her “Subbies” using satin. “Soft and strong and Feminine” was Her banner. Read more…
- Author name:
- samantha
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
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Samantha eyed her prey across the room. The new boy at work seemed just the right man for her. He was
polite, well-dressed, good looking, and seemed eager to please the boss. Would he be equally eager to please her? He would be soon, if she had her way. Her friend Penny commented on him.
“Keep your hands off him, I saw him first.’ Samantha said. She knew that Penny would not dare cross her. Although they were in theory equals at work, in fact Penny had grown to rely very much on Samantha for advice. She admired Samantha´s good looks, and wanted to be like her. She had fallen into the routine of allowing Samantha to make decisions for her and letting her boss her about. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 6th, 2013
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matt was sleeping alone in his vacation cabin in the mountains. He and his wife had gotten into a horrible fight and he stormed out of the house. He was still angry! She wanted to share the financial duties in the household without his okay to make investment decisions, of all things . . . she was a woman! . . . what did she know about such things! But that was not how it was supposed to work. At least that was not the way it had worked when he was growing up. His dad made all those kind of decisions, and his mom never complained. Read more…
