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Now I am standing over Bradford. In the depths of his eyes I can see his unbridled hunger for Me. I allow My thick, lustrous, jet black hair to cascade to its full length. His unwavering eyes, greedy to be engrossed in Gargantuan gluttony of My gorgeousness, show forth his appreciation of this spectacle. Little does he know of the tremendous tortures awaiting him and the plenteous pleasures I have in store for his immediate subjugation, our mutual amusement, and My long overdue coronation in and dominion over his heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body. Read more…
Lana was sitting in a chair reading New Reality, surrounded by dozens of back issues of the paper and various magazines including, of course, Whips & Chains. All revolved around the same subjects: Dominant Females! Erotic Hypnosis! Goddesses! Mistresses! Female Domination stories! Cross Dressing! Infantilism! And Her personal favorite: obedient pliable males! 
