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This story is dedicated to the delicious, delightful, devilish, debauched 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.

Once upon a time there was an ogre. He was the most remarkable member of his people. In many ways this ogre was quite different from all his kin. There are those ogres who are known far and wide for their hugely humongous height and stupendously stupefying size. This was the smallest and shortest adult ogre ever to exist. Some ogres were incredibly strong. He was almost weaker than a newborn bunny. Other ogres possessed awesome magical powers. This ogre had no such astounding abilities. There were ogres whose fierceness terrified all but the bravest of all other beings. The principal ogre in this story was as meek and mild-mannered as could ever be. Read more…