Tag: Obedience

MADAME MAGDA RETURNS!

Detective Jason Mansfield looked into the dark, penetrating smoldering eyes and could focus only on them and the startlingly beautiful face behind them. He was standing in front of Madame Magda as She focused Her captivating, hypnotic stare on the helpless, totally captivated policeman.

“You will do everything that I command, will you not?” She softly inquired. Read more…

Long Distance Control

“Reserve two separate rooms at the Palmer House for next Saturday and Sunday, Dear One,” said Mistress Sasha. She was speaking to an admiring male who lived near Chicago. “I will see what I can do to satisfy your fantasy — because it will amuse Me to control two men by long distance.”  She promised to call right back. Read more…

Lana… from babysitter to… Mistress

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! Read more…

The Journey

 

I had decided that I would schedule my upcoming trip to Asia on an airline that didn’t have an American flag painted on the side of the plane—what with all the terrorist attacks and other crap going on. In fact, I booked my flight on an Asian airline that I knew almost nothing about.

When I arrived at LAX I was pleasantly surprised to see a shiny new Boeing B-747-400 — the kind with the first class seats all located in that upper-deck “bubble.” As I climbed the stairs I saw that I was the only person booked into first class and I settled into my seat. I decided to sit in the seat opposite the jump seat that the flight attendant sits in for takeoffs and landings and when she sat down for the takeoff I was very, very happy I had chosen this airline and this seat! “Oh my god! . . . Wow! . . . This could be the most memorable flight of my poor, sex-starved life . . . just for the takeoff alone!” I thought to myself. Read more…

The Vicar

I was delighted to get a call from my brother. Well to be accurate he is my non-identical twin. When we were growing up together we were inseparable. As teenagers we began to grow apart somewhat. He was stockier than me and excelled at Rugby, while I preferred Football, or what our American friends would call Soccer. We were both a bit too old to play, but usually we would spend the weekends in front of the TV watching our respective sports. It was summer now. The football and rugby union season were over for another year. We would usually meet up in the summer, and regress back to our student days when we used to drink vast quantities of booze and smoke an unhealthy number of cigarettes. Read more…

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