Tag: Obedience

Mona Lisa Smile

It all started because of a bad review. An influential local blogger had panned my gallery exhibition the day after it opened. “Ivan Griel’s paintings lack depth and vibrancy,” the post began, and went downhill from there. It was the first time anyone had said or written anything so negative about my work, and it flummoxed me. Read more…

The Grace of the Witch

by not so wiley coyote

D.H. Lawrence claimed the novel was the greatest invention since the telescope because it wouldn’t let you tell lies and put them over. To get you to believe what happened in Florida may take a novel. I’m having some problems believing some of it myself. Read more…

Mistress Lana — Part III

Goddess Lana had been in charge of the   Martin household  for nearly six months.  The gorgeous , young, blond simply loved the newly discovered power that  allowed her to control the men who lived there.  Both Dan , the father, and Danny Jr. , the son, had fallen under her mesmerizing , erotic spell, which  she wielded, after Dans , she had utilized her spare time learning more and more about mesmerism and mind control, using each newly discovered method to drive both her house slaves deeper and deeper under her mesmeric control. Neither was able to resist any of her Read more…

Pandora

A story inspired by Goddess Marquesa

 

 

 

 

The package arrived at my office wrapped in plain brown paper and addressed to “Dr. Fletcher, PsyD MD.” Inside was a wooden box, stained a light red-ochre color, with the name “Pandora” painted on the cover in gold leaf. It was accompanied by a note in a round feminine hand: Read more…

The Marquesa Triangle

           “Goddess be praised, he’s alive,” a strange man’s voice declared as strong hands fished Edward out of the churning surf.

Edward hung limp as his body was dragged up the beach. The feeling of being on solid ground was strange. He had been airborne, shaken by a storm like a maraca in the fist of a mad dancer. After his plane ditched in the ocean and he swam free of the cabin, he had bobbed for hours like a cork tossed by crashing waves. A world that was suddenly not in constant motion in all three dimensions was now as jarring as it was pleasant. Read more…

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