Dr. Marlina Montefiore was a gorgeous, fabulously sexy, dominant and commanding woman. She had not always lived those last two traits, however. She sat in a large leather chair in Her opulent office as She contemplated all that had transpired in the last few months . . . all the changes. Her mind raced back to the argument She had with Her husband who had recently been hired as a press assistant to a conservative candidate for the U.S. House of Representatives. Read more…
chapter 7.
Miasmo had laid her plan out in the minds of her enslaved female bodybuilders. They had been conditioned to perfection and now it was time to prepare for the delivery man’s entrapment.
The intended victim was in fact 22 years old, a wiry and lean built young man. Although he did possess a big cock as Miasmo had noticed when she caught him eyeing her up as she put on her long, leather gloves early one morning as she was leaving for an appointment. Miasmo had thought to herself that the prospective boy toy would make an excellent addition to her stable of willing slaves. She also had an evil idea that his effeminate features would lend themselves to her plans to feminise him and convert him into a maid for her mansion and all it’s occupants to enjoy. Read more…
Chapter 5
Several weeks had passed in the Miasmo mansion. She had trained and overseen Leila’s new fitness program. Her bodybuilder’s body was now even more muscular and sculptured to Miasmo’s tastes with hypnotic techniques and body enhancing drugs employed to further these ends. Miasmo’s two new girl slaves had been kitted out with erotic French maid’s uniforms. The slave boys had been trained to cum on command or to be in hours of orgasmic denial, yet forced to watch Leila perform in lesbian trysts with either or both of the two maids. Read more…
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Chapter 1
The last train home was about to leave on this warm summer’s evening. Miasmo slowly moved down the corridor of the carriage looking for a suitable seat. She came across a compartment with only a young man of about 19 or at most in his early 20’s seated in the corner by the window. “Ideal,” she thought to herself! The young man looked across shyly at his new travelling companion. She looked quite mature, but nevertheless still a stunningly beautiful, impressive woman of forty-one. Read more…
Why didn’t I want to stop Sumurumus Jacobson from doing whatever witch’s trickery She was up to and casting her spell, or whatever the hell it was, upon me? Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m no Hugh Hefner or Wilt the Stilt Chamberlain. I am also not some Puritanically prudish yokel who fell off the turnip truck before it even arrived at the sticks whose residents considered the heart of Amish country more sinful than Sodom and Gomorrah, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Hollywood, Chicago during prohibition, and Paris all rolled up into one hideously depraved den of decadent debauchery. Why did the idea of being my mother-in-law’s mind slave and sex toy make my heart pound and my cock throb more than all of the erotic experiences I’d ever had all put together? I felt more relaxed than I’d ever been in my whole life. I was more nervous than a sentient turkey living in the United States in early November. Yet, all these conflicting or contradictory or paradoxical thoughts, desires, and emotions seemed to make perfect sense as I gazed into those eyes and was being lulled into some kind of waking sleepiness by that voice of hers now ringing in my brain and echoing inside my mind. I hung on each syllable of her every word. My wife’s stepmother, Sumurumus Jacobson, varied her cadence, changed her pitch, and employed different volume levels. There was no possible way for me to correctly anticipate what She would say next or how she would next say it. All I could do was follow where She led and float along whence She carried me. Read more…
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