I am a very bad man, thus in a sense none of this should have come as a surprise. When one makes a “living” out of killing, karma is bound to catch up eventually. Even so, if you had given me a thousand chances to guess how it would all end, I would never have landed on this.
When I learned that my target was a “Goddess” I actually laughed. That was how far gone I was. Murdering a divinity seemed like kicks. Something new for the scrapbook. Read more…
Tag: Silk Nightgown
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 17th, 2013
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DAY ONE
Decided to start my diary. I am Dr. Setadiva–Italian by birth, but now based in England. I am a neuroscientist specialising in sleep disorders. I run a special clinic for mainly female patients who have trouble sleeping. I use a combination of re-normalisation into a bedtime routine plus a little hypnosis.
The hypnosis fascinates me and my nurse assistant, Miss Soiedorm. But I have an extra curricular slant. Whilst I must be totally professional with my patients, their partners are a different matter. And here reposes my biggest idiosyncrasy, my “Fetish”. I love lulling males to sleeep. I adore watching their naturally assumed power crumble as their eyes hover between consciousness and the submissive dreamland that I bring them. For every lady on my three-day course with a partner, I ensure that I entice the partner into my veritable Venus flytrap of narcotic, nocturnal nectar. I simply hypnotize their hapless husbands until they react to my soporific commands without question. I am strict but soothing , calm but carnally craving, watching their eyes flutter closed and their manhood arise under my silken spell. Read more…
