“MADAME MARLA’S LINGERIE STORE” said the large illuminated sign hanging over the store front. Brett thought this was worth a look. He liked lingerie on his girlfriend, so why not? He liked to buy her new things to wear every so often to turn him on. And she was only too happy to oblige! This was a new store to him and he hoped to find lots of new tantalizing, and if he was really lucky tasty, treasures there! Read more…
Tag: Transformation
- Author name:
- Aladys Toy
- Publish date:
- July 23rd, 2013
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Of all the things I thought would wake me Monday morning, having Mistress Marquesa calling me ten minutes before my alarm went off and telling me “Be here early Friday night… I want your cock” wasn’t one of them.
I was utterly stunned and I vaguely recall answering “Yes Mistress” to Her. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 7th, 2013
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This was written by one of my loyal slaves. I believe he speaks eloquently of my wishes and desires, and I command you to listen well and contemplate these truths ~ MM
You who already know deep down inside that we are inferior to the female but have not yet expressed your feelings and beliefs to a superior dominant Female need to know the following. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 7th, 2013
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It was early spring when Marquesa decided to take a little vacation. Her loyal servants were properly notified of Her absence, for She was a benevolent Mistress. A few newer, benighted minions were given special assignments to assist in their training. Now that everything was in order, the Marquesa had but one more task: to double-check her day-timer. Only one more client; someone new, who had asked for Her assistance as a professional, therapeutic hypnotherapist. Read more…
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- July 2nd, 2013
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
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…
