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A Comment from Marquesa:
“The following story includes a method of subjugation that I, personally and professionally, find unethical and unnecessary.
That being the administration of hypnotically active drugs to dominate and control an “unwary victim.”
However: What you are about to read is the product of the author’s mind and is integral to the plot of the author’s fictional story.
I have done nothing to alter the story, in that respect.”
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The drive home was, as it always is, boring. I drive fifteen miles to work, then fifteen miles home, day in and day out. Normally my mind is on autopilot while the car drives itself. This night was different, however. Friday night, I had just sent my wife and son on a two week visit to her sister’s house. So now I had no reason to hurry home. Read more…
The Mistress walked into the brokerage firm with the intention of investing some spare cash in a stock she had heard about. Actually, a slave had blurted out the “inside” information about the firm he owned, revealing that the company earnings would far exceed market estimates. This would cause the value per share to skyrocket, he had told her. 
INTRO: As one of the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa’s most favored slaves – so I’m told, and of course I pray that it is really true – I am privileged that I am allowed to perform many tasks in accordance with Her strict orders.
I was woken by the soft touch of a gentle foot against the back of my neck. My first sensation was of being completely drained. I could remember nothing about the night before except the feeling of ecstasy. I had cum repeatedly, gasping and screaming, spilling what seemed like impossible buckets of semen. 
Matthew has only had three women in his life.
