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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…
Note to the reader: This story is based on actual events.
I noticed her as soon as she walked in the pub, and I wasn’t alone. Curly blond locks falling around graceful shoulders. An hourglass figure so sexy it seems unreal. Legs… her legs… even now words fail me. She wore a short black dress that accentuated every thrilling curve of her body. Her eyes are a green hue so uncanny they must be enchanted. One look at her made me dizzy from how hot I became, and how fast. 
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. 
“I want to p-purchase a Valentine’s Day g-gift certificate for one of your customers,” the man on the other end of the phone said. It was my first day of work at the Cupid Salon. The shop was busy and the boss had barked at me to answer the phone. Something about the man’s voice gave me the chills. He spoke as if he was in a trance. A trance of love. No…..worship. 
