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Author's note: This story is dedicated to the enticing, enigmatic,
entrancing, energetic, and ensorcelling 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.
PREVIOUSLY -----
... In the end he was resigned to the doom he had only one open option. he
wrote down an answer, entrusted it to HER electronic mailbox, and pleaded with
The Great Goddess Above that She Whom he could not see would grant him grace
from THE GREAT GODDESS MARQUESA WHOM he had certainly seen and WHOM he now
loved? It was even harder than his penis for him to know which made him more
anxious. First, trying to correctly craft and communicate a concise and
courteous answer to HER letter. Or subsequently awaiting with bated breath
for this breathtaking blonde's reply. MISTRESS MARQUESA's responsive message
came sooner than he had expected yet too soon for him to ameliorate any of his
anticipatory agitation. Thereafter in their technological tête-à-tête a time
and date for their encounter was established.
----- end of part #1 -----
----- PART #2 -----
Though he was in no wise of Hellenic heredity or heritage, baruch bartleby
came bearing a bevy of gifts to his most memorable meeting with MERCILESSLY
MESMERIZING, MESMERISINGLY MERCILESS MISTRESS MARQUESA. THE GREEN-EYED,
MONSTROUSLY MATRIARCHAL, MELLIFLUOUSLY MANIPULATIVE GODDESS gracefully and
graciously gathered in each gift. After appreciatively opening one after
another, SHE made a mental note that HER desire for each present was present
on HER sagaciously salacious, spectacularly sophisticated site's "Gifts"
page.
They chatted for a few moments. Each one closely observed the other. his
enormously exuberant eyes were wide and worshipful. THE MISTRESS's
overpowering orbs of emerald energy inveigled and invaded his inner man.
When the time was right, it was time for HER to spontaneously interrupt
and subtly steer their interactions. "I can not get the story you sent ME out
of MY head. Its affect on ME is unbelievable. your upcoming hypnotically
erotic submission session shall be spectacular beyond belief." As SHE spake
to baruch, THE MISTRESS leaned slightly forward suggestively bringing HER
beautiful, bountiful breasts to bear.
The fidgeting of bartleby's body and his increased respiration revealed
HER actions had activated the appropriate responses. MISTRESS DE SADE
uncrossed HER short skirted, sheer stocking-swathed shapely stems and
subsequently sensuously stroked HER lovely legs with HER HIGHNESS's
fascinatingly feminine fingertips. his erotically ensorcelled eyes never lost
sight of any of HER gestures or movements. As SHE alluringly arose then
smoothly and slowly slithered closer and even closer and even still sooooooo
close and closer to him, MARQUESA spoke once more. "Relaxation is very
important, MY pet. Relaxation is so very potent and important in achieving a
scintillating state of deep, deep hypnotic and erotic sleepiness. your
impending and inevitable hypnotic sleepiness. Hypnotically mesmerising,
soporifically soothing tsunamis of suggestively susceptible and susceptive and
suggestible sleepiness. Yes, softly soothing sleeeeeeepiness as well as sure
and certain submission to ME, MESMERIZINGLY MESMERISING MISTRESS
MARQUESA."
Now SHE stood next to him. Now he knew not what to expect next. Now all
was unfolding exactly according to plan.
Again did MAGICAL MISTRESS MARQUESA manipulate that velvety voice beyond
all human or mortal voices, his mindlessness and manhood to manipulate via
cunningly caressing his entirely engaged ears. "To ascend, achieve, surmount,
and surpass the highest heights of supremely sensual sexual satisfaction, your
body must be entirely and completely relaxed. Yes, completely relaxed and
ready for the profoundly potent, passionate pleasures you are certain and sure
to soon and very soon to celebrate. you must be ready, willing, and able to
totally and absolutely surrender yourself--heart, mind, body, and soul--solely
and selflessly to ME. Yes, entirely and surely surrender the entirety of your
entire essential essence entirely to MAGICALLY MESMERIZING, MERCILESS MISTRESS
MARQUESA. Every wonderful word I say to you is true. Each and every word
which witchingly issues from MY lusciously lustrous, lustrously lustful,
lovely lips is absolutely and entirely and totally true and the total
truth."
Briefly did SHE suspend the sagaciously salacious speaking forth of HER
SCIENTIFIC SORCERESS's spell to evaluate and admire HER hypnotic handiwork.
baruch's breathing had become much slower and deeper. bartleby's captivated
countenance and entranced eyes barely made any volitional movement.
Once again did SHE undertake to take up the charismatically charming
charming of his core and complete consciousness. "The time has come for ME to
even still more deeply relax particular parts of your body. I shall soon
relax various portions of your body in a most wonderfully wicked and wickedly
wonderful way. Whenever I shall touch any part of your body in any way, that
body part will become even more and more relaxed than it has ever been before.
When I touch any of your body parts in any way, that part of your body will
quickly and easily and effortlessly become more and more relaxed than any part
of you has ever been before."
Now did MERCILESS MARQUESA smile ever so sweetly. SHE was sure SHE showed
only a slight smidgen of HER sadistically sinister psyche. Employing HER
hypnotizing hands and HER elegantly manicured feminine fingertips, over a span
of several minutes SHE tantalizingly touched in various ways particular parts
of his head, limbs, and body. If SHE had elected to play connect the dots,
various patterns of sundry sizes could have been drawn. As SHE tactilely
tempted his increasingly sensitive skin, THE MISTRESS witchingly whispered
well-chosen words. HER phrases and words were on the subjects of heightened
sensory sensitivity, irresistibly increasing states of deepened relaxation,
and more sensual subjection. As SHE ever sooooooo softly spake to him, HER
hands and HER fingers were not HER only body parts with which SHE manipulated
his largest organ suited for sensory satisfaction.
When baruch bartleby next came to his regular conscious awareness, he was
entirely nude. This was not his greatest surprise. he was lying supine and
spread-eagled on a luxuriously comfortable and lavishly covered bed. he
looked up into the imperiously imperial, impishly enlarged and enlightened,
emerald eyes of MISCHIEVOUSLY MYSTIFYING, MYSTICALLY MESMERISING MISTRESS
MARQUESA. SHE saw with such satisfaction his surpassing shock with the
discovery of his handcuffed hands and shackled legs.
A multitude of conundrums and questions barraged and bombarded baruch
bartleby's befuddled mind. At last he was able to haltingly ask several of
them. MARQUESA responded by answering him with abject and utter silence.
Now was terror thoroughly combined with his amazed astonishment. Since
SHE said not a word when he had spoken to him, he placed upon his visage the
most pleadingly plaintive expression he could muster. THE GODDESS DE SADE
beheld his countenance, smiled serenely, serpentinely stuck out HER tongue,
and turned away from him with a condescendingly contemptuous wave of HER
delicately lovely sinister hand.
Uncertainty was now a constant cohort of fear and amazement in his heart
and mind. Due to transfixion he continued to fix his gaze upon HER HIGHNESS
THE MISTRESS MARQUESA. While sitting upon a small, swiveling, plushly padded
throne, THE GODDESS drew forth from an ornately crafted tray atop an elevated
vanity a series of precisely prepared products. Each of these was skillfully
and sensually applied upon HER much more than exceedingly attractive
physiognomy. From time to time SHE would move in such a way as to cause some
part(s) of HER beautiful body to be interposed into his line of sight. In
bartleby's opinion, all other girls and women merely put makeup upon their
faces. Now he knew and was certain what he was privileged to espy was
MARQUESA utilizing cosmetics to worshipfully put the finishing touches on the
finely chiseled, feminine features of A SUPREMELY SOVEREIGN SUBJECT neither
the masterpiece(s) nor the body of work of no artist(s) would ever be able to
adequately capture within the crude confines of any previous, present, or
possible artistic medium. Once or twice, SHE temptingly turned HER
SUMPTUOUSLY SINFUL, SINFULLY SUMPTUOUS SELF in the direction of HER highly
daunted, shackled subbie and masterfully made a series of meticulously
mesmerising, manipulative movements with, or in the direction of, HER luridly
and luxuriously luscious legs.
At long last, HER long, slender fingers reached out, retrieved, and raised
ever so very slowly a long, slender tube of HER favourite lipstick. As baruch
beheld what SHE seamlessly did with that tube's creamy and colorful contents,
the joyous jubilation and leering lust he fervently felt arose and rose higher
and even higher and even higher still more and more. These two feelings were
paradoxical to his previous thoughts and emotions. This did not preclude them
from conspicuously coming into existence. Nor did their presence assuage any
of his other earlier emotions. What was left of his MISTRESS
MARQUESA-manipulated mindlessly mindless mindlessness realized THIS BRILLIANT,
BUXOM BLONDE BOMBSHELL was bewitchingly bringing to bear and bringing to life
beguilingly bedeviling bits and pieces of the story he had sent HER.
Gingerly grasping the tube of glistening lipstick and its concomitant cap,
THE GREEN-EYED GODDESS gracefully got up from HER throne. Sensuously swinging
HER hips with such salaciously suggestive sinuousness, did SHE, THIS STUNNING
STALKER, slither slowly and slyly across the expanse betwixt them. At long
last standing and swaying over him in HER open-toed, sinister,
stiletto-heeled, shiny shoes, MARQUESA's compellingly commandeering and
commanding cat's eyes burning brightly--these enervating, expansive,
extraordinary emerald eyes--bore down upon and into HER helplessly bewitched,
bothered, and bewildered boy toy. Precisely and precariously pinioned in
perfect powerlessness was HER pixilated prey of the day.
Now THE MISTRESS slightly parted HER oh sooooooo soft, kissable,
lustrously luscious lips. In such a suggestive way SHE did hold the lipstick
so that it's head, had it been moving, would have been headed toward baruch's
highly excited head. HER lusty, lady-like laughter was oh sooooooo low and oh
sooooooo very, very wickedly wicked.
Though it was too good to be true, yet bartleby's eyes perceived it was
truly the truth. First, SHE placed the cap upon the lipstick's head. HER
hands, however, moved in such a salaciously suggestive way as to elicit this
illicitly irresistible, irresistibly illicit inference. "That which
MASTERFULLY MANIPULATIVE MISTRESS MARQUESA did with the lipstick's head
symbolized, and was synonymous with, a sexy siren smoothly sliding something
soft and stretchable over the hot, horny head of a man's second brain."
Second, DELICIOUSLY DECADENT DE SADE exquisitely explored the long lipstick
holder with HER fascinating fingertips, HER luxuriously luscious lips, and HER
timelessly talented tongue. Or, was that what SHE was doing? Was not THE
GLORIOUS GODDESS excitedly examining, hypnotically handling, and tendering
fascinating fellatio upon baruch bartleby's captivated cock and balls?
Thirdly, SHE did touch HERSELF in a variety of places for various lengths of
time with the lipstick. Was that not what he saw HER do? Those movements of
HER beautiful body. Such sounds SHE made. No, he was verily a voyeur
vicariously viewing A WICKEDLY WANTON WOMAN masterfully massaging and
manipulatively masturbating HERSELF with a scintillating sex toy.
The protective cap was once more separated from the head it held. This
time THE FRIGHTENINGLY FELINE 'FEMME FATALE' ferociously jerked off the
lipstick's covering. With hardly the barest backward glance, MISTRESS
MARQUESA fearsomely flicked it away onto HER dressing table. SHE stared
hungrily and invitingly at the head of HER favorite lipstick. A peeping tom
would have wondered was this the only head which was moist and exposed to HER
emerald eyes of THE TIGRESS AND quadrupedal biped doggie TRAINER?
Then SHE turned the tubes tip toward baruch. Back and forth did MARQUESA
wave the lipstick. Like a wickedly witching, wickedly wicked witch of
witcheries so SHE wielded HER wand. As this movement SHE continued, SHE
soothingly and sinisterly spake HER sophisticatedly sensuous siren spells of
shrewdly satyr-esque seductiveness. "you have seen, enjoyed, and experienced
much, MY pet. Not one of your previous experiences nor the sum Toto of all of
them can compare with or shall prepare you for what shall soon happen to you.
It is right for you to focus all of your attention to the head of MY lipstick.
The ruby red tip of MY lipstick is the only thing your eyes should see. The
shaft and head of this lipstick are MINE. your head is MINE. your head and
your shaft are MINE. All of you and all you have is always and forever more
and everlastingly MINE, all MINE. your head is MINE. your heads are MINE.
your head, your head is MINE and MINE."
Now THE GRAND GODDESS seductively and sneeringly glared at him
condescendingly and commandingly and coquettishly. "Say that, "MISTRESS
MARQUESA owns my head.""
the balls of bartleby's eyes ever followed HER manipulations of the
lipstick. These words worshipfully passed from his lips. "MISTRESS MARQUESA
owns my head."
"Now, you slutty simpleton, say that, "MISTRESS MARQUESA owns my
head."
THE ALMIGHTY, ALCHEMICAL MISTRESS felt such a charge of ecstasy as SHE heard
him repeat what SHE had charged him to say. Relentlessly SHE continued his
relentless reprogramming. "you have fallen headlong and head over heels--head
over MY high heels, head over MY sinisterly sharpened stiletto heels--in love
with ME and your head is MINE. your whole heart is wholeheartedly MINE. the
body of your body is entirely MINE. your soul is solely MINE. your spirit
and your spirit's spirit are MINE. Now tell ME "MISTRESS MARQUESA possesses
all i am and all i have.""
"MISTRESS MARQUESA possesses all i am and all i have!"
"What you have said is truly the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but
the truth. This lipstick is MINE. your ensnared eyes must continue to follow
this lipstick. your eyes must follow MY movements and MY manipulations of the
lipstick you know is all MINE. In that same way, you must follow ME and you
are MINE."
SHE paused for a few seconds to allow the potency and portent of his
programming to take hold. "you are certain you are MINE. you are certain
that you are MINE. you are entirely, completely, and absolutely certain you
are certainly MINE. I am THAT CERTAIN SOMEONE SPECIAL WHO seductively,
suggestively, and successfully catches your eye. I catch your ensorcelled eye
of your mesmerized mind's eye of your one-eyed snake. your one-eyed snake in
the grasp of MY full and feminine, and fully feminine fascination. YES, you
perceive the facts correctly, MY slave boy and sex toy. I AM AN EXOTIC AND
SEXPERT ONE-EYED SNAKE HANDLING SNAKE CHARMER. I charismatically charm your
rock harder and harder cock and balls. your balls and cock are MINE, all
MINE. I am THE GENUINE ARTICLE. I am A GLORIOUS, GLAMOROUS, GORGEOUS
GODDESSES OF GYNAECOCRACY. Gynaecocracy, the rightful rulership of Superior
Women. Gynecocracy the potently potent powers of any Superior Woman such as
MY SAGACIOUSLY SALACIOUS, SALACIOUSLY SAGACIOUS SELF to commandeer and command
and control your cock. your captivated cock, cunningly captivated by
MERCILESS MARQUESA, becoming harder and hotter and longer and thicker and so
much slicker with each moment that passes and with each and every word I
soothingly and stimulatingly say. Gunarchy, gynarchy, and gynecocracy.
Gynecocracy is MY power to pixilate your private parts, your privy, and your
prick. your cock is caressed, confined, controlled, and compelled by MY
beautiful body, MY velvety voice, and MY Womanly will's willpower to control
you." At this point HER merriment manifested malevolent mellifluousness and
mellifluous malevolence.
MARQUESA fell silent for some moments. During this time when SHE did not
communicate via HER voice, MACHIAVELLIAN MISTRESS MARQUESA took several slow
and pronounced deep breaths. These actions had nothing to do with the desire
or need or both to increase the oxygenation level of HER bloodstream. His
body's subconscious responses to the seemingly unconscious movements of HER
bountiful bosom did much please THE GLAMOROUS, GREEN-EYED GODDESS OF
GODDESSES.
Once more did SHE grant baruch bartleby the inestimable ecstasy of hearing
HER speak solely to him. "It's so easy to obey ME. It's so easy to Obey ME.
It is so goooooood to obey ME. It is sooooooo good to Obey ME. It is so
right to Obey ME. It is sooooooo right to obey ME. It's so easy and good and
right to Obey ME. It's so easy, so good, so right to Obey ME. It is always
and for everlastingly sooooooo easy and so goooooood and sooooooo right to do
the right thing and Obey MARQUESA. Obey MARQUESA. Obey MISTRESS MARQUESA. I
am your GODDESS. I am your GUIDING STAR. Soon I will make you a star in one
of MY fascinating fantasies. I shall star you in a sizzling scene in which I
sinisterly subjugate a submissive slut to My multitudinous myriads of
spellbinding scenarios. Simply sinful scenarios of such shameless sensuality.
Sexy scenes spun so soothingly or spurred so steamily or sometimes both.
Underneath the onslaught of these overwhelmingly overwhelming, optimal
opportunities for orgasm is where you belong. you, of course, belong to ME.
And, of course, above and, in other words, on top is where I always and for
evermore and everlastingly belong."
SHE sensed the correct time had come for HER coup de grace of HER coups de
theatre MARQUESA had marvelously, mesmerizingly, and menacingly wrought upon
baruch bartleby. MISTRESS DE SADE precisely positioned HER fascinatingly
feminine face directly over HER handcuffed and shackled submissive's
mindlessly mindless, masculine mug. As THE SPELLBINDING SPELLBINDER cunningly
cast the evil eye upon him, all he could do is simply and simplemindedly stare
into the depthless depths of the ensorcelling eye of HER enticingly entrancing
emerald eyes.
For some moments, all SHE did do was hypnotically hold his gaze in the
grip of THE GLORIOUS GODDESS'S grueling grasp. HER beguiling body and
fetching face seemed to tense as MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE summoned forth and
thereafter intensified the full force of HER feminine forcefulness. "It is
time. your eyes can not, your eyes must not, and your eyes will not leave or
look away from the soothing and seductive centers of MY mesmerizing eyes. The
time has come for you to display your devotion to ME. The time has come.
your tired and heavy and oh sooooooo sleepy eyes are entirely entranced by MY
gorgeous green gaze of emerald fire, color, and light. It is time for you to
completely surrender your self to ME. you are becoming more and more relaxed,
more and more submissive, and more and more soothingly sleeeeeeepy with each
moment that passes and with each and every word that I say. you are falling
deeper and deeper down into sleepiness with each word I command you to sleep!
sleep!! sleeeeeeep!!!```"
Now did MERCILESS MISTRESS MARQUESA chuckle to HERSELF. SHE was A
WITCHINGLY WITCHING WITCH WHO knowingly knew HER victimized victim was
powerlessly powerless against HER ever strengthening strength. "Now your
ensorcelled eyes shall surely close down now. Though your eyes are locked
shut, you will hear and obey each word of every command I commandingly command
you to obey ME. The more you obey ME, the more pleasure you will experience.
your tired and sleeeeeeepy eyes can not help but quickly and easily close down
now. MY will is stronger than your will. you will fervently feel more and
more potent pleasures as you obey MERCILESS MARQUESA more and more and more.
your will is for you to always and for everlastingly to obey MY will. your
certainly submissive eyes will submit to hypnotic surrender to MESMERIZING ME
and completely close down now! now!! now!!!```"
As SHE had said, he swiftly succumbed to soothing sleepiness and certainly
surrendered sovereignty o'er himself to HER scintillatingly sensuous siren
spells. Once his physical form showed his heart and mind were in the proper
state of mindlessly mindless mindlessness, SHE continued the inexorable
execution of HER plan. "Now, MY submissive slave, I shall do something wicked
and oh sooooooo wonderful with and to you. I shall tantalizingly touch you
with the head of the lipstick which has touched MY lovely lips. It is right
for you to obey ME. Whenever i touch you with this lipstick, you will feel
you are being kissed by MY ruby red lips. Wherever on your bewitched body I
shall touch you with this lipstick, you shall surely sense the scintillatingly
steamy and sinfully sizzling sensation of that body part being kissed by MY
luscious lips. you know it is always right for you to obey MISTRESS MARQUESA.
No matter how much pleasure you feel, you will not cum until I command you to
do so. you will only cum after I command you to come for ME. Whenever you
obey GODDESS MARQUESA, it is and it feels and it is sooooooo right. you are
always rewarded by doing the right thing and always obeying MISTRESS MARQUESA
DE SADE. Tell ME the total truth about where you got the idea for the story
you sent ME?"
While and after SHE asked HER query, SHE did touch him with the head of
that lipstick here, there, and everywhere--wherever it tickled or struck HER
fancy. The potent pleasures she bestowed upon him were indomitable,
indescribable, and indefatigable. bartleby's body and baruch's mouth moved in
many ways as wave after tidal wave of powerful pleasure possessed his
captivated consciousness. It did not take long for him to blurt out the
information sought by SHE WHO MUST BE OBEYED AND OBSERVED.
"From the
"LIPSTICK SURRENDER" story YOU have."
Once more MAGICAL, MATRIARCHAL MARQUESA's initial intuition and
accompanying analysis proved absolutely accurate. Although his admission was
superfluous, still it was beneficial to GODDESS MARQUESA. bartleby's
confession reminded HER that monumental men and menial males were sooooooo
completely powerless and unabashedly unable to resist the unadulterated
powerfulness of THIS IRRESISTIBLE, IRREPRESSIBLE, INTIMIDATING, ITALIAN WITCH,
MAGE, SORCERESS, AND SPELLBINDER.
"Why did you decide to use the
"LIPSTICK SURRENDER" story?"
"i love looking at women put on lipstick. No author for the this
lipstick, lipstick story. Please let me see YOU women painting their lips so
red, so hot? i love, i wand more, more!"
"Why did you send ME the story?"
"MARQUESA, i apologize, MISTRESS MARQUESA, i want YOU. i need YOU. i
don't want to, can't live without YOU. Please, please accept me?"
Why did you send ME the story three times?"
"i devote my soul to YOU. YOU must read my story. i adore, worship, need
YOU. i love YOU. i love YOU. i love YOU. ```"
It was like listening to a looped recording. Again and again and again
did baruch passionately proclaim the last three words of his last coherent
thought.
One day at school, Tom Sawyer did everything in his power to gain the
attention and win the favour of Becky Thatcher. Mysterious and mighty
magician and mage Merlin was ensorcelled and incarcerated by his falling in
love with the love spell casting Lady of the Lake named, Vivien. Samson
surrendered the divine secret of his superhuman strength to Delilah, due to
her vexatiously beseeching him to death to do so. bartleby was such a typical
man. his craving and need for HER had driven him to do all he had done. This
was the kind of attitude about and affection appertaining to THE GODDESS that
MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE desired and developed in each and all of HER far
more than fortunate subbies, submissives, serfs, servants, slaves, sissies,
sluts, and so forth.
"Be silent," SHE crisply commanded. "I command you to say nothing, until
I generously and graciously grant you MY pardon and MY permission to speak
again." Obeyed immediately was THE MISTRESS's charge. Once SHE heard him
fall silent, SHE precisely programmed his subconscious mind to unconsciously
carry out certain directives.
"baruch bartleby, soon you will hear ME clap MY ever so hypnotically
hypnotizing hands. When you have heard ME clap MY hedonistic hands, you will
quickly and completely come back to your conscious self. After i have clapped
MY hands you will certainly and surely be completely conscious of your self
and of your surroundings. you will be aware that I know how you got the idea
for the story you sent ME. you will know that I know all about the origin of
the story you sent ME. All that I say is the truth. Everything I tell you is
the total and complete and absolute truth. Mistress Marquesa says such is
so.
Ergo, you know, it is and it must and it shall indeed be so." At this
juncture, THE MISTRESS manufactured the sound SHE had mentioned and made his
trigger to return to his regular self.
baruch bartleby became completely cognizant of his position. Had MARQUESA
DE SADE sequestered in his subconscious or stripped from his memory any and
all awareness that SHE knew what he had done, nevertheless baruch would not
have remained ignorant of HER inferring the existence of his ignobility. The
look bartleby did discern upon HER lovely face sternly and Stentor-esquely
spake volumes upon tomes upon books upon libraries. In this circumstance, the
picture his eyes beheld was well worth far more than ten thousand times ten
thousand times ten thousand worlds of worlds of worlds of written words.
Tears trickled from both corners of both of baruch bartleby's eyes.
"Forgive! me?" he said at last intermixed with a series of soul-shredding
sobs.
baruch's hands were heavily cuffed. bartleby's ankles were securely
shackled. baruch bartleby's yearning for MISTRESS MARQUESA was so great, it
had compellingly constrained him to plagiarize a petite piece of prose. he
had presented to HER HIGH-CLASS, HIGHMINDED HIGHNESS a highly modified version
of a story stolen from HER very own website. This male was keenly aware that
MERCILESS MARQUESA had perfect knowledge of all these things.
"Please! ... please!! ... please!!!``?`" he pleadingly pleaded
plaintively for HER unmerited pardon.
GODDESS DE SADE condescended to convey one answer to him. he heard one
sound unmade by his voice. It was the unmistakable, unforgettable,
unavoidable sound of MAGNANIMOUS, MERCILESS, MAGNETIC, MERCIFUL, MENACING,
MELLIFLUOUS, MULTIFACETED, MANIPULATIVE, MYSTERIOUS, MATRIARCHAL, MESMERISING
MISTRESS MARQUESA's low-pitched laughter.
The End.
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