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MISTRESS ELIS EURYALE
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Tag Archives: Femme Fatale
DANGEROUS TIMES
When the night falls, Her name is whispered in streets and alleys, in clubs and restaurants. Whispered, not spoken aloud. God no! Jack’s voice sounded hoarse and strange. Believe me, She’s not an imaginary person, not a figment of our imagination! She’s real! She only targets single men, did you know that? I mean … how does She know these things? How can you tell who’s single or not these days?
He wrung his hands nervously and there was terror in his eyes.
These are dark and dangerous times and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m scared. My nerves are in tatters. I’m a single man, does that mean She has me in Her sights? Some say She takes Her victims to the Underworld because male slaves are in high demand there. But how do they know that? No one has ever returned to tell the tale! I’m su-
I’m sorry, the psychiatrist said, time’s up. Jack turned towards Her and gazed directly into Her amazingly blue eyes. He tried to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes were glued to Hers and his arms and legs felt heavy. And then … slowly but surely … it dawned on him.
Are You going to take me to the Underworld? he whispered in a trance.
An underground dungeon, She smiled. I’m a collector, you see. And you, well, you are a fine specimen and you are going to be one of My slaves. How does that sound?
That sounds wonderful, he said in a dreamy voice. He was awake and sleeping, lying on the couch and falling.
No longer scared?
Not at all, he whispered. All I want … all I ever wanted … is to obey You.
I hear that a lot, She smiled.
He wrung his hands nervously and there was terror in his eyes.
These are dark and dangerous times and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m scared. My nerves are in tatters. I’m a single man, does that mean She has me in Her sights? Some say She takes Her victims to the Underworld because male slaves are in high demand there. But how do they know that? No one has ever returned to tell the tale! I’m su-
I’m sorry, the psychiatrist said, time’s up. Jack turned towards Her and gazed directly into Her amazingly blue eyes. He tried to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes were glued to Hers and his arms and legs felt heavy. And then … slowly but surely … it dawned on him.
Are You going to take me to the Underworld? he whispered in a trance.
An underground dungeon, She smiled. I’m a collector, you see. And you, well, you are a fine specimen and you are going to be one of My slaves. How does that sound?
That sounds wonderful, he said in a dreamy voice. He was awake and sleeping, lying on the couch and falling.
No longer scared?
Not at all, he whispered. All I want … all I ever wanted … is to obey You.
I hear that a lot, She smiled.
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FEMME FATALE
Sasha started working for us on a Monday morning and Her desk was opposite mine. She was beautiful in a mysterious way and there was definitely something dangerous lurking behind Her smile. Then we shook hands and I literally fell in love with Her in a matter of seconds. It felt like being pushed off a cliff, it really did. I think She knew, there and then, what a weakling I was and how easy it would be to make me dance to Her tune. She didn’t hesitate and within hours She had me on a short leash. She knew exactly what to say to push my buttons and it was impossible to refuse Her anything. If I tried She would pout and make me feel guilty. I worked late to finish Her work, lied for Her, bought Her clothes and paid Her rent. I even fumbled with Her assessments so She would get a raise.
Sometimes She humiliated me, be it in a playful way, in front of our colleagues. Asking me if I would do anything for Her. Telling them I was such an obedient boy.
She quit Her job within a year. I felt gutted, but luckily it didn’t mean the end of our friendship. At least that’s what I thought. But on Her last day of work She looked at me with cold eyes and said: Before you ask, I’m not interested in keeping in touch with you. You are boring.
All this happened many years ago, but I still remember the smell of Her perfume, still hear the echoes of Her voice. In case you’re wondering if you ever met a Femme Fatale; trust me, you would know. Because you’ll never forget.
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THE STORY OF ARISTOTLE & PHYLLIS
One upon a time there was a Greek philosopher named Aristotle (384-322 BC). He had a brain the size of a Greek island and a dick the size of an Olympic swimming pool. He was the tutor of Alexander the Great, who had a crush on a Lady called Phyllis. Aristotle was not amused: do you want to be great in bed, he asked, or great on the battlefield? A tricky dick question and Alexander decided to go for the battlefield. Alexander the Great Idiot, one might say.
Now it was Phyllis’ turn to be pissed. She decided to seduce Aristotle and teach him a lesson. One day She walked by barefooted, which was the equivalent back then of making a porn movie. Aristotle was smitten with Her and begged Her to have sex with him. Not a romantic dinner, not a walk along the beach at sunset, not a good conversation about psychology or the latest iPhone, no sir! Just wham-bam: Phyllis, I wanna fuck You. The brute.
On one condition, Ari, Phyllis said, you will come to my chamber crawling on hand and foot, in order to carry Me like a horse.
Aristotle obeyed, put on saddle and bridle and went on all fours. She grabbed a whip and spurred him on with a vengeance. The members of the court watched in awe and admiration, as Phyllis humiliated this great man.
Come on, full throttle, Aristotle! She demanded.
And from that moment on, dear children, everyone called him Aristhrottle.
Now it was Phyllis’ turn to be pissed. She decided to seduce Aristotle and teach him a lesson. One day She walked by barefooted, which was the equivalent back then of making a porn movie. Aristotle was smitten with Her and begged Her to have sex with him. Not a romantic dinner, not a walk along the beach at sunset, not a good conversation about psychology or the latest iPhone, no sir! Just wham-bam: Phyllis, I wanna fuck You. The brute.
On one condition, Ari, Phyllis said, you will come to my chamber crawling on hand and foot, in order to carry Me like a horse.
Aristotle obeyed, put on saddle and bridle and went on all fours. She grabbed a whip and spurred him on with a vengeance. The members of the court watched in awe and admiration, as Phyllis humiliated this great man.
Come on, full throttle, Aristotle! She demanded.
And from that moment on, dear children, everyone called him Aristhrottle.
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