Saturday 21 October 2006

The Vanishing Lady

A Lady Auch story
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My great friend Magister graced us with his act this evening, all manner of miraculous illusions. Now, I'm sure you're familiar with the tricks our prestidigitator friends use to fool the gullible, but I can assure you from my vantage in the wings that this Master has some kind of power, even if it only be over the minds of those in his presence.

He mesmerised the audience as effectively as he entranced his group of beauties, which he used as pretty tools for his art, making them freeze, float and vanish. I saw no glass, no wires or trapdoors, it was as if they (and we) believed in his abilities so strongly, the laws of nature bent before him.

After the show, we talked the night away with his assistants in my rooms He continued exerting little pulls upon their wills from time to time, and I even found myself slipping under his sway before I shook myself awake. He smiled in amusement, but is too good a friend to take advantage of my momentary weakness (as far as I know!).

Instead he was kind enough to let me into a few of his secrets, and I was thrilled to be able to place his ladies in a deep slumber with just a word. We asked them carefully what they would allow to happen, after all we're not monsters, then entered into sweet dreamlike debauchery. I surprised myself in how thoroughly I enjoyed manipulating their somnambulant forms to pleasure them from their fantasies, even as much as my own ecstasy was conjured by their mindless prestidigitation.

Tuesday 3 October 2006

Dancers

A Lady Auch story
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I rarely pay attention to my dancers when they are doing their jobs properly, but last night I strove to enjoy them as if I was a customer. Marisa was managing things very well - it's such a delight to be able to trust your staff - so I socialised and watched the stage avidly.

I pride myself that our establishment provides more than some tawdry strip show. I wouldn't even call it burlesque, although some might disagree. My girls and boys have a special talent, each one different, but at heart the same. You have to watch them. They may do something spectacular, or just move skillfully, but they capture your attention and haunt your dreams.

For example, Violette is a snake dancer, now this may conjure ideas of a coy blonde waving around a dopey python suggestively. This is not Violette. She becomes a creature with her horde. She slithers in reptile seduction, no longer human. She is drowned in her pets, hypnotised by them, and suddenly possessed as if they had all crawled inside her she rises like a great serpent queen to be worshipped.

Saturday 23 September 2006

Ladies in chains

A Lady Auch story
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I was invited to a most fascinating soiree by my friend Annette, and knowing her Sapphic interests, I was not expecting this to be an evening graced with male attention, but I was ill-prepared for the strange scenario before me.

Amongst the finely attired society ladies, were numerous scantily clad beauties (although some tended towards the plain) whose necks, wrists and ankles were encircled with metal bands. Some even had chains to add to their wanton prisoner guise.

I hasten to add, they did not seem coerced into this unseemly costume, although some did appear slightly nervous at the attention, or cool lack of it, that they were receiving.

Annette laughed gaily at my consternation, "Surely you're not a stranger to such affairs, Chère Auch? Not in your line of work, and with your proclivities?"

I composed myself, and smiled prettily back. "Why no, my dear, of course I know many who desire to be slaves, and those who would own them, I have just never seen such a matter-of-fact way of going about it!"

"Well you'll find we ladies are altogether more sensible about things." Her eyes glittered, "would you like to wear some chains tonight, ma chérie?

If I had not known she was teasing me, I would have been most offended, but I brushed it off easily, patted her arm and said "they do not suit me dearest, but what is the protocol for this evening? I do not want to offend by claiming a girl who is not for attention."

She seemed pleased that I was going to join in with her game, and explained that those with initials on their collars were personal pets, the rest just ladies who had consented to be freely available for the evening. She did warn me to listen for a certain phrase that would tell me if someone wanted to draw the line, and I reassured her I would be gracious.

Now all that remained was to find a female who would appeal to my less-practiced lesbian side.

Tuesday 19 September 2006

The Jackal

A Lady Auch story
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I'd been working terribly hard all night, chivvying the girls to sparkle and amuse, with no regard for my own health, when I caught sight of an unmistakable silhouette. I caught my breath, heart pounding like a schoolgirl's. My terror, The Jackal, had returned!

He glided over to me, as if the world made way for him, and graced me with his charming bow.

"My delight, how fortunate you are here!" he murmured in a voice that slid into my ears like warmed honey.

I blushed, composure awry, "and how charming to see you again, Monsieur, it's been such a long time."

He stayed by my side the rest of the evening, I knew I was letting him seduce me, and my heart would be bruised in the morning, but I could never resist him. His stare is compelling as a vampire's, his voice as smooth as oil.

I could not demur when he invited himself to my rooms, although I knew I would be used horribly. Now do not judge me, sweet friend, no man or woman is immune to his power, and I, even I, have a secret desire to surrender to one so overwhelming.