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.
Saturday, 21 October 2006
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.
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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.
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