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I am a lover of poetry, art, and antiquities. I am an admirer of wine, moonlight, and magic. I seek knowledge and luxury. I offer kindness, friendship, and understanding. I am decedent, indulgent, and flirtatious. I bear no ill will towards any, and welcome all who show the same.
I am Velvet Alchemy.
Story by Just A Social Experiment
I am Velvet Alchemy.
Story by Just A Social Experiment
Dark, sleek, sexy. That was her theme for the day. She was expecting a visitor, and she wanted even the first glimpse to be impressive already.
She picked up a few pieces here and there, and wore them slowly, carefully, seductively, smiling as the sensation of the texture of the clothing crept up her pale skin. A crimson corset that is enticingly translucent lined with lace, black lace stockings, long leather gloves, and her high-heeled boots to match. That was her main ensemble. The finishing touches would have to wait.
She can be anything that her clients want her to be; after all, in the end, she can bend them all into blindly following her will, like a slave dog on a leash. She just wants to entrap them into an illusion of her making, one that makes a person think that they actually have a choice in her pleasurable game when they do not.
Is she a goddess? No, darling, not at all! A goddess is too merciful, too whimsical, too... boring. She is only, say, less than a deity, but way more than the average human.
How does one call such being?
Ah, but that is of no importance now. What is important now is that her make-up, however minimal, is applied just right, just enough to reel people in with just one sweeping glance from her smokey eyes. Once done, she took the dark red lipstick on her dressing table and put on just one more fresh coat to make her beautiful lips shine like freshly spilt blood.
Her shiny red hair was no problem at all; all it needs is a loose braid to hold it in place, and at the same time, emphasize the beauty of her face.
She felt herself smile, then blew a tiny kiss towards the stunning image in the newly-polished mirror.
How does one call such being?
A goddess? Never.
An angel? Ah, but they are too benevolent to be pleasurable.
A demon, then? But then again, she can show mercy once in a while.
What, then, can one call her?
That doesn't matter now. She took a feather-accented fedora from a small table as she walked alluringly past it, then put it on her head just low enough to shadow her eyes.
As always, she is called Velvet LaFleur, the rose that lies upon velvet beds, and tonight, she will be addressed as 'Dominatrix'.
And she will be waiting on her red velvet couch for her guest, with a black leather crop hidden just behind her back.
She loves a game, and now it is time to play, and she is ready to make her move.
She picked up a few pieces here and there, and wore them slowly, carefully, seductively, smiling as the sensation of the texture of the clothing crept up her pale skin. A crimson corset that is enticingly translucent lined with lace, black lace stockings, long leather gloves, and her high-heeled boots to match. That was her main ensemble. The finishing touches would have to wait.
She can be anything that her clients want her to be; after all, in the end, she can bend them all into blindly following her will, like a slave dog on a leash. She just wants to entrap them into an illusion of her making, one that makes a person think that they actually have a choice in her pleasurable game when they do not.
Is she a goddess? No, darling, not at all! A goddess is too merciful, too whimsical, too... boring. She is only, say, less than a deity, but way more than the average human.
How does one call such being?
Ah, but that is of no importance now. What is important now is that her make-up, however minimal, is applied just right, just enough to reel people in with just one sweeping glance from her smokey eyes. Once done, she took the dark red lipstick on her dressing table and put on just one more fresh coat to make her beautiful lips shine like freshly spilt blood.
Her shiny red hair was no problem at all; all it needs is a loose braid to hold it in place, and at the same time, emphasize the beauty of her face.
She felt herself smile, then blew a tiny kiss towards the stunning image in the newly-polished mirror.
How does one call such being?
A goddess? Never.
An angel? Ah, but they are too benevolent to be pleasurable.
A demon, then? But then again, she can show mercy once in a while.
What, then, can one call her?
That doesn't matter now. She took a feather-accented fedora from a small table as she walked alluringly past it, then put it on her head just low enough to shadow her eyes.
As always, she is called Velvet LaFleur, the rose that lies upon velvet beds, and tonight, she will be addressed as 'Dominatrix'.
And she will be waiting on her red velvet couch for her guest, with a black leather crop hidden just behind her back.
She loves a game, and now it is time to play, and she is ready to make her move.
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