It is Day 3 in
London, about 9 a.m. The GODDESS has come back from the
hotel gym. SHE comes out of the suite's bedroom wearing
HER glittering patent leather knee-length belted
raincoat. Pet m is half asleep on the couch.
shopping. You and Frank must be good little boys while
SHE touches his
face with HER butterfly nails.
He sees HER
sinful fishnets and HER maddening platform pumps. He
can't speak. He hears the sex-filled swirling of HER
Frank, HER pet
name for his desperate manhood, stands immediately.
'No, you and
frank must wait till I come back. It will be stronger if
you are a little frustrated. I feel a little naughty
'But can we
look at YOUR wonderful pictures while YOU're
'No, you must
GODDESS SABRINA, please, please, when will YOU come
'You know you
mustn't ask such selfish questions. I'm feeling a little
naughty today and I must tease some other men. I'm going
to Harvey Nichols. I'm going to force some husbands to
leave their wives and follow ME. And to buy me some
wonderful little presents. Today will be Dior and
emeralds day, I think. I want to be amused.'
GODDESS, may we ask YOU one little question?'
'OK, you know
I'm a very kind GODDESS and you've been good at spoiling
ME these past two days.'
SHE touches his
poor face again. Imperceptibly. Torturing him and frank
'Well, what is
'What is the
colour of the thong YOU are wearing?'
'But you know,
little ones, that you only want to know so you can
masturbate to your image of ME. No, you have to wait and
suffer for YOUR Goddess. It will be good for you both.
Afterwards when you can see ME you will be stronger and
even more overwhelmed with your total love for ME.
please, GODDESS, we promise we won't'.
believe you. But let's have some fun. Which thong am I
wearing? Do you think it's the tiny pink one, or the red
one I teased you with yesterday? Or the tiny black
studded one? You must guess. If you guess right I might
even give you a peek. But if you''re wrong you must
He is in
torment. Unbearably tortured. He tries to think. Frank
won't let him. Then through the swirling mists of his
torment he has a brainwave.
'I know, I
think I know. It's the almost nothing silky blue Agent
Provocateur one that we bought but that YOU have never
let us see on YOUR glorious body.'
naughty, naughty boys. I should never have let you
magical music of her coat rustling to the ground. SHE
turns her back. SHE is wearing only her fishnets, HER
craziest 'fuck-ME' platforms, a glowing black latex
corset and the almost non-existent line of the blue silk
thong becomes an imaginary line of riveting lustful
suggestion between the perfect jutting globes of HER
unbelievably beautiful ass.
Now SHE knows
exactly - just exactly - what SHE is doing. SHE ever so
gently caresses the intolerably sensual curves of HER
bottom and moves HER sweet buttocks to the music of
sex-filled thunderous silence.
SHE bends over.
SHE reaches down and HER gorgeous fingernails smooth and
caress the heaven between HER legs, the most beautiful
legs in the world. The most beautiful, the most sinful,
the most arousing nails. Impossibly beautiful.
Silence. m is
trying desperately to control frank. Waves of lovely,
lovely weakness, of out-of-this-world helplessness,
'I can't, I
can't, I can't...'
SHE bends down
over him. The blazing forest of HER hair sets fire to his
mind, his body, his pathetic resistance. It tingles and
'Do you think
the other boys are going to have fun? Will you think of
ME making them MY little slaves? That's what I'm going to
do for the rest of today. When I tire of each of them
I'll send them to jerk off in the men's room. But only
after I've emptied their wallets and their credit cards.
Sometimes I'll take three together and then push them
helplessly, deliriously, vertiginously. M is exhausted,
almost deliciously dead.
when I come back I'll model MY little presents for you
both. You had better be strong and ready. Until then, be
good little pets.'
SHE puts on HER
her lovely coat and walks out. SHE is smiling -
radiantly, triumphantly. SHE is the most beautiful, the
most erotically powerful, the most impossible-to-resist
woman in London, in Europe, in the world.
We love YOU.
YOU own us completely, unreservedly, always.