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Tainted Love

By: LadyGodiva75



I thought it would be interesting to tie you up with your hands behind your back sitting in a chair and blindfolded. Not tightly of course but enough for you to almost think you could slip free of your bonds. Your mind is beginning to swim as you wonder to yourself all the possibilities of what I will do and how I will be doing it to you.

These delectable scenarios quickly flash through your mind as you sit hearing me move about the room preparing all of the things I will need. You hear ice clinking in a glass, drawers opening and closing, you hear me light my favorite candles the scent drifting slowly by your nostrils mixing with the subtle smell of my perfume as I come and go from the room. 

I am behind you now. Slowly I begin to run my fingertips up and down your arms, my fingernails gently scraping across your skin. Your muscles are tense and your breathing labored from the excitement and anticipation of not being able to see me or know what I will do next. I must help you to relax so you can fully enjoy this little game we are about to play.

I lean in and gently begin to lick and kiss the curve of your neck slowly tracing the muscles all the way to your ear lobe. At the same time I run my fingers down the front of your chest to your stomach sweeping my hands across your body in one smooth motion. But I am careful not to move them down too far. You are already breathing more quickly from the building excitement and your cock is beginning to come to attention.

How deliciously helpless you are tied up naked and blind folded! It sends shivers through my body and I can begin to feel the sweet juices slipping between my lips and the tingling sensation begins building in the pit of my stomach from my aching sex. I move around to the front of you and slowly run my fingernails down your thighs to your knees and spread your legs open. I lean down and gently softly brush my lips and face close to yours lightly licking at your lips barely letting our mouths meet. I can tell how much you want me to kiss you but I don't.

I am kneeling now between your legs slowly seductively I run my fingers down your thighs to the back of your calves and back up again giving you goose bumps as I come close to brushing your hard throbbing cock but not close enough to touch it. You lean your head back and a small gasp escapes your lips. You are becoming more excited by the minute.

As I reach for one of the items I brought into the room one of my hard erect nipples brushes up against you and you begin to squirm in the restraints desperate to pinch lick and suck them. You hear what sounds like a spoon clinking in a glass. The soft sweet smell of warm chocolate fills your nostrils as I pass the spoon directly under your nose and you can't help but giggle. I softly whisper "Ssssshhhh." and put a finger covered in chocolate to your lips you lick at my finger carefully tasting all the warm sweetness and I am careful to take it away before you begin to enjoy it too much.

I hold the spoon above the cup letting some of the warm chocolate drip away before I drizzle it over one nipple and then across your chest to the other nipple. As the warm wet gooeyness hits your skin you gasp again and begin wiggling in the chair. I lean in and let my warm breath touch your belly slowly carefully running my tongue it barely touches as I lick up your body to your nipples to taste the chocolate. I lick in a slow circular motion around one nipple then the other. Pinching them slightly nibbling softly on each one taking my time to be sure all the chocolate is licked clean. This begins to drive you crazy and you wiggle more and beg for me to free at least one of your hands. Your cock is stiff and hard begging for attention almost aching to be touched as it rubs against my stomach and between my breasts while I lick. "Sssshhh." I say again. 

I back away to give you time to take in all of the sensations you are feeling. Your skin tingles where I have just licked as the wetness evaporates. The smell of chocolate still lingers faintly in your nostrils your sex aching throbbing begging to be touched and caressed. The desire to be free of the restraints and blindfold heightening all of your senses is almost too much to bear as your delicious ooze begins to leak from the head of your cock. I see it glistening softly in the light and lightly lick it from the head then slowly run my tongue around the ridge to drive you even further insane with lust and desire. Again you beg to be freed and I quietly whisper in your ear as I lick your earlobe gently "Not yet my love, soon."

I stand before you again and enjoy looking at you helpless my pussy throbbing more and more the tickling in the pit of my stomach building beginning to drive me wild with the desire to feel all of you inside of me. Then the overwhelming need to feel your hands touching my body to feel your lips on mine begins driving me insane. I begin to play with my clit rubbing it and pinching it between my fingers while I lick one of my nipples then the other a soft gasp escapes my lips and you strain to see and hear what I am doing. I turn around so my back is to you and carefully bend down reaching with one hand to grasp your hard cock and gently rub only the tip along the length of my wet throbbing sex. You begin to breathe heavily almost panting as you have been waiting for me to satisfy you. Then I move away again. You let out a soft moan and again beg to be freed. I lean in and brush my face and hair against your face I let my lips linger over yours and gently passionately kiss you our tongues dancing and gliding over each other, the faint taste of sweet chocolate lingering on my tongue. Then I whisper again "Ssshhh."

I kneel again between your legs taking the glass with ice in my hand. I remove several small pieces and place them in my mouth. This sound immediately excites us both and we giggle softly together. I remove another piece of ice from the glass and let it slowly drip all over your chest and stomach. The shock of the cold immediately makes you gasp and tense up. I rub my hands up and down your body they feel hot after the coldness of the melted ice and goose bumps begin to spring up all over your arms and legs. 

I carefully take your hard cock in my hand and begin to squeeze it softly but firmly at the base. The head bulging out of the top of my clenched fist excites me and the tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach begins to drive me wild. I grasp your balls with my other free hand and gently roll them over my fingers softly and delicately they dance around. You lean your head back and moan breathing in deeply. I lick from the base of your throbbing organ up to the tip. My tongue is cold from the ice and it sends chills up your spine. Then I take all of you in my mouth. The pieces of ice begin dancing on my tongue in my mouth and against your hard cock. The sensation of the cold ice makes my lips tongue and mouth feel extremely hot on your sex and I taste the salty sweet ooze again as your excitement builds feverishly. Up and down I suck and lick alternating between a fast and slow pace until the ice is melted gone and I feel you getting closer to an explosion of ecstasy. Your cock throbs and is rock hard between my soft warm lips, as you are almost ready to shoot your load down the back of my throat. Then I stop.

As I move away to look at you again I see the muscles of your arms and chest flexed your head back your cock full and erect I want to free you and let you throw me down and fuck me hard for torturing you this way but not yet. The desire to be filled up with your hard throbbing cock to feel it pounding away inside my wet slit is almost maddening, and I gasp softly under my breath. 

I take one of the lit candles and carefully begin to pour a small drizzle of hot wax on your chest very close to your nipple. The sting of the hot wax makes you gasp and start to pant but it feels good after the cold of the ice. I again take a piece of ice and hold it above you letting it melt where I just let the hot wax fall. I begin alternating sensations of hot and cold pain and pleasure which make you wiggle in the chair and cry out in ecstasy, your head swimming all of your body waiting to be satisfied. You beg and plead with me to free you, and I say "Soon my love very soon."

I remove the blindfold from your eyes and we stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. I move in to kiss you passionately, deeply again the soft gush of slipperiness escapes my slit as your tongue penetrates my lips. The tingling in the pit of my stomach stronger than ever my nipples hard and erect aching to be licked pinched and sucked. Then you softly whisper in my ear "God I want to fuck you so hard." I gasp and giggle excitedly, chills run up my spine in anticipation of the thrashing I will soon be receiving.

I place my right foot on your left thigh softly and spread my legs apart. Carefully I begin to touch and rub my fingers down the length of my wet pussy spreading my lips apart for you to admire it. This of course drives you insane and you lean your head back and close your eyes and gasp. If only I would let your arms free! I continue to let my fingers dance around the outside of my throbbing sex before inserting one finger then two never taking my eyes from yours. I watch you watching me finger myself, and I can see and feel how much pleasure this brings you as the sweet saltiness of you begins to ooze from the head of your bulging cock again. 

My fingers moving faster harder in and out of my wet pussy while you stare helpless and unable to reach out and enjoy it as well driving you completely insane. Your cock pulsing and throbbing between your legs, the aching in your groin growing more by the second! Watching your torture sends waves of ecstasy rippling from the pit of my stomach and washes over me as I cum unable to stop it. 

Then I untie your hands. You immediately grab me forcefully but gently kissing me as we make our way to the bed. You grab my breast and begin kneading it in your strong hand, sucking my nipples nibbling them lightly, your other hand firmly on my bare ass guiding me closer to the bed. Suddenly and forcefully you throw me down on the bed and spread my legs apart. You whisper in my ear "Now it's your turn." 

The sound of your voice penetrates me sending waves of pleasure radiating to my aching sex it begins to throb and the tingling in my stomach becomes unbearable I have to have you inside of me and now! I pull you on top of me and guide your swollen rock hard sex into my wet slit while I stroke your balls. It pierces me and makes my insides melt like warm butter and I feel my slippery wetness slide all over you as I cum instantly. You feel the walls of my pussy clamp down hard on your cock and you begin to move slowly and deliberately in and out. With my hands on your chest we both watch as your cock slips in and out glistening in the soft light from my wetness all over it. You slow your movements to torture me some more then you are careful to stick only the head in teasing me until I feel like I am about to loose my mind. 

I grab your ass hard digging my nails in trying to desperately push you deeper inside of me. I beg and plead for you to fuck me harder and you whisper in my ear "Not yet my love." The waves of pleasure again come rippling from the pit of my stomach washing over me to my throbbing clit and I cum again. I scream loudly. Faster and harder your movements become my hips moving back and forth in perfect time meeting you thrust for thrust the tingling in my stomach now constant and building to an immense peak of sexual ecstasy. Our eyes locked on each our breath and heartbeat almost as one pushing closer and closer to climax. My legs and arms wrapped around your body desperately clinging as the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again and again before you explode releasing all of your hot juices inside of me. I feel the gush and the warmth as you cum hard. The last of your thrusts sending shivers through my entire body from my pulsing clit. 

We collapse from exhaustion our bodies still entwined your cock still in me savoring the feeling of being inside the warm wetness wanting to stay this way forever. I cradle your head on my chest and run my fingers through your hair as we drift off to sleep. 

Tainted Love



Liam found the tiny little stall down at the end of a long, crooked alley on the edge of a ratty, infrequently-frequented bazaar in a part of town that had seen better days. Really, he wasn't surprised that he'd never heard of it, despite the revolutionary nature of its products. The salesman obviously didn't care much about finding new business.

Liam would never have found the place if he hadn't been wandering the streets in a daze, but then again, he probably never would have needed to. He'd just been walking without even looking where he was going, letting his feet take him wherever they wanted, while his brain continued to relive the worst moment of his life. The moment when Charlotte told him she didn't love him.

"It's not that I don't like you," she said in his head as he relived it all over again. "You're a very sweet man, and I...I'm sure we'll always be fast friends." She practically had tears in her liquid, expressive eyes, hurt at having to hurt someone she cared about (but not in that way.) "It's just that...I don't feel the same way about you that you do about me, Liam. It wouldn't be fair to either one of us to try to make a relationship work that way." Her hands were trembling as she continued restocking books. "You know I care about you, but...I just don't love you. Not like that."

Maybe Charlotte wasn't capable of loving anyone like that. She was shy, demure, sweetly pretty and innocent in a way that made Liam want to sweep her up in his arms and hold her safe against the world...but maybe people like that didn't fall in love. Maybe they just had cats. Maybe Charlotte would never give her heart away. He almost hoped so. He couldn't bear it if she gave it away to someone else. He couldn't bear it now, working so close to her at the library and knowing he'd never be able to touch her, never be able to stroke her soft blonde hair, gaze longingly into her deep blue eyes and see his love returned...and so he just walked up and down the streets, little caring where he went or what happened to him, and he eventually wound up down at the end of a long, crooked alley where the crowds never went, staring up at a hand-lettered sign saying, 'Emotions'.

Below the sign, an elderly man sat on a stool, occasionally taking sips from a deep green bottle. More bottles lined the shelves behind him, each one a different shade of green, each one unlabeled and stoppered with a cork. The man himself wore faded, but elegant clothes, and although he had very few hairs remaining, those he did have were elegantly combed. He fixed Liam with a piercing gaze through bifocal spectacles, and said, "Women troubles?"

Liam stopped short. "It's no business of yours, sir, not to be rude."

The man grinned. "Ah, but it's exactly a business of mine. It is, in fact, the business of mine." He pointed up at the sign. "'Emotions', right? My name is Emery St. Lune de Clair, Esquire, but that's a bit of a mouthful so I'm generally just known as 'Em'. And trust me when I say that it was Fate that steered you down this alleyway to my little shop. Because I have the answer to all your problems."

Liam frowned. "Nobody has an answer to my problems."

"Oh, but I tell you I do," Em said, leaning forward on his stool. "'Emotions' is the name of my shop, and emotions are what I sell. The bottles behind me contain pure emotion, bottled and stoppered and available for purchase. I've sold Sorrow to men who have to appear sad at the death of a rival, Joy to housewives, Hate to soldiers, and I assure you, sir, you are not the first person who wished they could buy Love, and you will not be the last."

Liam rolled his eyes. "And I also wouldn't be the first person to be fooled by a fake 'love potion', nor would I be the last. Excepting, you understand, that I won't. Because I have no intention of buying any 'love potions' from you."

Em spun on his stool, grabbed a bottle from the shelf, grabbed another, and spun back. "Sir, I take no offense at your blatant slander of my wares, and do you know why? Because I have heard the cries of men such as you speak about, men who sell frauds and fakeries and prey upon the gullible. I am accustomed to calumnies and slurs upon my honor as a salesman, but they worry me not. And why? Because I speak the unvarnished truth. And I can prove it." He withdrew a tiny glass from underneath the counter, and poured the tiniest quantity of liquid from one of the two bottles into it. "This, sir, is a sample of my wares, a pure bottled emotion. Drink this, sir, and I guarantee you, you will believe my words."

Liam reached for the cup. "Is it 'Essence of Gullibility', perhaps?" he asked sarcastically. Still, he eyed the liquid and shrugged. The quantity was so small, he assumed that he would be able to weather whatever effects it had upon him. With a gulp, he downed it all.

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, a memory from his childhood struck him. It had been a long time, but the warm sweetness of the summer sun felt like a physical presence as he thought back to a day, twenty years past, of overturning rocks for worms, bending a fish-hook out of a safety pin, and catching a two-pound trout on a piece of string. His friends and family had been amazed at the size of the creature, wriggling on the end of the improvised hook, and they had eaten fresh fish that night...

With a pang of loss, the memory faded again. "That, sir, was pure Nostalgia. I wouldn't recommend indulging in it too often, though. It's always dangerous to live in the past. Especially," and he wiggled the other bottle in his hand, "when the future suddenly seems to be looking up."

Liam gaped, open-mouthed, at the bottle. "How much?"

"Depends on the young lady in question. If she already likes you, I'd say you shouldn't need more than half the bottle. If she doesn't know you exist, you'll probably need the full dose. If she can't stand the sight of you, buy a second bottle just to be safe. Make sure she's looking at you when she drinks it, or she might wind up with some other young man."

Liam stammered out, "I--I meant price. How much? For the bottle, that is. I'll only need the one. Or the half."

Emery scratched his chin. "Seeing as how you're a downtrodden man, I'll call it a bargain. Five hundred dollars."

Liam didn't even attempt to bargain. He practically flung a handful of bills at Em, snatched the bottle away, and ran down the alley with wings of love on his feet.

*****

He arrived back at the library just after closing time. His key let him in, and thankfully Charlotte was still refiling the periodicals before going home for the night. "Oh!" she said with a start. "I hadn't expected you to return so soon. I thought you might have wanted a bit of time to...to think."

Liam smiled. "I've done all the thinking I need to do," he said. "You were honest with me, and no man can demand more than the truth of the heart. Come have a cup of tea with me, as a friend."

Grateful for his kind response, Charlotte couldn't help but agree. When he offered to make the tea while she finished up, she blushed slightly and thanked him for his kindness. He stepped into the small lounge reserved for librarians, and made them each a cup of tea--and to hers, he added slightly more than a half a bottle of pure Love.

After a few minutes, she joined him in the lounge, and he gestured to her cup while picking up his own. Not trusting himself to speak, he simply drank his tea in silence while watching her.

After her first few sips, it seemed as though a light filled her eyes. By the time she had finished the drink, she was breathing hard, her hands simply could not keep still, and the light that had seemed to fill her eyes now suffused her whole body. He smiled at her, gently, and she smiled at him in return. She opened her mouth, closed it again, opened it once more but this time put her hand in front of it, then finally removed her hand. Liam waited patiently for her first words of sweet, gentle love.

"Get your pants off," she said. "I want to see that pretty little ass of yours."

Liam blinked in shock, scarcely able to comprehend the words he'd heard, let alone their presence in the mouth of an angel like Charlotte. Charlotte, for her part, took her chair and wedged it under the doorknob of the door to the lounge. "Just in case someone tries to come in," she said. "I don't have any intention of being interrupted before I'm done with you."

Liam stammered, "I--Charlotte--that is--are you feeling alright?"

She smiled. "I'm feeling wonderful, Liam." She walked back over to where he sat. "But I'm not pleased that you haven't gotten those pants off yet." She grabbed his tie and pulled him to his feet with a strength he scarcely thought possible from her. "Perhaps you need me to give that pretty little ass a paddling before you understand that when I say I want something, I want it now." She reached down and gave his trousers a sharp yank, pulling them down.

"Charlotte," Liam said, looking down then up as if unsure what demanded his attention more, "something's--I mean, you never--"

"You're right, Liam," Charlotte said as she took her own clothes off. "I did never. I never noticed you, I never understood what I was capable of, I never saw how sweet it could be to have you kneeling before Me, your gentle breath on My pussy..." She curled her fingers into his dark hair, and yanked hard, driving him forward onto his knees. "I think I'll make up for lost time now."

Liam tried to speak, to again protest at her sudden change in personality, but his voice was muffled as she pressed his face against her womanhood. "Now, lick," she said. "Do a very good job, and I might just forget about the spanking you so richly deserve."

Liam's face flushed red, and with some effort, he pulled away just enough to speak. "Darling..." he said.

She pulled his hair back, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Mistress."

"Of--of course. Mistress...perhaps we should do this somewhere less public? Your apartment, perhaps, or mine? It...doing this here, in the library, it doesn't seem..."

She grinned, a lustful parody of her former sweet smile. "You'll grow used to it," she said. "I plan on using you every day, right here in the library. Perhaps I'll conceal a few toys, fuck your pretty little ass right here in the lounge..." She saw the frightened look in his eyes. "But we'll work our way up to that," she said. "For now, I'll let you have your way--but expect a punishment for contradicting your Mistress, My sweet slave. Meet Me at My apartments in four hours." She pulled her dress back on, leaving her undergarments on the floor. "I have some shopping to do."

Liam pulled his clothes back on. Me too, he added silently. Me too.

*****

When he returned to the crooked alley, he half-expected the shop to be gone, just like the phantom stores in the children's tales. But the little stall was there, and Emery was just locking it up for the evening. When he saw Liam coming, though, he paused in his work.

"Back for something more already, sir?" he asked. "Perhaps a bit of Acceptance for the parents, or just a dram of Lust for those special occasions?"

Liam slammed the green bottle down on the counter. "I want to know what you did to Charlotte, sir! She's gone mad! Your 'Love' has transformed her from a sweet and gentle maid to a wanton whore and a brazen trollop! Tell me what is in this, sir, or I'll--I'll--"

Em picked up the bottle. "Calm down, sir, calm down. All that's in this," he said, holding up the bottle to the fading sunlight, "is the purest, simplest love that--oh." He bit gently at his lower lip.

"'Oh'?" Liam was red with anger now. "Is that all you can say? 'Oh'? What does 'oh' mean?"

Emery rubbed his head, disturbing the few remaining hairs. "Well, it looks like this particular bottle isn't quite pure." He held up the bottle again. "See the little black specks in there? That's a touch of Pride, a slight dash of Lust, a tiny bit of Perversion, and a speck or two of Ambition. She loves you, alright, but..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "She's going to be very particular about how she expresses that love. Might be a bit of a shock, sir, if she was as delicate a woman as you say."

"Oh. A bit of a shock. Yes, I see. That describes it perfectly, doesn't it? Charlotte behaves like--like--she does things I can't even describe to you, sir, and all you can say is that it's a 'bit of a shock'? What the devil do you plan to do about it?"

Em looked down at his shoes for a long moment. "Well, I'm only the seller--the problem is in the draught, sir, which is the fault of the bottler. Now, I can put you in touch with the man who does that, but I'll warn you now he's a temperamental man...and I use 'man' in the purely metaphorical sense. He's not one to suffer complaints lightly. Even if you do catch him in a good mood, the best he'll be able to do is undo the effects of the potion, leaving you in the same boat you were in when you came to me. Before you try that, I suggest this." He reached back onto the shelves, and pulled out another green bottle. "Have her drink the full bottle of this, and I think that you'll be happier with the results than you might have imagined. And, since you've had such a hard day, I think I can give this to you at a substantial discount. Only a thousand dollars."

Liam bristled with fury. "You're charging me for it?"

Em had the decency to compose his features into a sympathetic expression. "When a man needs a life preserver, sir, it doesn't become him to ask questions of his rescuer. It's a rare and precious emotion I'm selling you, sir, and during a time when I have you over a barrel. Consider it a mark of our true friendship and my sincere regret that I'm letting you have it so cheap."

Liam snarled, but pulled out his wallet and slammed another bill onto the table. He grabbed the bottle, and stalked off without another word.

*****

When Liam arrived at Charlotte's apartments, four and a half hours had passed since they parted at the library. The moment he arrived at her rooms, he could tell she wasn't happy.

She had found an outfit of dark red leather, one which clung to her like a second skin. It wasn't simply immodest, it was the antithesis of modesty--her breasts and womanhood were totally exposed, the leather cunningly worked to leave those most shocking parts of the anatomy open to the air. She held a riding crop in her hand, and her expression was one that suggested she'd been hoping he would transgress her latest commands. "You're late," she said, a wicked grin on her face. "Get your clothes off and get into the position for punishment."

Liam held out the bottle. "I--I'm sorry I was late, er, Mistress. I was procuring you a..." he thought fast. "A tribute! This rare cordial, for your pleasure."

She took it from his hand. "Thank you, slave," she said, removing the cork. "Don't think this gets you off the hook, though." She drained a gulp of the bottle. "I'm still planning to redden that sweet...sweet..." She shook her head as if to clear it, and drained another draught of the liquid. "I..." With a shudder, she gulped the rest of the fluid down. "Amazing, pet. Amazing."

Liam watched her carefully. "Do you feel...different?"

She closed her eyes for a long moment. "I do. I feel...I..." She opened her eyes--no, Her eyes--again and fixed them on Liam, and it was as though he had gazed into a newborn star. "I feel amazing," She said. She stepped forward, radiating power and majesty. Liam dropped to his knees, struck by Her beauty as though he was in the presence of a god. Perhaps, he thought absently, he was.

"You're still wearing clothes," She said, and Liam ripped three buttons getting them off as fast as he could. "Good boy."

Liam fell to his hands and knees, his penis hard as a rock, and begged for the crop. She smiled down at him--and how could he have ever seen that as anything but perfect? Her smile made him felt desirable, wanton, aroused and helpless like he belonged to Her, and he understood now how true that was... She stepped forward and slashed the crop down in a single stroke, and he shivered with a potent mixture of pleasure and pain. "Count for Me," she said.

"...one..." he gasped out. She reached down with Her other hand and gently stroked his flesh, then whipped the crop down again. "...two..." Every stroke of the crop made him whimper, but he managed to keep the count as She brought the crop down again and again, punishing him so sweetly...he gasped in pleasure just from knowing that She was pleased with Her pet.

When She had reddened his cheeks to Her satisfaction, She sat down in the room's only chair and beckoned him forward with Her legs spread. He eagerly crawled forward, and this time She needed no hands on his head to press his face into Her pussy. He licked ravenously at her flesh, circling Her clit again and again with his tongue, licking deep into Her wonderful pussy and feeling Her sweet juices run out onto his tongue as She came again and again. The perfect scent of Her womanhood made him swoon, but he was already on his knees. All he wanted to do was please Her. All he could do was please Her.

Finally, She allowed him to stand. "Stroke yourself," She said, and he could not help but obey. "That's right--your cock is Mine, now, Liam. I control its pleasure, I control its needs, I control you." liam gasped helplessly with arousal, gazing at Mistress Charlotte's beauty like a desert dweller looking upon an oasis. "I am a merciful and loving Mistress, so I will give you pleasure, but you must understand that it is mine to give." liam stroked faster now, panting with need. "I am your Mistress, and you are My pet, My slave, My obedient plaything, and simply knowing that gives you pleasure. Now, slave..." She leaned back to watch... "Come for Me." With a final tortured moan, liam's cock shot semen all over Charlotte's feet and legs.

"This will be the way of it between us from now on, liam," she said. "Your thoughts on that?"

Liam lay on the floor, gently kissing Her feet. "i live to please You, Mistress," he said.

*****

The next morning, Em opened his shop as usual. Yesterday had been a good one as far as he was concerned. Got rid of the last of that tainted batch of Love, sold some Charisma, and it seemed like that boy would be another satisfied customer.

Or at least, he thought as he swigged a bit more of his usual blend of Amorality and Cynicism, one who wouldn't bother him again.

THE END