Madam Raison D'être
by Nanshakh
Madam Raison D'être is triumphant in her stature. With a total look of
indifference, this is a mistress with no affection for slaves. No feeling for
the mere desperate mortals that are her slaves below her feet. Look at her, no
need to even try to contemplate her splendour. There she stands, totally out of
reach, totally unobtainable. Unaware of your mere existence and she has no
interest in you. Just with one look, she will cast her spell upon you, and when
you are truly hers and have given all of yourself, she will crush you, like an
insect under her shoe.
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She has the faint irony of the belle Dame sans merci, the sophistication of
the Maîtresse des maîtresses. She encapsulates the Three Graces, the Goddess's
of charm, beauty, and creativity. She knows how to use her charm with her
feminine arrogance. She has tamed it and caressed it and made it her own. She
will put a spell on you, and you will be hers. The power she will have unleashed
on you without even noticing, or caring. As you get lost in your contemplation
and become hypnotised by the light playing in her black curls. You will not hear
her whisper blowing into your soul, it harbours a deadly weapon. Curled up in
the wisps of her perfume, swirling innocently in the froufrou of her magnificent
costume. The shimmering tentatively in the smoothness of her stockings. Hidden
in the deepest blue shade of her eyes, and yet as deadly as beauty has ever
been, you will never have seen it coming. The blow of the mistress is as fatal
as a kiss from the black widow spider, within the web she weaves around you. She
will hold you captive ready to be devoured at her whim.
Raison D'être eyes will pierce through you without even seeing you, like a
knife in your heart, then...and only then it will be too late for you. The
vertigo of your downfall will make you gasp in delight, and a silent scream of
anguish will echo throughout your body for ever. Then you will know the deadly
secret, which captivates you behind her smile. As you will see your very
existence fading lest she desires to play with you, her new toy. She quite
simply will look down at you and acknowledge your fatal enslavement, with the
slightest smile and lick of her crimson lips. You will be lost and it will be a
never ending fall, the bottom of the abyss will never come. You will always
frantically crave her supreme femininity. And yet, she may just even glance upon
you, not even then, not even as your destiny dissolves hopelessly into her
realm, will you ever truly please her, you are just an object to amuse, to
tease, enslaved forever... there's no hope for you, because you are hers, and
hers alone.
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