Mystress Angelique Serpent. The Vault. Manifestation of a Goddess.

My personal slaves serve Me in many different ways, they are individuals, each with different skills and talents to offer Me. My beloved slave rover has turned out to be a very talented writer, and offers me gifts of witty and intoxicating adoration letters. By our agreement, this writing is Mine to do with as I please, and it pleases Me to share some of it with you.

This story was inspired, he said, by the experience of serving Me as My bath slave one day. rover was a little concerned I would be offended, but had some faith in My sense of humor.

The plant had been called the erection shop, but due to the chill wind of political correctness it had been changed now many years ago.
In a sense though it remained an erection shop. "When the big cat is gone the little mickey mouses come out to play."

And so it was this day; George the supervisor, an aged eunuch, was on leave. His subordinates faced with both inclination and opportunity decided to make the best of a good situation.

Inclination came naturally to their mischevious minds, opportunity presented itself in the form of no George and no orders pending in their sector.

[Fuck that, we did that before and got big shit! If we're going to do anything and catch shit lets make it worthwhile.]

(Yeah!, lets make ourselves a Goddess, a real Babe but not a plaything, a Woman to adore, a Woman to respect, one who you'd crawl through broken glass for just to have the privilege to lick the dust off Her boots.)

{Jeez I hate working with depraved submissives, but what the hell - time is short boys lets go for it. Body first then I'll let you two geniuses do the mind thing since you're so sensitive.}

The three erection elves, as they still insisted on calling themselves, though they were not elves at all, made off to collect the most promising bits from their secret store of parts.

{How's this for a waist? Can almost get my fingers to touch!}
#3z commented as he held aloft his trophy. It was an extraordinary torso indeed, quickly flaring into a sizable rib cage.
To this #1x applied the longest most slender legs in the shop.

(Fuck, an inseam longer than mine, and I'm 6'2" - a little improbable, don't you think?)

{Yeah - and just think only a select few lips and tongues will know the honour to touch thereupon.}

{Fuck it, we're always in trouble, that's why they stuck us here in special projects.}

{No generic model heads, please, no bimbo babe heads, no more biker chick stuff and fuck the cliche man killer stuff!}

{Face of an Angel - an Angel of Darkness bringing light! Oh wow, The Lady with the Whip.}

[Check out the eyes, huge. And this babe, pardon me gentlemen, this Woman, this Sublime Creature, this dream made incarnate - man can that mouth smile, and laugh. Those eyes, they can laugh all by themselves. Shit this is one hell of an expressive Lady!]

{Yeah right faggots! Looks like Pippi Long Stockings crossed with Carol Bouquet, but you're right, one hell of a combination. Stick it on let's see how She looks.}

[Wow, holy fuck! I think I'm going to die! Okay, I'm convinced there is a Goddess!]

(Why do we always leave this to the last? - What are we going to go for this time - cute and perky?)

{Jeez, this is enough to make me beg for a collar and have my ass branded with Her insignia!}

{We need a mind to fit the body - Okay quickly now - genius IQ, confident, yet sensitive ... big on the sensitive, sensitive and empathetic, toss in a little temper to go with the hair, ..artistic, caring...}

[Enough with the caring stuff - we're going to end up with Mother Theresa here!]

[Lots of Priestess - Witch stuff, a little of the left over Joan of Arc, lots of Florence Nightingale, and some miscellaneous introspective, romantic suffering during early adulthood to bring Her to full fruition in Her thirties.]

No, I do not take myself too seriously....

The Manifestation of a Goddess.