6 CANDY STRIPPER
Quite the aid to her patients!
14 FEETS OF PASSION
True toe tales!
18 FOR THE LOVE OF PANTYHOSE
Lust after her lingerie!
28 BETTER WHORE & GARDEN
A fetish fantasy comes to life!
35 OH, GUARD
She shows no mercy!
44 MEET THE MISTRESS
You're invited into the dungeon!
52 CAMERA CLUB
The wildest amateur photos ever!
56 CHEATER'S TOE
A husband gets a mouthful!
60 THE MILKIEST
Go where no man has gone before!
70 PEEP SHOW
A leggy lass gets caught with her thighs parted!
76 VIDEO FOOTAGE
What's hot, what's not!
84 PUMPING IAN
A babe gets personal with her trainer!
PUBLISHER'S DECREE
A PICTURE'S WORTH 1000 LASHES!
Inlidels, I'm back. You may kiss my picture! Now that your world is once again
complete, I give you permission to offer praise and thanks. I've been sitting
on my throne, pondering what words of supreme wisdom to impart this time around. Since you can only worship my image (that's the closest you dare come to me), I've decided to reveal my thoughts on what it's like to sit for a photo session.
I've just had these exquisite photos of myself taken (don't I look more beautiful
than ever?) and I knew you'd want to know what I was thinking about as I posed for these perfect pictures.
First off, let me stress that I was in a very benevolent mood when I posed. You know why? Because I knew that once these shots were published, thousands upon thousands of adoring slaves would be paying homage to their supreme Goddess. I thought about your dreary lives so in need of meaning. I knew' these pictures
would provide that meaning. I can't begin to tell you how superior I felt as I
sat back in the chair and preened. 1 could actually feel my own power surging
through my loins, my inner strength and beauty creating an energy which, quite
literally, was enough to make me have an orgasm as I heard the click of the camera.
Yes, even I was overcome by my own sexuality and charisma. I pity how profusely
your system must be shocked as you gaze upon me now. If your heart is not strong
enough to withstand my presence, I suggest you quickly turn away and admit you're
too weak to worship at my alter. Your compassionate Goddess almost understands
what that's like!
The longer the photo session lasted, the more powerful felt. I realized that even
though my face isn't visible (if it were, no man alive would be able to be strong
enough to gaze upon my perfection), my beauty is so apparent as to be breathtaking.
When I looked into the camera, I was looking into the very souls of each and every
one of you. I last all sense of time and reality and all I could think of was
to assume command over you. I could see you on your knees, worshiping my feet
as you cried my name. That's why these pictures are so special and unique. Your
Goddess' erotic energy emanates three-dimensionally from these one-dimensional
photos.
Now that I've allowed you this very rare opportunity to get "close"
to me, I expect your devotion to be greater than ever.
That not only applies to me, but to this magazine which I put so much effort into.
I realize you're not worthy of my hard work, but like every benevolent leader
I take pity on my poor subjects. I am not pleased with the tribute I've been receiving
as late. I demand more tokens of your love, more • notes of praise. In order
that your Goddess can be properly savored, I expect you to buy more than one copy
of each issue. Your reward will be the fact that I'll let you worship me even
more and at greater length in months to come.
The only thing left to say is that I really don't think you know how lucky you
are. Imagine being alive at the same time as Goddess M. That in itself is reason to feel blessed. As I take my leave I expect to hear all of you call my name.
Praise must be mine—it is your duty...it is your privilege!
