Leg Action September 1998 Magazine ISSN: 1075-6841
TABLE OF CONTENTS
6 THE SMELLS OF BELLE
You'll want a big sniff!
16 FEETS OF PASSION
True toe tales!
20 BEAUTY TREATMENT
Cream over this pedicure!
30 CAMERA CLUB
A collection of your amateur photos!
52 PEEP SHOW
A leggy lass gets caught with her thighs parted!
58 NURSE FEELGOOD
She cures what ails you!
70 BABY DOLL SEDUCTION
Her nightie does the trick!
74 A VERY FRESH SQUEEZE
Her lemonade is sweet indeed!
122 MIDNIGHT SHOW
She is quite the sight!
PUBLISHER'S DECREE
TO THE MANOR BORN!
As I humble myself to write this, it's a dreary day outside and your Goddess is
not in a good mood. You know, it's not easy being in a class by yourself. I have
no equals, no one on my level to share my experiences with. So, let me talk down
to you rabble and get a few things off of my chest. Pay attention and you'll learn
a lot!
I constantly get mail from you, asking me to reveal more about myself. Don't you
get it yet? You're not worthy of any personal information. Yet, perhaps if you
learn a little more about me, your level of respect and awe will rise and I may
feel as if I'm finally getting my due.
From the time I was a young girl, I knew I was destined for greatness. My family
was far from wealthy, and even though I had to go without a lot of the advantages
other kids had, everyone who came in contact with me felt I was something special.
I was always smarter than everyone in my class, more outgoing and determined,
plus I was always the prettiest girl in my age group, I always felt different,
too. I didn't relate to the other girls because I knew they were jealous. And,
of course, I held the boys in contempt because even then I realized they were
beneath me. I felt superior, and I knew I was.
During my teen years I really blossomed. My beauty and intelligence were beyond
compare. I used to laugh at how guys couldn't get up the nerve to ask me out,
They would fumble and stumble, blush and stammer. I'd say, "Yes, is there
something you'd like to ask?" then smile pleasantly. That gave them the impetus
to speak up, and after they did I'd laugh in their face and tell them I don't
go out with losers!
It wasn't until I was in college that my sexuality melded with my superiority
to form the perfect creature you now see before you. I especially enjoyed toying
with those guys who thought they were hot shit; you know, the jocks and Prat boys.
I'd weave my spell over them, and once they were suckered in and thought I'd be
easy prey, I turned the tables. I dominated them and turned them into my boy toys,
then I let everyone on campus know how I controlled them. The rush of power I
got from such "games" spurred me on to want to take my superior being
to the next plateau and expand my horizons even further.
From there the story gets very interesting, but, guess what? I'm not going to
tell you any more—at least not for the time being. You don't deserve the
honor of delving any deeper into your Goddess' life. Maybe if you write and beg
me to reveal the rest, I'll consider it. A slave can, after all, always have hope!
But until that happens, you can profusely thank me for providing you with this
superb issue. As always, it's much too good for your kind, but hey, I guess I'm
just a softee at heart! However, I don't want you reading this unless you're down
on your hands and knees and thinking of me as you turn every page. If I feel your
enthusiasm and devotior. here on my queenly throne, I'll return next month-- if
you're lucky!
