This story is that of the mortal being that would become the Dark Lord, the tale of his origins and his transformation from mortal to nigh immortal be...ng of dark magic.For there was a time when the Dark Lord was mortal. There was a time when he was able to bleed and feel pain and die. There was a time when he was no different from those that he now seeks to subjugate and destroy with all his power. There was a time before he embraced the darkness and became something more than mortal. There was. She smiled and said it would make her very happy if I would let her please me more often. She gave my cock a big kiss, rubbed it all over her face for a minute and gave it one last suck to make sure she had everything I had to give. Then she pulled up my sweat pants and gave me a gentle little pat on the cock. She quickly put her top back on and asked if I was going to finish the painting tomorrow. I told her that not only would I be over to finish the painting, but that I would be doing it. It was a shame her husband was dead,because she had really enjoyed fucking his brains out afterwards. Perhaps shecould quietly arrange to have sex after the next auto-da-fe with some youngstud who could make her eyes roll back like a shark. She looked around theroom speculatively. The Queen discretely raised her fan to cover her mouth, knowing the lookof a cunt on the hunt. She nodded surreptitiously across the room at a young,black haired buck with the physique of a matador. She whispered. ‘I’ll show it to you on YouTube. Now, pay attention to these two. Watch their faces. Ready. Mistress Cynthia.’ Roxie watched Jason and Christine. I watched Roxie, so I do not know what their faces said, just what went across hers. I had made my point. ‘As a matter of disclosure, Mistress Cynthia will be a name people ask about, should you take the position I am prepping you for. She is a dominatrix, perhaps the dominatrix. Yes, she and I have had a session. No, I will not tell you about it.