Mistress of the Magical Panties
the domestic minx
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There is something sinfully sorcerous about my bottom.
Indeed.
I have a pair of magical panties.
Yes. Magical.
And not just because my fabulous little arse is in them.
Although that helps...
No, dear reader, I assure you they are imbued with a sorcery most sublime, a juju jubilicious, and a mojo most magical.
I know this because, as I slide my little cheeks into them, a most wonderful thing occurs. As the clouds part and shimmer down upon me, in the most luminous of lights a shaft of sunburst shines, filled with a splendour sublime, and within the ethereal chorus of angels, sprung to celestial song upon the engaging of my knickers, there is a simultaneous and irresistible swirl of potency.
And I am filled with a mojo mysterious.
Ah, like a song upon the air it wafts the corridors of my subconscious as I spring to life like a wind-up toy wound and wired; and with a whirring of my engines, I whip and whorl and wheel about my domestic domain as a whirling dervish would.
With a power perspicacious, I have set upon my domestic ministrations with a sureness of spirit not seen since the early 90's. I polish, I preen, I puff and I powder and, as if by magic, those tasks so drearily insurmountable, are performed.
To perfection!
With a flourish of my frivolous and fancy bottom, glass is polished, floors mopped and surfaces shined, their sheen as lustrous as the shimmer upon my cheeks.
Yes, in less than two hours I have tackled three loads of washing, swept and mopped a veritable plantation of timber floors, dusted and polished seven rooms of their surfaces, cleansed and disinfected two bathrooms and restored a kitchen to its former glory.
And yet I appear not to have left my chaise longue, upon which I recline now to wonder awhile at the fascination that flirts with my fanny.
It is a titillation indeed that something indefinably fabulous and fascinating lies within this fabric fey. For while they are a pretty thing, ashimmer and delightful upon my derriere as a kiss upon the cheek, the beguilement of their beauty is most certainly a delirious disturbance.
And as I close my eyes to their viridity, the green sheen as deliciously verdant in its decadence as a forest primeval, I suspect they be as wicked as the wormwood and as artful as the artemesia that imbues my snifter of absinthe..
Ah yes, dear reader, I am La Fée Verte.
I am The Green Fairy!
I fold my wings behind me, stretch my legs upon the chaise longue, readjust my necromantic knickers and gaze into the middle distance of my mundane ministrations,
alas undone...
Hmmm...La Belle Epoque indeed..
And this absinthe is kicking my arse.
Just as well I am still Mistress of these Magical Panties.
I shall keep them on, I think, just in case...
Absinthe is often referred to as la Fée Verte ('The Green Fairy') because of its coloring, typically pale or emerald green.
The effects of absinthe have been described by artists as mind opening and even hallucinogenic and by prohibitionists as turning good people mad...
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Oh Mistress of the Magical Panties:
Do tell me where you got those wicked green panties, my friend! I need a pair! FAST!
You are a wordsmith beyond compare and your arse is most definately sassy, Lassy. Only you can turn a tale about some underwear and house cleaning into something so...decadent.
My tired little black cotton thong is hanging it's head in shame. Hee.
xoxo
Mistress M
Ah, dearest Margot,
One needs three things only for such a tantalizing titillation:
The madness certainly helps, I must say...
Delicious delusion is the delirious result.
It doesn't get the house clean, clearly...
But what a reverie..
Indeed!
It does wonders for the undergarments too.
I might never take mine off...
xox
You are quite mad, aren't you, lovely minx?
In the most enchanting way. I feel I am under your spell.
Of course I am a little mad, dear Eddie...
Deliciously so!!
I feel inclined to make you do my bidding...
xox
I am in dire need of your panties....
Ah, now that sounds an intriguing proposition, darling Meleah...
Perhaps I should arrange an absinthe ritual with the subsequent conjuring of this delightful Green Fairy.
There is nothing like a pair of Magical Panties for whipping through those household chores!
Or at least believing that one is...
Ah, sweet delusion...
xox
I am so blue...need your green fairy to take away the blues :(
Oh my poor darling girl!!!
I cannot have you blue, sweet thing!
I will conjure some sympathetic magic to turn your blue to green!
Oh, Blue Fairy be gone!
Enter La Fée Verte.
The Green Fairy is transformative and tantalizing, a favourite with bohemian artists and thinkers.
If any girl deserves a pair of her Magical Panties, it is you, darling...
So..
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for La Fée Verte.
Lo, it will be my magic in action!!
I do hope it cheers you up!
Kisses.
xox
dearest-o-Minx ::
i can only say that your lingual libations have swirled me a'boot as if i had drank yer entire carafe of Absinthe... me believes ‘You’ bring the Magic to thy Panties...oui!
...i'm still a’float'n...surreal lucidity, ahhhhhh!
Thank you delectable Minx yoo are.
~julian
Ah Julian darling...
how the lovely libations loosen my tongue, untied and titillated with such mellifluous magic...
There is nothing like floating on a sea of surreal lucidity..and absinthe...
I do believe in fairies, I do!!
Especially La Fée Verte!
I'm glad you do too, darling man...
Join me in a toast to Her Viridity and the Good Health and Prosperity of Magical Panties the world over!!
Cheers!
xox
keep the underware... send me some absinthe!!!!!!
Oh I will darling!
But don't be surprised if funny things start happening downstairs....
"Oh ho ho, it's magic, you know..."
xox
Absinthe is nice. Your panties sound lovely as well.
Still revelling, all emotions tickled.
xxx
Indeed, dear Whit, my panties are marvellous.
They are magical, are they not?
The absinthe helps, of course.
Great stuff!
xox
I do hope so, my darling Rebecca!
There's nothing quite like a rev and tickle!!
Mmm...sounds rather like my necromantic Knickers at work!!!
xox
Ah, you see, the absinthe she is not legal here. I have friends who are believers. I've not yet imbibed.
I suppose my Boschendal and my black lace will have to do for now, but perhaps with pair of naughty boots I can approximate your ritual.
Today my deskside motto is:
"Housework is evil. It must be stopped."
xoxo
Mistress M
:) Thank you - lovely and kind minx!
Hrumph, My boxer-briefs are really not giving me my 7 bucks worth. . .where did I go wrong?
SA
Oh, it is true then...
Absinthe is still prohibited in the US...
Oh Pooh!!
It seems immeasurably unfair that someone as delicious bold and Bohemian as you, dear friend, cannot partake of her illicit pleasures.
It is a ritual indeed, the conjuring of her magic..
I think that's why I am so enamoured.
Oh and the sweet opportunity to commune with my favourite fairy!!
Still, me likey your ritual, nonetheless.
Boschendal, black lace and boots is forever bequiling and bewitching!!!
Indeed, housework is the devil.
I'm avoiding it's evils today!
xox