Mr. X was a wicked man. Full of wicked ideas and ones amplified perhaps by his way with words.
Indeed he had a kind of "serpent's tongue" at times, when talking to women, in effect, because his strong steady masculine voice alone had a seeming hypnotic power over them. He was not afraid to say things which might shock them. He could not help but say things which excited them, and stimulated their own sometimes dark imaginations too.
When he was "recruiting" Mary -- a stunning young woman who *claimed* to be from Kansas, though whether it involved Oz before or after The Tornado she left unclear -- over the course of some period of time and over many meetings first online and then in person he would also send her little stories, here and there from time to time. They were stories meant to serve as proposals and previews for the type of utterly kinky and deeply erotic and arguably rare and even Elite lifestyle he wished to give the young American woman. The kind of life he wished to share, together, with her right by his side.
However, *only* if she said YES to him. Said yes in full -- and enthusiastically -- to ALL the terms of the deal, and without any doubt or hesitation on her part.
Here is one of the imaginary little scenarios he used to entice her:
"There is a party at my place," he wrote to Mary, once, in a so-called E-mail.
"I have about a hundred guests over for the night.
You are there too.
You are nude. Totally nude.
Clean and perfumed and with red rouged cheeks and expensive bejeweled nipples with silvery shiny dangling bits. They have many little diamonds and golden teardrop shapes which hung heavy and themselves caused a pulling pressure downward on each of your beautiful small breasts. And they made your *every* movement or shift in posture a kind of heaven and hell, ones both anticipated and feared -- a kind of exquisite microcosm of how the best and most pretty girls deserve to live. In my opinion, anyway.
I know you don't like anal intercourse so my way of "reminding" others of that fact is to ensure that "my girl's" anus is penetrated by a small metal buttplug with a large green jewel. Its flared flange is so wide it stays inside your tight dirty sphincter easily. Plus I want you to feel even more vulnerable and submissive, both to myself and to all my guests. Tonight you are merely a little Doll and puppet and therefore all that is implied: the complete lack of right to say NO to anything which I decide (solely) that you must endure and experience. In effect I am the Puppetmaster and control all your strings tonight. And so I decide when, where and how all your holes are penetrated, if ever, and certainly by whom.
