Dante stood in the center of a large ornate room and looked around at the many cases that were full of some of the finest pieces of... well, some would call them art. A mischievous grin curled his lips as he walked up to one of the cases and rocked back the glass top. On a velvet pillow was a piece of Moche pottery. The Moche were an ancient Peruvian culture of sailors that often depicted sex acts as a way of life in their art. This piece of pottery was no different. It depicted a man bent over a kneeling woman. The act they were performing left little to the imagination.
Dante ran his hand over the warm clay as he felt a surge of magical energy from it. Images of an ancient sexual act filled his head. The clouded image was of the inside of a wooden ship where a man was holding a woman down against a table. His heart pounded as he felt as if he were there. He watched as the sailor plunged his hard cock inside her. Her sounds of lustful pleasure filled the room. The image started to fade as he drew back his hand. He had spent many hours here watching the ancient sexual rituals of this long-forgotten civilization.
This one, like many of his other pieces, carried with it an otherworldly power. It was like the sexual memories of the past were captured in this artifact to be enjoyed by anyone that touched them.
He laid the glass top back in place before turning to another case. This one held Caligula's Laurel Wreath. The unknown magic that had given it power had also kept the flowers fresh. He had set it on his head many times and like the Peruvian pottery, he was treated to images of one of Caligula's many orgies.
"Perhaps, I'll enjoy those memories of debauchery at another time," thought Dante as he trailed his hand across the glass that contained the emperor's crown.
Dante stood there for a moment as he reached into his pocket and grasped one of his other treasured collectibles. He considered it one of his most prized possession. Whereas some of his pieces carried with them the power to convey living memories of the sexual experiences, this one, like a few others in his collection, was unique.
He thought back, reminiscing about how it was obtained...the story as unique as the item itself.
It all started four years ago on a trip to France. He was wandering the streets of the lovely French port city of Rouen when he came upon a small antique shop. Upon entering, he noticed the small rectangular black box directly across from him. The owner of the shop approached him as he stepped up to the shelf.
In broken English, the shop owner offered, "So you see something you like, Monsieur?"
Dante opened the box. Inside he found the most exquisite piece of fine black silk that he had ever seen.
He turned to the shop owner, "Can you tell me something about the contents of this box?"
The shop owner smiled briefly, ready to go into his prepared sales pitch. Even though he knew it could not be confirmed, he told him what he had heard in hopes of making a sale.
"Well Monsieur, this thin piece of silk was a blindfold owned by a notorious French aristocrat, Donatien Alphonse Francois, Marquis de Sade, whose sexual exploits are legendary."
Dante considered this. He had heard of the Marquis de Sade, but there was no way this was actually his... or was it? After all, he had been a Frenchman who believed in absolute sexual freedom. He was also known for taking woman sexually, both consensually and non-consensually, and owning a blindfold like this would be quite normal for someone of his taste.
Looking closer, Dante spied the small strip of parchment tucked under the cloth. Pulling it free, he read the text and to his dismay, it was completely in French. "Avec cela, vos rêves les plus fous seront remplies," it read.
He handed the card to the shop owner and said, "Could you translate this for me?"
The shop owner read it. "Monsieur, I'm not sure what it means, but it says... With this, your wildest dreams will be fulfilled."
Dante smiled as he thought about the words and how they intrigued him, but more importantly, if there was even the smallest chance this actually did belong to the Marquis de Sade, he had to have it. After a small negotiation, he talked the shop owner into parting with it.
The shop owner called after him as Dante walked out, "Thank you for your purchase Monsieur."
Dante didn't mess with the black box again until he was back at his hotel. Setting the box on the table in front of him, he lifted the top again. He was amazed at the look of the silk as he reached down and slipped it from the box.
As soon as he had it in his hand, he heard French words in his head, "Vous devez réveiller ce que vous désirez."
He was not the type to be spooked easily and found the words more curious than frightening. He knew he did not speak French, so they were not his own. The words sounded strange yet familiar to him.
Pulling the internet up on his phone, he typed the French words into the translator. The translation intrigued him as it showed, "You must awaken what you desire," on the screen.
His trip over, he was comfortably seated on his plane for the flight back to the States. Sitting there, he pondered the translation which had left him with more questions than answers. What could it signify? How would a piece of cloth help him achieve what he hungered for? Just questions, no answers.
It wasn't until he was back in New York City for a few months that the blindfold's true power manifested.
Saera had joined him as the financial officer for the largest auction house in New York City. She was quite lovely but hid behind a prudish sensibility. The hairstyle and clothes she chose reflected how she wanted to be seen. Every day she would come to work with a tight bun and either a navy blue or black suit. Dante could not recall ever seeing her in a sexy outfit. He thought to himself that it was like working with a librarian.
By chance, today he had put the blindfold in his pocket and, upon entering the auction house, he saw Seara across the large room. She had been away for a few months setting up his new auction house in Tokyo and had just returned.
As to be expected, she was dressed in her traditional navy-blue suit and tight bun. "Prends-la, elle est à toi," was not what he expected to hear in his head as he looked at her. The French voice was soft as he felt the folded black silk warm in his pocket.
He walked across the room and once outside of his office, he instructed his secretary, "Jenny, hold my calls for the afternoon, I'm not to be disturbed."
Jenny looked up from her desk. "Yes, Sir."
Dante walked into his sparsely decorated office. He enjoyed a modest amount of luxury. There were a large desk and a plush leather couch. On the other wall, there were shelves filled with artistic keepsakes that he had collected from around the world. He walked around his desk and set the folded blindfold down in front of him.
He quickly typed the words into his search engine, "Prends-la, elle est à toi," which translated as, "Take her, she's yours."
He swallowed hard as he read it again, then again, "Take her, she's yours" But how? Could the blindfold somehow be used to seduce her?
As he was considering it, the blindfold grew even warmer. He had not realized his hand was still resting on it. The warmth of it brought back the words written on the card: "With this, your wildest dreams will be fulfilled."
Dante considered Saera for a moment. She was pretty under all that prudish attire and he had often wondered what it would be like to have her. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
