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Mistress
Mike, finding hirself unsatisfied with the same old, same old in
the dungeon, departed hir home in the city to quest the forgotten
hinterlands for something old and something new. S/he roamed the
north woods, swam the shallows of the great waters and delved deep
into the abandoned mazes of the iron mines toiled in by hir for-bears.
At last s/he came to the
place where hir for-bear lay. There s/he found the results
of an ancient craft: skin of beasts and fiber of plant, alchemical
spirits from the bowels of the earth, brought to surface and spun
into great weaves of tremendous strength. There too lay the tools
of this mighty and beautiful work: great punches, blades, shears,
picks and a multitude of stamps. Mistress Mike grasped the great
hammer of hir for-bear and has since swung it down upon
the trappings and tools of hir dungeon, emblazoning thereupon designs
of power and beauty.
Mistress Mike now quests
the land seeking patrons for whom to ply hir trade. S/he is overjoyed
to bring fresh designs and ideas from the ancients to the new initiates
of the kink-dom.
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