The Red Paddle

Krystal rose

Clear glass case

When You look at them

Do You see me?

On my hands and knees

ass bared, soul bared

underneath the Red Paddle

 

Love and pain

pain and Love

each man’s destiny

Aren’t they here?

Perfectly alloyed

in my heart, in my soul

underneath the Red Paddle

 

Strong Right Hand

bright pink flesh

As the contact lands

How much? How many?

Ever i remain

captive heart, captive soul

underneath the Red Paddle

 

 

Pawn

 

Fekrun’s Story (Mistress Marquesa’s Slave)

It was 6:00am and the slave was still lying on the mattress in a corner of the room when Mistress Marquesa walked into the room.  She wore a white sleeveless blouse and a white mini skirt which betrayed the flaming red underwear she had on.  With a pair of transparent short spiked heel ankle boots.

The slave rushed to greet her on all fours as he had been instructed to and went straight to kiss the toe of her pointed boots.

“Stop there and crawl slave, I hate to find you still in bed.”

“I am not in a whipping mood today, but you will suffer just the same.

Lie on your back slave.” She commanded. Read more…

The Journey

The road stretched out ahead as the shoes began their repetitive striking of the pavement. The air crisp and cooly filling his nostrils and lungs. Perfect weather to stretch the legs and push a bit harder today. As the sun sank down, down off the edge of the horizon leaving the dusk to keep the road lit, thoughts turned to the day before. Her brown eyes glanced up at him. She had been pulling a friday night piece of pizza from the box. Her expression mostly unchanging as she said, “no, you’re right.” It was one of those moments. A moment that was inevitable. There was a small voice inside him that said, “I know she’s gonna say Yes, when you’re not around I miss you and it’s totally different. “But she didn’t. She said what his heart thought she would say. The running shoes dug harder into the asphalt.

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In Goddess We Trust

            In one of the most thrilling passages of Her audio trance,
“Eternal Love,” Goddess Marquesa commands the listener to obey Her, the
“Magnificent, Merciless Mistress Marquesa.” The phrasing is exemplary of the
Goddess’s poetic use of language, but above and beyond the lyrical beauty of the incantation itself, i have always felt sweet pleasure at hearing the
Goddess describe Herself as “Merciless.” Her Mercilessness is vital to Her
Beauty, it is one of the qualities that most compels others to love Her.

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It’s A Goddessful Life

A Goddess Marquesa Christmas Adventure

 

Goddess Marquesa took another sip of her eggnog and looked appreciatively at her hostess’s Christmas tree. Mistress Henrietta made a good nog and had good taste in Christmas décor, the Goddess had to give her that. Right at eye level was a charming glass ornament, showing Santa on his hands and knees, ball-gag in mouth, being dominated by a gorgeously boot-clad, whip-bearing Woman. It could have been modeled on a scene six weeks ago, when Goddess Marquesa last saw Santa in person. Read more…

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