A Spiritual Interlude

                A Dominatrix died. After passing through a bright light she found  Herself on a beautiful tropical island just like ones She had visited in vacations on earth, but instead of being surrounded by a sea of water it was surrounded by a sea of clouds. She was alone on the island but for one man. He was naked, his head shaved, and manacled securely, bent over a wooden frame with his ass in the air and a ball gag in his mouth.

Next to the man was a rack of various whips and other implements of torment. Selecting a riding crop the Dominatrix worked it on the man’s ass for a few strokes. It caused him great pain, but any marks that She inflicted disappeared right away.

“What fun!” She cried.

After an hour or so of beating the man she got bored and felt hungry.  Releasing him from the wooden frame, She commanded, “Go make me some dinner!”

An hour later she found the man roasting a bird over a spit, having made a fire on the beach.

Slap! She struck the man across the face with the flat of Her hand. “Fool! I’m a vegetarian!” She shouted.

After a lovely meal of grilled fruits and nuts, She felt sleepy and had the man make her a bed of soft palm fronds. She had him lie still and cover himself with soft leaves so that she could use his ass a pillow.

The next morning another man was manacled and gagged on the “A-frame.” She played with him for a while, beating him with canes and lashes. Removing his ball gag, she thrashed him with a cat-of-nine-tails while he sucked the cock of the man She had used as a pillow. When pillow-man came She forced them to trade places, and when each had blown a load into the other’s mouth she sent them off to build a shelter for Her and make Her another meal.

Time went by this way for several months. Every morning a new man would appear on the frame, and the Dominatrix would set him to work. Eventually there were so many men on the island that She was able to command them to build Her a palace, where she reigned as Queen. Slaves fanned Her as She lounged on Her throne, being fed grapes and watching men, oiled down and glistening, wrestling for the privilege to be Her bed slave that night, so that they could eat Her pussy or take Her strap-on up the ass.

One day She was being carried along the beach on Her sedan chair, followed by a group of men singing a song that one of them had composed about Her gorgeous beauty, when she saw a strange sight in the sky. It was a woman with golden wings, flying along playing a silver harp.

“Could that be?” She thought. “Yes….it must be…it’s an angel!”

“Halt!” She ordered Her sedan-chair slaves. “Shut up!” She commanded the choir of worshippers.

.                “Hey, you!” She shouted at the angel. “Come down here! I want to talk to you!”

The angel flew down to the beach, a serene smile on her face.

“How can I help You, Mistress?” the angel asked.

“I’m curious,” the Dominatrix said. “Is this Heaven?”

“Of course it is,” the angel answered, still smiling.

“That seems strange….” The Dominatrix mused. “You see, back on earth I did some questionable things. In my vanilla job I embezzled almost a million dollars from a company owned by this sexist pig I worked for. I meant to give it back, but I never got the chance before my sudden death. I’m surprised that despite my peccadillos I have come to Heaven.”

The angel furrowed her brow uncomfortably, and stuttered, “I-I-I’m sorry, Mistress…You misunderstand.” Gesturing to the men standing all around, listening wide-eyed, the angel explained, “This is Heaven for them.”


The End

Rites of Spring

In the Spring a full Pink Moon casts rosy tints upon the sea,

In the Spring a young sub’s fancy deeply turns to thoughts of………..Me.

That is what Tennyson wrote. Well…..it’s what he would have written if I had the chance to be alone with him for a few minutes.

It’s Spring, pets, and that means you can feel it. That energy pulsating up from the earth. The vital, creative force. The life returning to the world all around you. It makes you soar. It makes you thrill. It makes you…..HORNY.

There is only one place that you can direct that energy, My sweet subbies. Bring it to Me. Lay it on My altar. I am the Vernal Goddess of the season…..the Beacon of Light and Life that haunts your waking dreams and your deepest fantasies.

Come, I am ready. I am what brings the blush back to the flower and the song back to the Garden. I will take you down deep and raise you up high. Do you have a choice? I will let you decide…..HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA


Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean
Jack ate all the lean,
Joan ate all the fat.
The bone they picked it clean,
Then gave it to the cat


For whatever reason, lean was the only kind of meat Jack could eat.
And his wife could only consume whatever sort of fatty meat they were having.

If Joan or Jack had married someone who only ate what they did, a lot of the meat they had would have been wasted.
Because Jack only fared on what his wife did not–and vice versa: By working together, none of the meat they had went for naught.

In My exquisite, extensive, exciting experiences, one size never has and never will fit all comers.
No matter what they genuinely offer up, no subbie is a fine fit for any and all Dominants.
And despite what anybody says, writes, thinks, feels, assumes, declares, guarantees, or whatever–irrespective of what They bring to the table, the dungeon, or the play room, there is not, and cannot be, one Dominant, or genre of Dominant who will be perfect for all the kinds of subs there are.

And BTW- Jack and Joan need a lesson in animal care.  Perhaps they need a spanking or better yet a cat’o’nine tails whipping  to remind them that cats are superior creatures.

That’s right! Lose yourself & Find your way in OUR EMERALD EYES!


I’m firmly convinced each of us benefits from an encouraging jump start, a motivating recharge, from time to time.
Many a creative individual has looked for some way to get around, leap over, tunnel under, or dig through their particular version of writer’s block’s blockading stumbling block.


Throughout the centuries, numerous artistic types have focused on and even appealed to one or more of the Muses to get their delicious ingenuity juices flowing freely.


The Muses are a group of from 3 to 9 goddesses–each of whom was an Artesian wellspring for one or more of the arts. Sightless Homer was one of the enlightening luminaries who throughout the centuries called upon the Muses for aid.

The influences of the Muses remain present in our modernistic, technology-driven times. Words like “amuse”, “museum”, “music”, “musing”, and their derivative terms remain a fixture in the English language.


Nowadays, the Muses are considered the sources of all sorts of inventive endeavors within and beyond the realms of the arts.

Like the Muses, the Graces are a group of goddesses entwined in people’s appreciation of feats promoting pleasures and beauty.

They are often coupled with and worshiped as sources of ingenuity, loveliness, persuasion, fertility, and pleasures.

Our modern word “charisma” arises from ancient Greek root words which gave birth to the group name for the Graces.

Femininity’s forces extend into realms beyond inventiveness and enjoyments.

The Fates are a group of goddesses who measure and determine the life span of each mortal.

So powerful are the Fates, even the Olympian deities dared not attempt to change any decree one or more of them pronounced. “Fatal” and other related words come to us from stories of the Fates.

Due to their connections with pleasures and inventiveness, the Graces and the Muses are in some ways similar.

The Furies are somewhat akin to the Fates. The Fates handled the destinies of all mortals.

However, the Furies were responsible for exacting vengeance upon the most wicked kinds of evildoers..

The Muses and the Graces, for enjoyments and inspirations.
The Fates and the Furies, in their hands dwell destiny and retribution.
Goddesses they all.
From divine womanhood, they call!

Influence, Control, Domination, and Inspiration are among a Worthy Superior Lady’s Powers and Persuasions.

That’s right! Lose yourself & Find your way in OUR EMERALD EYES.

Any Artist’s First Great Work is Herself

Have you ever wondered why you find Me so irresistible, pet? Of course you have. Wondering is completely natural. Wondering can’t hurt. In fact, understanding a little bit about why you can’t stop thinking about Me, why My every word and gesture makes your heart race and your cock hard, can only bring you deeper into My web of seduction.

So pull up a chair, take out your notebook, and listen to Professor Marquesa. I am going to explain yourself to you a little bit. Don’t worry, pet. This won’t hurt. It begins with a trip back in time, to 1821.

In February of that year a little girl was born to proud parents in County Sligo, Ireland. She was given the name Eliza Rosanna Gilbert. If you Google that name, you’ll get about 7,400 hits. Not bad, for a little girl born 201 years ago. But if you Google the name “Lola Montez” you get 470,0000 results. And in the difference between those two numbers- 7,400 and 470,000- lies some of the explanation for why you find Me so irresistible.

You see, by the year 1850 or so almost no one had heard of Eliza Gilbert. But by then EVERYONE on at least two continents had heard the name “Lola Montez.” They were the same person, of course. But Lola Montez was the only one to decide who Lola Montez was, and that made her a Superstar.

Like Me, Lola was gorgeous. You can see it in photographs of her that still survive. But in the world of toxic male supremacy of the 1800s, being gorgeous and a nickel would get you a cup of coffee (Starbucks hadn’t opened yet, obviously). Lola thrived on talent and moxy. After some time in India (where she ditched a husband) and London, she became famous as a Spanish dancer in Europe. She settled for a while in Paris in the 1840’s, where the composer Franz Liszt fell under her spell, then the novelist Alexandre Dumas (you’ve heard of the Three Musketeers? Count of Monte Cristo? The Man in the Iron Mask? All him). She eventually made a love-slave of the biggest newspaper publisher in France, which of course didn’t hurt her publicity. When he died in a duel over her honor, she moved to Munich.

There she met King Ludwig I of Bavaria, who of course fell madly in love with her. He gave her the title Countess and became her complete puppet. She used her power to advance progressive change, attracting the usual haters. Cabinet ministers fell to her influence. Half the students at Munich University adored her, half of them despised her, causing violence that shut the school down. When the Revolution of 1848 finally forced Ludwig to abdicate, Lola left, eventually making her way to the U.S.

Here in the U.S. Lola became famous as a dancer and actress, starring for a while in a play about her adventures in Bavaria. She toured Australia and then came back to the U.S., where she embarked on a career as an author and lecturer, her main expertise being on how women can seduce and possess men. In her wake she left a trail of discarded lovers and husbands.

What was the secret of Lola’s power? The same as Mine. We are both beautiful, yes, but We are so much more. you see, pets, Lola didn’t seduce and control men despite being self-created, she seduced and controlled men because she was self-created. She was her first and greatest work of art, this was the magic that made her dancing, acting, writing and lecturing so compellingly bewitching. She refused to live on anyone else’s terms, she invented herself anew, and that is so rare it is IRRESISTIBLE.

Everyone wants to grow and change, pets. Everyone hopes for new beginnings and fresh experiences. When you  encounter someone who has remade Herself completely, you can’t help but feel, “Wow! If She can do that to Herself, what can She do to me? i have to know….”

That is what I make you feel, pets, and that is why I make you feel it. My first and greatest work of art is Myself. I was not born the Goddess Marquesa de Sade, I made Myself into the Divine force that haunts your dreams, and that FASCINATES you.

I know exactly what you are experiencing now that you have read this. Don’t put it off any longer. Call Me. Drop Me an email. you know you will feel SO much better when you do…..


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