Tag: Black Leather

tommyboy gets a prince albert!

 

Mistress asked me to write this for Her web site.  Now, i couldn’t be happier to contribute something like this to Her ‘temple’ online, in a sense to let new would-be slaves get an idea of where Mistress Marquesa can really take a slave, and maybe also to broadcast what a good boy i’ve been to everyone else. But i’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, or one to write on something like this for ready access to millions of computers worldwide.  Then again, i’ve never before been one to take part in the kind of thing i’m going to write about…

i first met Mistress Marquesa about three months ago (January 1999).  i’m a once and future LA native, now residing in Phoenix.  i came back to town for a week and  decided to make a top priority of indulging my submissive fantasies for the first time.  The LA Weekly and LA Express led me to the Web and eventually to Mistress’ very well done web site that you all are perusing now.  It wasn’t about 15 minutes of reading and looking at what Her Highness had to offer, judging by what was on Her site, that i decided that She definitely looked like the real McCoy, the dominant female i dreamed would take me down to the place of slavery i fantasized about.  After some call bouncing that Monday, including me calling Her voice mail and message lines just to hear Her luscious voice again, She called me and we set our first meeting in a session that following day. Read more…

MY STORY (Another “My Story”)

Goddess Marquesa [pronounced “Mar-key-sa” in line with a carefully reasoned rationale] looked breathtakingly alluring.

She surveyed herself critically in the mirror.  The beautiful woman in the mirror stared back at her.  The face was perfect, as it always had been.  It was a beautiful face.  Feminine.  Naturally.  But with that special element of the eternal female.  Warm.  Soft.  Alluring.  Possessing wisdom & character.  A compelling face.  Good bones – she thanked her genes for the bones.  As every woman knows, having good bones – the brow, cheeks, good jaw – means always retaining a youthful look – not a young girl.  Like a full bodied red wine – or a rose.  Just approaching its absolute peak of perfection.  After all, she wasn’t 20 any longer – thank goodness.  But she sure as hell looked pretty good.  Her bewitching emerald eyes, artfully made-up, were steady – intelligent, bright with the hint of a sparkle – or maybe a glint?  Her generous mouth, flawlessly painted ruby-red lips, was in a state of natural repose, with the hint of a smile – a secret smile of amusement.  ‘La Giaconda’ perhaps?  Perhaps.  Hmmm. Read more…

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