Tag: Breasts

Tabula Rasa – Days 4 & 5

Day 4

            Another strange breakfast with my jailer. She made a new condition for my being rewarded today. When I tried to take my usual seat on the opposite side of the table from her she stopped me.

            “Sit here,” she said, gesturing to the side of the table at an oblique angle to her.

            “Why?” I asked.

            “Because there will be another reward if you do,” she explained. Read more…

Transmigration (Part II)

Recently one of my pets discovered this story.  It fits between Transmigration (Part 1) and Transmigration (Part 3) [Use the “Site Search” feature, above, to find and read those stories.]

Enjoy!

 

“No!” whispered the reflection of Anni. “No!” whispered Her voice from inside my throat. The horror and shock of the moment gripped me in disbelief. She had stolen my body, and imprisoned me in Hers.

“NO!” I hollered in defiance, with the commanding voice of Anni. I raised the statue high in the air, and was about to smash it to pieces when a sudden thought crashed into my mind. Read more…

Collared

A story conceived by Goddess Marquesa

A personal note from Goddess Marquesa: This story is a personal favorite of Mine because it references My number one pet. My Beautiful Borzoi.

This has nothing whatsoever to do with taboo subjects such as bestiality.  I would never consider such a story or fantasy.

————————————————————

I had never seen such a beautiful dog before. She darted across my vision just as I looked up from my Tolstoy. It felt like a sign, and was- though of what, at the time, I could never have guessed.

It was a cool, sunny, smog free day, and so I had decided to take my research outdoors. I had been camped out in the park for about an hour, reading and taking notes, when she appeared. She was a black-and-white Borzoi, and was bounding happily across the field on which I sat as if she owned it. Her coat was long and lustrous, her eyes bright with mischief, her frame animated by all the power and graceful agility of her breed. My eyes followed her involuntarily, my research momentarily set aside. Read more…

The Birthday Gift

Dearest, Most Divine and Irresistible Goddess,

 

i composed a story as a gift for Your upcoming birthday, and submitted it on Your site. As usual, i found embarrassing errors on reading it over. An improved and corrected draft is copied below and attached to this message. i hope that plans for the celebration of Your birthday proceed apace, and that this message finds You blissfully content, despite the many trying experiences that You have endured in recent months.

 

Yours adoringly,

 

pawnofYours

 

 

The Birthday Gift

 

*A story in anticipation of Goddess Marquesa’s Birthday on July 1

 

Goddess Marquesa looked at the young woman seated cross-legged across from her, lounging in one of the plush chairs in the Goddess’s parlor as if she owned it. The guest’s chestnut-auburn hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, she wore a tight-fitting red satin dress, cut low to emphasize her ample breasts and short to expose her long, shapely legs. One black stiletto heel dangled from her right foot as she allowed her calf to bob lazily from her knee, as if determined to project unself-conscious ease. Read more…

On the Couch

 “Youre trembling. Youve recently had a traumatic experience,” Doctor Weiss said.

        “Yes,” Robert replied.

        “Lets talk about it,” Weiss encouraged from behind where Robert lay. “Try to relax.” Read more…

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox

Join other followers: