Tag: Control

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…

Tabula Rasa (con’t): Day 2 & 3

Day 2

The lights cut out on me suddenly as I was still writing my last entry. It was pitch black in the room, so I gave up writing and felt my way back into bed. She must have me on a sixteen hour “day” in here, though whether the period of lights-on, lights-out I experience correlates in any way to “daylight” in the outside world I couldn’t know.

Today was just as bizarre as yesterday. The lights coming back on in my cell woke me from strange dreams, in which I was being chased by a large golden bird over a barren landscape. I was disoriented for several minutes, and was about to begin pleading incoherently once more when the steel door opened and she entered, bringing me back into focus. Read more…

Birthday Candor

 

 

“Hello,” she answered. I recognized her voice immediately.

“Hi,” I replied scratchily, suppressing a nervous cough.

“This is the Goddess Marquesa,” she said, “to whom am I speaking?”

“My name is Ralph.”

“Well, Ralph,” she purred, “I don’t recognize your voice. Are you a first-time caller?”

“Yes.”

“You are a lucky boy, Ralph. Today is July 1st. Do you know what day that is?”

“No,” I answered.

“It is My birthday.” Read more…

tracie’s JOURNEY TO THE HOOKERS BALL WITH MARQUESA

 

I woke up at the foot of the bed one morning, after a brutal session with Marquesa. My bottom was still red with welts. Marquesa was standing above me with a wicked smile and said She had a surprise for me for Halloween. We were going to the Hookers Masquerade Ball in San Francisco. It is a benefit for a non-profit that helps hookers in various ways, but is turning into a Fetish ball that stops at nothing. Read more…

Training by Audio Recording

I have almost stopped listening to the recording. I’m not sure why. If anything, its effect on me is stronger. When I do listen, I slip easily into that state where I am not intently listening to Mistress’s beautiful voice, I’m just concentrating on the feelings her voice evokes. Sometimes it’s like my body is completely empty and her voice–a single, perfectly formed word–absolutely fills it. I can tell she speaks softly, with her lips almost touching the microphone, because I can feel her breath as she shapes the word. Then it’s as if my whole body is that microphone, and her voice delicately pulses me right down to my toes. Read more…

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