Tag: Kneel

Tunnel of Love

“Why have you come here?” Goddess Marquesa asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered, and it was the truth. She had agreed to a private meeting with me only after much pleading, but I could not identify the root of my pressing need. “The trance sessions I’ve had with you have been wonderful, but lately I don’t feel myself. Look…” I held up my hand, palm down. It trembled involuntarily. “I can’t make it stop. I have trouble sleeping. I can’t focus at work. What’s happening to me? Can you help me with this?” Read more…

Past, Present, and Future

Have you heard of Violet Gordon Woodhouse (1872-1948)? Not many people have, which says much more about the sad state of society than it does about her. She was a brilliant musician, the greatest performer of baroque music in the world, perhaps in human history. Her recordings of composers like Bach are still appreciated today. Read more…

Mona Lisa Smile

It all started because of a bad review. An influential local blogger had panned my gallery exhibition the day after it opened. “Ivan Griel’s paintings lack depth and vibrancy,” the post began, and went downhill from there. It was the first time anyone had said or written anything so negative about my work, and it flummoxed me. Read more…

Saturday with Mistress Marquesa

This time I’ve bitten off more than I could chew, not to say I have any regrets because I don’t, but I was with people who have been at this for a long time and I felt like a freshman. The events of this week began with an invitation to spend time with Mistress M. on Saturday and that it was just for fun, a social gathering and that it was not going to be a session, “How could I say no?” Read more…

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…

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