Tag: Marquesa

Goddess Anonymous

The following story is a great satirical fantasy and I enjoyed reading it immensely but I would never want any of My slaves to do anything that would lead to them being anything other than successful in all walks of life.  With that said… enjoy!

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“My name is John, and I’ve worshiped Goddess Marquesa for twelve years,” said the man at the podium.

“Hi John,” said the twelve men and three women seated in folding chairs arrayed facing the podium.

“I see some new faces tonight,” John observed, assuming an official air. “Welcome all. We were one of the first chapters of Goddess Anonymous here in the state. As you regular members know, the organization now has chapters in all fifty states and 35 countries overseas, and continues to grow. Our administrative costs are paid for by voluntary contributions, so if you can spare a dollar or two and would like to donate, we’ll pass the hat at the end of the meeting. Right now I would like to give the podium to a new member. When I step down please don’t be shy. If this is your first meeting come on up and share.” 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…

THE SUBMISSION- Part 3

The Monday night following paul’s humiliating and degrading weekend under Goddess Marquesa’s  carefully planned and deviously devised hypnotic session in front of an audience of  Her close friends and clientele and featuring her very muscular and athletic wrestling/bodybuilding acquantainces , one male and one female,   paul was reluctant to answer the phone answering machine which  revealed that Marquesa was following up sooner than he could have imagined.   For  paul was still very fatigued and exhausted from the weekend of combined anguish,  and yet thrilling and exciting fantasy fulfillment beyond anything he could have imagined.   But the reluctance quickly gave way to the, by now,   deeply ingrained submission and resignation and paul almost automatically and reflexively ran to grab the receiver.   Marquesa’s voice was all too familiar, a slight lustful rasp, and mixed with a deep and luscious resonance that paul was now conditioned to respond to without hesitation and with a deep sense of reverence and desire to obey and submit to. 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…

Heat

 

It is strange how trivial and random the details that will change your life can be. It is one thing if a runaway truck or a hurtling meteor reorders your world, but entirely another when your existence is transformed by something as bizarrely out-of-place as a travel brochure left carelessly in a dentist’s office. I know my dentist could not have placed it there on purpose, he had not provided his patients with anything but outdated issues of the same three magazines in the twenty years that I had been his patient. Some other visitor must have been holding it in hand when the receptionist called, and idly set it down on the side table by the chair in which I would soon sit. Read more…

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