Tag: Marquesa

Atonement

        She stood over me silently for several minutes. Nothing is more terrifying than her silence. I knelt obediently, eyes downcast, unable to resist stealing glances at her through my peripheral vision. She is soooo beautiful. Standing tautly erect, her magnificent legs and tits, her regal air, drew every ounce of my energy toward her with irresistible magnetism. Her face, cast in fury, was so gorgeous I felt like my heart might explode from the sight. Read more…

Mommy Mesmerist

The Mistress walked into the brokerage firm with the intention of investing some spare cash in a stock she had heard about.  Actually, a slave had blurted out the “inside” information about the firm he owned, revealing that the company earnings would far exceed market estimates.  This would cause the value per share to skyrocket, he had told her. Read more…

At Her Feet 

“I want to p-purchase a Valentine’s Day g-gift certificate for one of your customers,” the man on the other end of the phone said. It was my first day of work at the Cupid Salon. The shop was busy and the boss had barked at me to answer the phone. Something about the man’s voice gave me the chills. He spoke as if he was in a trance. A trance of love. No…..worship. Read more…

An Interview with Bob

INTRO:  As one of the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa’s most favored slaves – so I’m told, and of course I pray that it is really true – I am privileged that I am allowed to perform many tasks in accordance with Her strict orders.

One of the tasks recently assigned to me by Mistress was to interview male submissives and record those interviews.  Because I am just a lowly, stupid slave She allowed start by speaking to a submissive who served Mistress Racquel, the beautiful petite associate of the Marquesa.  This meant that I didn’t have to seek out slaves in the normal commercial B&D clubs. Read more…

Out of the Bottle

            A cloud of purple smoke billowed through the room, and as it cleared a green-skinned man stood in the center of the carpet, wearing a gold turban, a rose-pink vest, and white pantaloons. His dark black beard was trimmed to a sharp goatee.

            “I am your servant, Mistress,” the man declared, pressing his palms together in greeting. “Ask any three wishes and I will grant them.” Read more…

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