Tag: Massage

TRYING TO TAME HER

Marquesa worked her hands down his back, squeezing the muscles, kneading away the tension.  He lay on the massage table, a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.  She sighed as her fingers dug in.  She hoped he would tell her that she could stop soon.  Her hands were sore.  Until then she would keep going.  She had to.  He owned her. Read more…

“PANTY FANTASY” part 4

 

She then sarcastically laughed a little more. Soon i was done massaging Her back and i stood motionless for a second wondering if i should push Her robe down further and massage Her gorgeous buttocks as in my instruction.
“Well, all done I see, at least for now My Pet.” That was my clue not to go any further. i backed away about three steps. Read more…

“PANTY FANTASY part 3”

She started pouring oil on my back, ooh, it was cold at first. Then She started rubbing it in and i felt like i was in heaven. She pinched, pulled, rubbed circles inside and out, pushed my skin up and down side to side. She then went up and down my spine, relaxing me even more. All i could think about was the Goddess that i came with and how my stiff penis was being pressed between my stomach and the leather table! Her hands were moving swiftly, smoothly and sensuously up and down my spine; She sent tingles all over my body when She quickly and gently scratched the back of my neck and head. This sent all of my skin into goose bumps. She was not done. Read more…

Miasmo’s Pleasure Time! – part 2

THIS STORY IS MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY OR IS PURELY, SOLELY, AND ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION OR BOTH. THAT IT APPEARS IN MISTRESS MARQUESA’S READING ROOM DOES NOT MEAN GODDESS MARQUESA PARTICIPATES IN OR APPROVES OF ANY OR ALL OF THE BEHAVIORS MENTIONED OR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. MERCILESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DOES NOT PARTICIPATE IN OR CONDONE ILLEGAL OR UNETHICAL ACTIVITY OF ANY KIND!

Miasmo Chapter three.

“Leila, my dear, how lovely to see you!” commented Miasmo as Leila arrived at the door to this huge secluded house.

Leila looked at this stunning, mature woman and her mind whirled in a complete daze as she took in the other woman’s beauty. She felt she had known her forever, but had no idea why. Read more…

Matriarch may i? – conclusion

    I am kneeling before Mistress Sumurumus. With my left hand I caress, stroke, massage, knead, pinch, and stimulate in any other ways I can think of the skin, the muscles, the tendons, the ligaments, and the nerves residing in Her feet and legs. Her pedicure is exquisite. Her skin is exceptionally soft and oh so smooth. Everything pertaining to Her fascinating feet and Her shapely stems possesses incomparable excellence. Touching my Mother-in-law this way does something for me. It gets me excited. Sumurumus is such an exciting Woman. I am getting more and more aroused. She is the most arousing and ladylike Ladyship. It is getting me hot. It is really getting me off. My dominant hand is occupied. I am not used to using my right hand. My left hand must continue to maintain physical contact with The Shapeliest of Sirens, Sumurumus. I start to touch myself. I see my Mistress smile. I hear the peals of Her wicked and wonderful laughter. Why is She laughing at me? Is She pleased? Is She only savouring my humiliation, and/or the effortless ease with which She has effectively exercised Her ability to talk me into humiliating myself at Her leisure and for Her pleasure alone? (That’s not exactly true. I have never been so sexually excited in my entire lifetime.) I do not care. What I do gives Her pleasure. That is all that matters. I am enraptured when Sumurumus is happy. What is pleasant to Her is the only thing of any worth and value and consequence and importance and relevance. Read more…

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