Tag: Naked

A New York Adventure

It was a typical late summer’s night in New York:  sultry, hot and humid.  It had just rained, but the night was clear now and the bright light of the Moon snuck down between the rooftops and kissed the glistening, wet streets.  As the special limo carrying my most beloved, adored, and worshiped Mistress Marquesa and myself, Her submissive, pliant, obedient, pink lingerie clad slave/slut girl Danielle careened downtown, I could see that the city was indeed alive, despite the obtrusive heat and very late hour. Read more…

Clark’s Tale

Clark was livid. Not that this was an unusual state for him to be in.  Not at all.  That was, ironically enough, really at the root of the current problem.  Of course, with Clark, there was ALWAYS a problem, or a crisis or a situation, or SOMETHING that he (and ONLY he) could repair and set to right.  This was because Clark was one of those self appointed “General Manager of the Universe” types who felt that no one else was really capable or competent enough to get the job done, and done right; whatever that job was.  He was a stereotypical hard-charger who would never admit to meeting his match – even if he had!  He was about to have his male ego’s perfect track record disrupted, however, and here is where our story begins.  Here is where Clark’s reign as “Lord and Master of All He Surveys” would end, and he wouldn’t even know it. Read more…

Hallowed be Her Name

“Harlot!”

The preacher at the podium screamed the word into his microphone, making it reverberate through the enormous, brightly lit sanctuary of the megachurch, in which hundreds of congregants were gathered for Sunday services. Like the other churchgoers, Goddess Marquesa was startled.

Her surprise intensified when she saw her own face appear on the giant LED screen mounted behind the preacher, which until that moment had been projecting placid images of wide prairies and sunny shorelines. Looking at the ceiling toward the front of the large auditorium, she saw the remote-controlled camera that had surreptitiously been trained on her. It had caught her in an upper-torso focus, so that the assembly got to take in the blond locks, emerald eyes, classic features and voluptuous breasts that gave her such seductive appeal. Read more…

Tabula Rasa (Con’t) Day 12 & 13

 

Day 12

 

 

She did not appear at breakfast today. Instead, a tray for one slid through the pass-through. On it was a note: “Tune in to our channel at noon. There is something I want to show you.”

The seconds crept by at a snail’s pace until noon. When the time stamp on CNN told me that noon had arrived, I tuned the TV as her note had directed. When the station came on, it revealed her standing in the living room completely naked, but not alone.  To her left was a young man, also naked, with an extraordinarily handsome face and perfect physique. To her right was a tall brunette woman, about the same age as Goddess Marquesa, likewise a specimen of classic beauty. Like the Goddess, both her companions were stark naked. Read more…

Tabula Rasa (con’t) Days 6 & 7

Day 6

 

 

A change at breakfast today.

“Why don’t we talk?” Goddess Marquesa proposed as we sat down. “It might help distract you from trying not to look at my legs and breasts.”

“Why not let me move back to the other side of the table?” I asked. “Better yet, why not stop dressing so provocatively?” Her outfit was particularly seductive today- red shoes and skimpy red lingerie, complemented by sheer white stockings held in place by red lace garters. Read more…

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