Tag: Red Lips

A Witch’s Tale

 

It had been a long meeting.  Jerry had been negotiating all day with Justin Perez, the owner of a small machine tool plant in East Los Angeles.  Things were not going well.  Perez seemed to think that his building was made of gold – not bricks and mortar.  And, that his customer list was filled with the CEOs of the Fortune 500.

True enough, it was a well-run little plant – clean and profitable – but nobody could resist for long when his company, Jerrico, put on the pressure.  Perez had tried to be friendly but that didn’t matter to Jerry.  Jerry had bought and sold dozens of little companies like this in the past and he didn’t want any new friends – he just wanted to make money. Read more…

MarquesaCo

Becoming a sex slave to the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa wasn’t for me a personal choice. It was as inevitable as the rise of the sun in the east. When I first saw Her, my fate was sealed. That’s what happened – but nothing in my background suggested that it should have been such. I was renowned for snapping my fingers and having my every wish fulfilled – quickly! I was an unparalleled computer engineer and technician, in great demand for my skill in designing, installing and repairing business computer systems. Because of my six figure income, and my good looks, I was popular – no, irresistible, to women. So when I was contracted to do a system install at MarquesaCo, I smiled to myself, reveling in my good fortune. Read more…

Life-long Lessons at Youth Service College for Young Men

As Mark entered the office he couldn’t help but notice the large portrait of Mistress Harriot, of the Harriot School for Young Men. It occupied most of one wall of the office. As he approached it almost seemed to light up, coming strangely to life, glowing so that Harriot’s dark, intense and fascinating eyes looked straight at him. Her face was stunningly beautiful – in a stern, fierce, commanding sort of way.

Mark met the portrait’s gaze coolly enough but even this confident, arrogant young man found himself ever so slightly unnerved to think that very shortly she would be right there in this very room talking to him. It made him shudder! He had been told about her reputation from his father – but Harriot in the flesh . . .awesome, hypnotic, mysterious, if this portrait was any indication – might be something else again. He warned himself to be on guard. Read more…

DESIGNING WOMEN

The divine Goddess Keyholder MARQUESA always had her lingerie custom made.   The beautiful, soft, frilly, fetching, feminine fripperies which adorned & highlighted her adorable form had been made for years by a specialist lingerie designer.

Her relationship with her lingerie designer was, by its very nature, closely personal – an intimate bond.  The designer, Evelyn, a woman much like herself, was successful, confident, assured, calm – commanding even.  Evelyn was about 40, again, close to MARQUESA’S age or maybe 45, & looked younger.  The 2 women, though similar in some respects, were complete opposites physically.  Evelyn, a brunette, was short & a little on the plump side dark where MARQUESA was a tall blonde with a classical female figure, full-breasted, a narrow waist & good hips, the whole ‘package’ as she waggishly referred to herself, supported by stunning legs. Read more…

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