Tag: Submission

Birthday Candor

 

 

“Hello,” she answered. I recognized her voice immediately.

“Hi,” I replied scratchily, suppressing a nervous cough.

“This is the Goddess Marquesa,” she said, “to whom am I speaking?”

“My name is Ralph.”

“Well, Ralph,” she purred, “I don’t recognize your voice. Are you a first-time caller?”

“Yes.”

“You are a lucky boy, Ralph. Today is July 1st. Do you know what day that is?”

“No,” I answered.

“It is My birthday.” Read more…

tracie’s JOURNEY TO THE HOOKERS BALL WITH MARQUESA

 

I woke up at the foot of the bed one morning, after a brutal session with Marquesa. My bottom was still red with welts. Marquesa was standing above me with a wicked smile and said She had a surprise for me for Halloween. We were going to the Hookers Masquerade Ball in San Francisco. It is a benefit for a non-profit that helps hookers in various ways, but is turning into a Fetish ball that stops at nothing. Read more…

New Year’s Resolution Better Late Than Never

“He is passably cute,” I thought to myself as I sat across the Green Room from the professor. Not an Adonis, but not ugly either. And the tweed jacket with leather patches at the elbows gave him a quaint, nerdy appeal. It was just an idle notion. Though it was true that 2018 had been a bad year for me, and I needed cheering up, it hadn’t occurred to me that adding a new pet to my menagerie was the tonic I needed for 2019. Not yet, anyway. Read more…

A Very Goddess Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and as was her custom, Goddess Marquesa was surveying the many gifts that she had received from adoring worshipers the world over. There were packages from places as far away as Vanuatu, and others from nearby suburbs, so many boxes that they barely fit under her tree. These she would open Christmas morning. Read more…

Prayer

This story is a continuation of the author’s previous story, Lust Boat.  It is, in its own right, a beautiful stand alone story. – GM

 

Aldo looked at Goddess Marquesa’s sleeping form. She was as gorgeous as he remembered. The moonlight coming through her bedroom window revealed lines of age, or perhaps care, on her face. But no time or mood could detract from her beauty. Aldo could still feel the tingling on his cheek from the slap she gave him as the Federales dragged him off to prison. Even if she had not been his greatest enemy, she would be in all ways unforgettable. Read more…

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