Tag: Submission

Revenge… Again

All he knew was that the lovely young woman he was interviewing for the secretary’s job had become the center of his world. Her name was Kia and she was a short, but very well built Asian seductress. She had been sent to him by MarquesaCo—a new temporary service recommended by one of his business associates. She had just walked into his office a few minutes before but already he could hear nothing but Her melodic voice. He was asking Her about Her skills to evaluate Her potential when She started playing with a large, multi-faceted green pendant resting between Her sumptuously beautiful, firm breasts. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing Her lacy black bra and the warmth of Her succulent cleavage. Read more…

The Test

Six months have passed since my complete surrender to Marquesa. Six of the happiest months of my life. She has sculpted my body into olympic condition. She has taken control of my mind to the point that I don’t even look at or think about any other women. She haunts my dreams, controls my thoughts, and makes all my fantasies come true. She is my goddess, my idol, the seductive siren who enslaves me with the mere sound of her voice. Read more…

The Driver

The envelope was on heavy stock suitable for a formal invitation, Inside was a card announcing a limousine service exclusively for executives visiting Southern California; also enclosed was a short, handwritten note that said simply “We’re so certain that you will want to use our services that we are offering you complimentary pick-up and full time limo service on your next trip. Please call MarquesaCo.” A number was printed on the bottom. Read more…

Cupid in Chains

 

         I first saw her shortly after I was elected Mayor of this Florida West Coach beach town. She was stunning in a bright pink sun dress that hugged her curves and showed her magnificent breasts and shapely legs to devastating effect. The desire began with that first glance, but I had no idea how intense it would become. It was a sunny day and she was wearing sunglasses, so I would only be hit by her piercing green eyes later, when we had dinner in the evening. Those witchy eyes on top of her exquisite face, luscious form, and gorgeous blond tresses were almost too much to bear.

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Fekrun’s Story (Mistress Marquesa’s Slave)

It was 6:00am and the slave was still lying on the mattress in a corner of the room when Mistress Marquesa walked into the room.  She wore a white sleeveless blouse and a white mini skirt which betrayed the flaming red underwear she had on.  With a pair of transparent short spiked heel ankle boots.

The slave rushed to greet her on all fours as he had been instructed to and went straight to kiss the toe of her pointed boots.

“Stop there and crawl slave, I hate to find you still in bed.”

“I am not in a whipping mood today, but you will suffer just the same.

Lie on your back slave.” She commanded. Read more…

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