One hand was clutching my pen, and the other was down inside my trousers.  i was determined to carry out my assigned task and write a fantasy story.  Being a highly trained masturbator, but not an experienced writer, i was struggling to focus.

              Mistress Monique summoned Her lowly live-in slave, roy, to Her lofty chambers.  As She sat in all Her regal magnificence, on Her vanity stool, applying Her special beauty secrets, She saw the reflection of the wimpy worm, kneeling behind Her, looking apologetic.  he was empty handed, and Monique merely screamed “get out, you stupid shit, and bring Me My coffee!!”  roy scrambled away and returned, deathly afraid, yet excited by the terror, the suspense, the power She imposed upon him.  Depending on Her mood, his day might be heaven, or hell, and he was utterly powerless!   his only hope being to please Her with total submission.

             As roy served the coffee, he was given a list of items, and dispatched to go and collect them.  slave roy gathered up a collar and leash, a very wicked switch, a blindfold, a gag and a rope.  Excitement was building, as he imagined what might be in store for him soon.  he was torn by the contradicting emotions, which seemed to boost him to even more excitement.  he is not turned on by pain – in fact, he dislikes it.  Yet, he is turned on by Her total power to make him take it, and even love it!  As he laid the items at Her glorious feet, She pointed to each one, with Her lovely, sexy, candy apple-red painted toes, and watched in amusement as roy enjoyed himself.  After all, HE is the slave, so he should be the one to perform all these mundane little tasks, whenever possible, and with only a minimum of direction!

              At Her regal and commanding cue, roy fell to his knees, hands clasped behind his head.  Mistress Monique resumed Her beauty treatments, as if nothing had happened.  She casually conversed with him, about Her exploits the previous evening.  She occasionally glanced up into the mirror at the lowly male who was kneeling behind Her.  he was the picture of powerless confusion, yet horny and ready for anything, typical male that he was.  In fact, he was getting ever hornier, listening to Her tales of seduction, while picturing Her in the revealing outfit She had been wearing and remembering Her magnificent tits and cruel arrogant beauty of last evening.  And now, watching them again in the mirror, along with that magnificent face, and the way Her bathrobe fell away, revealing Her hot, luscious legs…

Urgh!  Sorry, I can’t write any more about slave roy’s sexual torment at the feet of sadistic Mistress Monique.   What’s the use, when i’m this far off course?  I am but a highly trained masturbator, under the sway of the Majestic, Mysterious, Mesmerizing Marquesa, and the only hard throbbing cock around here right now is mine!  If one the Most Magnificent One would look in on me right now, to see how i am doing with the story, She would probably be moved by the sight of my worshipful cock, and would help herself to me as Her submissive sex toy and sissy slut, which in turn, would satisfy my masochistic need for attention right now.  My cock/brain starts to take over all reasoning, and i decide that it would be helpful if i would initiate an encounter – just to get relief!  I wandered down the hall, toward Her sacred suite, a veritable temple for me, where Marquesa was lounging and relaxing.  How was i to know that She was fighting off a headache?

“yes, my Goddess, did You call me?”, i lied. 

“No, you shirking slutboy, get back and finish the story!” She commanded.

“My Goddess, i have writer’s block, due to my horny desires to worship YOUR Magnificence!  I’d do anything to please YOU, Magnificent One!” i pleaded.

“Oh yeah?  you can please Me, My little pet, but getting OUT of My room and back to what I told you to do!   Finish that story, NOW!”

i turned and ran back to my room, shaking with a bit of fear and also just a bit of mischievous guilt, like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.  Just then, the doorbell rang.  i quickly realized that ron, Her newest plaything, was in the house and was being personally trained by the Mesmerizing Marquesa to perform all the menial, yet intimate, personal domestic duties usually performed by a live-in submissive!  my morbid, masochistic curiosity forced me to crawl quietly to the top of the stairs and spy, at a great risk!  I’d hate to imagine if She caught me spying!

my masochistic need for attention now turned to bitter jealousy, a definite no-no!  i know he’s getting excited, as he crawls around the house on his hands and knees, sneaking glances at Her Magnificent legs, being tormented by their beauty, atop spiked heels, so near and yet so far, the verbal and non-verbal toying, teasing and manipulation having him in Her thrall!  She kept him mindful and just a bit intimidated with occasional playful swats across his back and butt from Her favorite crop.  She aroused him silently and expertly with Her sexy, candy apple-red pained toes, all over his face, between his lips.  At Her command, he worshipped Her lovely foot with passion, even while She would let down occasional, expert lashes on his ass and verbally worked him over as only She can do!  I could no longer resist the titillation i was experiencing just watching and i began jerking off, completely forgetting that my incautious breathing could get Her attention.

Without a sound, the Magnificent, Mesmerizing Marquesa came up the stairs and was upon me before i knew it.  She took me by the ear and led me downstairs, more or less dropping me to the floor in front of the quizzical ron.  She stripped me naked of what little i had on in a flash and then She left us momentarily, knowing i was not stupid enough in my position to move or make a sound.  She reappeared and lifted my chin and slid a large pacifier into my mouth.   Surprisingly, She did not seem the least bit angry.  She began to seem almost maternal as She then patiently pinned a large diaper on my naked body.

Well, ron my pet, did you know that I had a baby to care for?   they can be such a constant responsibility, you know.”

The Magnificent One again took me by the ear, actually rather gingerly considering that it was my ear, and led me to the couch.  She sat down and had me lay with my head in Her lap, sooo close to Heaven…  Her MMMMAGNIFICENT breasts were about an inch from my face, and completely blocking my view of anything else, as if i would care to look at anything else in the whole world…  She continued Her training of ron, watching him carefully and giving instructions from Her couch.

“Oh look, My big baby is sucking away on his pacifier and playing with that bulge in his diaper.  Under my breasts and under My control!  And listening to Me controlling YOU, My new houseboy!”

Marquesa rewarded ron by allowing him to kneel and worship at Her lovely, Sex Goddess feet, serve as a footstool and eventually show his loyal desire by jerking off as She watched and supervised.  Oh how I wished it were i, as usual, instead of another!  But i may never again get back my old duty from him.  The Mesmerizing One is right, as always, of course, i am a baby.  Still, excitement builds as i hear the passionate goings on and feel the sexual electricity building.  Finally, houseboy ron is dismissed, and the Magical, Masterful Marquesa is resting in silence on the couch, flicking my bare nipples with Her long, lovely, well manicured fingernails.

“My big baby!  You didn’t yet finish the story.  And you were spying on Me.  BAD boy!  Now you will pull down your new diaper and jerk off, while you take a good spanking over My knee!”

As i stated at the beginning of this little tale, i am a highly trained masturbator.