Tunnel of Love

“Why have you come here?” Goddess Marquesa asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered, and it was the truth. She had agreed to a private meeting with me only after much pleading, but I could not identify the root of my pressing need. “The trance sessions I’ve had with you have been wonderful, but lately I don’t feel myself. Look…” I held up my hand, palm down. It trembled involuntarily. “I can’t make it stop. I have trouble sleeping. I can’t focus at work. What’s happening to me? Can you help me with this?” Read more…

Past, Present, and Future

Have you heard of Violet Gordon Woodhouse (1872-1948)? Not many people have, which says much more about the sad state of society than it does about her. She was a brilliant musician, the greatest performer of baroque music in the world, perhaps in human history. Her recordings of composers like Bach are still appreciated today. Read more…

Kiss Ass Pet

            I noticed her as soon as she came into my shop, Palm Tree Cards and Gifts of West Florida. She is the kind of woman who is noticed wherever she goes. The curves of her body, the litheness of her movements, and the general aura of her presence all command attention.

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Spies, Dogs, and Babies

Most of us think that, since the cold war has ended, there are no more spies; that James Bond is out of work!

But nothing could be further from the truth, especially in the Middle East. There, spying is an integral part of government and   military operations. In fact, in addition to “home grown” agents, many of these countries have hired the spies who used to work for the super powers.  So the players are still in the game, they’ve just changed their uniforms… Read more…

Your Turn

Mistress Marquesa’s

s t o r i e s   o f    e n s l a v e m e n t

 

Your Turn                      (a poem by slave dan)

Relax as you feel My web weaving

Around and around in your mind

Replacing your tricks and conceiving

With a power that’s Heaven to find

 

Give in as the silks of My spinning

Entangle you more than before

Evolving a change-filled beginning

To a helplessness felt in your core

 

You can’t know what pleasures await you

In My lock that’s your key’s perfect fit

Be grateful the gods did create you

Because now it’s your turn to submit

 

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