Note to the Reader: This story is one of wish-fulfillment. One of Goddess Marquesa’s favorite pass times. It is, of course, entirely fictional.
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“STOP! HOLD IT! PLEASE STOP! Stop right now. I don’t want him representing me!” If the defendant’s outcry doesn’t quite stun the courtroom, it certainly wakes it up. A loud outcry arises from the spectators and echoes through the space.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The judge’s gavel punctuates the outburst. “The defendant will come to order. Order in this courtroom.” To the defendant, “Sir, sit down and remain quiet!” Read more…
Goddess Marquesa glanced down at the invitation once again. Yes, this was the right address. The grim Gothic mansion looked quite out of place among the pastel-hued condominiums of her West Florida beach neighborhood. She pressed the button next to the door. As an echoing metallic bell sounded from deep within the mansion, the Goddess thought she saw a bat circle quickly around the mansard roofed tower looming over the shallow portico. This place has just the right ambience for Halloween, she thought to herself. 
In the night.
It started with a wrong number.
It was a typical late summer’s night in New York: sultry, hot and humid. It had just rained, but the night was clear now and the bright light of the Moon snuck down between the rooftops and kissed the glistening, wet streets. As the special limo carrying my most beloved, adored, and worshiped Mistress Marquesa and myself, Her submissive, pliant, obedient, pink lingerie clad slave/slut girl Danielle careened downtown, I could see that the city was indeed alive, despite the obtrusive heat and very late hour. 
