“What is this?” I asked, sipping the scotch my date had just poured me as I perused the décor of her condo.
“That is where I display my special slaves,” she said from across the parlor, as she finished pouring a drink for herself.
Up until that point it had been a very good date, which for me is saying something. A man does not get to my age as a bachelor without racking up a lot of dating experience, and I had not been so turned on by someone I had just met for a very long time. The mention of “slaves” was the first warning sign I had encountered, and it made me turn, just to make sure I had heard her right. Doing so gave me another look at her gorgeous legs and shapely ass, as she faced away toward a sideboard that held her liquor and glassware. Read more…
It is a perfectly clear, crisp morning, just after sunrise. The sun is strong, but not too hot and a light, but refreshing breeze blows from offshore. i am up early, per Mistress Marquesa’s instructions, preparing Her a light, but hearty breakfast of fresh fruit juice, assorted fresh fruits sliced to Her liking, a fresh baked muffin and fresh coffee. As always, when I work in Mistress’s kitchen, I am naked save for a frilly apron, my leather cock and ball restraint and the obligatory nipple clamps and weights, which dangle freely from my budding tits, pulling them, shaping them and making them grow to Mistress’s delight and, naturally, my delight as well. my ass, which Mistress paid close attention to before She sent me to sleep the night before, sports an eye-catching redness, a reminder of the deliciously sharp spanking Mistress gave me before She ordered me to retire. The redness prickles with a soreness that sends waves of pleasure through me; anytime Mistress administers punishment, pain or attention of any kind to my body – Her exclusive property – the joy is most profound for me. 
I have written a review of Goddess Marquesa’s video “Eternal Love Spell” before, but as I was watching it for the thousandth time the other day a thought occurred to me that I feel compelled to share. As I surrendered to the Goddess’s mesmerizing trance, I felt the usual waves of intense pleasure wash through my body, mind and soul. The delight when She declares “My will is stronger than your will” is acutely poignant, I can always feel the truth of those words in my bones. Her will ravishes me, I can feel it pulling me apart and putting me back together again like a jigsaw. Then She notes matter-of-factly, in a gorgeous, lilting sing-song, “you loooooove Me.” It is an instant of utter joy and realization,the perfect marriage of thought, feeling and being. Her voice becomes the musical embodiment of my very experience. I don’t hear Her words in that moment, I am Her words. My identity is extinguished, and I am reduced to a throbbing, pulsating quantum of love-energy, a fire that is fueled by and composed of pure adoration of Goddess Marquesa. 
