Slave paul was nervous as he approached Mistress Marquesa’s posh home, knowing he was now about to realize a fantasy under the complete hypnotic control of his powerful Mistress. For it had only been a few days since Mistress Marquesa had forced Her submissive slave into agreeing to provide erotic entertainment for the Mistress and some of Her select female submissive and dominant subjects during their weekly get-togethers for socializing and partying and relaxing fun. A sort of routine gathering to reinforce Her subject’s loyally and inescapable bond to their Queen Goddess if you will. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- July 16th, 2013
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Mistress Marquesa had jumped at the chance to judge the contestants in “Strictly come Trancing.” She was briefed that the show would be about hypnotists competing to help couples solve their relationship problems.
When She actually got onto the set, She felt like taking Her wicked, jet black stilettos and exercising Her luxuriously long and lusciously shapely, irresistibly well-toned and truly hypnotic legs by as painfully for them as possible drop kicking into everlasting damnations everyone responsible for this travesty, sham, and mockery masquerading as entertainment designed to help people in need. She also reproved Herself for not investigating this affair as much as She could and should have. In Her self-evaluation, being exceptionally busy was no excuse for not doing all Her homework. Read more…
- Author name:
- Slavegene
- Publish date:
- July 16th, 2013
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As usual, my ordinary wife and I were on our own sides of the bed. My slave cock and balls were consumed by such lust that fondling and playing with them were a definite must. As my big hand reached the stroke of twelve, i was summoned by a Siren voice that could not be ignored: “slave . . . slave . . . look upon Me, slave boy. . . .”
As i was opening my eyes, i was thinking in fright, “Shhh, ‘You’ll wake my wife and then there will be a big fight!’ “
To this came a silky reply: “Don’t worry, you slut, she won’t hear My voice. I read and project thoughts so don’t talk, slave boy.” Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 15th, 2013
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Yes, i’m doug,” answered doug, somewhat shocked to be greeted by a man.
“i’m laforge. Welcome to Marina del Rey, fellow subject,” said laforge, noticing doug’s apprehension. “Oh, don’t worry. i do a little ‘protection’ work for the Mistress. She wants to tease you for a bit, and asked me to prepare you.” Read more…
- Author name:
- Atreyu
- Publish date:
- July 11th, 2013
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a poem
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend.
Nor services to do till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are how happy you make those
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
