Prisoner of Passion

Part 1
Initiation

Pain.

It covered him from head to toe and pulled him back to consciousness.  After a moment he opened his eyes to the blurry world around him and tried to understand.  The memories came flooding back too fast for any comprehension.  Memories of his search for his friend and teammate, plunging into the enemy base, and then the fight….

They lost.  They lost the raid on the base and he was taken captive.

With comprehension sinking in, he tried to focus in on where he was now.  He moved his bruised arms and began to rub at his eyes, wiping away the sleep and willing the world into focus. Read more…

tommyboy gets a prince albert!

 

Mistress asked me to write this for Her web site.  Now, i couldn’t be happier to contribute something like this to Her ‘temple’ online, in a sense to let new would-be slaves get an idea of where Mistress Marquesa can really take a slave, and maybe also to broadcast what a good boy i’ve been to everyone else. But i’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, or one to write on something like this for ready access to millions of computers worldwide.  Then again, i’ve never before been one to take part in the kind of thing i’m going to write about…

i first met Mistress Marquesa about three months ago (January 1999).  i’m a once and future LA native, now residing in Phoenix.  i came back to town for a week and  decided to make a top priority of indulging my submissive fantasies for the first time.  The LA Weekly and LA Express led me to the Web and eventually to Mistress’ very well done web site that you all are perusing now.  It wasn’t about 15 minutes of reading and looking at what Her Highness had to offer, judging by what was on Her site, that i decided that She definitely looked like the real McCoy, the dominant female i dreamed would take me down to the place of slavery i fantasized about.  After some call bouncing that Monday, including me calling Her voice mail and message lines just to hear Her luscious voice again, She called me and we set our first meeting in a session that following day. Read more…

A Testimony to Her Highness’ Powers Over Men, Women and Love.

Before i met Her Highness i was in a relationship with a lady we shall call Sherry. We loved each other very much and moved into an apartment together and planned to marry as soon as our financial situation was more stable. Sherry was an attractive lady and our relationship was great – especially the sex! Unfortunately i have, and have had all my life, an intense fantasy about being hypnotically enslaved by a powerful, irresistible Woman. i came by this fantasy because of all the sci-fi movies i watched back in the 50s and early 60s when i was a boy. Many of these movies involved earthmen landing on planets where civilizations were ruled by incredibly beautiful Women who had total mind control powers over men. One entitled “Missile to the Moon” was particularly powerful in forming my fantasy – “Yes, my Lido, i will obey.”

This being the case i was always looking for ways to fulfill this fantasy i had acquired in my youth. Read more…

Planet Emerauda

matt was sleeping alone in his vacation cabin in the mountains. He and his wife had gotten into a horrible fight and he stormed out of the house. He was still angry! She wanted to share the financial duties in the household without his okay to make investment decisions, of all things . . . she was a woman! . . . what did she know about such things! But that was not how it was supposed to work. At least that was not the way it had worked when he was growing up. His dad made all those kind of decisions, and his mom never complained.  Read more…

The Pilgrimage

It s difficult to describe how excited mike felt each time he got just a block from Mistress Marquesa\’s home. As instructed, he always called Her on his cell phone from the airport as soon as he got off the plane and barked into it. It was a quick phone call he identified himself with the bark and She instructed him he had just 20 minutes to call Her from the pay phone near Her home.

As he left the terminal he told himself, like so many times before, that this was the last time. he would go through with it this time because he was already here but never again. No matter how many times he served at the beautiful, sexy, regal feet of Mistress Marquesa he never got used to it. he always felt an indescribable mix of anxiety, fear, nervousness, guilt, butterflies, but most prominently, excitement . . . most certainly, excitement where it counts most! Read more…

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