He loved the company Christmas celebrations. Mostly he loved how the ladies on his team dressed in such stunning gowns of soft, sensuous, black satin and darkly alluring and sweetly soothing violet and black velvet. He also loved the beautiful crystal necklaces, the clicking high heeled shoes, the haughty yet somehow calming demeanour of all the wonderful ladies that he worked with. Read more…
I lie naked on your examination chair as your assistant binds my ankles into the stirrups. You twist the special tube Mabeline 510 Lip Gloss you’ve prepared for me and a thick stream of creamy fluids oozes from the opening. I feel it being drawn to my lips. With months of therapy I instinctively begin to pucker and pout. You begin to apply it in thick swabs and make sure to coat around the outside to give them a thicker and larger appearance. You continue to twist the tube of special gloss and allow a generous amount to coat the inside of my lips and mouth as you encourage my tongue to taste it. The taste is wonderful and I cannot seem to stop wanting more as some is naturally swallowed. I feel my eyes begin to close as my mind goes into a trance and my body begins to tingle. You smile as more gloss is licked away knowing that once tasted, this addictive special formula begins to quickly render the final changes you’ve desired in me. Read more…
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Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the fascinating, fearsome, friendly, fiendish, fantastic, frustrating, flamboyant, and ferocious GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA. It should not be read: by any minor; by anyone, ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally (for some other reason(s)) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; or by any person fearful of the concept of female influence/control/domination or uncomfortable with the topic of hypnotic (or any other form(s) of) mind control or both.
I did not know where I was. I didn’t know how I arrived here. I did not know what year this was. I did know one thing. I am MISTRESS MARQUESA. I knew all I needed to know. Read more…
Mike had come home from Seattle to see his new stepmother. Not that he didn’t love his dad, but he hadn’t been home in over two years. With his law practice and social calendar he was just always too busy, it seemed. But then came the call from his father in which it was revealed that he had married the housekeeper, Melanie, who had been hired only a month earlier. Mike figured that the young woman was just trying to ace him out of his father’s will and assumed he could come home, have little trouble convincing his father that this marriage was a mistake, and have it quickly annulled. That would make him once again the sole beneficiary of the will. Since his mother had died he had been the only one in the will, which was “just as it should be.” Read more…
You’ve heard the show . . . it’s on one of those radio satellite networks that links radio stations across the country. His is a morning show and he is known for his guests who are usually strippers and radio hangers-on and such. You know him . . . he’s Herb Stringer.
To introduce the show to his new Los Angeles outlet, the network moved his show to their studios for the week. Cowie Herd, his female sidekick, and Jermain, the jerk dude-they all were there. Along with the assortment of entertainment types-out-of-work actors, dancers and singers-Herb had invited the Marquesa to be a guest on his show. Read more…
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