Dr. Victoria Dominique (Part One)

 

It was a short six years ago that the Beautiful Dominant Mistress Marquesa de Sade was doing volunteer service at a Shelter for Battered Women not far from her home in Marina Del Rey, on the west side of Los Angeles. Suddenly a sobbing and obviously beaten and battered young lady crawled into the shelter. The girl was an extremely attractive 23 year-old, literally bursting out with an abundance of natural sexual beauty. She had been married just a little under a year to a very handsome and buff body builder named carlos.

Her name was Victoria Martinique and her husband, as it turned out, was an especially egotistical bastard who had been spoiled rotten by his mother and by other women nearly all his life. he was a bully whose natural selfishness had never been corrected in his childhood and early manhood. But since he had ventured out into the real world some three years earlier, he had become filled up to his ears with frustrations when he found that people no longer kowtowed to his every whim and ambition. During this time he developed a very mean streak of jealously regarding all of his possessions- which, in his mind, included his young wife – that was a classic case of paranoia. Read more…

Dick Speak

 

Global warming or simply the wrath of God has visited on our city an unprecedented attack of pollen. Causing no end of
arthritis, sneezing, asthma, weird fatigue– you name it— every auto-immune disease any doctor every invented. I have been immobilized by asthma and bad joints— not just me, but a good number of my friends. Each with another description of what’s wrong with them because of the miserable weather. Some don’t know it’s weather, but think they’re depressed and go to a doctor to get pills. Others think the problem is in their lover or their boss or their teenage kid and treat him or her like shit. Other people think they’ve suddenly lost the will to live and are basically bad, undisciplined people. But in every case it is just the weather and the pollen. Read more…

DESPERATION Part #2

NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE ALTERED, COPIED, EXCERPTED, REPRODUCED, STORED, TRANSMITTED, OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the enticing, enigmatic, entrancing, energetic, and ensorcelling GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.

PREVIOUSLY —–

… In the end he was resigned to the doom he had only one open option. he wrote down an answer, entrusted it to HER electronic mailbox, and pleaded with The Great Goddess Above that She Whom he could not see would grant him grace from THE GREAT GODDESS MARQUESA WHOM he had certainly seen and WHOM he now loved? It was even harder than his penis for him to know which made him more anxious. First, trying to correctly craft and communicate a concise and courteous answer to HER letter. Or subsequently awaiting with bated breath for this breathtaking blonde’s reply. MISTRESS MARQUESA’s responsive message came sooner than he had expected yet too soon for him to ameliorate any of his anticipatory agitation. Thereafter in their technological tête-à-tête a time and date for their encounter was established.

—– end of part #1 —–

—– PART #2 —– Read more…

DESPERATION

NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE ALTERED, COPIED, EXCERPTED, REPRODUCED, STORED, TRANSMITTED, OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the enticing, enigmatic, entrancing, energetic, and ensorcelling GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.

Many are they who yearn, who need, who seek, and who strive with all their mortal might to reach either or both of these tantalizingly tempting treasures:

#1. To acquire any iota of the alluring attention span of MISTRESS MARQUESA.

#2. To spend any time at all in the provocative, professorial, pixilating presence of HER HYPNOTIZING HIGHNESS. Read more…

A desperate submissive male meets the Magnificent Marquesa

I went to the office. I thought it was an ordinary day and was going to be like the rest. Little did I know that it would be a day that would change my life forever.

The day began normally enough, and at lunch time I took a walk on the promenade. All the women on this hot balmy day were really making me horny. I spotted one of those New Reality newspapers at the newsstand. On the cover was a picture of a gorgeous, sensuous Dominatrix. I drifted off into daydream land, thoughts of my secret past desires— to be at the mercy of a headstrong wild beauty welled up in me. Read more…

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