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…
Tag: Blonde
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- July 11th, 2013
- Discussion:
- 1 Comment
MISTRESS MARQUESA’S PASSIONATE PRE-SCRIPT:
Doctor Satinica Entrancia’s bedside manner is much more enticingly intimate than most medical professionals ever get with their clients or patients.
Are you ready to play doctored by Me?
Then SUBMIT to each of these sizzling scenarios OF THE MEDICAL OR THERAPEUTIC FANTASIES COME TO LIFE that tickles your tastes in hands-on hypno-stimulating.
AUDIOS
APHRODITE L1
DREAM DOCTOR
SOCIETY OF CIRCE
This was the strangest company medical Ethan Jones had ever been to. For one thing, because the boss of the BIODOMME company he worked for, Dr. Satinica Entrancia (What a name!) and her sister Swoonita were carrying it out. But also the pre medical questions were something else: Did he prefer women to “Take Command” in a relationship? Did he like to be a protector and /or did he like feeling “Nurtured”? Did he like women to take an active role sexually? What material did he find arousing–Leather, rubber, satin? Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 9th, 2013
- Discussion:
- No Comments
The night was clear, the sky filled with stars. The warm wind rushed by the beautiful face of the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa as She drove across the desert on a dark, seemingly deserted, highway. Her long, lustrous, sexy blonde hair was tossed by the wind—making it even more attractive . . . if that is at all possible. She was a stunning sight indeed—that is if anyone else was lucky enough to be out on this lonely stretch of road . . . Read more…
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
- Discussion:
- No Comments
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Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the lovely, loving, lovable, leggy, luxurious, lusty, lustful, and ratiocinative GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read: by any minor; by any individual(s) ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally for any reason(s) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; by any person(s) uncomfortable with the subject of mind-control (in any of its forms) or the topic of feminine influence/control/domination/power/superiority/supremacy or both.
Only someone who has never had to run a business would be ignorant enough or stupid enough to believe it is a piece of cake to do so. Anyone who declares it is easy to attain and/or maintain success or prosperity or both is either a prevaricator or a jackanapes. Branston Bingumton, who was the founder, CEO, and CFO of his own outrageously booming conglomerate, knew both of these things to be true. He had the battle scars of high blood pressure, indigestion, insomnia, ulcers, and stress-engendered pulmonary difficulties to prove it. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
- Discussion:
- 1 Comment
i had just come home from work, it was Friday, and I went to check the mail. In the mail room i saw a Victoria’s Secret catalog and took it with me up to my apartment. my aroused member was already starting to engorge itself as i was trying to unlock the door to my apartment. i must confess….I couldn’t wait to see the Satin Panties that were waiting in the pages behind the cover! i immediately put the other mail on the counter; bills, subscriptions, credit card offers, and flyers from the supermarkets. i had no time for them. i sat down on the couch unbuttoned my pants and started to page through the catalog. Wow! hot stuff, for sure and my penis was absolutely steaming and was itching for me to touch it. i continued to gawk and gaze lustfully at mesmerizing lingerie, especially all the Panties. i worked myself into a frenzy, but i still planned to wait an hour or two (before I played with myself) so i could think about what i saw a little “harder” and a lot longer. Read more…

