Six months have passed since my complete surrender to Marquesa. Six of the happiest months of my life. She has sculpted my body into Olympic condition. She has taken control of my mind to the point that I don’t even look at or think about any other women. She haunts my dreams, controls my thoughts, and makes all my fantasies come true. She is my goddess, my idol, the seductive siren who enslaves me with the mere sound of her voice. Read more…
Tag: Bondage
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- May 19th, 2013
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Daryl, a habitual sex offender and petty thief, tracked a pretty girl to Her apartment. But when he followed Her inside, the tables turned, and he wound up lost in the dark building, as She taunted him from the shadows.
Just then he sensed someone coming up behind him. Before he could turn, a numbing blow from a black jack struck the back of his head. he saw lights behind his eyes and felt a searing pain. Then went black, collapsing in a big heap on the floor. Read more…
- Author name:
- A.R.T.
- Publish date:
- May 17th, 2013
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There was a knock at the door.
He was two minutes early, and the Mistress was pleased. For all three of his visits, Mark was always on time. She liked punctuality in a man. It showed an awareness of the value of Her time.
Wearing Her favorite outfit, tight and black from top to bottom, She opened the door. “Come in,” She purred after he had stared long enough. “I’ve been expecting you.”
He thanked his Mistress as he walked in, then removed his shoes before stepping on Her carpet. Only Her Great Dane was allowed to get the carpet dirty. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- April 16th, 2013
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I am amazed at what has happened to me in the last week. I remember clearly what has happened but why and how are still a confused jumble.
I must commit these memories to writing-I don’t ever want to forget-and, just maybe, I will someday understand it all. In any event I pray this adventure never ends . . .
Friday morning I boarded the flight from Los Angeles. I had booked a seat in the First Class section and had the luck-I then thought-to be seated next to the most beautiful Asian woman I had ever seen. She was petite,five-one or so, even in her black high-heeled shoes. She was the sort of woman you noticed from the ground up: shapely legs encased in shiny, sexy black nylons; a short black skirt, flaring slightly at the top of her well-formed thighs. She had narrow hips, a flat stomach and tantalizingly well-formed breasts pushed into one of those “lift and separate” bras to form pronounced, sexy mounds. Her black knit blouse was tight and cut very low. Her long hair was a lustrous black as it cascaded down her back. Read more…
