In reply, Larry’s anguished cries only grow louder, bringing forth to Marquesa’s face Her most joyfully sadistic smile and causing Her to increase the stimulation of Her subject, with special emphasis on the cock, causing him increasing agony, more pain, and more suffering — even as She elevates Herself further into Her own special Nirvana. Feeling Her subject shudder and tremble beneath Her as She continues to administer Her special stimulation, Marquesa truly is in Her element, and Her pussy now is running like the Mississippi in flood season. She can feel Her subject’s pain through the increasing violence of his struggles and his mental agony, borne of not knowing when — or even if — this seeming hell will end, and through eyes raised upward, and with practiced clinical awareness, She cruelly, expertly — and malevolently — gauges his tolerance for added stimulation. Loving and savoring every milli-second of Her subject’s agony, SEXXX!-ual Ecstasy flows and SEXXX!-ual Energy surges throughout Her body, from the top of Her head to the tips of Her fingers and toes.
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Still, there remains one final detail, one last demonstration of Her Power, to manifest. “MYY PET,” She transmits, using this term of address for the first time, indicating as much fondness for a subject as She can summon up, “OUR EVENING IS COMING TO AN END…But before it does..EYYE WANT YOU..TO..JOIN ME IN A TOAST TO CELEBRATE OUR ENCOUNTER. YOU WILL..OPEN YOUR EYES!..AND REMAIN DEEP a-SLEEP!!” Read more…
The maitre’d’s spoon clinks on the cooking pan, ending Marquesa’s reverie and returning Her attention to the masterful show he is putting on. With the meat almost done, he spoons a bed of mashed potato onto the dinner plate and then carefully arranges the steak slices over and around the potato. Next, he neatly pours the pan juices over the steak and potato, and places the platter before Marquesa’s prey. Lastly, he places a very hot side dish of creamed spinach next to the sizzling serving platter. To Marquesa, the steak alone smells aromatic enough to make a tyrannosaurus rex drool. In fact, it looks so good that She almost wishes She had ordered this dish instead of pheasant. Oh well, next time, She thinks. She transmits to Her subject, “YOU WILL NOW..THANK THE MAITRE’D FOR HIS PERFORMANCE. AND..YOU WILL DO SO NOWW!!” Read more…
The mention in My blog of strap-ons and rubbersex brings Me to describe My most recent experience in using My strap-on with a slave.
First, I want you to see Me right NOW! — or imagine Me — clad from head to toe — I love wearing My open-faced hood — in My best, shiniest latex catsuit, fitted so well and so tightly as to make My body seem vacuum sealed from head to toe, unmasking to y-o-u-r eyes even as it covers every peak and valley, every cranny and crevice of My extraordinarily sexy body.
This story was conceived by Goddess Marquesa, and is based on events She experienced
“Humans are social animals.” I know I have heard it before, but I never gave it much thought or understood what it really meant. Until she taught me.
She was on a date with another man when she came into the restaurant where I work. I sometimes wonder if my life would have been different if the seating hostess had sat them at someone else’s station. Probably not. Karmic gravity would almost certainly have brought me into her orbit if she came within half a mile of me. Read more…
