It is morning. Marquesa and I stroll through the magnificent halls of the Chateau, entering the picturesque dining room for a buffet breakfast. I hold Her chair for Her as She sits, slowly and elegantly. The tag on Her blouse is up! As I tuck it in, the back of my hand brushes against Her perfectly done hair. Read more…
Tag: Candle
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- May 15th, 2013
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This story is dedicated to the caring, cunning, compassionate, cruel, comely, condescending, concealed, conspicuous, curvaceous 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.
