It all started because of a bad review. An influential local blogger had panned my gallery exhibition the day after it opened. “Ivan Griel’s paintings lack depth and vibrancy,” the post began, and went downhill from there. It was the first time anyone had said or written anything so negative about my work, and it flummoxed me. Read more…
Tag: Green Eyes
My dear pets, subbies, and submissive slaves:
This is the season when things begin to get really hot. And I don’t just mean the weather. There is excitement everywhere!
Do you remember what hypnotically arousing event is just on the hypno horizon? That’s right, my pet… Your wonderful Mistress’ Birthday is on July 1st! How excited does that make you?
If you wish to show your Goddess how much you love her, you can satisfy that yearning by sending Her one of her favorite pet gifts; A gift certificate from Amazon with $25 or more on it. It would make you so happy to please your Magnificent Mistress in this way.
And… If you do this, you may also thank Me for the privilege of doing so by calling Me for a free 7 minute chat. Your Mistress is so very generous to her darling subbies and slaves! Seven minutes alone with Me as I take you mindlessness.
So act now. Don’t wait. You need to do this.
Mesmerizing you always…
Goddess Marquesa
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A Goddess Marquesa Birthday Adventure
“Professor, do you ever accept invitations to go out on the town from students?” Brad asked.
I was not surprised by this overture. After all, I am in my late twenties, single, and very attractive: a tall, curvaceous brunette with a fit body, luminous hazel-brown eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones. I get a lot of inappropriately bold attention from my cockier male students, many of whom aren’t that much younger than me. Read more…
Goddess Marquesa glanced down at the invitation once again. Yes, this was the right address. The grim Gothic mansion looked quite out of place among the pastel-hued condominiums of her West Florida beach neighborhood. She pressed the button next to the door. As an echoing metallic bell sounded from deep within the mansion, the Goddess thought she saw a bat circle quickly around the mansard roofed tower looming over the shallow portico. This place has just the right ambience for Halloween, she thought to herself. Read more…
It was a typical late summer’s night in New York: sultry, hot and humid. It had just rained, but the night was clear now and the bright light of the Moon snuck down between the rooftops and kissed the glistening, wet streets. As the special limo carrying my most beloved, adored, and worshiped Mistress Marquesa and myself, Her submissive, pliant, obedient, pink lingerie clad slave/slut girl Danielle careened downtown, I could see that the city was indeed alive, despite the obtrusive heat and very late hour. Read more…
It began as part of my standard bit.
“Look at those tits!” Walter said. Walter Woodman, age seven going on seventy-five. Green hair. Freckled complexion. Always wears the same yellow-and-red plaid sports jacket with the same pair of light khaki pants and brown loafers. Height: 3’ 6”.
Walter is my ventriloquist dummy. We were in the middle of my act, doing a monthly gig at the bar lounge of a hotel near the beach. I had spotted her using my peripheral vision, which becomes acutely perceptive for those who do my line of work. At least, for those who do it well. She is older than me, but gorgeous: one of those women that puts out a high-beam erotic vibe, like some radiant version of the Spanish fly. I could see the men (and some women) around her fidgeting from sexual agitation. Read more…
