The hotel lobby sprawled around me—marble floors gleaming under warm amber recessed lights, clusters of deep leather armchairs scattered like islands, potted palms and tall ferns creating pockets of shadow. The HypnoDomme Con had already claimed the space: latex creaking softly, collars catching stray light, low voices weaving suggestions that made the air feel heavier. Soft jazz floated from hidden speakers, barely masking the occasional murmured “yes, Goddess” or the sharp click of heels on stone.I’d pressed myself behind one of the tallest ferns, phone gripped too tight in my palm, thumb stuck on the schedule page. Financial Domination with Goddess Marquesa, 2:00 PM, Emerald Ballroom. I hadn’t added it. My pulse was already racing just from her name staring back at me—Goddess Marquesa, the legendary hypnodomme whose physical perfection alone could drop a man to his knees.Then one deliberate boot-click sliced through the murmur.I looked up. Couldn’t help it. Read more…
Tag: High Heels
NOTE: This is what, at first reading, to anyone but Mistress Marquesa, appears to be a rather ‘standard’ B&D/S&M fantasy – One that was written for Marquesa’s personal amusement by slave greg some time ago.
It was dutifully read, enjoyed, and stored away along with other B&D memorabilia at the time. She had gotten an extra surge of enjoyment from this story at the time because it revealed, very openly, to Her some of slave greg’s more ‘secret’ and unspoken inner needs – some that She had not felt a strong need or particular urgency to explore in his nature before. Now, without any prodding or effort on Her part, She knew the power She could hold over him – to use whenever She felt the need arise. Read more…
A Friend Indeed
…a Goddess Marquesa birthday adventure
We all have friends that we are not so friendly to. Well…maybe everyone doesn’t, but I do. Lots of them. Among women it is pretty common. Some of the women you know put you on your best behavior, others bring out the bitch in you. This is a story about a woman who brought out my inner bitch.
I forget the exact circumstances where we met. Maybe at the hotel by the beach where we go for sunset cocktails some Friday nights. Maybe at a lunch date on a weekday. I can’t remember who brought her into the group. Terry, I think. But I remember my first impression of her. She had just moved to Palm Harbor from California, and had a little bit of a “lost girl” vibe. Trying to find her footing in a new social scene. So of course I made her feel welcome…not. Read more…
I saw the email at 4:06 PM, December 24. It had been sent at 3:30. “Get here within one hour and you will have the chance for a special reward.” It was from Goddess Marquesa. I sprang from my desk, told the office manager I had an emergency for which I had to leave, and raced for my car. Read more…
INTRO: We’ll skip our usual, long-winded introduction for this tale which we found to be completely self-explanatory. Hope it gives you the kicks (especially if delivered by lovely, nylon-clad foot) that it did for Mistress and me! Read more…
