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…
Tag: High Heels
Clark was livid. Not that this was an unusual state for him to be in. Not at all. That was, ironically enough, really at the root of the current problem. Of course, with Clark, there was ALWAYS a problem, or a crisis or a situation, or SOMETHING that he (and ONLY he) could repair and set to right. This was because Clark was one of those self appointed “General Manager of the Universe” types who felt that no one else was really capable or competent enough to get the job done, and done right; whatever that job was. He was a stereotypical hard-charger who would never admit to meeting his match – even if he had! He was about to have his male ego’s perfect track record disrupted, however, and here is where our story begins. Here is where Clark’s reign as “Lord and Master of All He Surveys” would end, and he wouldn’t even know it. Read more…
My Dear submissive subbies and slaves,
I know that you always want to do more to adore and worship your magnificent Mistress. Well, here’s your chance. My beautious Birthday is coming up. July 1st is the wonderful, worshipful, day.
Why not show your Mistress how much you crave to hear her voice by scheduling a phone conversation when you can personally wish Me a “Happy Birthday.”
Go to my Wonderful Web Site (Goddessmarquesa.com) for all of the details of how you can personally contact Me, your marvelous Mistress, Marquesa.
To get you in the proper mood… Here is a special Birthday Story for you: Read more…
I could feel my cock stiffen as Mistress Marquesa told me to come immediately to her quarters for an impromptu training session.
Ten minutes after I hung up the phone I was at her door with a fully hardened cock. As I expected, the Mistress immediately ordered me to the training room. Hoping to catch glimpses of her precious but forbidden panties, I gallantly offered to let her lead the way. However, she knew immediately my offer was not inspired by gallantry, and sternly directed me to proceed to the training room without further delay or foolishness. Read more…
Day 4
Another strange breakfast with my jailer. She made a new condition for my being rewarded today. When I tried to take my usual seat on the opposite side of the table from her she stopped me.
“Sit here,” she said, gesturing to the side of the table at an oblique angle to her.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because there will be another reward if you do,” she explained. Read more…
