Tag: Humiliation

An Afternoon With the Mistress Marquesa

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…

New Year’s Resolution Better Late Than Never

“He is passably cute,” I thought to myself as I sat across the Green Room from the professor. Not an Adonis, but not ugly either. And the tweed jacket with leather patches at the elbows gave him a quaint, nerdy appeal. It was just an idle notion. Though it was true that 2018 had been a bad year for me, and I needed cheering up, it hadn’t occurred to me that adding a new pet to my menagerie was the tonic I needed for 2019. Not yet, anyway. Read more…

Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

a story conceived by Goddess Marquesa

            The staff had asked me to arrive at the Whispering Angel Shelter at 5 AM, since that is when setup begins, but I was not inclined to get up that early on a holiday. When I arrived with my entourage at 9 on Thanksgiving morning breakfast was already being served. By the time Francine, the cute young photographer I had hired for the occasion, had finished taking pictures of me entering the shelter from various angles, it was almost 9:30 when I finally strapped on an apron and joined the other volunteers serving the last few breakfasts. Read more…

Collared

A story conceived by Goddess Marquesa

A personal note from Goddess Marquesa: This story is a personal favorite of Mine because it references My number one pet. My Beautiful Borzoi.

This has nothing whatsoever to do with taboo subjects such as bestiality.  I would never consider such a story or fantasy.

————————————————————

I had never seen such a beautiful dog before. She darted across my vision just as I looked up from my Tolstoy. It felt like a sign, and was- though of what, at the time, I could never have guessed.

It was a cool, sunny, smog free day, and so I had decided to take my research outdoors. I had been camped out in the park for about an hour, reading and taking notes, when she appeared. She was a black-and-white Borzoi, and was bounding happily across the field on which I sat as if she owned it. Her coat was long and lustrous, her eyes bright with mischief, her frame animated by all the power and graceful agility of her breed. My eyes followed her involuntarily, my research momentarily set aside. Read more…

THE SUBMISSION- Part 3

The Monday night following paul’s humiliating and degrading weekend under Goddess Marquesa’s  carefully planned and deviously devised hypnotic session in front of an audience of  Her close friends and clientele and featuring her very muscular and athletic wrestling/bodybuilding acquantainces , one male and one female,   paul was reluctant to answer the phone answering machine which  revealed that Marquesa was following up sooner than he could have imagined.   For  paul was still very fatigued and exhausted from the weekend of combined anguish,  and yet thrilling and exciting fantasy fulfillment beyond anything he could have imagined.   But the reluctance quickly gave way to the, by now,   deeply ingrained submission and resignation and paul almost automatically and reflexively ran to grab the receiver.   Marquesa’s voice was all too familiar, a slight lustful rasp, and mixed with a deep and luscious resonance that paul was now conditioned to respond to without hesitation and with a deep sense of reverence and desire to obey and submit to. Read more…

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox

Join other followers: