Tag: Kneel

Under the Spell of the Witch

Kevin paused in front of the oaken door that graced the graceful abode of Mistress Marquesa, the hypnotic witch, and went through the chain of events that brought him here.

As an investigative reporter for an online magazine that focused on the strange and esoteric, he was used to stories of magick and mystery, but this was a little different.

An anonymous tip via e-mail had brought him 3000 miles from home to interview a woman who was rumored to have magickal powers of seduction and temptation, and who was also suspected in the disappearance of several men in the area. Read more…

The Case of the Highly Trained Masturbator

One hand was clutching my pen, and the other was down inside my trousers.  i was determined to carry out my assigned task and write a fantasy story.  Being a highly trained masturbator, but not an experienced writer, i was struggling to focus.

              Mistress Monique summoned Her lowly live-in slave, roy, to Her lofty chambers.  As She sat in all Her regal magnificence, on Her vanity stool, applying Her special beauty secrets, She saw the reflection of the wimpy worm, kneeling behind Her, looking apologetic.  he was empty handed, and Monique merely screamed “get out, you stupid shit, and bring Me My coffee!!”  roy scrambled away and returned, deathly afraid, yet excited by the terror, the suspense, the power She imposed upon him.  Depending on Her mood, his day might be heaven, or hell, and he was utterly powerless!   his only hope being to please Her with total submission. Read more…

tracie’s JOURNEY TO THE HOOKERS BALL WITH MARQUESA

I woke up at the foot of the bed one morning, after a brutal session with Marquesa. My bottom was still red with welts. Marquesa was standing above me with a wicked smile and said She had a surprise for me for Halloween. We were going to the Hookers Masquerade Ball in San Francisco. It is a benefit for a non-profit that helps hookers in various ways, but is turning into a Fetish ball that stops at nothing. Read more…

“Dream”

One day on the way home from work, I sat in the bus, dozing off. It had been a rough day, and a cloudy, windy one as well. I have an hour ride on the bus, so there’s plenty of time for a nap. And sitting there in the heat I closed my eyes and felt my breathing getting heavier and heavier.

And I fell into a dream. A spectacular scenario from probably 4000 years ago. Yet it was right now in the dream. I was standing in a kind of hall. There were pillars on both sides. And the hallway between the pillars was about 12 feet wide. There was space beyond this hallway, but I didn’t notice how far it extended. Read more…

“The Chair”

Of all the things I thought would wake me Monday morning, having Mistress Marquesa calling me ten minutes before my alarm went off and telling me “Be here early Friday night… I want your cock” wasn’t one of them.

I was utterly stunned and I vaguely recall answering “Yes Mistress” to Her. Read more…

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