Tag: Kneel

The Marquesa Buys a paper—And Captures a slave

The Grande Goddess, Mistress Marquesa de Sade does NOT have to go shopping
for her own newspapers.  One of her many slaves has this job.  But
occasionally, She does like to visit a newsstand to see exactly the kind of
person who reads her column in Hollywood Playdates /New Reality Magazine.
She just stands in the background (that IS hard for a Goddess as stunning
and attention grabbing as  Her) and observes. Read more…

Panty Obsession

 


The Magnificent Mistress was returning to Her palatial residence after an evening of dancing, domination and male degradation. As She pulled Her powerful sports car into the garage, She realized that someone was already there! Her high-tech alarm system even told Her which room the burglar was in!

She was, of course, curious as to who would have the courage to take the chance to burglarize the home of the neighborhood s acknowledged Hypnotic Highness. Read more…

“PANTY FANTASY” part 4

 

She then sarcastically laughed a little more. Soon i was done massaging Her back and i stood motionless for a second wondering if i should push Her robe down further and massage Her gorgeous buttocks as in my instruction.
“Well, all done I see, at least for now My Pet.” That was my clue not to go any further. i backed away about three steps. Read more…

Night of The Witch – and Beyond!

My lovely wife Nancy and I had looked forward to this vacation. We had been married for nearly three years. Money being how it was, we didn’t have a real honeymoon and no holidays since. As we saved for our vacation we looked over travel brochures by the hundreds. Florida, Bali, Europe, Jamaica, Rio, Nepal, Africa. Scuba diving, sun, dancing, museums, safaris, mountain climbing – all were interesting but none captured our imagination.

Finally, we received in the mail a flier from “Occult Vacations.” It promised a tour of Northern England’s “haunted” castles. Guess in the process of our search we had hit all the mailing lists! Read more…

My South of France slave boy

 

This was wonderful.  As good as she might ever have imagined.  Better.  The sun shone onto her right hand on the table.  She looked out through the eastern doors at the sun-lit grass & trees rising to the ridge.  Wonderful.  The meal had been superb.  The wine – light & refreshing.  She was in heaven.

 

“…………Simon de Monfort was both.  It just depends on your ……………” Read more…

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