Not long ago a hypno fan of Mine (by the name of warren) pleaded with Me to fly to New York. He moaned…. “Meet with me in the Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel, Goddess Marquesa.”
His exact words were – “Please Mistress, just give me one hour of your time. I need to speak with you about these dreams, no….these nightmares, NO…these dreams I have been having. Perhaps they have something to do with My listening to your erotic recordings! Read more…
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Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the lovely, loving, lovable, leggy, luxurious, lusty, lustful, and ratiocinative GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read: by any minor; by any individual(s) ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally for any reason(s) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; by any person(s) uncomfortable with the subject of mind-control (in any of its forms) or the topic of feminine influence/control/domination/power/superiority/supremacy or both.
Only someone who has never had to run a business would be ignorant enough or stupid enough to believe it is a piece of cake to do so. Anyone who declares it is easy to attain and/or maintain success or prosperity or both is either a prevaricator or a jackanapes. Branston Bingumton, who was the founder, CEO, and CFO of his own outrageously booming conglomerate, knew both of these things to be true. He had the battle scars of high blood pressure, indigestion, insomnia, ulcers, and stress-engendered pulmonary difficulties to prove it. Read more…
It s difficult to describe how excited mike felt each time he got just a block from Mistress Marquesa\’s home. As instructed, he always called Her on his cell phone from the airport as soon as he got off the plane and barked into it. It was a quick phone call he identified himself with the bark and She instructed him he had just 20 minutes to call Her from the pay phone near Her home.
As he left the terminal he told himself, like so many times before, that this was the last time. he would go through with it this time because he was already here but never again. No matter how many times he served at the beautiful, sexy, regal feet of Mistress Marquesa he never got used to it. he always felt an indescribable mix of anxiety, fear, nervousness, guilt, butterflies, but most prominently, excitement . . . most certainly, excitement where it counts most! Read more…
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…
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