Forward: You have inspired me, seduced me and thrilled me. I loved your voice the first time I heard it. I have loved You in secret since the first phone session we had. I know I have not always stayed in touch. My ADD brain has me skipping like a stone on the water but I find I just love You more. I so appreciate this opportunity to write this for You in gratitude and lustful longing. The edited story follows.
Tag: Marquesa
One morning last week the Mistress Marquesa de Sade was kind enough to telephone and inform me that my next training session would soon be taking place. The Mistress indicated that her records showed that far too much time had passed since my last instruction and that I had likely fallen into a deplorable state of obedience.
The Mistress advised that prior to my session I would be picking up a long awaited package, for her. She had personally selected me to perform this errand for her and I was grateful that she had thought of me to do her bidding. Read more…
My name is Paul… or Slave Paul… and I am writing this essay as a testimony to the wonderful dominant powers of Mistress Marquesa.
First let me say that I consider myself an ordinary adult, professional male in every sense of the words. I am very athletic, I love sports of all kinds, I think I have a good sense of humor, and no one would even come close to guessing that I am a sex slave to the Magnificent Marquesa. 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…
It is a perfectly clear, crisp morning, just after sunrise. The sun is strong, but not too hot and a light, but refreshing breeze blows from offshore. i am up early, per Mistress Marquesa’s instructions, preparing Her a light, but hearty breakfast of fresh fruit juice, assorted fresh fruits sliced to Her liking, a fresh baked muffin and fresh coffee. As always, when I work in Mistress’s kitchen, I am naked save for a frilly apron, my leather cock and ball restraint and the obligatory nipple clamps and weights, which dangle freely from my budding tits, pulling them, shaping them and making them grow to Mistress’s delight and, naturally, my delight as well. my ass, which Mistress paid close attention to before She sent me to sleep the night before, sports an eye-catching redness, a reminder of the deliciously sharp spanking Mistress gave me before She ordered me to retire. The redness prickles with a soreness that sends waves of pleasure through me; anytime Mistress administers punishment, pain or attention of any kind to my body – Her exclusive property – the joy is most profound for me. Read more…
