She had agreed to go with me to the new Getty Museum after our second session. We talk like old friends in the car–effortlessly and fast, as though we know we haven’t enough time to talk about everything we’d like. When I attempt to reconstruct our conversations afterwards, however, I never seem to have enough dialogue to fill the time we talked. It’s as if there are gaps in my memory “tape” of our conversations. That’s puzzling because my memory is good, and most things associated with Marquesa are too hard to erase, not too easy. |
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Tag: Marquesa
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- August 19th, 2013
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“Well, we have something interesting today for you folks,” promised Bob Thatcher, the host of “Morning Live with Bob.” Each hair was meticulously in place as usual, his impossibly white teeth beaming forth from his hyper-caffeinated grin.
“Do you believe in hypnosis? Well our next two guests sure do. We have invited two local professional hypnotists to our studio to have a kind of ‘trance off.’ We are going to try something a little different this morning, though. Instead of asking our contestants to hypnotize me or one of you out in our audience, we will be asking them to work their craft on one-another.” Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
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- July 29th, 2013
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It is a different century, but only a few years have really drifted by since this event. This is a most happy time in Mistress Marquesa’s life. Things are less hectic. Her submissive subjects seem to be less demanding of Her precious time and energy. And…. this is a monumental day! The world will receive a great work of art this day. This is the day Marquesa has decided to RE-record “Hypnotic Surrender.” Read more…
The evening before the 9th Annual Symposium included, as always, a cocktail party for Mistresses, Goddesses, and dominant Women to mingle, share some experiences, renew acquaintances, and, of course, flaunt their beauty and power. For there exists, in such Women, a great deal of vanity and pride. In fact, years ago, it became accepted practice for a Mistress to declare Her supremacy over other Mistresses at this event. Such challenges usually led to a sort of battle. Often, choice slaves were used as pawns in such conflicts, since the true measure of a Diva’s power is reflected in Her slave. Read more…
- Author name:
- Slavegene
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- July 16th, 2013
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As usual, my ordinary wife and I were on our own sides of the bed. My slave cock and balls were consumed by such lust that fondling and playing with them were a definite must. As my big hand reached the stroke of twelve, i was summoned by a Siren voice that could not be ignored: “slave . . . slave . . . look upon Me, slave boy. . . .”
As i was opening my eyes, i was thinking in fright, “Shhh, ‘You’ll wake my wife and then there will be a big fight!’ “
To this came a silky reply: “Don’t worry, you slut, she won’t hear My voice. I read and project thoughts so don’t talk, slave boy.” Read more…
