In Marquesa’s lovely home of devious delights is a small green crystal bottle… Do not be deceived, the bottle may be small but what it contains will shock you. Marquesa, sweet, innocent, devious delightful Marquesa may invite you for a visit. By all means visit Her, bring Her presents, spoil Her give Her reason to smile and maybe She will show You the wonders of that unique piece of glass… Read more…
Tag: Obedience
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- December 4th, 2015
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“I didn’t come here because I want you,” I lied.
Goddess Marquesa laughed. I wondered then if she could read my thoughts. That was silly. A woman who has inspired so much desire in so many men can read the signs. The air of lust must have been surrounding me so thickly that I fairly reeked of it, so that even someone with senses less attuned than hers could see it. But I was naïve and deeply in denial enough to believe that she must have some special sensitivity to pierce my disguise. Read more…
- Author name:
- Slave Ykcor
- Publish date:
- November 13th, 2015
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Elena was as stunning as she was kinky. At 50, she still had the body (and the sex drive) of a woman half her age. Blonde, with hypnotically green eyes, long legs and full breasts, she remained the cool, confidant domme who had begun turning older men into groveling slaves before she was a teenager.
Jack was one of The Chosen Few, a group of half a dozen carefully selected slaves who had the privilege of serving Elena. Inclusion in the group was the result of merciless (and never-ending) testing. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- November 6th, 2015
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Lana looked down at young Dan kneeling, subserviently, before her, helplessly captured by her beauty and sensuality. Her mind flashed back to the hypnosis stories she had read earlier in the day and wondered if Big Dan’s constant rereading of them might make him susceptible to mesmerism, even if attempted by a novice, such as herself. “In for a dime, in for a dollar “, she thought, as she grabbed the boy by the hair and kissed him roughly. She felt him weaken in her arms. “Get into the closet, and stand there … you may masturbate if the urge hits you but stay in the closet and stay silent. Do you understand . Slave Boy ?” Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- October 2nd, 2015
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“Holy Svengali, Batman, we’re trapped!” Robin cried, wriggling vainly against the ropes that bound him to the table.
“Yes, old chum,” replied Batman. “The last thing I remember was walking in to Goddess Marquesa’s lair. There was a voice and then…then…”
“We woke trussed up like chickens ready for roasting.” Read more…
