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…
Tag: Obey
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 9th, 2013
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The night was clear, the sky filled with stars. The warm wind rushed by the beautiful face of the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa as She drove across the desert on a dark, seemingly deserted, highway. Her long, lustrous, sexy blonde hair was tossed by the wind—making it even more attractive . . . if that is at all possible. She was a stunning sight indeed—that is if anyone else was lucky enough to be out on this lonely stretch of road . . . Read more…
- Author name:
- Alvin
- Publish date:
- July 9th, 2013
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The following is a transcript of the actual recorded words of Mistress Marquesa, and the responses during the session of Her faithful slave alvin as She hypnotized him in 1992. In all cases where the Marquesa employs hypnotism in a session with a slave its use is entirely voluntary on the part of the slave and, in fact, must be actively sought by him before the Marquesa will consent to its use. The purpose of hypnosis as practiced by Mistress Marquesa is to enhance the Mistress/slave relationship to a virtually unbelievable intensity of sado-masochistic energy and psychological ecstasy – for both Mistress and slave. Read more…
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
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NO PART(S) OF THIS STORY, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE ALTERED, COPIED, EXCERPTED, STORED, TRANSMITTED, OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY PERSON(S) WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.
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…
- Author name:
- samantha
- Publish date:
- July 8th, 2013
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Samantha eyed her prey across the room. The new boy at work seemed just the right man for her. He was
polite, well-dressed, good looking, and seemed eager to please the boss. Would he be equally eager to please her? He would be soon, if she had her way. Her friend Penny commented on him.
“Keep your hands off him, I saw him first.’ Samantha said. She knew that Penny would not dare cross her. Although they were in theory equals at work, in fact Penny had grown to rely very much on Samantha for advice. She admired Samantha´s good looks, and wanted to be like her. She had fallen into the routine of allowing Samantha to make decisions for her and letting her boss her about. Read more…
