An amazing story written for Me about Me!
This is NOT just one man’s dream in writing. This may very well be your dream come true!
Imagine yourself meeting a client for the first time. Of course, You’ve previously chatted with him by telephone and vetted him as well as You could, and he seemed to respond well to your suggestions. So, when he asked to meet and experience You in person, You agreed to receive him. Read more…
“Harlot!”
The preacher at the podium screamed the word into his microphone, making it reverberate through the enormous, brightly lit sanctuary of the megachurch, in which hundreds of congregants were gathered for Sunday services. Like the other churchgoers, Goddess Marquesa was startled.
Her surprise intensified when she saw her own face appear on the giant LED screen mounted behind the preacher, which until that moment had been projecting placid images of wide prairies and sunny shorelines. Looking at the ceiling toward the front of the large auditorium, she saw the remote-controlled camera that had surreptitiously been trained on her. It had caught her in an upper-torso focus, so that the assembly got to take in the blond locks, emerald eyes, classic features and voluptuous breasts that gave her such seductive appeal. 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…
