Tag: Pain/Pleasure

The Pilgrimage

It s difficult to describe how excited mike felt each time he got just a block from Mistress Marquesa\’s home. As instructed, he always called Her on his cell phone from the airport as soon as he got off the plane and barked into it. It was a quick phone call he identified himself with the bark and She instructed him he had just 20 minutes to call Her from the pay phone near Her home.

As he left the terminal he told himself, like so many times before, that this was the last time. he would go through with it this time because he was already here but never again. No matter how many times he served at the beautiful, sexy, regal feet of Mistress Marquesa he never got used to it. he always felt an indescribable mix of anxiety, fear, nervousness, guilt, butterflies, but most prominently, excitement . . . most certainly, excitement where it counts most! Read more…

Kim & MaiLee

 

I am amazed at what has happened to me in the last week. I remember clearly what has happened but why and how are still a confused jumble.

I must commit these memories to writing-I don’t ever want to forget-and, just maybe, I will someday understand it all. In any event I pray this adventure never ends . . .

Friday morning I boarded the flight from Los Angeles. I had booked a seat in the First Class section and had the luck-I then thought-to be seated next to the most beautiful Asian woman I had ever seen. She was petite,five-one or so, even in her black high-heeled shoes. She was the sort of woman you noticed from the ground up: shapely legs encased in shiny, sexy black nylons; a short black skirt, flaring slightly at the top of her well-formed thighs. She had narrow hips, a flat stomach and tantalizingly well-formed breasts pushed into one of those “lift and separate” bras to form pronounced, sexy mounds. Her black knit blouse was tight and cut very low. Her long hair was a lustrous black as it cascaded down her back. Read more…

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