One dreary, overcast autumn weekday morning finds Goddess Marquesa puttering around Her house.  Well, not so much puttering as attending to mundane (read non-fetish) business that, to Her, seems as dreary as the weather outside.  Exciting?  No, far from it.  She expressed Her feelings about this work when She once admonished a subject who innocently inquired what She was up to, replying crossly, “I don’t have time to sit around all day in black leather, eating bonbons and playing with sex toys.  Sometimes, things need to be done!”  Her choice of clothing, no surprise, is entirely congruent with accomplishing mundane but necessary tasks;  She’s comfortably attired in a blue pastel cotton blouse, casually knotted around Her waist, a pair of cut-off jeans, and flip flops.  Decidedly non-fetish apparel, but having spent the last two hours paying bills and fine tuning a couple of balky links on Her website, She’s not in a fetish mood.  Bored, cranky, stifling a yawn, and needing a break, Marquesa is heading to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee when Her doorbell rings.  Sighing deeply, She wonders, Now, who could that be? Read more…