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…
Day 8
She came for breakfast this morning. I had been dreading seeing her, and was indeed very uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I took my seat at the table and sat mutely, eyes downcast as she laid out the food.
“Why so glum?” she asked.
“I’m ashamed,” I answered. Read more…
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Day One
The woman holding me prisoner has commanded me to keep this journal. At first I refused on principle, but as there is little else to occupy me, and this record might prove useful to police and prosecutors when she is finally arrested and tried, I have decided to do so. I do not remember my name or how I came to be here. The mirror reveals me to be a man in his mid- to late-fifties, but my appearance provides few other clues to my identity. My only clothes are a hospital gown, though I do not think that I am in a hospital. Read more…
“He is passably cute,” I thought to myself as I sat across the Green Room from the professor. Not an Adonis, but not ugly either. And the tweed jacket with leather patches at the elbows gave him a quaint, nerdy appeal. It was just an idle notion. Though it was true that 2018 had been a bad year for me, and I needed cheering up, it hadn’t occurred to me that adding a new pet to my menagerie was the tonic I needed for 2019. Not yet, anyway. Read more…
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and as was her custom, Goddess Marquesa was surveying the many gifts that she had received from adoring worshipers the world over. There were packages from places as far away as Vanuatu, and others from nearby suburbs, so many boxes that they barely fit under her tree. These she would open Christmas morning. Read more…
