When I first began these notes, I referred to them in my day planner as “HJ diary”. The HJ stood for Henry Jekyl. My thought was that Mistress Marquesa’s Hypnotic Surrender tape was the equivalent of the mixture Dr. Jekyl took. I was looking for a change in me, and it could be the catalyst that might bring that other personality out. There was the real–although improbable, I thought at the time–possibility that my personality might change permanently or uncontrollably as a result.
Our moods fluctuate from day to day. To filter out that “noise” from a deeper, more lasting change, was the problem. Back when my survival instincts were at natural coyote levels, I felt the short run might be all the time I would have to “high tail it”, as we coyotes say, to safe ground. So I decided it would be prudent to keep a diary of my feelings and compare them from day to day.
Did a lot of good, huh? Read more…
Tag: Submission
- Author name:
- Not-so-Wiley Coyote
- Publish date:
- November 9th, 2013
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Part 1 Coyote Hits the Road
Normally, the screw-up would have really set me off. These guys had been a problem since we hired them. But for once I had no problem controlling my temper. On the contrary–I had to be careful not to sound happy. The subcontractor that was screwing up was in LA. And somebody would have to go down and decide if they were salvageable or we were better off just dumping them and re-bidding the contract. “God, I hate LA,” I said, trying my best to sound disgusted, “but tell them I’ll be there Monday morning”. Read more… |
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- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- September 4th, 2013
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- 1 Comment
Bill glanced at his Rolex as he entered the coffee shop; he was in a rush to get to the office as usual. The tables were crowded with customers, but the line was not too long this morning, about five people. He would be pushing his luck, but he dreaded facing a day of client interviews and meetings without his morning latte. He took his place at the end of the line.
She was there again, two customers ahead of him. Recognizing her gave Bill a pang of annoyance. On Monday they had had an altercation. He had been running particularly late that morning, and had shouldered to the head of the line. The others on line didn’t make a peep, but she had turned out to be pretty feisty. First she had scolded him for his bad manners. When he had tried to give her the brush off (“Look, lady, I’m in a rush….”) instead of clamming up she had gotten angry. What had she called him? A boor? A jackass? Anyway, it had been a lot of trouble to get a freaking latte. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 28th, 2013
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There are no side streets in Las Vegas but Scott turned a corner and there seemed to be less neon and blinking lights. He spied an entrance with a simple painted sign that said “The Marquesa’s Crystal Palace.” And displayed on boards on either side of the entrance were photos of some very beautiful women …
Scott was what you would call a hell raiser. A hard drinker, he often got into fights when he was drunk and won most of them. He also liked to push women around after he had had a drink or two . . . and tonight, he felt like a drink or two ….
Once inside Scott took a seat at a table and looked quickly at the menu placed there, hardly noticing the imprint: “The Crystal Palace, A MarquesaCo Enterprise.”
…. of course even if he had noticed he wouldn’t have known what it meant anyway. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 24th, 2013
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They were certainly an unusual trio. The First – because She is always the First! – Was The Magnificent Mysterious Mesmerizing Mistress Marquesa de Sade, our Heroine, dressed in a long black, low cut, form fitting, curve-clinging dress. Her perfect face, matchless form and unusual grace turned heads as they walked into the Fetish Ball. Read more…
