Tag: Submission

Under the Spell of the Witch

Kevin paused in front of the oaken door that graced the graceful abode of Mistress Marquesa, the hypnotic witch, and went through the chain of events that brought him here.

As an investigative reporter for an online magazine that focused on the strange and esoteric, he was used to stories of magick and mystery, but this was a little different.

An anonymous tip via e-mail had brought him 3000 miles from home to interview a woman who was rumored to have magickal powers of seduction and temptation, and who was also suspected in the disappearance of several men in the area. Read more…

Transmigration (Part III)

“What had She done with me?” The thought continued to pound through my head like African drums as I watched the floors drift so painfully slowly by. The elevator seemed to move even more slowly as my frenzied impatience grew. The pointed edges of the crystal became the furious, razor-sharp fingernails of a tortured demon as I clutched it in my fist. I bared my teeth in defiant rage, as the happy ring of the elevator seemed to announce the arrival of another guest to hell. Read more…

The Case of the Highly Trained Masturbator

One hand was clutching my pen, and the other was down inside my trousers.  i was determined to carry out my assigned task and write a fantasy story.  Being a highly trained masturbator, but not an experienced writer, i was struggling to focus.

              Mistress Monique summoned Her lowly live-in slave, roy, to Her lofty chambers.  As She sat in all Her regal magnificence, on Her vanity stool, applying Her special beauty secrets, She saw the reflection of the wimpy worm, kneeling behind Her, looking apologetic.  he was empty handed, and Monique merely screamed “get out, you stupid shit, and bring Me My coffee!!”  roy scrambled away and returned, deathly afraid, yet excited by the terror, the suspense, the power She imposed upon him.  Depending on Her mood, his day might be heaven, or hell, and he was utterly powerless!   his only hope being to please Her with total submission. Read more…

Tentacles of Lust

 

Not long ago a hypno fan of Mine (by the name of warren) pleaded with Me to fly to New York. He moaned…. “Meet with me in the Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel, Goddess Marquesa.”
His exact words were – “Please Mistress, just give me one hour of your time. I need to speak with you about these dreams, no….these nightmares, NO…these dreams I have been having. Perhaps they have something to do with My listening to your erotic recordings! Read more…

The Symposium

The evening before the 9th Annual Symposium included, as always, a cocktail party for Mistresses, Goddesses, and dominant Women to mingle, share some experiences, renew acquaintances, and, of course, flaunt their beauty and power. For there exists, in such Women, a great deal of vanity and pride. In fact, years ago, it became accepted practice for a Mistress to declare Her supremacy over other Mistresses at this event. Such challenges usually led to a sort of battle. Often, choice slaves were used as pawns in such conflicts, since the true measure of a Diva’s power is reflected in Her slave. Read more…

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