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Your Turn

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September 14th, 2021
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Mistress Marquesa’s

s t o r i e s   o f    e n s l a v e m e n t

 

Your Turn                      (a poem by slave dan)

Relax as you feel My web weaving

Around and around in your mind

Replacing your tricks and conceiving

With a power that’s Heaven to find

 

Give in as the silks of My spinning

Entangle you more than before

Evolving a change-filled beginning

To a helplessness felt in your core

 

You can’t know what pleasures await you

In My lock that’s your key’s perfect fit

Be grateful the gods did create you

Because now it’s your turn to submit

 

Last Business Trip?

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June 11th, 2013
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It had been a long day at the client site, with a lot of seeming small issues that took up so much time. It was late and all I wanted to do was get something to eat, try to relax and get back to the hotel.

I think I had sampled just about everything on the hotel menu, so I was very pleased to see a small restaurant I hadn’t noticed before. I went down the steps into a dimly lit very discreet room. The tables looked like they would seat just 2 people each and they were in little booths. I ordered dinner and a bottle of Pinot Noir. I was checking some of my documentation for the following day and sipping some wine, when I noticed Her. She was sitting at a table diagonally across the room from me. She must have seen me looking, because Her lips curved in a beautiful smile and as She turned slightly in Her chair to face me, She crossed her long, long legs. She was wearing very black sheer stocking, and high spike black open toed heels. The gold ankle chain, sparkling in the candlelight caught my attention as she began to swing her leg slowly. Read more…

THE LAIR OF LADY LANGUORIE

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June 11th, 2013
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“Wake up sleeping beauty!” she said.

He quickly pulled his head from the velvet cushion on the large sofa and rubbed his eyes. His fellow fan of film noir and vintage horror sat across from him in what he knew to be the Magic Lantern Club. He knew all about this classic cinema palace even though he had never been there. She had booked it and promised to take him. He must have dozed off . He dimly remembered a chauffeured limo drive , some movement, and again-sleep.

“Got some work to do with these, hon. Celluloid surprises that have probably done the rounds of every flea-pit and grind-house in the land. They’re all digitally remastered onto DVD. And we get to categorize all of em!”

He groaned. Read more…

The Journey

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June 11th, 2013
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I had decided that I would schedule my upcoming trip to Asia on an airline that didn’t have an American flag painted on the side of the plane—what with all the terrorist attacks and other crap going on. In fact, I booked my flight on an Asian airline that I knew almost nothing about.

When I arrived at LAX I was pleasantly surprised to see a shiny new Boeing B-747-400 — the kind with the first class seats all located in that upper-deck “bubble.” As I climbed the stairs I saw that I was the only person booked into first class and I settled into my seat. I decided to sit in the seat opposite the jump seat that the flight attendant sits in for takeoffs and landings and when she sat down for the takeoff I was very, very happy I had chosen this airline and this seat! “Oh my god! . . . Wow! . . . This could be the most memorable flight of my poor, sex-starved life . . . just for the takeoff alone!” I thought to myself. Read more…

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