Tag: Surrender

The Journey

 

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…

DESPERATION

NO PART(S) OF THIS WORK, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE ALTERED, COPIED, EXCERPTED, REPRODUCED, STORED, TRANSMITTED, OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the enticing, enigmatic, entrancing, energetic, and ensorcelling GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.

Many are they who yearn, who need, who seek, and who strive with all their mortal might to reach either or both of these tantalizingly tempting treasures:

#1. To acquire any iota of the alluring attention span of MISTRESS MARQUESA.

#2. To spend any time at all in the provocative, professorial, pixilating presence of HER HYPNOTIZING HIGHNESS. Read more…

Black Rope

 

There was a knock at the door.

He was two minutes early, and the Mistress was pleased. For all three of his visits, Mark was always on time. She liked punctuality in a man. It showed an awareness of the value of Her time.

Wearing Her favorite outfit, tight and black from top to bottom, She opened the door. “Come in,” She purred after he had stared long enough. “I’ve been expecting you.”

He thanked his Mistress as he walked in, then removed his shoes before stepping on Her carpet. Only Her Great Dane was allowed to get the carpet dirty. Read more…

My Beloved Mistress

 

 

 

“Hello Mistress. This is Your slave puppy doug calling. i’ve arrived at the Foghorn and await Your…”

“Hello slaveboy,” said Marquesa, picking up from the answering machine. Read more…

A New World

 

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He was waiting for her when she arrived.  Her staff had done the
necessary prep work with their usual efficiency.  He was strapped into
the chair in the center of the small, bare room.  A hood covered his
head.  She took the file folder from the back of the chair and sat
down in front of him to read over the notes.  It was nothing
unexpected.  The usual executive.  Over-worked and over-stressed,
looking for an hour’s escape.  She put the file away and pulled the
hood from his head. Read more…

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