Of all the things I thought would wake me Monday morning, having Mistress Marquesa calling me ten minutes before my alarm went off and telling me “Be here early Friday night… I want your cock” wasn’t one of them.
I was utterly stunned and I vaguely recall answering “Yes Mistress” to Her. Read more…
Mistress Marquesa had jumped at the chance to judge the contestants in “Strictly come Trancing.” She was briefed that the show would be about hypnotists competing to help couples solve their relationship problems.
When She actually got onto the set, She felt like taking Her wicked, jet black stilettos and exercising Her luxuriously long and lusciously shapely, irresistibly well-toned and truly hypnotic legs by as painfully for them as possible drop kicking into everlasting damnations everyone responsible for this travesty, sham, and mockery masquerading as entertainment designed to help people in need. She also reproved Herself for not investigating this affair as much as She could and should have. In Her self-evaluation, being exceptionally busy was no excuse for not doing all Her homework. Read more…
She told me to dress casual but nice. i desperately needed to find some khaki pants, ones that would not show the continual stains of my pre-cum. i looked in my closet and found some black Haggar pants, however, the stain was very noticeable in those. i had to settle on a pair of cream colored pants and i chose a black short sleeve soft cotton shirt. The cream colored pants soaked through just as much, however less noticeably. Finally, i was ready. i went to my car and quickly unlocked the door, started my car and proceeded to follow Her directions. She was all i could think about, i was just about involved in two or three accidents basically because i was daydreaming. i tried to listen to the radio….first a sports talk show, then a hard rock station but to no avail! Finally, i just turned the radio off. Quiet was best….too much distraction was going to get me into an accident! Read more…
He hated this time of year when the trick or treaters called. He just could not cope with their misplaced joy. When he was married he used to hand over cash–but no longer. He usually ignored the knock at the door.
When it came this night he was especially fractious. “Go away, just go away!” he shouted. When the street fell silent he thought he was clear of this trick or treat nuisance. Then he heard a noise at the rear of his house, where he had left the door open. Read more…
My date, Jeanne, and I are at a large party hosted by a common friend, who told me that I would find my date fascinating. She is beautiful, in the full curvy fashion of gorgeous 1940’s movie starlets. She’s wearing a dark knee-length pleated skirt, good for dancing, and matching stylish short jacket top. But what keeps catching my eye is the bright blue corset framed by the jacket and skirt. It has decorative stitching forming flowers and Asian icons that catch and reflect the light as she turns and dances.
She catches me staring. “Ah, so you do like my outfit. I was beginning to wonder. I was told you had a fondness for corsets and bustiers. I thought this would eventually catch your attention.” Read more…
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