It is morning. Marquesa and I stroll through the magnificent halls of the Chateau, entering the picturesque dining room for a buffet breakfast. I hold Her chair for Her as She sits, slowly and elegantly. The tag on Her blouse is up! As I tuck it in, the back of my hand brushes against Her perfectly done hair. Read more…
Tag: Trust
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- June 16th, 2013
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“Madame Magda—Reader and Adviser” the carved wood sign read. It hung over the entrance to a door at a modest home in a residential area of a large city. Bob Cunningham looked around and again questioned the wisdom of his two friends who had advised him to see Magda. Over lunch he had told a couple of his friends that he had read about burglaries at art studios in town. Since he owned one of the larger galleries in the city he wanted to take more security precautions to protect his property. Both friends, also gallery owners, instead suggested that he visit Magda. They told him that she could tell, just by talking to him, if he needed more protection. Bob didn’t go in for mumbo-jumbo stuff like fortune tellers but his friends were so insistent that he agreed to see her just to placate them. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 16th, 2013
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The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa had been spending the week in New York City. When the local New York Doms heard the famous and beautiful Marquesa was in town they asked Her to come to The Vault, a NYC S&M club to demonstrate Her power over men. She was only too happy to make an appearance for the ladies and their slaves.
Cliff Jordan had been spending the week in New York City as well. He had been on a business trip and had worked every day from 8:00 in the morning to 7:00 at night. Each night he had then returned to his hotel room, eaten a room service dinner and gone to bed. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- May 25th, 2013
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I’m sure you will have no doubt believing that I have had the experience of putting people “under” in some pretty unusual and interesting places and circumstances. But one, in particular, stands out.
I was on a flight home, to Los Angeles, from Washington DC. Seated next to me on the airplane was a rather handsome young man who was pretty obviously attracted to me. At the same time, he appeared to be a bit nervous and agitated. Finally, smiling, I introduced myself and asked him if there was anything the matter. He said that, yes, he happened to hate flying (especially these days.) He claimed that it made him anxious and uneasy and kept him from relaxing during the flight. An excellent opportunity at hand, I told him that I was a professional hypnotherapist and I most certainly could help him relax and enjoy the remainder of the flight. All he needed to do was to relax as best he could, listen to my voice……… and decide that he truly wanted to overcome his fear of flying. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- May 15th, 2013
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“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…
