All he knew was that the lovely young woman he was interviewing for the secretary’s job had become the center of his world. Her name was Kia and she was a short, but very well built Asian seductress. She had been sent to him by MarquesaCo—a new temporary service recommended by one of his business associates. She had just walked into his office a few minutes before but already he could hear nothing but Her melodic voice. He was asking Her about Her skills to evaluate Her potential when She started playing with a large, multi-faceted green pendant resting between Her sumptuously beautiful, firm breasts. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing Her lacy black bra and the warmth of Her succulent cleavage. Read more…
Tag: Whipping
Six months have passed since my complete surrender to Marquesa. Six of the happiest months of my life. She has sculpted my body into olympic condition. She has taken control of my mind to the point that I don’t even look at or think about any other women. She haunts my dreams, controls my thoughts, and makes all my fantasies come true. She is my goddess, my idol, the seductive siren who enslaves me with the mere sound of her voice. Read more…
It was a typical late summer’s night in New York: sultry, hot and humid. It had just rained, but the night was clear now and the bright light of the Moon snuck down between the rooftops and kissed the glistening, wet streets. As the special limo carrying my most beloved, adored, and worshiped Mistress Marquesa and myself, Her submissive, pliant, obedient, pink lingerie clad slave/slut girl Danielle careened downtown, I could see that the city was indeed alive, despite the obtrusive heat and very late hour. Read more…
One morning last week the Mistress Marquesa de Sade was kind enough to telephone and inform me that my next training session would soon be taking place. The Mistress indicated that her records showed that far too much time had passed since my last instruction and that I had likely fallen into a deplorable state of obedience.
The Mistress advised that prior to my session I would be picking up a long awaited package, for her. She had personally selected me to perform this errand for her and I was grateful that she had thought of me to do her bidding. Read more…
“What is this?” I asked, sipping the scotch my date had just poured me as I perused the décor of her condo.
“That is where I display my special slaves,” she said from across the parlor, as she finished pouring a drink for herself.
Up until that point it had been a very good date, which for me is saying something. A man does not get to my age as a bachelor without racking up a lot of dating experience, and I had not been so turned on by someone I had just met for a very long time. The mention of “slaves” was the first warning sign I had encountered, and it made me turn, just to make sure I had heard her right. Doing so gave me another look at her gorgeous legs and shapely ass, as she faced away toward a sideboard that held her liquor and glassware. Read more…
