“Harlot!”
The preacher at the podium screamed the word into his microphone, making it reverberate through the enormous, brightly lit sanctuary of the megachurch, in which hundreds of congregants were gathered for Sunday services. Like the other churchgoers, Goddess Marquesa was startled.
Her surprise intensified when she saw her own face appear on the giant LED screen mounted behind the preacher, which until that moment had been projecting placid images of wide prairies and sunny shorelines. Looking at the ceiling toward the front of the large auditorium, she saw the remote-controlled camera that had surreptitiously been trained on her. It had caught her in an upper-torso focus, so that the assembly got to take in the blond locks, emerald eyes, classic features and voluptuous breasts that gave her such seductive appeal. Read more…
My Dear submissive subbies and slaves,
It is a perfectly clear, crisp morning, just after sunrise. The sun is strong, but not too hot and a light, but refreshing breeze blows from offshore. i am up early, per Mistress Marquesa’s instructions, preparing Her a light, but hearty breakfast of fresh fruit juice, assorted fresh fruits sliced to Her liking, a fresh baked muffin and fresh coffee. As always, when I work in Mistress’s kitchen, I am naked save for a frilly apron, my leather cock and ball restraint and the obligatory nipple clamps and weights, which dangle freely from my budding tits, pulling them, shaping them and making them grow to Mistress’s delight and, naturally, my delight as well. my ass, which Mistress paid close attention to before She sent me to sleep the night before, sports an eye-catching redness, a reminder of the deliciously sharp spanking Mistress gave me before She ordered me to retire. The redness prickles with a soreness that sends waves of pleasure through me; anytime Mistress administers punishment, pain or attention of any kind to my body – Her exclusive property – the joy is most profound for me. 
