I have watched you put many men under your spell but I am sure you cant do it to me…I can resist
Goddess Marquesa smiled at George I am sure you’re right. You’re probably far too strong-willed to be under my spell. There is one small problem though Your cock has a mind of its own, you know. It’s been listening to every word I’ve said. And I think that it’s very receptive to obeying and serving me, even if you aren’t. Read more…
The flight had been on time. He felt great. A long, deep sleep – despite his excitement. The stop-over in Paris had been smooth & the trans-Atlantic journey peaceful & calm. He’d stretched out on the vacant seats & slept deeply. Woken. Drunk some water. Mentally recited his ‘lesson’ 20 times [as instructed – as if he needed any stimulation his erection hard in his underwear – no tube to keep him in check. He’d enjoyed the feeling of arousal – a minor temptation…………….resisted.] Slept again. Woke as the Boeing circled LAX. Immigration & Customs no problem. He wondered if they’d looked closely at the contents of his baggage. Hmm. As Mistress had instructed, he’d brought everything. All the toys. Again he felt a thickening in his cock at the prospect. Read more…
(Ring… Ring… Ring)
Hello.
Good evening Mistress, this is Pepper.
Hi! Good evening. How are you?
Well… I’m very good and very excited to be speaking with you.
Very good, My pet. I’ve been thinking of you and I’m excited to be talking to you too. Are you wearing your panties and chastity? Read more…
Burton Clay pressed the flashing button on his office intercom. “Yes, Molly?” he asked in the clipped tones of a busy man.
“There is a depositor requesting to see you,” the voice of his secretary reported.
Burton looked at his watch. It was two-thirty. Even with shortened summer hours on a Friday afternoon, the bank would not close for another hour and a half. “All right,” he said into the intercom with weary resignation, “send him in.” Read more…
The castaways headed for shade. Their lifeboat had bobbed about for several hours in the previous night’s storm; the placid morning finally found them grounded on a sunny beach that ended at a densely grown forest. There was no one else in sight.
“Bring the emergency kit,” the woman said curtly and with only a slight turn of her head, not deigning to look back at the object of her command. She was extraordinarily beautiful- tall and curvaceous with jet black hair that came down to the center of her back. She was dressed more for an evening on the town than a shipwreck. A short black dress hugged her enticing frame, exposing gorgeous legs sheathed in sheer black hose. Read more…
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