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…
Tag: Worship
- Author name:
- Pepper
- Publish date:
- October 5th, 2014
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(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…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- July 17th, 2014
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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…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- July 4th, 2014
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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…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- June 6th, 2014
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The doorbell rang. Goddess Marquesa sighed. Since injuring her foot, she had been largely housebound, and even common chores like answering the door posed a challenge. Whoever it was had better be on important business. With painful effort, she rose.
Standing on the front step the Goddess found an attractive brunette. The visitor was tall, late 30’s or early 40’s, wearing a prim pastel lavender skirt suit. Clasped tightly to her breast, bound in black leather with gilt lettering across the cover, was the Holy Bible, held so that the title would be visible to whoever answered the door. Read more…
