The Grande Goddess, Mistress Marquesa de Sade does NOT have to go shopping
for her own newspapers. One of her many slaves has this job. But
occasionally, She does like to visit a newsstand to see exactly the kind of
person who reads her column in Hollywood Playdates /New Reality Magazine.
She just stands in the background (that IS hard for a Goddess as stunning
and attention grabbing as Her) and observes. Read more…
Tag: Worship
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 6th, 2013
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The Magnificent Mistress was returning to Her palatial residence after an evening of dancing, domination and male degradation. As She pulled Her powerful sports car into the garage, She realized that someone was already there! Her high-tech alarm system even told Her which room the burglar was in!
She was, of course, curious as to who would have the courage to take the chance to burglarize the home of the neighborhood s acknowledged Hypnotic Highness. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 2nd, 2013
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My lovely wife Nancy and I had looked forward to this vacation. We had been married for nearly three years. Money being how it was, we didn’t have a real honeymoon and no holidays since. As we saved for our vacation we looked over travel brochures by the hundreds. Florida, Bali, Europe, Jamaica, Rio, Nepal, Africa. Scuba diving, sun, dancing, museums, safaris, mountain climbing – all were interesting but none captured our imagination.
Finally, we received in the mail a flier from “Occult Vacations.” It promised a tour of Northern England’s “haunted” castles. Guess in the process of our search we had hit all the mailing lists! Read more…
- Author name:
- Mark Shaw
- Publish date:
- July 1st, 2013
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Goddess Marquesa [pronounced “Mar-key-sa” in line with a carefully reasoned rationale] looked breathtakingly alluring.
She surveyed herself critically in the mirror. The beautiful woman in the mirror stared back at her. The face was perfect, as it always had been. It was a beautiful face. Feminine. Naturally. But with that special element of the eternal female. Warm. Soft. Alluring. Possessing wisdom & character. A compelling face. Good bones – she thanked her genes for the bones. As every woman knows, having good bones – the brow, cheeks, good jaw – means always retaining a youthful look – not a young girl. Like a full bodied red wine – or a rose. Just approaching its absolute peak of perfection. After all, she wasn’t 20 any longer – thank goodness. But she sure as hell looked pretty good. Her bewitching emerald eyes, artfully made-up, were steady – intelligent, bright with the hint of a sparkle – or maybe a glint? Her generous mouth, flawlessly painted ruby-red lips, was in a state of natural repose, with the hint of a smile – a secret smile of amusement. ‘La Giaconda’ perhaps? Perhaps. Hmmm. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- June 27th, 2013
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Dr. Marlina Montefiore was a gorgeous, fabulously sexy, dominant and commanding woman. She had not always lived those last two traits, however. She sat in a large leather chair in Her opulent office as She contemplated all that had transpired in the last few months . . . all the changes. Her mind raced back to the argument She had with Her husband who had recently been hired as a press assistant to a conservative candidate for the U.S. House of Representatives. Read more…
