INTRO: We’ll skip our usual, long-winded introduction for this tale which we found to be completely self-explanatory. Hope it gives you the kicks (especially if delivered by lovely, nylon-clad foot) that it did for Mistress and me! Read more…
Tag: Worship
I was woken by the soft touch of a gentle foot against the back of my neck. My first sensation was of being completely drained. I could remember nothing about the night before except the feeling of ecstasy. I had cum repeatedly, gasping and screaming, spilling what seemed like impossible buckets of semen. Read more…
This morning Goddess Marquesa granted me permission to perform the rite in worship of Her. I accepted Her gift eagerly. Gathering all of the necessary implements, I sat naked before my computer. Read more…
“Why have you come here?” Goddess Marquesa asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered, and it was the truth. She had agreed to a private meeting with me only after much pleading, but I could not identify the root of my pressing need. “The trance sessions I’ve had with you have been wonderful, but lately I don’t feel myself. Look…” I held up my hand, palm down. It trembled involuntarily. “I can’t make it stop. I have trouble sleeping. I can’t focus at work. What’s happening to me? Can you help me with this?” Read more…
I noticed her as soon as she came into my shop, Palm Tree Cards and Gifts of West Florida. She is the kind of woman who is noticed wherever she goes. The curves of her body, the litheness of her movements, and the general aura of her presence all command attention.
