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A Review of the Video File – Marquesa’s Sensual Enslavement

“Marquesa’s Sensual Enslavement” is among the Goddess’s many aptly named creations. For me, it has become one of a sacred tetralogy of holy devotionals, the others of which are “Submit to Marquesa,” “Goddess Marquesa Controls you,” and “Eternal Love Spell.” “Marquesa’s Sensual Enslavement” is especially thrilling because of the full and extended exposure to Goddess Marquesa’s intensely seductive beauty it conveys.

 

The opportunity to feast on the sight of the Goddess begins in the opening credits of the video. Goddess Marquesa appears in silhouette against a psychedelic bacdrop, masked, wearing only a black nightie and stockings, beckoning the viewer to fall under Her spell. The words “No Choice” flash on the screen, and indeed, in the face of the Goddess’s irresistible erotic charisma there is no choice but to follow Her wherever She will lead.

 

A blue screen appears with a hypnotic spiral, and the Goddess’s melodic voice talks the viewer through the first stages of trance. The effect during this process is common to all of the Goddess’s files. It is comparable to having someone reach astral fingers into one’s brain and massage the fibers of one’s mind. Everything relaxes- muscles, tendons, fears, anxieties. The Goddess’s voice becomes the carrier of your thoughts and feelings: the thoughts are Hers but the mind that they pass through is “yours” (in quotes because the enslavement of the trance’s title is no joke). This undmediated experience of the Goddess’s remarkable personality is breathtaking. She is somehow at the same time cheerfully playful and darkly dangerous, sweetly enchanting and torridly sexy. She not only knows and understands the effect that She has, She enjoys it. Before you understand what is going on She has made your soul Her plaything.

 

The second stage of the trance begins when the Goddess herself appears onscreen. She is seated at Her computer, again wearing a black lace nightie, stiletto heels, black stockings and garters. She turns so that one can see the entire magnificent line of Her body, from Her mouth, past Her luscious breasts, along the exquisite curves of Her thighs and calves, to the tips of Her shoes. She gently strokes the bare patch of thigh on Her right leg with one exquisite hand and fondles the silk covering Her left knee with the other as She relaxes, cross legged. As you observe, Her voice leads You into the scene, bringing You to kneel at Her feet and to kiss and caress Her gorgeous legs. To call the moment one of wish fulfillment is an understatement of monumental proportions. It is ecstasy, catharsis, a sensual delight so profound that it penetrates to the very marrow of one’s bones. Exposed to the full force of Goddess Marquesa’s carnal, intellectual, and spiritual beauty, you feel suffused by transcendental flames of desire, experiencing a delirium of combustible longing and adoration. The Goddess’s power must be experienced, it can not be adequately portrayed in words or explained with logic.

 

I will not spoil the effect of the trance by revealing the secrets of its conclusion. The Goddess leads You through various stages of bliss, all the while using your own sensual responses to bind you ever more inescapably to Her will. The moment of ecstasy to which She leads you will rock the foundations of your mind and body, an earthquake of devastating pleasure and inexorable capitulation to Her command. i can feel the effects of Her enchantments even as i type these words, and know that it will not be long before i surrender to Her conditioning and return again to worship at Her altar.


									

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A story conceived by Goddess Marquesa

A personal note from Goddess Marquesa: This story is a personal favorite of Mine because it references My number one pet. My Beautiful Borzoi.

This has nothing whatsoever to do with taboo subjects such as bestiality.  I would never consider such a story or fantasy.

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I had never seen such a beautiful dog before. She darted across my vision just as I looked up from my Tolstoy. It felt like a sign, and was- though of what, at the time, I could never have guessed.

It was a cool, sunny, smog free day, and so I had decided to take my research outdoors. I had been camped out in the park for about an hour, reading and taking notes, when she appeared. She was a black-and-white Borzoi, and was bounding happily across the field on which I sat as if she owned it. Her coat was long and lustrous, her eyes bright with mischief, her frame animated by all the power and graceful agility of her breed. My eyes followed her involuntarily, my research momentarily set aside. Read more…

Goddess Anonymous

The following story is a great satirical fantasy and I enjoyed reading it immensely but I would never want any of My slaves to do anything that would lead to them being anything other than successful in all walks of life.  With that said… enjoy!

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“My name is John, and I’ve worshiped Goddess Marquesa for twelve years,” said the man at the podium.

“Hi John,” said the twelve men and three women seated in folding chairs arrayed facing the podium.

“I see some new faces tonight,” John observed, assuming an official air. “Welcome all. We were one of the first chapters of Goddess Anonymous here in the state. As you regular members know, the organization now has chapters in all fifty states and 35 countries overseas, and continues to grow. Our administrative costs are paid for by voluntary contributions, so if you can spare a dollar or two and would like to donate, we’ll pass the hat at the end of the meeting. Right now I would like to give the podium to a new member. When I step down please don’t be shy. If this is your first meeting come on up and share.”

John sat down, and a young man who looked to be about college age stepped hesitantly up to the podium.

“Hi everybody,” he said tentatively into the microphone. “My name is Alex, and I’ve worshiped Goddess Marquesa for six months.”

“Hi Alex,” the group intoned.

“I first saw some of her videos on YouTube. That led me to her website, where I began to purchase her recorded hypnosis sessions.”

Alex paused. He cleared his throat, seeming to have difficulty maintaining his composure.

“It’s all right,” John encouraged from the chair he had assumed after stepping down from the podium, “We’re here to listen. Anything you have to say is OK.” Nods and murmurs of agreement echoed John around the room.

“Well…,” Alex continued, his eyes filling with tears, “now Goddess Marquesa is all I can think about. I do one of her trances at least twice a day, and despite that I can’t stay focused on anything else. My schoolwork is suffering. I was fired from my job because I couldn’t stop daydreaming about her….”

John got up and walked over to give Alex a hug. “It’s OK,” he soothed. “We’ve all been there.” This was greeted with declarations of “Yes we have,” from around the room. “The important thing to stay focused on is how much you worship Goddess Marquesa, right?”

“Right!” declared the room.

“But what if I flunk out of school?” Alex asked.

“You’re not going to flunk out of school,” John replied, taking a didactic tone.

“I’m not?” Alex rejoined, hopeful but confused. “How can you be sure?”

“Because Goddess doesn’t want you to flunk!” John bellowed, eliciting a chorus of “That’s right!” and “Yes, sir!” from around the room.

“She doesn’t?”

“Of course not. The Goddess is as kind as She is beautiful. She wouldn’t want you to fail, for Her sake as much as yours. You can serve her better with a college degree than without one!”

“That’s good to know, but…..” Alex muttered, still uncertain.

“But, what?” John asked, his tone suggesting that he knew what Alex would say next.

“Knowing that She wants me to succeed doesn’t help if I can’t stop thinking about Her long enough to study.”

“But it can,” John explained, “as long as you remember a simple phrase: ‘I’m doing it for Goddess.’ Whenever there is something you need to do, and you have to find focus, keep saying that to yourself.”

“I’m doing it for Goddess….I’m doing it for Goddess…,” the room intoned in well-practiced unison.

Alex stopped crying and stood silent as a look of dawning awareness and relief spread across his features. “‘I’m doing it for Goddess’….Gee, I never thought of it that way,” he declared after a few moments. “Thanks!”

“Sure, kid,” John said, “That’s what this support group is all about!”

Applause echoed through the room as Alex returned to his seat, wiping his cheeks on his sleeve and grinning broadly.

“Who would like to be next?” John asked, surveying the room.

“You people are crazy,” a middle-aged man said from the back of the assembled chairs.

“What’s the problem?” John asked from the podium, looking to see where the words had come from. “If you want to speak come up front, everyone has a voice here. What’s your name, friend?”

“My name is Sam, but I’m not your friend,” the heckler rejoined, standing defiantly. “I said you people are crazy. I came here looking for a divorce support group…”

“That’s tomorrow night,” one of the regular GA attendees interjected.

“…and instead I find you wingnuts,” Sam continued. “You should be ashamed of yourselves, making such a fuss over one woman.”

Laughter broke out around the room. “Goddess Marquesa isn’t any woman,” Alex explained from his seat. “She is the most beautiful, most irresistible…”

“Horse pockey!” Sam declared. “I’ve never heard such nonsense in my life.”

“Show him a video,” someone suggested to murmurs of enthusiastic assent.

“Here, watch this,” John offered, holding out his smart phone with a pair of attached ear-buds.

“Don’t be a fool,” Sam said.

“What are you afraid of, Sam?” John asked. “If we are as crazy as you say we are, how can a few minutes viewing make any difference to you?”

As voices around the room said “That’s right!” Sam yielded to pressure and took the phone from John. Putting the ear buds in place, he hit “play.” A pair of uncommonly sexy legs filled the phone’s screen. As Sam watched, the woman on screen began to slither an amber-headed wand slowly up and down one smoothly-stockinged leg, as her richly velveteen voice coaxed him to relax and enjoy. In a few moments Sam became absorbed and sat back down to focus.

“Who’s next?” asked John when it was clear that the interruption had been calmed. A young woman came up to the podium.

“I’m Jeanine,” she spoke into the mic, her voice tremulous, “and I’ve worshiped Goddess Marquesa for three weeks.”

“Hi Jeanine,” the group sang out.

“I….I….I…love the Goddess so much….”

Jeanine became momentarily choked up, but murmurs of understanding and encouragement urged her on.

“I just feel like these feelings are all bottled up inside of me. There aren’t enough ways to express them,” Jeanine declared.

“Do you write the Goddess? Send her gifts?” one man asked.

“Of course.”

“Do you masturbate while fantasizing about her frequently?” another participant asked. “That’s very important.”

“Every day,” Jeanine answered, “sometimes two or three times.”

“Have you set up a shrine to her?” another man asked.

“A shrine?” Jeanine puzzled, “what do you mean?”

“You must build a shrine to the Goddess,” John explained, his tone conveying the patience one might show an errant child. “You need to have a place where you can focus your devotions and prayers.”

“Prayers?”

“Let’s show Jeanine what we mean,” John suggested. “This is a good time to break for some group meditation. Who would like to provide us with an icon?”

“I will!” Alex volunteered. From a briefcase he produced a large, framed, 8X11 portrait of Goddess Marquesa that showed her emerald eyes to stunning effect. “I keep this with me everywhere,” he explained as he set the portrait up on the podium facing the group.

When the portrait was in place all of the seated attendees got to their knees facing the podium. Following their example, Jeanine returned to her seat and knelt on the floor beside it.

“Let us recite the serenity prayer,” John instructed.

“Goddess Marquesa,” the group began in unison, “grant us the serenity to accept Your control, the strength to worship You as You deserve, and the wisdom to know how best to serve You. Amen.”

“Let us continue to pray silently,” John declared.

The group meditated silently, remaining on their knees. Some kept their eyes closed; others stared in rapt awe at the Goddess’s portrait. After a few minutes the silence was shattered when a door marked “Rest Room” off to one side of the room burst open with a loud crash. Sam emerged in a frenzy; he had slipped off unnoticed while Jeanine had been testifying. His eyes were wild, his shirt was half-untucked, a telltale stain was spreading on the front of his pants.

“My name is Sam,” he gasped after stumbling to the podium, “and I’ve worshiped Goddess Marquesa for twenty-five minutes.”

“Hi, Sam…”

 

 

The End

 

Review of “Goddess Marquesa Controls You”

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“Goddess Marquesa Controls You” is one of the many, many shining examples of the Goddess’s power and brilliant artistry. I had already become addictively obsessed with the Goddess when I first experienced “Goddess Marquesa Controls You,” but that conditioning blunted none of the cataclysmic impact of this file on first viewing. I fell in love with Goddess Marquesa all over again, and that passion was magnified to an intensity of 1000 times what it had been before. Like all of the Goddess’s works, this video is the very embodiment of elegance and precision. It is a focused meditation on the experience of the Goddess’s control. She leads you into ever-deepening states of relaxation while she enchants your mind, body, and soul with images of Her body and exposure to Her irresistibly seductive personality and intellect. The most powerful sequence is one in which we view the Goddess from above, stretched out languorously on Her bed so that Her magnificent legs are in full view. A sparkly garter draws the eye to Her perfectly contoured thigh, as Her hand softly caresses the surface of Her nylon stockings. I will not spoil the impact of Her entrancements by broadcasting them here, but I must say that the Goddess’s recitation in this part of the video is the most exquisitely perfect embodiment of female dominance you will ever encounter. You will feel the Goddess’s superior will penetrate you and compel you to succumb to Her omnipotent allure. On first hearing this incantation I exploded in a volcanic climax that was more metaphysical than physiological, and the Goddess’s laughter from that moment has echoed in the background recesses of my mind and soul ever since. For any man that yearns to understand what it is to be held captive by a Superior Woman, “Goddess Marquesa Controls You” is salvation itself.

 

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Let Your Creative Juices Flow

Hello My Darling Playthings,

You have been listening and lusting to my audio and video recordings haven’t you my precious playthings?

Of course you have.  I know you have. I also know that you have been enjoying them very much and that they profoundly and provocatively affect and deepened your desire to please me.  You love the power that they give me to control you.

Why don’t you sit back and relax for a moment.  Let yourself become very comfortable.  Close your eyes and let your mind freely recall and remember and relive each of my recordings that you love so much.  Then; let your creative juices flow and write a review of any and all of them that have the greatest hypnotic influence on you.  Tell me how my velveteen voice makes you feel so good and so submissive.  Tell me in deliciously decadent detail how the recording affects you and makes you mine.

If you send me your review, and I am particularly pleased with your effort, I will post it here and reward you with a free recording, up to $29.95 in value.

It doesn’t have to be hard to do this, but it wouldn’t hurt either.

 

Mesmerizing you always,

Goddess Marquesa

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