Inspired by Goddess Marquesa

Prayer

This story is a continuation of the author’s previous story, Lust Boat.  It is, in its own right, a beautiful stand alone story. – GM

 

Aldo looked at Goddess Marquesa’s sleeping form. She was as gorgeous as he remembered. The moonlight coming through her bedroom window revealed lines of age, or perhaps care, on her face. But no time or mood could detract from her beauty. Aldo could still feel the tingling on his cheek from the slap she gave him as the Federales dragged him off to prison. Even if she had not been his greatest enemy, she would be in all ways unforgettable. Read more…

Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

a story conceived by Goddess Marquesa

            The staff had asked me to arrive at the Whispering Angel Shelter at 5 AM, since that is when setup begins, but I was not inclined to get up that early on a holiday. When I arrived with my entourage at 9 on Thanksgiving morning breakfast was already being served. By the time Francine, the cute young photographer I had hired for the occasion, had finished taking pictures of me entering the shelter from various angles, it was almost 9:30 when I finally strapped on an apron and joined the other volunteers serving the last few breakfasts. Read more…

Generosity

When you are a child the world is an enchanted place, and that magic can be both wonderful and terrifying. On the one hand, a bottle found at the beach might contain a genie. Santa’s workshop might be working on your perfect gift right now. But at the same time, when you are lying alone at night, the noise under your bed or in your closet might be a monster. The black cat that scurries across the sidewalk as you make your way to school might foretell sickness or injury. Read more…

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…

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