Inspired by Goddess Marquesa

Rubber Love – Catsuit & Gloves

Rubber features numerous ways to turn on its adherents, as many as their imagination and creativity permit.  It runs the gamut from sleeping between rubber sheets and pillow cases, and hopping into a huge rubber sac sack like a giant potato, to the most titillating clothing articles.
Let’s now turn to discuss garments and accessories of rubber that seem to offer its wearers the greatest sexual turn-on!

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Trick-or-Treatment

   

       David was drawn to her the moment he saw her. It was a cool October night. A good turn in the muggy weather of West Florida had drawn him out of the house. Through the music, chatter, and mood lighting of the jazz club his focus settled on her instantly. Everything about her crackled with energy and magnetism. The magnificent curves of her body. The sheen of her golden hair. The cheerful ease of her conversation as she chatted with other patrons. The knowing mischief in her exquisite green eyes. He could not resist attempting to flirt with her.

            “What do your friends call you?” he asked as he took the seat next to her at the bar, trying one of his most trustworthy lines.

            “That’s for My friends to know,” she said with a wicked smile. “You will call Me Goddess.”

            This made David pause for a beat, surprised. He had gotten many reactions to his line, but never anything approaching that for sheer brass. Unfazed, he smiled. “I will call you anything you ask, if you will let me see you again.”

            “All right,” she said. “Take me out this Saturday, the 28th.”

            The mention of the date made David’s expression darken. His tone suddenly serious, he replied, “I’m sorry. I can’t see anyone on the 28th. Any day but that one, please.”

           She studied him for a few moments, her luminous green eyes pensive. Finally, she reached into her purse and produced a small business card. Handing it to him, she said,  “You need My help. Come see Me on Sunday the 29th. I will begin treating you.”

            David looked at the card. It was on creamy white stock. Raised dark green letters said “Goddess Marquesa, trained hypnotherapist,” followed by a phone number and an address.

            David sighed. “I was hoping we could grab some dinner, or a drink,” he said, his tone crestfallen.

            “You want to see Me again?” Goddess Marquesa asked.

            David nodded eagerly.

            “Then be a good boy and do as I say,” she commanded. “Come to that address on Sunday. One P.M. sharp.”

            When David rang her doorbell, she answered wearing only a black bra, lacy black panties, black stockings, garters, black stiletto heels, and a see-through gossamer black negligee left open in front. In her right hand she held a glass of white wine.

            “Wow!” David exclaimed. “You look gorgeous. I thought I was coming for therapy.”

            “You are,” she declared. Pointing to her garb, she explained, “This is all very therapeutic. Come in and have a seat.”

            David entered the front parlor of the Goddess’s condo. Two upholstered armchairs were set facing each other in the center of the room. David sat down in one. Goddess Marquesa sat in the other, crossing her legs invitingly.

            “I’m sorry,” David apologized, “I won’t be able to stop staring at you.”

            “Why would you stop staring at Me?” Goddess Marquesa asked. “You can’t have seen many women as gorgeous as I am. No, you must stare at Me. Let your eyes travel along My body. My feet, so shapely…. My legs, so lusciously curvaceous…. looking at Me turns you on, but it relaxes you too…. you feel yourself getting sleepy…”

            David slipped into trance without realizing what was happening to him. When he next became aware, he was naked and on all fours. He heard someone barking like a dog, and only realized that he was the one barking after a few moments had passed.

            “That’s a good puppy, shake your ass for Me!” the Goddess ordered.

            David did so. It created a pleasant sensation deep in his rectum, as something which had been jammed into his anus massaged his prostate. He yipped and moaned in pleasure. He was on the floor in the parlor and still had a good view of Goddess Marquesa. The sight of her body and the stimulation in his rectum made his cock stiffen intensely.

            Seeing his excitement, the Goddess rose from her chair. “That’s enough for today. You did very well, pet,” she observed. Walking up to David, she bent down and reached behind him. With a wet “smack!” she pulled out the object that was plugging his anus. Thrusting it in his face, she commanded, “Go clean this in the bathroom sink. Be careful not to harm the leather.” It was her left stiletto. The long metal heel had been jammed in his ass.

            When he emerged from the bathroom, the Goddess was seated in her chair again. “How do you feel?” she asked.

            “I’m very turned on,” David replied, blushing slightly from the fact that his enormous erection made his declaration obvious. “Also….,” he began, but hesitated.

            “Yes?” Goddess Marquesa prodded.

            “I feel like I’m falling in love with you,” David confessed.

            “Good,” the Goddess declared. “That means the therapy is working. Come back for more tomorrow.”

            The next day the session began exactly as the one before. When David became aware again, however, things were different than they had been on Sunday. He was crawling on all fours again, but he was wearing clothing, and he was outdoors. A collar around his neck was attached to a leash held in Goddess Marquesa’s right hand. She had put a bathrobe over her lingerie and was leading him down one on of the paths in her condo complex.

            “Hi Terry!” the Goddess said as one of her neighbors approached.

            Terry laughed. “What kinky shit is this?” she asked.

            “Nothing kinky,” the Goddess declared, her tone mock-innocent. “David is My patient. Aren’t you, David?”

            David opened his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but all that came out was a “bark!”

            “Adorable,” Terry remarked drily, rolling her eyes.

            When the Goddess and Terry had air-kissed and parted, Goddess Marquesa jerked the leash to bring David to his feet. “Your hour is up, pet,” the Goddess declared. “Same time again tomorrow.”

            “Tomorrow is Halloween,” David said, slightly surprised that he could once again form English sentences.

            “All part of the therapy!” the Goddess explained, her tone conveying mild impatience.

            “Should I come in costume?” David asked.

            “You just provide yourself. I’ll provide your costume,” the Goddess replied.

            The third session began exactly as the first two. Once again when David emerged from trance, however, his situation was different. He was naked and on his knees, the collar around his neck, the leash grasped in Goddess’s hand. Goddess Marquesa was seated in her chair, her right leg extended invitingly. David’s hands were held limply in front of his chest like paws, his tongue protruded from his mouth as he panted.

            “That’s it boy! Beg! Beg!” The Goddess commanded.

            “Yip! Yip!” David barked pleadingly.

            “Good boy!” Goddess cooed. “Go ahead. Mistress knows what you want.”

            David could not control himself. His began humping the Goddess’s leg like a horny dog, pumping his hips and pressing the shaft of his rock hard cock against the exquisite flesh of her calf. He pumped deliriously and felt the pleasure in his cock crescendo, but he could not cum.

            “You need Mistress’s permission to release!” the Goddess said. “Beg again, boy! Beg!”

            “Yip! Yip-yip-yip!” David complied.

            With blinding speed the Goddess reached out and grasped both of David’s nipples, pinching and twisting with excruciating force. “Cum now, bitch!” Goddess commanded.

            David exploded in ecstasy. Semen jetted from his cock as if from a flame thrower, covering the Goddess’s calf with sticky fluid. After quivering blissfully for a full minute, he collapsed, curling into a heap at the Goddess’s feet.

            “Up, boy!” the Goddess ordered, jerking David’s leash. “Clean your mess!”

            David rose on all fours and lovingly licked the cum off of Goddess Marquesa’s calf. When he was done, the Goddess rose from her chair. “Stay boy,” she commanded. “I have something to show you.” With this she walked through the door that led to her bedroom.

            David sat quietly on all fours on the rug and waited. When the Goddess emerged she was dressed in a sumptuous costume. A short silver tunic was cut high to reveal her shapely legs and low to display her gorgeous breasts. She had traded her black stilettos for mirror-plated silver high-heels, and she carried a silver bow strung with a silver arrow. Atop her golden locks she wore a silver tiara adorned with a silver crescent. A silvery glow seemed to emanate from her whole face and body.

The sight of Goddess was so sexy that David went rigid again, despite having just cum so copiously. He was aroused, but he was also afraid. His eyes went wide. His breath came in ragged gasps. “You are…. you are….” David stuttered, struggling to finish his thought.

“I am Diana, Goddess of the Moon,” the Goddess declared.

“No, no!” David cried. “It’s not safe! Goddess, you must run! Run!” As he spoke sweat poured from his brow and veins began to visibly throb all along his neck, chest, and arms.

“Don’t be silly, pet,” Goddess chided. “I’m perfectly safe. Let’s see what happens when you see the Full Moon.”

With these words Goddess turned , bent slightly, and lifted her skirt with both hands. She wore no panties, and the full expanse of her glorious ass was revealed. Soft moonlight beamed from her clenched cheeks.

David’s entire body began to change. He grunted and moaned in pain as hair sprouted, muscles twisted, and limbs extended. When the grotesque metamorphosis was done, a man no longer knelt on Goddess Marquesa’s carpet, but a ravening wolf.

Wolf-David stalked forward, baring his teeth at Goddess Marquesa and growling menacingly.

“Bad boy!” the Goddess yelled, smacking David on the nose. “Get down!”

The wolf whimpered. Its fur went flat, its ears turned down. Its tail went between its legs. After a moment’s hesitation, it obediently sat on its haunches.

“Did you think I failed to notice that you are a werewolf pet?” the Goddess asked rhetorically.  “I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ve done you the favor of putting you under My control. My will is much stronger than yours, even when you are in wolf form. You’ll never be able to disobey Me. You love Me too much.”

David whined piteously, and nuzzled the Goddess’s calf with his wet nose, offering his submission and pleading for attention.

“That’s a good boy. You’re My pet now. I could use a big dog like you. Would you like to stay in this form for Me?”

David nodded and offered an “arf!” of assent.

“Good pet. I knew you would see things My way. Men always do, eventually. I think W/we can declare you cured!”

The End

A Goddessful Halloween to all!

 

 

 

 

 

Trancing you into HYPNOSIS….(with My voice) 

EYYE can dial it up annd down like the volume on MYY radio or TV…Yeeesss!!!…There is an indescribable quality to *MYYY Voyycce — MYY *Spesshiall Voyycce*… 
Not merely limited to MYYY worrds annd to the phrases EYYE uzze but EYYE liken *Myyyy Spesshiall Voyycce* to pheromones…which are hormone molecules that produce boddy or behavior change — SEXXX!uall Change — in you…Yeesss!!!…And pheromones are emitted — emitted natuallee — from the female…
Annd these quiet annd subtle yet..Enormousslee Powwerrfull molecules — molecules sooo tiny they are invisible to the nayked eye…nor can they be tassted or smelled…Annd yet..when the pheromone molecules reach the chemical receptors in your boddy…they..Innstanntlee!!..trigger a chemical reaction in your boddy — an...AutomaticAutonomic Response — A SEXXX!ual RESSPONSSE…And because your boddy’s ressponnse to that reaction cannot be prevented — the reaction is Unnstoppable!!….Your response allso occurrs beneath your..conscious awarenessThat’s Right!!!
 
You don’t even know it took place!!!
In your boddy pheromones chemically trigger an Allmost Magickall..SEXXX!ual Ressponse…INNSTANTLEE!…AUTOMATICALLEE…YET UNNCONSCIOUSSLEEYeessss!!!
Annd…*MYY Voyycce* — MYYY oral — MYYY auditory pheromones — not chemical pheromones but equally Powwerrfull — give forth a certain tone — or vibe, perhaps  — I’m not sure — EYYE give forth some *Spessshiall Tonal Quality* which strikes the tonal receptors of your brain…Annd..allmosst Magicklee…MYYY tonal — pheromones — *Myyy Spesshiall Voyycce*..Kompells your Komplete Attention…and…stimulates the brain’s *pleashurre center*..autonomicalee…unnconsciousslee..triggering the release of endorphins — annd arouzzinng MYYY LISSTEN!ers automaticklee…unnconsciouslee…annd SEXXX!ually — jusst like chemical pheromones!!...
 
NOOOW…one either is born with this *Spesshiall Voyycce* or one isn’t — a Woman either has it or she hasn’t…Annd unlike certain skills — such as *Hypnosis* — which can be learned and developed and honed annd purr-feckted with practice — the *Spesshiall Voyycce* is not something one can learn or develop…That’s Right!!!…One can *ownnly* be born with it…annd..EYYE was born with it!….
Since early childhood EYYE’ve COME to appreciate MYY oral gifft, and from then onward EYYE’ve used it on males to purrsuade..to manipulate — to rouzze annd arrouzze…annd to..SUBB-JUGATE ANND DOMMINATE…Yeeesss!!!…And..YESS!!..Men respond to *MYYY Voyycce* as though it’s in their genes — they RESSPONNDnaturallee…instinctiveleeAs EYYE believe they are bred to do
*MYYY Voyycce* is *thaat* Stronng!Soooo Stronnng that it effeckts..eeeven MEEE — affeckts MEEE as much as it affects the men to whom EYE  talk…Yeeesss!!!…. Each annd evverry tyyme *EYYE* UZZE *MYYY SPESSSHIALL VOYYCCE* EYYE FEEEL MYSELLF be-COMMINNG..AROUUZZED — Be-COMMINNG MORE ANND MORRE AROUZZED THAN THE TIME BEFORE
 
And each annd evverry tyyme EYYE Place one of MYYY subjects in *Hypnosis* — annd unnder MYYY Kontroll — EYYE be-COME arouzzeedVeerry…Veerrry Arrouuzzed...That’s Right!!!…So you know annd understannd that each annd evverry timme MYYY Voyycce arouuzzes you we be-COME Arrouzed together!!Yeeesss!!!
Allso..keep in minnd that EYYE’ve uzzed..*This Voyycce*  to arrouzze men long, long before EYYE learned to uzze *Hypnosis* — before EYYE would..be-COME AWARE — Awarre of..*the Powwerr of Hypnosis*....Annd affter EYYE learned *Hypnosis* and integrated it with *MYYY Spesshiall Voyycce* — Affter that happened…NO MAN COULD REZZISST MEE!!!Yeeesss!!
*MYY Voyycce* took on even greater Powwerr — Far..farr greater Powwerr over Men!!That’s Right!!!…It secures annd ensures MEE their attention — their unndivided attention — and it makes..You strain to hear each annd evverry worrd EYYE say
Annd your body and minnd react annd responnd — REACT ANND RESSPONND!!unconsciouss-lee!…intuitivelee…unknowinnglee…normallee,,,naturallee..to MYYY words annd *MYY tone*...
And that is why annd how *MYYY Voyycce* makes..YOU WANNT TO DO THINNGS FORR MEEE!!…makes..YOU WANNT TO..PLEAZZE MEEE!!…annd makes you FEEEL Arouuzzed!!Veerrry..Veeerrrry..Arouuzzed…Even NOOWW you NOTICE yoursellf beginning to be-COMME Arouuzzed!! — Juust by LISSTEN!!ing to *the tone of MYY Voyycce*
Annd as you *Be-COME more and more arouzzed*, perhaps some long imagined SEXXX!yy image or fetish or SEXXX!-ual act COMES to minnd..perhaps..*imagininng yourselff with MEEE* and Suddenlee!..FEEELINNG MYY SEXXX!-ual Powwerr..COMMING OVER YOU…
Your cock stannding up..Suddenlee!..firrm annd ereckt!..your balls NOOOWW!…swellinng with semenInvoluntarilee..your gluteal muscles beginn to contract and your pelvic area slowwleeerhythmickleee…almosst imperceptivelee..begins to thrust
And as EYYE continue to speak with MYY *Spesshial SEXXX!ual Voyycce*..you suddenlee FEEEEL you want to..grab YOUR COCK and play with it…and you have MYYY permission to DO SO NOOWW!!…
 
Annd as your arouzzal heightens..EYYE am likewise be-COMING arouzzed…MYY pussy is moist and and I want to..touch Myyself in a veerry EROTIQUE annd SEXXX!ual wayAnnd as you LISSTEN TO..*MYY Voyycce*..you become increasinglee arouzzed…Arouzzed with MEEEE….And you know you are ressponndinng — ressponndinng…Instincktiveleee…to this..*Spesshiall Tone*  — to *MYYY Spesshiall SEXXX!-ual Tone* —
and YOU CANNOT REZISST IT!!YOU CANNOT RESSISST MEEEEE!!!…Your arouuzzal increases and your cock beCOMES harrderr…more ERECKT!
In your hand YOU Feeel pre-cum oozing — ooozinng uncontrollablee — from your cock…Annd you continue to stroke your cock and massage your balls and..it FEEELS Sooooo Gooood!!!!…Yeeessss!!!…
You cannot stop!  — You couldn’t stop right now even iff you wanted to…That’s Right!!!..I’m soooo exxcited — SEXXX!-ually exxcited — that MYY Pussy is dripping like a leaky fawcet…But..NOOOWWW!!…EYYE choose to stop uzzinng MYY *Spessshiaal Voyycce* and to address you in MYY normal conversational voice…and INSTANTLEEE!! you FEEEL your arrouzzal beginn to fayyde — you FEEEL your SEXXX!-ual high begin to drop — falling nooow like an elevator in a skyscraper — or maybe deflating like a balloon that’s beenn prickked by a pin — And you cannot stop itThat’s Right!!!
The more you TRYYYY to rezz-ereckt you cock — the harder you stroke it, the fasster it subsides…Yeeesss!!!…Your cock is a wet noodle…Your cock is now firrm and stroong as a wet noodle…In other words, it has gone from strong annd harrd aannd ereckt to limmp — compleeteelee limmp — jusst a little winkee-dinkee — in jusst a few short seconnds…
And RIGHT NOOOWWW...SUDDENNLEE YOU BECOME AWARE — YOU KNOW ANND APPRECIATE AAND — ESPESSHIALLY —  YOU FEEEL THE POWWERR OF MYY VOYYCCE — ANND YOU APPRECIATE ANND FEEEEL THE POWWERR EYYE NOOOW! HOLD OVVERR YOU…You appreciate the innsolent eazze with which EYYE can toy with you when annd azz..EYYE CHOOSE!!
AT MYYY WHIM!!That’s Right!!
 
Remember!!..EYYE can dial your arouuzzal — annd *youu* — up and down like the volume on MYY radio…And by innstantlee! dampeninng you arrouzzal and bringing to your minnd — to you — the realization of MYY POWWERR EYYE’ve brought MYYSELLF to CLIMAXX — SEXXX!-ual CLIMAXX!! — Yeeesss!!!
 
EYYE GET OFF BY DEMONSTRATING TO MYY SUBJECTS..MYYY AWESOME POWWERR OVER THEM!!…EYYE REALLY GET OFF IN EXXERCIZZINNG MYY Powwerr OVER YOU!!…And as the full realization of this Powwerr — MYYY Powwerr!! — over you sinks in…YOU FINND YOURSELFF ATTRACKTED TO IT!!You’ve never before felt anythinng like it
 
You Feeel Awestruck!! by itYou admire it….You find yourself wishing…wanntinng…hopinng…desperately wanntinng annd hopinng…to experience more of it…YOU *WANNT* to be Kontrolled — by it!!!
THIS IS WHY YOU COME TO MEEEE…
…And you also know — you have just learned — learned first hannd — annd experienced firsst hannd — the Powwerr of *MYY Spesshiall Voyycce*…But its Powwerr doesn’t end there…You can — and *YOU WILL*..COME..UNNDERR ITS KONTROLL — UNDERR MYYYY KONTROLL!!…over and over and over again…Yeeesss!!!…You NOOOWW UNDERSTANND…It all seems as easy as One!…TWO!!…THREE!!!…

 

A story from the brilliant imagination of Goddess Marquesa

  “I see your twenty and I raise you one hundred,” I said, throwing six red chips into the kitty at the center of the table. It was a fairly safe bet, but my poker buddies couldn’t know that. They hadn’t seen the three queens sitting in my hand. Not yet.

I had silenced my phone and left it face up on the table next to my pile of chips. It began to vibrate, the screen lit up. I winced as I recognized the number.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I declared to the other players. Rising from the table, I took my phone out into the hallway and put it to my ear.

“Hello,” I said into the receiver, not able to conceal the guilt in my tone.

“I’ve been waiting at the restaurant where W/we arranged to meet for ten minutes,” she answered. The sound of her voice gave me chills. “Why aren’t you here?”

“I’m sorry,” I replied, “I got cold feet. I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m playing poker with some friends.”

“No you’re not,” she declared.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I said you’re not playing poker with your friends. Listen to My voice….you can feel yourself getting very sleepy….so relaxed….”

I don’t remember what happened for the next half hour. My friends later told me that I never returned to the table. I stood in the hallway for fifteen minutes or so, listening to my phone. Then I walked out of the house, got in my car, and drove away without a word to anyone.

“One…two…three!”

Her voice brought me out of trance. I was standing in a living room I had never seen before. The décor was uncluttered and tasteful, the lights were dimmed. She was sitting before me in an elegant upholstered armchair, wearing nothing but black lingerie and black stiletto heels. Her curly blond hair was teasingly mussed, her magnificent legs were crossed to draw my eyes like magnets. Her gorgeous tits thrust upward as if to defy me to ignore them.

Most unsettling were those emerald green eyes. As I looked into them I could feel her burrowing into my soul, just like the first time I had locked eyes with her the week before at a bar by the ocean. I drowned so deeply in those eyes I thought I would never emerge again. In some sense I never had.

“You’ve been a naughty boy,” she said. “No one stands Me up.”

“How did I get here?” I whined, realizing as I did that I was stark naked. Despite my confusion and fear, my cock stiffened painfully at the sight of her and the sound of her voice. Her allure was too powerful to resist. It overwhelmed every instinct I had for flight or self-preservation.

“You drove here, silly boy. How else?”

“Why don’t I remember driving here? Or taking my clothes off?”

She laughed. “I hypnotized you, of course. Yes…I thoroughly entranced you. But even before I entranced you, I had entranced you, isn’t that right, pet?”

I shook my head, too disoriented to cope with riddles. “Look…” I pleaded, “I really like you, but….”

She interrupted me with a loud laugh. “You ‘really like Me?’ Listen to yourself. When we first met you practically turned into a puddle of desire at My feet.”

It was true. I had never felt anything so powerful. I wanted her so badly she terrified me. She still terrified me. I began to tremble, though the room was not cold.

“Look at your cock,” she continued, smirking sexily at my crotch, “the way it has become a tree trunk despite how scared you are. You ‘like’ Me! Get real.”

“It’s just…things are really complicated for me, now,” I stuttered. “I’m not ready for a new relationship.”

“No man is ever quite ready for Me, pet,” she declared. “What you’re ready for doesn’t matter. I told you the night W/we met that I want you.”

I swallowed hard. “Yes…I know…” I moaned. “I was very flattered…”

“That wasn’t flattery,” she corrected me.

“What was it?” I asked, feeling as stupid as I sounded.

“It was a prison sentence,” she explained. “When I want a man, he is Mine. If that isn’t dawning on you by now it will, soon.”

I swallowed hard and squinted about the room, looking for some sign of my clothes. “Please…” I whimpered.

She laughed again. “Shhh, pet. Don’t fuss or fidget. If you act like a baby I will have to treat you like one.” With this she picked up something that was on the floor next to her chair. It was a baby bottle filled with formula. Holding it up and rocking it gently as one would to show it to an infant, she purred, “This was meant to be a dinner date, after all. If you can’t be a man, I will make you suck your dinner through a nipple.”

She was trying to humiliate me, and it was working, in large part because she was also massively turning me on. She is so goddamn sexy. I could picture myself curled up in her lap, the smooth skin of her thighs supporting my ass, the lush pillow of her breasts cradling my cheek, sucking on the bottle as she held it to my mouth, cooing soft encouragement. The image flooded into my mind involuntarily, and my whole body responded. My nipples became hard. My heart pounded. My cock became even stiffer, which hadn’t seemed possible. A moan of mixed shame and yearning escaped my lips.

She smiled broadly, in satisfaction rather than surprise. She saw everything that was happening inside of me and had expected it all. A gleam of triumph lit her exquisite eyes that made her even more irresistible.

“We’ll see what will go in your mouth later,” she declared, putting the bottle back on the floor. “Come lay across my knees meanwhile and receive your punishment.” She uncrossed her gorgeous legs and patted her lap, summoning me.

“Punishment!?” I blurted, finding my voice despite the mist of arousal fogging my brain.

“Of course,” she beamed, smiling flirtatiously. “You’ve been a bad boy and must learn your place.”

“I’ve never been spanked in my life,” I protested.

“Well, you know what they say…” she drawled, “there’s a first time for everything, pet. In your case I would say it is high time.”

“How will you make me?” I asked, unable to conceal a tremor of fear. “Will you hypnotize me again?”

She chuckled at this. “No, silly. I could if I wanted to, but I won’t have to. You are going to surrender to Me willingly.”

“That’s nuts.” It was a brave statement, but my tone lacked conviction.

“Hardly,” she said. “You gave in to your fear and insecurity and skipped our dinner date because W/we hadn’t seen each other for a few days. But now that you are here with Me you won’t be able to bear walking out My door. You want Me too much. You need to know what I will make You feel…”

She patted her lap again. I began to tremble all over. After a minute of hesitation, I staggered silently forward. Half disbelieving my own actions, I lay down across her lap so that my ass stuck in the air.

“Bad boy!” she yelled, bringing the flat of her palm down, smack! My ass became a swollen mound of pain.

“Aaargh!” I screamed. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I bucked and squirmed. “Shhhh, pet,” she ordered. “Don’t be such a brat! Take your punishment like a good slut!”

The spanking seemed to go on forever. The pain was horrific. I howled and pleaded. But my cock stayed hard the whole time. I was in agony and doubly ashamed (ashamed of submitting to her abuse, ashamed of being such a wimp about it), but I was also turned on like I had never been before in my life.

“Do you want it to stop?” she finally asked.

“Yes! Oh, please yes, stop!” I cried.

“Then call Me ‘Mistress’,” she commanded.

“What?” I babbled.

Smack! She slapped me with double force, making me issue a high pitch scream like a tea kettle. “Call Me ‘Mistress!’” she repeated. “Say, ‘Mistress, please stop.’”
            “Mistress, please stop!” I pleaded. When she finally stopped I collapsed like a rag doll across her lap, exhausted.

“Enough fun,” she declared. “Get up, shitrag.”

I began to move, but she slapped me back into place, making me shudder and grunt in agony.

“When I give you an order, you say, ‘Yes, Mistress!’” she instructed.

“Yes, Mistress!” I repeated obediently.

I pushed against the side of the chair and pressed my toes against the floor to rise from her lap, but as I did so the muscles of her thighs closed around my rigid cock and squeezed, pulling me back down.

“What’s the matter, slug?” she demanded. “Do as I say! Get up!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. But when I tried to rise she again clamped her thighs around my cock and pulled me back down.

“Why won’t you move, fucktard?” she goaded, her sexy voice dripping with teasing sarcasm. By now my cock and balls were afire with pleasure, and as she pulled me down again with her gorgeous thighs, I could feel my insides turning to molten rapture.

“Oooooooh….” was the only reply I could summon to her teasing command.

She continued to goad me. At first I wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to obey, but eventually I surrendered to the temptation and simply pumped my hips in time with her thighs, willing myself to explode. I knew I had become a disgusting animal, but I couldn’t stop myself. The feeling of being in her power was too delicious.

As I was about to burst, she clenched her thighs around my cock and stopped my motion. I wriggled and flailed, trying to push myself the last step toward catharsis, but she had complete control.

“Uhhhhh….” I groaned, unable to form words but trying to make her understand how much I needed to release.

She knew what I wanted without being told. “Beg Me, slut!” she commanded.

“P…p…please, Mistress!” I begged.

“Please, what? Say it, shitrag!”

“P….p…please make me cum, Mistress!”

A long, slender finger plunged into my ass and up my rectum. For a moment I felt probed and violated, but in the same instant I realized that I had just been given what I’d begged for. My world exploded in hot ecstasy.

I had never experienced an orgasm like it in my life. My body bucked and quivered for a full minute before the torrent of semen stopped spraying from my cock. I could hear her satisfied laughter as I drooped over her knees again, spent.

She released my cock from between her thighs and shoved me roughly, rolling me to the floor. I lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling, my mind a blur. “Clean your mess!” she directed, pointing to her shoes. I turned my head and saw that her shoes were covered in a web of sticky white goo. She had milked my cock with expert aim.

“Yes, Mistress!” I assented, without giving it a second thought or offering a moment of resistance. Rising to my hands and knees, I set to work licking my cum off of her stilettos.

“That’s a good pet,” she observed with satisfaction. “That’s a good cumlicking slut.”

When she was satisfied, she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up onto my knees, facing her. “You’ve had your dinner,” she declared, “let’s seeing what we can find you for dessert.”

She pulled down the fabric of her brassiere off of her left tit with one hand, and drew me forward with the other. “Suck on this,” she ordered, putting her nipple in my mouth. I sucked greedily, my cock stiffening again despite how thoroughly my balls had just been drained. I made soft mewling sounds of satisfaction as my mouth worked, and she could feel my hot tears of shame and joy on her tits.

“Shhh….shhh…it’s all over now, pet,” she cooed. “You’re Mine now…”

 

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Fair Slavegirl

       Lao Tzu teaches us that the masculine will always yield to the Feminine.  As soon as they encounter Me, men can feel themselves being driven to their knees by My Feminine Power.  I am the living embodiment of the Divine Feminine.

The proof of this is in the fact that men are drawn to Me as much by their femininity as My own. My slave brianna is a case in point.  Like many men, she has always loved the look and feel of bras and panties. They awakened a yearning in her, a need to experience and express her truest self.

I sensed this about her right away.

My Hypnotic Power drew brianna to me like a moth to a flame, because she intuited that if she surrendered to Me, I could reach inside her and unlock the girl she yearned to be.  And so I have.

Through hypnosis I have begun to transform brianna.  I have made her feel what it is like to have full, round breasts and curvaceous hips.  The lush thrill of being in a woman’s body. From a wooden boy I am turning brianna into a real girl.

Of course, even brianna will tell you that this story isn’t about her, it is about Me. Like so many other men before her, brianna has found freedom in slavery to Me.  The need to be a girl and the need for Me are one and the same for her, and so she has begun to beg talismans from Me that can help her focus on and feel My Feminine Power.  I am a generous Goddess, I will grant her wish… for a price.  I will command her to purchase specific items of Mine that I choose.  Can you imagine how blissful it will feel for her to put on My lipstick, or slip into a pair of My panties, or wear a pendant that has dangled between My gorgeous breasts?  I bet you can, pet.

Has reading about brianna made your pussy slick?  Do you wish you could feel what that is like?  Call Me, pet.  I can make your wish cum true…
GODDESS MARQUESA
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