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!
Goddess Marquesa looked at the four men arrayed around Her table. Each in his own way was yummy. The beefy stud to Her left was smiling pleasantly, as was his habit. The beautiful blond youth next to him was sulkily pouting, no doubt jealous that there were other men present. Across from him was a short, rather plump man with a bright look in his eyes. Next to the Goddess on Her right was an older man who could not hide a salacious grin.
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.
The Latex and Rubber Fetish fits hand in hand with Hypnosis like a nurse’s hand in a rubber surgical glove.
