In reply, Larry’s anguished cries only grow louder, bringing forth to Marquesa’s face Her most joyfully sadistic smile and causing Her to increase the stimulation of Her subject, with special emphasis on the cock, causing him increasing agony, more pain, and more suffering — even as She elevates Herself further into Her own special Nirvana. Feeling Her subject shudder and tremble beneath Her as She continues to administer Her special stimulation, Marquesa truly is in Her element, and Her pussy now is running like the Mississippi in flood season. She can feel Her subject’s pain through the increasing violence of his struggles and his mental agony, borne of not knowing when — or even if — this seeming hell will end, and through eyes raised upward, and with practiced clinical awareness, She cruelly, expertly — and malevolently — gauges his tolerance for added stimulation. Loving and savoring every milli-second of Her subject’s agony, SEXXX!-ual Ecstasy flows and SEXXX!-ual Energy surges throughout Her body, from the top of Her head to the tips of Her fingers and toes.
- Author name:
- Goddess Marquesa
- Publish date:
- February 27th, 2026
- Discussion:
- No Comments
Embedded deeply within the male consciousness rests the innate ability to sense the dynamic, pulsing energy of Dominant Feminine Power, together equally with the inherent longing — and the deep-seated need — of all men to submit, to yield to it, to serve it. For this Power to activate and command such a deep-seated, instinctive yearning, it must clearly draw upon an energy of enormous potency. But how does one sense this life force? There is a paradoxical aspect to My answer, because, for most men, the perception of Feminine Power is so subtle that it takes place far beneath their conscious awareness. Feminine Power can be neither felt, heard, nor seen, nor tasted or smelled — yet so compelling is its strength that, once they sense it, men feel positively driven to respond to it — instinctively, reflexively, unknowingly. So powerful is this life force that when men come to a Woman endowed with Dominant Feminine Power, their awareness and attention center on Her instantly, from way down deep inside, pushing aside all other desires and needs, and there wells up within them the need — nay, the driving compulsion — to please Her, to serve Her, to obey Her. For many men, this driving, inborn compulsion to serve and obey is accompanied by deeply held and vigorously suppressed sexual fantasies, which, following exposure to Dominant Feminine Energy, spontaneously bubble up from the nether recesses of their psyche.- Author name:
- Anonymous
- Publish date:
- February 7th, 2026
- Discussion:
- No Comments
Imagine yourself — jussst IMAAGINNE YOURSELLF! — COMMINNG..TO MEEE!…COMMINNG..into a room to greet MEEE…As you enter you..SUDDENLEE FEEEEL the Powwerrfull..Overwhellminnglee HEAVVY aura of SEXXXX!ual energy, an energy..soooo palpable that it amplifies and sharpens your inherent sense of SEXXX!ual exxcitemennt and annticipation…and yet it weighs HEAVVYly..soooo HEAVVYly on the atmosphere in the room, like hot..muggy..tropical air…jussst drainninng the energy out of you…It makes YOU FEEEEL ENNERVATED AND LETHARRGICK!…You have no way of knowing that EYYE..NOOWWW FEEEEL extreemelee exxcitted and SEXXXX!ually charged..at the prospect of being with you…And in preparation for our meeting EYYE have inserted a dildo innto MYYY vagina…And you musst see and know…EYYE learned years ago from a wise..MASSTERR that in ORDER to Besst MASSTERR others…firrsst..One MUSST LEARNN TO..MASSTERR — COMPLEETELEE MASSTERR — ONESELF...That’s Right!!…EYYE had to learn to truly Massterr Myyself soo that.. Read more…
- Author name:
- Goddess Marquesa
- Publish date:
- January 24th, 2026
- Discussion:
- No Comments
My Art on My Terms- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- December 2nd, 2025
- Discussion:
- No Comments
I woke up in the dark on a cold stone floor. I was naked, but I couldn’t have been lying there for very long, because none of my muscles or joints ached. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I saw that I was in a jail cell. A sliver of moonlight came through a window. Standing up and looking out, I could see palm trees and a beach. I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
Before panic could set in, I heard a door open. Footsteps approached, severely high heels clicking confidently against paving stones. I turned from the window to see her standing outside my cell, and fell to my knees.

