Before i met Her Highness i was in a relationship with a lady we shall call Sherry. We loved each other very much and moved into an apartment together and planned to marry as soon as our financial situation was more stable. Sherry was an attractive lady and our relationship was great – especially the sex! Unfortunately i have, and have had all my life, an intense fantasy about being hypnotically enslaved by a powerful, irresistible Woman. i came by this fantasy because of all the sci-fi movies i watched back in the 50s and early 60s when i was a boy. Many of these movies involved earthmen landing on planets where civilizations were ruled by incredibly beautiful Women who had total mind control powers over men. One entitled “Missile to the Moon” was particularly powerful in forming my fantasy – “Yes, my Lido, i will obey.”

This being the case i was always looking for ways to fulfill this fantasy i had acquired in my youth.

One time i tried to bring up the subject with Sherry. i quickly backed off when it seemed likely she would have me committed to a mental institution if i had gone on about it. So it was with great excitement that i discovered Her Highness’ stories of hypnotic domination in an adult paper named “New Reality.” Reading those stories brought my cock to attention every time and they echoed in my mind when Sherry and i had sex.

It took awhile, but i finally got up the nerve to call Marquesa and arrange for a session. A week later the day of my session finally arrived. I rang the bell and after a moment the door opened. I entered – immediately falling to my knees – and crawled to the center of the room with my eyes directed down to the floor as i had been instructed to do when i had spoken to Her on the phone. What followed was nothing less than the magic of a dream fulfilled, it was like heaven on earth. i will not go into details about my session with the Goddess since others have written about that many times before. However, i do want to relate just one thing about the induction of my trance. Early on in the session Marquesa determined i wasn’t going under as rapidly as She would like. Her solution was to take my cock in hand and to manipulate it in a way that is impossible to describe. As the waves of unearthly pleasure flowed up and down my body, all resistance crumbled and i was no longer in this world.

After the Mistress woke me from my trance and brought me back to life on earth, i was treated to a Marquesa exclusive – the post-session chat. Marquesa doesn’t just throw you out after a session. As you get dressed She sits down and talks with you. She asked me to tell Her more about my interest in recording equipment. This was very interesting since, of course, i had no recollection of telling Her. As it turned out, She knew a lot of things i didn’t remember telling Her. When it was time for me to leave, She said She wanted to see me twice a week initially until i was totally in love with Her. i reaffirmed my love for Sherry as i went out Her door. She just smiled a strange smile and said “See you next time.” On the drive home i mulled over the entire experience in my mind. i contemplated the danger to my relationship with Sherry if i continued to see Marquesa. i was also still a little afraid of Marquesa Herself. She was obviously a very confident and powerful Woman as well as more beautiful than i had even imagined for a Goddess. At that point i decided the risks were too great and that my first visit with Marquesa would have to be my last.

Three weeks and six sessions later i was like a school boy with a crush. i loved Her so deeply that my former feelings for Sherry had waned into near nonexistence. During chat time at one of my sessions, i confessed to Marquesa that i loved Her deeply and irrevocably but that i was still very confused and didn’t know what to do about Sherry. Marquesa simply smiled that strange, knowing smile and said, “Don’t worry… your little slave mind will think of something.”

When i arrived home after that session Sherry was sitting on the sofa. From the moment i saw her i began to hear Marquesa’s voice in my mind. “Tell her. Tell her!” It kept repeating. Never before in my life had i experienced anything like it (but i have many times since!) and i just started blabbing everything. i told her that i was deeply in love with Her Glorious Highness and that our relationship was over. Sherry immediately went ballistic and demanded to know where she could find this bitch-witch and “have it out with her!” i certainly wasn’t going to tell her that… but then i heard the voice again “Tell her. Tell her!” And i did. As Sherry went out the door, heading for Marquesa’s, she slammed it so hard it almost knocked it off its hinges. All i could do was wait in the apartment, not knowing what would happen.

About an hour and a half later the phone rang. It was Sherry. She sounded very calm and relaxed with a curious detached, distant quality to her voice. She told me i was right about Marquesa, that She was a wonderful Woman, as beautiful and commanding as i had told her. And, to my everlasting shock, she said Marquesa’s hand was more talented than she could ever imagine.

At that point Marquesa came on the .line and said something – i can’t remember exactly what – but i do remember my arm falling slowly to my side, the phone drifting to the floor, then my body floating to the sofa and coming to rest there. i woke up many hours later, only to discover that Sherry had come back and taken everything that belonged to her.

i never saw or heard from Sherry again. A few weeks and several sessions later Marquesa told me about Her tape business and informed me that i would be permitted to be Her recording engineer. It was very fortunate that i realized i must continue seeing her, that i fell deeply in love with her and that She actually consented to allow me to become one of Her totally owned, obedient, submissive and eternally grateful slaves. If you had been so fortunate as i, you would agree that i am luckier that a multi million-dollar lottery winner!

EPILOGUE
A Comment on the
preceding story by
Mistress Marquesa Herself

“A prospective slave might get the idea from many of the stories you read here in My Reading Room that I take on male slaves in order to have them bound to Me in an endless, or nearly endless, session where I extract the last ounce of tribute and toil from them for My amusement and enrichment while at the same time inflicting on them endless rounds of torture, forced confessions, humiliations and degradations. This, of course, would require from Me, My complete, full time attention. Obviously if this were the case, I would have time for only one slave “at a time.” For each new slave I added to My stable, all previous ones would unfortunately….. have to be dismissed because I would not have time for them.”

“I can not imagine a more fruitless and unappealing way to spend My precious time – or, for that matter, the slave’s time!

“No, the truth is that it is much more fun, and rewarding, for Me and, I believe, for the slaves as well that I desire to have many part-time subjects and slaves. I am always looking for new ones with new outlooks, new ideas and creative new ways to keep Me entertained, mentally stimulated and….pleasured! 🙂 A part-time slave has plenty of time for his career and for activities with friends or family.

“It is so much fun for Me to ‘possess’ many men with varied “assets” and fetishes and fantasies! So that perhaps….. the time they are permitted to spend with Me can be time well spent indeed…… worshipping at My feet or bound and gagged with an active erect cock freely demonstrating its appreciation for every facet of My total and complete beauty as I leisurely apply My lipstick and tease him mercilessly while I dress in exotic and irresistibly sexy attire.

“Of course a session with Me can be centered on many different kinds of B/D activities that I never tire of. Be it cross-dressing, infantilism, safe-and-sane whippings, paddling, foot worship, hypnosis, humiliation – and so much more!
But REMEMBER, no slave is permitted to occupy My precious time exclusively. Oh yes, once in a while for a day or two when it is worth My while…. but I would not want My other valuable slaves to become too jealous (snicker.)

“It is because of this way of doing things that I never tire being the Mistress “in charge” of your sexual surrender and you will find yourself feeling extremely grateful for the time I allow you alone with Me. you too shall come to realize that any time you are permitted to enjoy My company is thousands of times better than an eternity struggling to satisfy (and struggling to enjoy) the needs of a submissive and/or a far less sexy substitute. Yuk!”