As a Girl I enjoyed playing with Barbie dolls. Does that surprise you pet? If so, you’re such a man. Barbie and I share a lot in common. Like Barbie, I am a physical embodiment of the Ideal Woman. Like her, I am the center of My world.When I heard that a Barbie movie was being made, I knew that if they did it right, men would whine about it. Sure enough, the puling and grousing has begun: “The way Barbie depicts men is so unfair! It turns Ken into an accessory for Barbie! That’s sexist!”
Oh, please. Of course Ken is an accessory for Barbie. That’s the whole point. While a girl plays with her Barbie, Women are at the center of EVERYTHING. Men are furniture.
If I had a dollar for every time a man has tried to turn me into an accessory, I could buy Montana. They try it on Me because they have gotten away with it with so many other, lesser women. Our society makes it normal, even expected. I don’t blame men for trying- being in charge and manipulating others is fun. I know from rich experience.
When a girl plays with a Barbie she gets to feel what men (and I) feel all the time- what it is like to be the center of attention, the hero of the story. The Barbie movie works just like those old episodes of Happy Days, where Fonzie would snap his fingers and the all the bobby-soxers would come running, or the movie where every woman wants to be the “leading man’s” gal (i.e. virtually every movie made before 2021), except with Barbie in the role of Fonzie, and Ken set permanently to “swoon.”
Watching Barbie makes men feel bad, but not for the reason they will tell you. Men will say that they resent the portrayal of Ken: “A man who follows a Woman around like a lost puppy, waiting for Her to notice him, adoring her uncontrollably. It’s wrong!”
But that is not really what’s going on. For so many men….deep down….way deep down where they keep all the desires they don’t like to talk about, they want to be Ken. To worship a Woman…to be in Her thrall would be….paradise.
Search your feelings, pet, you know it’s true. Who could make you feel that way? I already do, don’t I? Don’t resist….cum feel what I ken do to you. Once you’ve had a taste of My Hypnotic Power, I promise you….you will never be able to get kenough. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…..
Entries by Goddess Marquesa
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- Goddess Marquesa
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- July 24th, 2023
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- Goddess Marquesa
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- June 26th, 2023
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My feet are irresistibly sexy. The drool My feet have inspired could irrigate the state of Texas for ten years. The cum spewed in worship of My feet could resupply every sperm bank in North America. Perhaps the only thing nearly as amazing as My feet is the amount of time you spend fantasizing about them.
Knowing that My feet are out there and that your lips are not pressed to My instep, your mouth is not sucking on My toes, is torture, I know. Don’t worry, pet. I am a generous Goddess. Someday I might let you kneel at My feet and paint My toes. Picture it. My perfect feet, inches from your face, relaxing as your trembling hands apply the polish, stroke by stroke….
Of course, you will fuck up My toenails. It will all have to be redone. My feet are far too precious, far too gorgeous to be entrusted to a worm like you. They must be professionally tended by the most skillful pedicurists. Tribute your Goddess now, slave. Pay for My pedicure. I deserve it, you know you owe it to Me. I am entitled to have My perfect feet served by My adoring slaves.
If you are a very good boy, there are other things I might allow you to do…..See yourself kneeling before Me, My exquisite foot held in your trembling hands. Slowly you knead the balls and arches, massaging away the tension, breathing in the fragrance of My ease….If you rub just right, I might moan softly in pleasure.
Needless to say, however well you do, however skillfully you rub, you are not good enough for Me. I am entitled to have My feet pampered by the most expert reflexologists. My team have been serving Me worshipfully for years, they know every muscle and tendon in My perfect feet. They stroke Me in exactly the right way, and it should be you who pays their fee. Do it now, slave. Send Me your tribute, you know it is only right. The orgasms you stroke yourself to while thinking of My feet will not be fully satisfying until you have given Me My due.
Serve Me, boy. I command it! If you are a good pet, your sweetest dream might come true. Yes, your pulsing cock, tautly stiff and oily, held between My smooth arches. My exquisite calves flex as My feet slide up and down, up and down, tickling the tip, nuzzling the base, stroking the staff.
My technique is practiced and flawless, I can make you feel anything I desire. Will I draw forth a geyser of cum? If I do, you will be forced to lick My feet clean of sticky goo. Will I stop in mid stroke, and leave You begging? Hmmm…you’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, you have some business to attend to, don’t you pet?
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- Goddess Marquesa
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- June 12th, 2023
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A Friend Indeed
…a Goddess Marquesa birthday adventure
We all have friends that we are not so friendly to. Well…maybe everyone doesn’t, but I do. Lots of them. Among women it is pretty common. Some of the women you know put you on your best behavior, others bring out the bitch in you. This is a story about a woman who brought out my inner bitch.
I forget the exact circumstances where we met. Maybe at the hotel by the beach where we go for sunset cocktails some Friday nights. Maybe at a lunch date on a weekday. I can’t remember who brought her into the group. Terry, I think. But I remember my first impression of her. She had just moved to Palm Harbor from California, and had a little bit of a “lost girl” vibe. Trying to find her footing in a new social scene. So of course I made her feel welcome…not. Read more…
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- Goddess Marquesa
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- June 7th, 2023
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The scene is of course ridiculously exaggerated. One interrupted hypnosis session cannot cure all of your personal woes. But beneath it lies a kernel of truth. Hypnosis can improve your life, sometimes in very dramatic ways. Regular hypnosis sessions convey all the effects of meditative relaxation: easing tension, lowering blood pressure, reducing pain, decreasing stress. But just as in Office Space, the biggest potential benefit of hypnosis is to decrease inhibitions.
“Inhibition” is a fancy term for all the mental states that constrain our happiness. Fear. Anxiety. Insecurity. Guilt. They are the thieves of passion, the destroyers of joy and ambition. When we break inhibition, we build ourselves.
How can hypnosis help? People have the wrong idea about inhibition- they mistake it for self control. But true self control only begins where inhibition ends. Hypnosis, like meditation, focuses the mind and puts you in touch with the inner workings of consciousness. Trance empowers you to relinquish inhibitions and cultivate awareness.
Come, pet. Give it a try. What do you have to lose? Except, perhaps, your inhibitions…..