Goddess Marquesa,
i will attempt to review the unreviewable….
First of all as i sit to wrote this out i am listening to MARQUESA’S VOICE (free file) https://goddessmarquesa.com/wonderism/samples/perm554/MarquesasVoiceMaster.mp3
This audio puts me in Your arms and in the proper mode of submission to YOU!
You excite, enthrall and enrapture me completely, Thank You for receiving this unworthy puppy into Your fold, dungeon, and slavedom.
“Reign of Marquesa” AN IN-PERSON SESSION!
Driving through LA in the rain is a most difficult challenge, but in the torrential downpours of last Tuesday it was crazy! Flooded streets, detours, fire trucks closing roads, sheets of rain temporarily blinding drivers… This was the journey i faced to meet Goddess Marquesa once again. Terrified of being late, i hurried slowly down the 405 toward Her Decadent Dungeon….
i arrived, two minutes to spare, “whew, i thought no punishment for being late,” or did i secretly want to feel Her punishment. i wandered to Her door baring presents that i hoped She would enjoy and enjoy. Drenched i knocked and was stunned by the mind capturing voice lilt, “Come in dear boy.”
Stammering, mind already succumbing to Her Voice, obedience was my goal and only desire… to obey Goddess Marquesa no matter what She asked. i stumbled into Her palace only focused on Her voice and not where i was going. The door closed, and She commanded, “turn around my pet!” Slowly i turned, my will left me and i surrendered to Her. Falling to my knees to pay Her proper respect. my head bowed to the floor, not daring to look up, unless She asked.
“Kiss my boots slave!” She laughed. i did so ever so happily, maybe i enjoyed it too much because it seemed like it was mere seconds of worship till She commanded “Enough!” Even as i stopped Her Boots demanded my attention. They wrapped Her gorgeous legs from mid thigh down to the tip of Her cute little toes. The soft leather encased them as if to showcase each statuesque stem.
“Crawl to the dungeon slave…” i carried the gifts, and crawled joyfully down the darkened hallway to the appointed room. “Strip and sit at my throne!” i obeyed. As She entered i was wonderfully wonderized and couldn’t turn my gaze from Her Emerald Green Eyes! i was lost, yet totally at home. i hypnotically surrendered and we had just begun.
After a wonderful conversation, me at Marquesa’s Feet massaging Her legs, kissing where She instructed and gleefully serving in whatever capacity She desired. Marquesa told me, “Now is the time to hypnotize you my little puppy.”
She had me lay down on Her altar of hypnosis. She began to hum, sing and giggle to the music. Each word she spoke brought me deeper then ever before. After a while, i don’t know how long, Marquesa woke me with a click of a cuff around each wrist. Then she brought out a wooden rack in which she spread and locked each leg into. i was in ecstasy, bound and helpless before Goddess Marquesa!
She attached a couple nipple clamps to heighten my pleasure. She tugged them, giggling while i tried to escape. Then the true torture (passionate pleasure?) began… Marquesa began to draw with Her beautiful red nails all over my skin causing me to giggle and writhe with excitement. She charmingly squealed with great joy…. as Marquesa had found a new angle to torture me with…tickling. This went on and on, till i begged and begged for Her to stop, no keep going. Marquesa then laughed triumphantly and walked to a rack that held items i couldn’t discern due to the shadows.
i realized what it was when i heard the crack and felt the sting of Her whip. It was as if She knew exactly what would drive Her will deeper into my soul. Each lash was a lash of love, care, and ownership. It was what i longed for, what i desired. i had never been so happy in all my life!
Marquesa laughed wickedly, knowing that i was now Her property, just like a pen. Yet, knowing this She lifted me to a higher plane of ecstasy as She dropped me deeper and deeper into Her realm.
What Marquesa did next with Her whip is indescribable, literally i don’t have, know the words that would describe this thrilling bliss! my body wiggled, writhed and winced as Her whip tantalized my body. Marquesa brought me to the point of passing out from this blissful sensual bombardment.
i could go on, yet my mind swoons with just the memories of this time. i have surrendered to Marquesa and She has branded me, not with a hot metal iron like some bull, but with something far more permanent and controlling…Her Will. Marquesa has somehow placed Her Will inside me and now She Reigns over this willing slave….
At Marquesa’s Feet
Marquesa’s puppy
