Please Marquesa, can You help me?”

The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa sat quietly and listened as the nicely built brunette told Her what had happened. JoAnne was the name of Marquesa’s visitor.

She had met Rick at a bar in a trendy area of L.A. a week or so ago and had let him buy her a drink. Just a few minutes later she remembered leaving the bar with him but after that, everything was confused.

She seemed to remember that she felt woozy and even had sex with Rick. She felt just awful about it, she was married and although she wasn’t totally monogamous, she had much better taste than to pick a slob like Rick!

He was an arrogant bastard, totally self centered. She had wondered for days just why she had gone with him.

Yesterday she had received a video tape by messenger. It was a tape of her having sex, first with Rick, then with another man who looked just like him.

The second “lover” introduced himself as Bob and spoke to JoAnne by looking straight into the video camera. “You didn’t remember this, did you bitch? You need to come back to our apartment Friday night or your husband will see this tape Saturday. Oh yeah . . . maybe you want to bring a friend along for the party. We have a special drink for her too!”

JoAnne was almost in tears as she spoke to the Mistress. “I read about you in New Reality and it seemed like you were strong enough to help me. I’m afraid to go to the police or my husband will find out.”

The Mistress reached out to hold JoAnne’s hand. “We’ve got a barrel of troubles to solve. For one thing, you should be in charge in your marriage so you could tell your husband anything and he would help you. But most of all you must realize by now that you were drugged, probably with Ruphynol—a very fast-acting sedative/hypnotic. Then you were raped. That’s why you felt like you lost control f yourself and had problems with your memory.

“Next, the bastards who raped you want to blackmail you into sexual slavery. What jerks!
“If you are sure you don’t wish to involve the police and you are sure you want personal revenge, I can help you—but you must be sure.”

JoAnne thought over her options and nodded. “Yes Marquesa, I am very sure. That is why I am here.”

The following Friday night two very sexy women stood outside the apartment door as instructed on the video tape. The brunette was dressed in a short, tightly fitting blue dress. It clung revealingly to every sexy curve of her glorious body.

The Marquesa was Her usual heart-stopping self. Her short black shirt was topped by a sexy white blouse—the top two buttons unfastened—revealing just a wisp of Her sexy black lace bra.
Just as JoAnne knocked, the door popped open and both brothers were there. Twins! Bob and Rick each wore open-front silk shirts—hadn’t those gone out with “Saturday Night Fever”?

“Wow! Please come in. JoAnne, my dear come in. Who is your friend? She’s beautiful!
JoAnne looked nervously toward the blond Goddess and replied, “Her name is Marquesa. You told me to bring someone with me.”

Bob spoke up, “You are a very pretty girl, Marquesa. How about a drink? I’ll get you sone wine. Rick has to leave but he’ll be right back.”

JoAnne started to say something, suspecting a drugged drink, but a stern look from Bob quieted her immediately.

When Bob returned with three glasses of wine however, the Magnificent One only pretended to drink Hers and as Bob sat his glass down and turned to speak to JoAnne, Marquesa silently switched glasses with him. Gestures behind Bob’s back by the Mistress instructed JoAnne not to drink her wine.

Bob turned around in time to see the Marquesa take a large sip of wine and, with a smile, he drained his own glass-the one the Marquesa had switched.

Turning to JoAnne he said, “It looks like your friend here is about to join our club. I don’t care if you drink or not, you must follow our orders or your husband will be getting some interesting movies. Rick will be back in about twenty minutes and then the party will begin in all its splendor!
The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa could hardly control Her chuckle and exclaimed—to no one in particular, “Twenty minutes should be much more than enough time . . . for Me! But, hey Bob, I noticed My wine was a strange color  when you brought it in here. Did you put something in it?”

“No honey,” he stammered. This one is pretty smart, lucky she already drank the wine, he thought to himself.

She held up the deep red wine before his astonished eyes, swirling it around in the glass. “Look at the wine . . . its deep red color . . . did the color change when you added the ruphynol? No? . . . you’re right . . . its the natural color because you drank the one with the drugs . . . but keep looking at the deep . . . red . . . wine . . . keep . . . looking . . . .

“So you like to drug women so you can rape them, you asshole! Maybe you’d like to know how that feels!”

bob wanted to leave. his tricks had been discovered and he was starting to be afraid of what this beautiful blond could do to him. But a combination of the effects of the sedative/hypnotic drugs and the sheer sexual power of the Marquesa kept him sitting in his chair staring at the swirling wine.
“JoAnne, why don’t you go down to the car and get those things I prepared for us. I’ll entertain ‘little bobby’ here in the meantime.”

The Magnificent One then took bob by the hand, gently leading him to a lack bedroom of the apartment and sat him down on the bed. She took out one of those belt-clip radios with the ear phones and clipped them onto the compliant blackmailer. She fixed his vacant brown eyes with the penetrating gaze of Her powerful, but haunting, emerald green eyes and ordered him to, “Listen carefully . . . slut slave . . . .”

bob’s mind drifted as he listened to the honey-sweet recorded voice of the gorgeous Marquesa programming his mind to obey all of Her commands . . . and all of JoAnne’s commands . . . without question. he sank deeper . . . deeper . . . deeper . . . into a drug-assisted hypnotic trance . . . a victim of his own drug trap!

The taped voice reinforced his helplessness before the two strong-willed Women. Now he had to obey Their commands. Now he would always respond to their voices . . . their beautiful eyes . . . whenever and whatever either of them commanded with an eagerness to please them that would somehow give him great pleasure and satisfaction.

“Admit you are powerless before Us!” came the command.

After several seemingly endless repetitions, bob’s lips silently mouthed the words, “i am powerless before You . . . .”

Marquesa walked back to the living room just as JoAnne returned with the bag from the car.
“JoAnne dear, why don’t you go prepare bob while I wait for Rick to return. I’ll give you a signal when the time is right.”

Almost twenty minutes to the second Rick walked in the door to see the Magnificent Mistress sitting motionless on the sofa, staring vacantly into space.

He tried to go into bob’s bedroom but the door was locked. He shouted through the door to his twin but an emotionless response of “i’m busy right now” caused Rick to return to the seemingly helpless blond on the couch.

Rick went to a closet and took a video camera from off the shelf and set it up on a tripod, overlooking the couch.

Slowly . . . slowly . . . he walked toward the sofa, taking off his clothes, piece by piece, until he was naked just feet from the Mistress.

She focused Her deep green eyes on Rick’s as he walked toward Her and spoke softly to him.
“You assumed I was asleep but it is you who are tired . . . too tired to even continue to walk . . . so you must stand perfectly still before Me . . . look into My irresistibly lovely feminine eyes and stand completely still . . . completely still.

So quickly and so suddenly did the blond Dominatrix entrance and enrapture rick that even She was surprised. he stood paralyzed, naked, before Her. Before he could regain his composure She exercised Her irresistible sexual hypnotic powers on the defenseless would-be rapist.

She drew close, enveloping him in Her Feminine aura of power. he inhaled Her rapturous perfume as She gently stroked his temples with Her long, erotic, perfectly manicured nails . . . each touch breaking down his will to resist. She whispered in Her hypnotic, controlling style, each word crushing his self control, while forcing him to stare into those eyes . . . eyes that have reduced into total subservience every person She has ever so targeted. he didn’t have a chance!

“JoAnne . . . it’s time,” She called out.

The bedroom door opened and a triumphant JoAnne walked in with bob walking a respectful three paces behind.

bob was dressed in a tight-fitting polka dot dress and was wearing white high heels and lacy anklets. his face was “painted” with cosmetics but even pancake makeup could not hide his five-o’clock shadow. his hairy legs and armpits made the outfit especially laughable as he minced into the room in feminine style and posed as sexily as he could, awaiting orders.

JoAnne pushed him toward his paralyzed brother and into view of the video camera while speaking to him softly, knowing he was programmed to listen and obey all of Her suggestions.
“bob, look at rick’s big cock. Isn’t it beautiful? I would like for you to taste it now. Just like a sweet ice cream cone, it begs to be licked. Lick your brother’s delicious cock.”

bob knelt before his twin brother and licked, gingerly at first, on his big hot, hard cock . . . like a little girl sucking on a big sweet candy treat . . . waiting for the cumming surprise of fresh cream.
The camera recorded all the action as “roberta” ministered to rick’s thick, bobbing cock.

“Wait Marquesa,” JoAnne giggled, “I have another great idea!”

After a whispered conference the Mistress agreed and removed the camera to the patio which overlooked a nearby busy intersection. Obeying the Mistress’ commands the twins, now both dressed in frilly finery, were out on the corner turning tricks—you can guess the kind!

Mistress Marquesa, laughing, thought She should have brought knee pads for the boys. It would have been the perfect, humiliating accessory for the outfits.

A couple of hours later, “rikki” and “roberta” returned to the apartment and gave JoAnne $41—all the money they had made.

JoAnne looked at Marquesa incredulously. “Who gave you one dollar?” She asked.
“Why, each of them, Mistress,” bob responded.

At that, Marquesa and JoAnne almost fell to the floor laughing.

JoAnne now felt in total control. “Bring Me all the video tapes and any other evidence you have—every one—for every woman you have blackmailed—every name, every address, all evidence—now, dickhead. I want it now!”

rick ran to the bedroom closet to retrieve the videos and bob went to the phone stand to get their address book.

All the evidence was placed in the trunk of Marquesa’s car.

JoAnne then sat the twins down in dining room chairs in front of the television and handcuffed them to the chairs. With a few commands, the Marquesa freed them from their sexual, hypnotic trances and then the fun really began!

JoAnne inserted the video tape into the VCR and hit “play.” The twins sat transfixed as they watched their performances, first bob sucking his twin brother’s cock and then the two of them sucking off all those men on the corner.

As tears streamed down their cheeks JoAnne asked if they had any microwave popcorn. “I always eat popcorn when I watch porn flics,” She teased. Finally She walked in front of them as the tape concluded with them on their knees, on the corner, each earning a dollar from a jeering customer.
JoAnne slapped bob hard across the face, then She slapped rick.

“you pricks, we’ve got your tapes and your records and every woman you ever blackmailed will have their own tape back, along with a copy of this one,” JoAnne told them. “you will suffer from your acts. Some of these women, no doubt, will want to get the authorities involved and you deserve it!

“Now I want you to tell Me you are sorry!”

“i’m sorry Mistress,” came the reply in chorus.

JoAnne turned and said to the Mistress Marquesa, “I’m done so let’s go. Eventually the guys will get the cuffs off or maybe the landlord will release them when I call him tomorrow. Either way, like the Lone Ranger said, ‘Our job here is done!’”

As they walked hand-in-hand down the walk to Marquesa’s car, the Magnificent One said to JoAnne, “Actually, I think We have one more job to do tonight.

“Remember, I said You would be in charge of Your marriage? S&M and D&S can often be most fun when the two participants are in love and committed to each other though, perhaps, each in their own way.

“We have a few hours until dawn to convince your husband that You are in charge. I am sure he will love being Your slave—once he discovers what joys it brings—and I know You will enjoy being his Mistress and Tormentress. What do You think?”

JoAnne smiled in unrestricted admiration and respect for the blond Dominatrix. “I know I will love that Mistress. Will You please teach me?”

The Mistress responded, “Remember that old song, ‘That’s why I’m here . . . ‘?”