Goddess Marquesa

It’s not you, it’s Me

                Why are you so drawn to Me, pet? You might think it is because of some lifelong fantasy of yours, or some special kink or fetish. Perhaps you are submissive…you have always dreamed of being dominated by a Powerful Woman. Perhaps you are turned on by the idea of being hypnotized.

I of course love all kinds of kink, and enjoy all sorts of fetish play. I am also intensely Alluring in so many  very Sexy ways. If you have a fantasy, you surely can picture Me as the star of it.

But I am too unique and Powerful to be contained or defined by anyone else’s fantasies. Your kink might be what moved you to search for Me, but it is not what will drive you to your knees before My altar. It is not you, it is Me. I am the one making you feel the way you do. My Energy. My Spirit. My Mind. Me.

I could see this the other day when I had My slave blondie bring his friend to meet Me. This friend had become curious about Me from blondie’s stories of Me, and you might think that his having heard of Me second hand meant that his own imagination is what motivated him, but you would be wrong.

My Energy reached out to him through blondie: the way blondie moans when he thinks about Me’ the way his mouth goes dry and his voice cracks when he speaks of Me, the bulge that appears in blondie’s pants so many dozens of times a day as his body worships Me spontaneously. All these things worked on blondie’s friend until he had to meet Me.

blondie brought his friend over so that he could watch me inspect the marks I had made on My pet during O/our last playtime. As I traced the welts and bruises on blondie’s beautiful body with My long fingers and cooed softly to him, assuring him that he was a good pet and that Mistress was very pleased with him, I could see blondie’s friend begin to crumble. By the time I told blondie to put his clothes back on, his friend was deeply in trance. From now on he will feel what I program him to feel.

It’s not you, it’s Me. You know it is true, pet. If you need any more proof, the way you feel right now after reading this should be enough. I am deep in your head, penetrating…thrusting. Filling your mind and soul with My sticky-hot Dominance… and you love it. There’s nothing to fear. Let yourself enjoy it. Call Me, and I will be very happy to explore what I might do with you….ha ha ha ha ha!!!

A lesson: you are insignificant. Now thank Me!

One of the most important things I teach men is how insignificant they are. When I am inside of Your mind, when My will swallows yours, you become aware that you are just a small speck of cosmic dust adrift in the void.
 All of your vain ego dissolves, and you realize that you are just a smudge on the tip of My dildo, some grime stuck to the heel of My stiletto. 

Of course, the beautiful irony is that in teaching You the lesson, I make it just a tad less true. You are adrift in the cosmos; I contain the cosmos. I am the Goddess made flesh. I am Divine, and anything I have contact with has been touched by the Divine.

 So few men get to learn at My hand. Doing so separates you from the herd. Even now, reading these words, you can feel Me penetrating you. Enlightening you. It feels good. It feels sooo good…you want more. Don’t be sad pet. Redemption is only a trance away. I am offering you this great gift. Cum thank Me properly…

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STRAPPING IT ON !  :)

What is a strap-on?  It’s a dildo, but then you know that silly boy!  It’s a very special dildo because it is most often intended to be ‘used’ by Dominant Women on submissive subjects of both sexes.  In either event, the spot where “the rubber meets the road” (pardon the pun!) is the anal or vaginal orifice of the submissive.
Most commonly, strap-ons can be obtained in both latex or silicone rubber, and both versions feel and perform their task just about the same.  Personally, I prefer latex over silicone because the former substance is impermeable to bodily fluids whereas the latter is not.
This feature makes a latex toy easier to clean and disinfect afterwards.
To explain the toy’s design, it may be best to start by thinking about how it does its magic.
It sounds simple enough:
The rubber shaft shaft forms a key part of a pelvic engine, which is comprised of the pelvis of the Dominant Woman and the toy itself.
Like a piston, the shaft moves back and forth, in and out of the body cavity, in the process stimulating through pressure and by feel the nerves lining the tissues through which it passes.
To the submissive, this is where the magic occurs:  the passage of the piston produces ecstasy and joy — and sometimes a little pain!
You can readily see that, for that stimulus-producing movement to take place, the shaft must be alternately shoved and pulled, mimicking the movement of a penis, and these actions, in turn, dictate the design of the instrument.
The flexible rubber shaft is attached to a flat trapezoidal piece of leather or very stiff rubber, perhaps three inches wide and four inches high, that rests snugly against the pubis bone of the Dominant Woman who supplies the energy to power — really, to drive — the shaft home.
This pubic resting place provides the ideal platform from which to transmit Her pelvic thrust down through the shaft when She rams it home.
Simultaneously, the rubber trapezoid serves to broaden the tender area that must absorb the pressure of Her thrusts — Her vaginal muscles lack the solid mass to perform this job well.
Okay, this explains the shoving.  But what about the pulling?  Three holes in the trapezoid allow accommodate rubber straps that wind around each of Her legs and Her waist, the straps functioning like natural ligaments.
Not only do the straps keep the harness snug against Her pubis, but when She pulls back, the straps and trapezoid together act as a harness that pulls the shaft from its orifice.
To use a crude mechanical analogy, the pelvic engine is half bulldozer and half tractor, the bulldozer shoving — or more accurately, thrusting — the shaft home, and the tractor pulling — tugging — it back into position for the next thrust.
Am I turning you on with this description and the visualization, My pet?  Have you ever had a dominant woman use a strap on – on you?

Latex and Rubber – Part 3

Not only have My beautiful, bountiful breasts long been the objects of wonder, admiration and worship by My subjects, but they also have provided, and continue to provide, inspiration for reveries, fantasies and just plain lustful ogling admiration by men at large (I often think I should charge them for the view!).
And, because nothing displays the female breast — and My breasts — to voyeurs better than latex, I shall now discuss one of My favorite latex accessories:  the Bra.
Now, rubber and latex bras come in all sizes and designs, and I like all of them, but three models really stand out and rank as My very favorites.  The first model, which is far more than any mere chest covering, extends upward, from a couple of inches above My navel, and covers My boobs and all My body above them — including most of My head.

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THE WISDOM I’VE GLEANED ABOUT MEN 

 EYYE choose to share with you wizzdom EYYE’ve gleaned through many, many years of working with men…years of..bringing them..to Heel!! — of bringing them..under MYY Kontrol annd..innto MYYY Powwerr..NOOWWW!!...Evverry mann — including “Alpha males” and men boasting great physical strength — evenn bullies — *ALLLL* men share one important trait in commonWhich izzz?It’s juust *THISSS*:
Evvven those who..like angry bulls..snort and paw the ground…

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