I was born to possess you, pet. The stars aligned and a Goddess emerged, so Powerful and Beautiful that you were never going to be able to resist Me. W/we both know that is true. But what you don’t know is that My innate Dominance was nurtured by my early education. I was raised Catholic, you see.
Catholic? What, you may ask, is Femdom about Catholicism? I will tell you, pet…..EVERYTHING. Read the Bible. It is a litany of Female Domination. Eve. Delilah. Judith. Even in post-biblical times, woman have stealthily dominated the Church. Mary, Mother of God. Catherine of Siena. Teresa of Avila. Joan of Arc. The whole history of Catholicism is a saga of men crawling on their knees to Women. There is a reason that one of the best-selling costumes every year is the “Sexy Nun.”
Look at the protagonists of opera, the most quintessential Catholic art form. Carmen. Salome. The Empress Turandot, for Whose love men will literally risk death. All of the composers of those operas were raised in the Church, and its teachings worked on their minds like Femdom Hypnosis.
I received the conventional Catholic education that every Sunday-schooler receives, and there were of course many priests who scolded Me for My “brazenness” even as they fantasized about being bent over and spanked by Me. But Your Goddess saw through all of that bullshit. I knew that My culture secretly worshipped Me as a Queen, and that is what I am.
So there you have it, pet. I am your Goddess by Nurture and by Birth. My Charm fills you with tender gratitude, you want to celebrate everything about Me. Well, here is your chance! July 1st is My birthday, the anniversary of the day you were destined to become My slave! Mark the occasion with due fanfare. Show Me how much you adore Me. Send gifts…the more elaborate and generous, the better. As your Goddess, I command you!
Embedded deeply within the male consciousness rests the innate ability to sense the dynamic, pulsing energy of Dominant Feminine Power, together equally with the inherent longing — and the deep-seated need — of all men to submit, to yield to it, to serve it. For this Power to activate and command such a deep-seated, instinctive yearning, it must clearly draw upon an energy of enormous potency. But how does one sense this life force? There is a paradoxical aspect to My answer, because, for most men, the perception of Feminine Power is so subtle that it takes place far beneath their conscious awareness. Feminine Power can be neither felt, heard, nor seen, nor tasted or smelled — yet so compelling is its strength that, once they sense it, men feel positively driven to respond to it — instinctively, reflexively, unknowingly. So powerful is this life force that when men come to a Woman endowed with Dominant Feminine Power, their awareness and attention center on Her instantly, from way down deep inside, pushing aside all other desires and needs, and there wells up within them the need — nay, the driving compulsion — to please Her, to serve Her, to obey Her. For many men, this driving, inborn compulsion to serve and obey is accompanied by deeply held and vigorously suppressed sexual fantasies, which, following exposure to Dominant Feminine Energy, spontaneously bubble up from the nether recesses of their psyche.
My Art on My Terms
This is Your Goddess…Goddess Marquesa calling out to you…Concentrate on MYYY Voice and HEAR MEEE…I wannt you, to COME TO MEEE…to CALLL MEEEE…EYYE wannt to speak to you and EYYE know you wannt to speak to me — You wannt to hear MEEE just as Eye want you to CALLL MEEE so you can Hear MYY Voice…Lissten to MYYY Voice…Hear MYYY Voice as it once more takes control of you…guides you to that Spesshiall Place — to YOUR Spesshiall Place — to the place you love to visit — the place you love to stay in — the place EYYE have reserved for you — jusssst for you — the place you need to be — the place you lonng to be — the place you belonng — inn which you know you belonng…Yeesss…EYYE wannt you to CALL MEE!! — to Pick up the phone in one hand and your cock in the other hand and CALL MEEE NOOWWW…
