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…..
Goddess Marquesa
“Men ask Me — in fact, they naturrally wonnderr — how one can..JUSST GO INTO HYPNOSIS!!…This question is not easy to answer because there are no hard and fast rules, no billboards telling you that..you are entering Hypnosis!
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?
The movie Office Space has a very funny premise, even if it offends My perspective as a professional Hypnotist. In one of the opening scenes, the hero is being hypnotized, and the hypnotist dies right after telling the subject that all his inhibitions are gone. Though planting that suggestion alone was never the hypnotist’s intention, it works miracles. The newly liberated hero quits his miserable job, dumps his abusive girlfriend, and summons the courage to woo the girl of his dreams.
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…..
As a rule men are compelled to surrender to Me. I am too fascinating, too sexy to resist. When I focus My charm on a man, he becomes quite receptive.I have been creating such beautiful pieces of art all My life. Just now I am working on a young man I call “blondie.” I saw him among some workmen who came to My home, and he was so yummy that I had to have him. When I ran My fingers through his thick, blond, wavy hair he blushed so sweetly that I knew I had found My next submissive toyboy.
I gave him My number, knowing that he would be compelled to call. I have been haunting his every waking moment and dream ever since. blondie needed no persuasion to submit to My hypnotic control. he took to it like the proverbial duck to water, and his cravings to “go under” have become more intense ever since.
Of course, this story is not about him, it is about Me. When I find a new toy I must sculpt him into something that will delight Me, and I have sampled so many different delights that by now it requires real creativity to produce something new. I have taken blondie to places he did not expect. Standing by watching as I seduce other men, showering as I watch and appraise his involuntary erection, masturbating a load of cum into his pants and underwear, sucking on the end of my strap-on dildo….all of these moments have made him bridle with foolish male “pride.” I have enjoyed slapping the teary pout off of his handsome face.
But as fun as it has been for Me, it has been ecstasy for him. As he kneels at My feet, begging to know when he can see Me again, I know what paradise he is experiencing under My control. The love and adoration that keeps growing in him despite his humiliation and frustration may surprise him, but not Me. I have seen it so many times before.
What will I do with my yummy slaveboy? As an Artist I have to follow My inspiration. I have a vision of blondie sucking the cock of My other handsome slave. Mmmmmm….something about having two hunks blow each-other at My command and for love of Me….it would be delicious. I will have to see where the mood takes Me…
Do you envy blondie, pet? Of course you do. After reading the last paragraphs your cock is hard. Your pulse is racing. A thin sheen of sweat has formed on your brow.
How many young submissive men meet a Goddess like Me? The odds are worse than winning the lottery. The things I will teach blondie…the gifts I will give him….it truly boggles the mind. I know you wish you could have your life to live over and trade places with him. Alas ….that much magic is beyond even Me.
But it is not too late, pet. Call Me. I can’t give you your life to live over, but I can start a new life for you under My control. Cum feel what it is like to serve a truly Superior Goddess…you know it is what you want…what you need….
