Diary

My Fair Slavegirl

       Lao Tzu teaches us that the masculine will always yield to the Feminine.  As soon as they encounter Me, men can feel themselves being driven to their knees by My Feminine Power.  I am the living embodiment of the Divine Feminine.

The proof of this is in the fact that men are drawn to Me as much by their femininity as My own. My slave brianna is a case in point.  Like many men, she has always loved the look and feel of bras and panties. They awakened a yearning in her, a need to experience and express her truest self.

I sensed this about her right away.

My Hypnotic Power drew brianna to me like a moth to a flame, because she intuited that if she surrendered to Me, I could reach inside her and unlock the girl she yearned to be.  And so I have.

Through hypnosis I have begun to transform brianna.  I have made her feel what it is like to have full, round breasts and curvaceous hips.  The lush thrill of being in a woman’s body. From a wooden boy I am turning brianna into a real girl.

Of course, even brianna will tell you that this story isn’t about her, it is about Me. Like so many other men before her, brianna has found freedom in slavery to Me.  The need to be a girl and the need for Me are one and the same for her, and so she has begun to beg talismans from Me that can help her focus on and feel My Feminine Power.  I am a generous Goddess, I will grant her wish… for a price.  I will command her to purchase specific items of Mine that I choose.  Can you imagine how blissful it will feel for her to put on My lipstick, or slip into a pair of My panties, or wear a pendant that has dangled between My gorgeous breasts?  I bet you can, pet.

Has reading about brianna made your pussy slick?  Do you wish you could feel what that is like?  Call Me, pet.  I can make your wish cum true…
GODDESS MARQUESA

Barbie and Ken

            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…..

Trancing into Hypnosis

This blog entry will be in parts.  As I am so inclined I will post additional entries.
I am sure you will find all of what I reveal to you here to be most fascinating and a TRUE turn on!
          “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!  
Similarly, when you..GO INTO HYPNOSIS!..there’s no road sign to say that..you’ve..now..left the waking state and bid you..welcome into the hypnotic state.
Instead, generally..you *may* notice yourself slowwing dowwn and REE-LAXXX!!-inng...*Mayybe* paying less attention to outside noises…*But*..there are no hard and fast rules about *How* you..go into hypnosis….NOWW….Some of My subjects..GO INTO HYPNOSIS!..in increments….First..they..GO INTO..light Trance!…Next…they..Enter Mee-dium Trance!…And then..they..GO INTO DEEEeep TRANNCE — even into Deeee-pesst Trannce!….
Other men respond by..lisstening to Me — Hearing MEE..Count them into trance — 
*You* know*…*ONE*!…*TWOO*!!…*THREEEE*!!!…
And still others jusst…GO INTO TRANCE *INSTANTLY!*…as though EYYE’d thrown a light switch…You seeit *ALLL* depends on what sort of subject you are….That’s Right!!…
Some men..RESPOND INSTANTLY!! AND ACUTELY!! TO MYY SUGGESTIONS AND COMMANDS…And with others, Myy Suggestions..take a little more time to..seeep in and take hollld. 
                    One thing for sure, though, is that *ALLLL* Myy Subjects Respond to Me pretty quickly.  Why?  Three reasons:  One; they all find MY Sexxxy looks — My long blonde hair…My well-toned boddy…My shapely legs…My beautiful, full breasts…My luscious ass…and, of course, My *a-Resst!*-ing Emerald Eyes — they find these..irrezzisstable.  
They find My Sexxy looks..arouzzing — extreemely arouuzzing.  You See, try though they may, men can’t take their eyes off me….Yeeesss!!!!…Once their eyes..FOCUS ONN MEE!!, they..have a haarrd..time looking anywhere else.
Because, you see, EYYE naturally become — and remain — the laser-like focus of their attention.
 
Two;  when they are in My presence, men..Feeel My Energee — they FEEEEL the Energy of My Personality — My sou-preme self-confidence and naturrall Magnetizzm — the Energee EYYE nuaturalee radiate — palpably and viscerally  they Sense it! — they can’t help but Sense it! — they receive it through evverry pore of their skin AND they RESPOND TO IT STRONGLY.
In fact, they REACT to it *INSTANTLY*  So stronng and so swifft a response is…instinctive…reflexxive…organic…annd naturrall — Compleetelee Naturrall. 
And so, naturralee, men respond by..FOCUSS!!-ing *ALLL* ATTENTION — THEIR *UNDIVIDED ATTENTION* — ON MEE!! — FOCUSING ON MEEE — totallee and commpleetlee.  And by Feeeelinng My energy, they also find themselves bee-COMMINNG AROUZZED — bee-C0MMINGmore and more Arouuzzzed — by unvoiced SEXXX!-ual thoughts that instincktively begin to enter the mind
Yeeesss!!…
And..Two, when those in my presence Feeeel MYY Touch!!, whether by simple handshake or when I give them a stronger, more forceful tactile cue, they FEEEL — they can’t help but FEEEL — the Power of My Touch, at once sofft and genntle, yet firrm and stronng…and knowingly, studiedly..sure and clinical and therapeutic…
At once Sennssing and Sennsual…My Touch transmitting My Energy and COMPELLING Their ATTENTION — naturally…firmly…and causing them IRREZISSSTABLEE..and Expectantly..to Await — to Annticipate — My next Touch — their next physical contact with MEEE.  And inevitablee and naturally…and involuntarily and unthinkinglee…indeed, instinnctivelee — they feeel arouzzed — Verrry..Verrrry Arouuzzzed.  
 
And then, THREE;  Men are drawn — drawn magnetically — to..the Sound of MYY Voyycce…Myy Extraorrrdinary Voycce…at once..Exquisitelee Modoulated…DisstincktiveSexxx!-yy and Seducktive…POWER-F’LLY Commanding and Commpelling…Yet Soporific and Anessthetic…Sillkiee Smoooothe and Ohhh-Sooo Soooothinng — *MYY VOYYCCE IS IMPOSSSIBLE TO REEZISST*…
 
That’s Right!!….Reezisstance is..FUTILE!…Using MYY Powwerrfull..Compellinng..Voyycce, EYYE can lull the mosst agitated men into the calmm-est state of RELAXXX!-ation…
 
In fact, some of My subjects bee-COME sooo tranquill…soooo RELAXX!-ed that they..Jussst..FALL ASLEEP!!…That’s Right!!…By Jussst..LISSTENN!!-inng to MYYY silkee smooothe annd ohh-sooo soooothinng Voyycce..they literally..FALL ASLEEEP!!…Yeeessss!!..MYYY subjects..Naturallee..DRIFFFT INTO A DEEP..DEEEEP SLEEEP…A..SLEEEP!..FROM WHICH **OWWNLLY EYYYE** CAN AWAAKEN THEM…
 
But not ownly can MYY Voyycce NATURRALLEE sooothe and REE-LAXXXX!!..Myy subjects, but it can equally and also tantalizze, teazze and..Purrr-suade the mosst adamant mind — the mosst ardently stubborn minnd — to..GIVE IN!!TO..SUBBMITT!! — to SUBMIT TO MEEE!!…to..SUCCKUMM TO MYY VOYYCCE — to..SUCCKUMM TO MY WILLL!!…Yeeesss!!…By using My Irrezisstable Voyycce,  EYYE can overCOME objections…can overCOME reezissstance…EYYE can overCOME them sooo swifftly and sooo thoroughly that Myy subject doesn’t even know what has COME over him, and so he will increasingly COME over TWO MEE so he can CUMM FOUR MEE over and over and over again…Yeeesss!!!…It all seems as easy as ONE…TWO…THREE!!!…  
 
GODDESS MARQUESA

Miraculous Feet

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 Trance Shall Set You Free

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.

Of course, where Office Space went most wrong was in the idea that an absent hypnotist can work wonders. To fully benefit from hypnosis, you must engage a Hypnotist Who is fully present.
That Hypnotist is Me.
I can reveal so much more of your mind to you than any ordinary hypnotist, because I am so fully in control of My own. I can liberate you in ways that no one else can, because I am so radically free.

Come, pet. Give it a try. What do you have to lose? Except, perhaps, your inhibitions…..

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