Diary

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…..

My Fair Slaveboy

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.
But when I meet a man who is naturally submissive….oh….mmmmm. Such magic I can perform then! A submissive man is like a beautiful piece of marble, and in Me he has found the Sculptress Who can realize his full potential.

         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….

 

I AM THE ANTIDOTE

          After you read, hear or watch the news, do you find yourself anxious or angry…or fearful and depressed…pessimistic and despondent…completely worn down?  Aren’t you just plain tired of the news?  Of course you are — and you should be.
If you feel the news is a DOWNER, you’re right!  It is depressing, it does make you feel angry…fearful…uneasy…totally bummed out.  No surprise; the news is deliberately created to do that and specifically intended to keep you in a perpetual state of anger — feeling as though you want to strike out against something or someone — or of misery and unhappiness, of unease and unrest.
Now I said created because I also firmly believe that at least three-quarters of everything you read or hear or watch in the media is made up.
That’s right!
That means what you read, listen to or watch is fiction and fantasy.  And its creators and disseminators are extremely skilled at what they do — as you know by how it makes you feel, all too acutely!  In fact, I could accurately call them ill-intentioned, corrupt hypnotists.
Very good ones, to be sure, but they certainly don’t have your best interests at heart.
In fact, quite the opposite is true.
I have been dealing with the human mind for decades, and, trust Me, I know full well what depresses or cheers up the spirit — so I know what I am talking about.
        So, what can you do — where can you go — to counter this constant, engineered negativity?  Where can you find respite and relief from all the fecal muck that the media continues to spew out?
Where can you escape the continuous barrage of BS they heap on all of us?
        Simple!  Come to Me.  Simply stated, I am the antidote for all the negativity of the media…I am the answer!  I have always provided therapies that overcome despondence and create happiness and good cheer.
SO ESCAPE WITH ME!  
I specialize in aiding and abetting those who want to escape, who seek solace from the day to day parade of pessimism and bleakness that the media spew out. 
As the consummate Escape Artist, just let Me — or, more accurately, let My special soothing Voice — lift you up out the mire of perpetual pessimism and anger, up out of the muck.
Let My Golden Voice artfully and artistically lift you — transport you — guide you — to a special place, a place far removed from the tawdry sewer of hopeless media-induced despondency in which you now feel irreversibly stuck.
A place where you will forget all the tawdry blather of the media and focus on things far more enjoyable.
For many years, My Golden Voice has guided, led, even teased My clients into a place of relaxing respite and relief — a place where you feel profound pleasure.
A place of joy and mellow happiness instead of sadness.  A heavenly alternative to the spiritual hell I will help you leave behind — far, far behind.
Plus, I always have your best interests at heart.
When you Escape With Me, I guarantee one thing for sure:  the fantasies you encounter that I will induce will leave you feeling a hell of lot better and happier than you feel after encountering the fantasies induced by the media.
So Come to Me and leave Me with a smile on your face and a song in your heart.
(727) 307-3875.  Why not call now?
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