Diary

Any Artist’s First Great Work is Herself

Have you ever wondered why you find Me so irresistible, pet? Of course you have. Wondering is completely natural. Wondering can’t hurt. In fact, understanding a little bit about why you can’t stop thinking about Me, why My every word and gesture makes your heart race and your cock hard, can only bring you deeper into My web of seduction.

So pull up a chair, take out your notebook, and listen to Professor Marquesa. I am going to explain yourself to you a little bit. Don’t worry, pet. This won’t hurt. It begins with a trip back in time, to 1821.

In February of that year a little girl was born to proud parents in County Sligo, Ireland. She was given the name Eliza Rosanna Gilbert. If you Google that name, you’ll get about 7,400 hits. Not bad, for a little girl born 201 years ago. But if you Google the name “Lola Montez” you get 470,0000 results. And in the difference between those two numbers- 7,400 and 470,000- lies some of the explanation for why you find Me so irresistible.

You see, by the year 1850 or so almost no one had heard of Eliza Gilbert. But by then EVERYONE on at least two continents had heard the name “Lola Montez.” They were the same person, of course. But Lola Montez was the only one to decide who Lola Montez was, and that made her a Superstar.

Like Me, Lola was gorgeous. You can see it in photographs of her that still survive. But in the world of toxic male supremacy of the 1800s, being gorgeous and a nickel would get you a cup of coffee (Starbucks hadn’t opened yet, obviously). Lola thrived on talent and moxy. After some time in India (where she ditched a husband) and London, she became famous as a Spanish dancer in Europe. She settled for a while in Paris in the 1840’s, where the composer Franz Liszt fell under her spell, then the novelist Alexandre Dumas (you’ve heard of the Three Musketeers? Count of Monte Cristo? The Man in the Iron Mask? All him). She eventually made a love-slave of the biggest newspaper publisher in France, which of course didn’t hurt her publicity. When he died in a duel over her honor, she moved to Munich.

There she met King Ludwig I of Bavaria, who of course fell madly in love with her. He gave her the title Countess and became her complete puppet. She used her power to advance progressive change, attracting the usual haters. Cabinet ministers fell to her influence. Half the students at Munich University adored her, half of them despised her, causing violence that shut the school down. When the Revolution of 1848 finally forced Ludwig to abdicate, Lola left, eventually making her way to the U.S.

Here in the U.S. Lola became famous as a dancer and actress, starring for a while in a play about her adventures in Bavaria. She toured Australia and then came back to the U.S., where she embarked on a career as an author and lecturer, her main expertise being on how women can seduce and possess men. In her wake she left a trail of discarded lovers and husbands.

What was the secret of Lola’s power? The same as Mine. We are both beautiful, yes, but We are so much more. you see, pets, Lola didn’t seduce and control men despite being self-created, she seduced and controlled men because she was self-created. She was her first and greatest work of art, this was the magic that made her dancing, acting, writing and lecturing so compellingly bewitching. She refused to live on anyone else’s terms, she invented herself anew, and that is so rare it is IRRESISTIBLE.

Everyone wants to grow and change, pets. Everyone hopes for new beginnings and fresh experiences. When you  encounter someone who has remade Herself completely, you can’t help but feel, “Wow! If She can do that to Herself, what can She do to me? i have to know….”

That is what I make you feel, pets, and that is why I make you feel it. My first and greatest work of art is Myself. I was not born the Goddess Marquesa de Sade, I made Myself into the Divine force that haunts your dreams, and that FASCINATES you.

I know exactly what you are experiencing now that you have read this. Don’t put it off any longer. Call Me. Drop Me an email. you know you will feel SO much better when you do…..

Addictive Personality

Have you ever wondered why I have been the reigning Queen of the Hypnodommes on the World Wide Web for so many years, pet? Of course you have. Is it the fact that My legs routinely stop traffic? That My tits have reduced grown men to drooling infants? That My penetrating green eyes have enslaved princes and presidents? Well, yes…of course those assets have all contributed. But they would not have been enough.

No, even you for quite some time have understood that your Goddess is not just a pretty face and a smoking hot body. But what is the secret? How is it that I have conquered so widely and ruled with such an iron (though gorgeous and impeccably manicured) hand?

Don’t strain yourself, pet. I won’t let the mystery linger. My beauty, My brilliant mind, My creativity, My talent, My mesmerizing skill- all of them have helped lay the foundation of My empire. But the key to My success has always been my addictive personality.

No…not that kind of “addictive personality.” I am not prone to addiction. My personality, however, is almost always addictive to those who encounter Me.

Addiction to substances or destructive behaviors is no laughing matter, and I would never make light of it. But I can’t help Who and What I am. People who interact with Me find Me fascinating. I make them laugh, I turn them on, I make them think, I unsettle them. Usually all at once. I am funny and serious and thought-provoking and approachable and mysterious, all at the same time. Spending some time with Me (even over the phone, or just listening to a recording) feels so good that you find yourself craving some more. Before long you can’t imagine life without me.

It’s all right, pet. I am a benign addiction. There is a LOT of Me to go around, and I don’t impair motor function (permanently) or leave you with a hangover (usually). So come, indulge- you know you want to. A little taste of Me won’t hurt…..at first…..

Sissy Hercules

It is story time, pet. Come sit at Goddess’s feet and I will tell you about Hercules. you have all heard about him killing the Hydra and wrestling with a lion, but do you know he was a sissy? I bet you don’t. Somehow that one tends to get lost in the shuffle today.

Hercules was prone to fits of madness, and in one of those fits he killed some poor prince and as punishment was condemned to be the slave of Queen Omphale of Lydia for one year. He fell madly in love with Omphale and submitted to her every whim.  She ordered him to wear her clothes, which he happily did. He would sit wearing her dresses and spinning thread at a wheel while she lounged on her throne in his lion skin, gripping the famous club with which he had slain so many monsters.

What do you think this story means, pet? Goddess is here to tell you. The yearning to be made into a sissy by a powerful Woman is as old as time itself. you men can’t escape it. Deep down, you all know that any world in which Women are not in charge is mad. That is why the only time Hercules could be cured of his fits of madness was when he was being humiliated and sissified by Omphale.

Come, pet. Stop the restless trembling. Let go of all that anxiety. Put on a pair of My panties. Try this nice shade of lipstick. Sit here at My feet and serve Me like a good girl. It will make you feel soooo much better…..

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…….!

PASSION & REALITY ARE REALLY PASSIONATE

I want you to RELAX and EMBRACE your HYPNOTIC SURRENDER to Me.
Good!
I’ll start whispering the legend of Pygmalion in your ear…..

King Pygmalion of Cyprus was an idealist. He was certain no woman could match all he felt a woman should be. The King was also an excellent sculptor. He used all his skills to carve his fantasy of the perfect lady out of marble.

Pygmalion became infatuated with his creation. He adored it so much, he pleaded with the gods to send him a real woman just like the statue he created.

Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love, decided to grant Pygmalion’s request.  However, the goddess decided to put her own twist on the situation. She cast her spell upon King Pygmalion’s creation.

One day the King was so enraptured with what he’d made, he started treating the sculpture like it was a living woman. The more he adored the statue, the more lifelike it became. When the King’s adoration was strong enough, this statue became the lovely maiden Galatea. Galatea and Pygmalion fell in love and were married.

In some ways, sensuous hypnosis, hypnodomination, FinDom, BDSM and FemDomme, are like Pygmalion and Galatea:

DESIRES & FANTASIES ARE WONDERFULLY POWERFUL.
FANTASIES WITH ME CAN BECOME SUPERBLY SPECTACULAR WHEN EXPLORED, EMBRACED, ENHANCED, AT THE RIGHT TIME, IN THE RIGHT PLACE…..WITH THE RIGHT MISTRESS!

When it all comes together just so: MY! OH!! MY!!!“`

Can you and I turn mutually pleasurable fantasies into something out of this world?

“COME TO ME, MY PASSION puppet.”

Maybe some of Aphrodite’s magick is in your future!

Our Emerald Eyes are watching 🙂

New Year’s Resolution: Smart is Sexy, Sexy is Smart.

            “Smart is sexy.” Many have said it, few have embodied this truth as well as I, your Goddess Marquesa. Why do you worship Me? Why do you fall quivering at My feet, offering up paeans of adoration and cries of abject surrender? Is it my gorgeous legs? My exquisite breasts? My bewitching emerald eyes? My classically beautiful face? All of those qualities and more enchant you, yes. But they are not the real source of My power. My mind, My brilliant intelligence, is what makes Me utterly irresistible.

            Hypnotism is not a game for the dull witted. I could not captivate your mind unless I had rigorously refined My own. A lifetime of learning and experience goes into each syllable of every mesmerizing incantation. Hours of thought and intellection impel the force of every word I employ to ensorcell your consciousness.

            Yes, pet. When your heart races, when your cock stiffens, when your mouth waters uncontrollably and you groan with desire, it is My mind to which you are responding as much as My irresistible body. Arousal and allure are rooted in the imagination as much as the physical senses of taste, touch and smell. I am so much more compelling than any of the lesser woman you encounter, because My thoughts, feelings, and wicked fantasies are so much more ingeniously sophisticated, artful, and dynamic.

            But sexy works both ways, darling playthings. The smarter you are about O/our relationship, the greater the heights of ecstasy to which I can bring you. The more frequently and the more intelligently you think about Me and for Me, the more you will turn Me on…and the more I will turn you on.

            So let this be your New Year’s Resolution, pet: be sexy, be smart. Share your thoughts with me, in email or over the phone. Let Me know not just how I make you feel, but why. Comment on whatever you see here that sparks your imagination. Or construct a fantasy and let Me explore it with you. Together perhaps W/we can create something beautiful….and sizzling hot.

            Come, lay your mind before your Goddess. I promise I won’t hurt it. Much. Ha ha ha ha ha……

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