Becoming a sex slave to the Magnificent Mistress Marquesa wasn’t for me a personal choice. It was as inevitable as the rise of the sun in the east. When I first saw Her, my fate was sealed. That’s what happened – but nothing in my background suggested that it should have been such. I was renowned for snapping my fingers and having my every wish fulfilled – quickly! I was an unparalleled computer engineer and technician, in great demand for my skill in designing, installing and repairing business computer systems. Because of my six figure income, and my good looks, I was popular – no, irresistible, to women. So when I was contracted to do a system install at MarquesaCo, I smiled to myself, reveling in my good fortune.

MARQUESACO was well known in the Los Angeles area as a business incubator. It was one of those places that offer start-up support to new businesses with weak finances. It was unusual because it only offered support to female-owned businesses. There were many stories of fledgling businesses becoming financial successes after help and guidance from their staff. I had also driven by their industrial park location a couple of times on my way to other jobs and was always amazed at the foxy good looks for the women whose office were their. I assumed that my pay would be good for the job. I would probably get a little ass form one of the girls and would get to meet the guy who set up this “chick-stable.”

When I arrived I parked my BMW (a personal affectation for a service vehicle) in a parking spot marked M-* and walked in. it was around noon and as I approached the office marked “Senior Partner” I saw a very sexy looking blond with big breast sitting behind a large oak desk. I assumed that She was the bosses secretary (good taste on his part) and that he was out to lunch. I look at Her and said “I’m in the computer expert your boss hired to upgrade your system so show me where your computers are, and by the way, sweetie, play your cards right and I’ll ball your brains out tonight when I’m done… unless of course, you’re the boss’ private reserve.”

I noticed a slight smile cross the face of the beautiful blond as She spoke. “First of all, I am no man’s private reserve. I am the Boss of this organization. It was I that sent for you and besides that, you little worm, your car is parked in my spot! I was a little taken back by Her boldness, but still figured I could turn Her head and impress this beautiful business executive. I looked at Her (I could hardly look away) and was struck by Her incredible beauty which literally took my breath away. She was of an indeterminate age, having the face and body of a woman in Her early twenties, but Her penetrating deep green eyes held “wisdom of the ages.” Her hair was a sexy blond color, falling to Her shoulders. She had high, haughty cheekbones, a flawless peaches and cream complexion and a slender sensuous neck. Her full red lips had the promise of tender, erotic power and compelling beauty. Her slender waist gave way to full hips and long luscious legs. She was dressed in a business outfit: a tight black skirt topped with a white satin blouse which barely contained Her perfectly shaped 36D breasts, which threatened to spill free. When She moved it was with the grace of a lithe jungle cat and when She looked at me, it was as if electricity flowed from Her body. She was Hot!

She moved closer. Her gaze was locked onto my eyes for a long time before She spoke: “Well my little computer geek, I think it is time for Me to explain just what your duties will be. I’m the one in charge and I’ll tell you just what you are to do. Remember at all times that I am the boss and you will do everything that I say.” I didn’t want to give up my power to this Woman but Her voice seemed to overpower me. As She spoke Her eyes captured me. “Now,” She said, ‘you may take off My shoes.” Almost in a trance, I leaned forward to remove Her shiny black six-inch heels. I was excited by the sweet combinations of scents emanating from Her feet – foot odor, perfume, sweat – Her delicious seat filled my senses. “On you knees, geekboy!” She said as She snapped Her fingers and pointed to the floor.

I fell to my knees, unable to resist Her commands. No act no matter how humiliating would have been too repulsive for me to commit by Her command. “Suck My toes, taste the nylon My feet are encased in and use your tongue to worship them. Move your tongue against the soles of My feet. Now kiss the heels. Suck on each toe. One by one put them in your mouth. Suck!”

I mustered my will to resist and removed my lips from Her foot. She wiggled Her toes and laughed a soft wicked chuckle as She spoke: “listen geek, you cant’ hold on to even the smallest shed of your precious dignity when you are near Me. When I am so close, you are absolutely nothing because I know just what kind of pervert you really are. I saw it in you eyes the minute you walked into My office and looked at Me. I have stolen your soul just by being near you. I do hope you understand you are nothing but My slave…now Kiss!”

I started kissing, licking and nibbling Her feet. Within moments I felt a total sense of relief. I was helpless under Marquesa’s feet – I was Her slave – no guilt, just surrender. My cock snapped to attention still enclosed in my trousers. It struggled to get free as I continued my urgent oral worship on Her feet. As I kneeled before Her She reached down and felt my prick with Her slender fingers, a look of bemusement on Her perfect face. “Stand before Me naked, slut slave,” She commanded. I quickly removed all my clothes to stand before my new owner naked. It was only natural that I expose all my weakness – my frailties – to Her. My cock oozed pre-cum as I awaited Her inspection.

As She walked around me She probed my body with Her hands. Sometimes gently, sometimes with stinging slaps and blows. She looked at my ass and back. She pinched and tweaked my nipples until tears welled up in my eyes, but still my hard-on grew. Finally, as She cupped my balls in Her hand and squeezed hard, I winced in pain. “Who do these belong to?” “To You my Goddess – Oh my Mistress -You are my Empress.” I sobbed, so captured by the emotion of Her presence I could not control my body or my mind. “Good boy,” She purred as She attached a black leather dog collar around my neck. It was a manifestation of my complete serfdom and I wore it proudly. “now on your knees and follow Me,” She whispered hotly in my ear. I was expecting an even more exciting sexual liaison with the Magnificent One. I had surrendered to Her and suffered punishment from Her hands and now I fully expected a reward. I crawled – collared and leashed – staring only at the still black-skirted ass of my Mistress as it slowly swayed before my eyes. I must have been transfixed by Her ass because before I knew it I was surrounded by six other Women, laughing and pointing at me in my naked and submissive state. We wee in a conference room, the central point being a large oak table surrounded by seven plush chairs. Mistress Marquesa took Her place at the head of the table and each of the Women took He place at the other chairs. I was ordered to get on the table and be on all fours, like the puppy dog I had so quickly become. I obeyed.

The Mistress spoke, “Now let’s talk about the rest of your duties. My tenants here at MarquesaCo are each starting businesses and I have provided office space, the phones, computers and staff to support their ventures. I will help support these companies as they start and will share in their financial success as they grow and prosper. Already I have chosen, and subjugated, a loyal male clerical and secretarial staff and you will become our computer expert. You will receive no salary but MarquesaCo will provide you a place to live with you food and other needs. Do your understand?”

I nodded, knowing I could not resist commands form the most Beautiful and Erotic Woman I had ever seen. To serve Her as an honor. “now, slut, look at your new Mistresses as I introduce Them.” My gaze shifted from one to the other as Mistress Marquesa introduced the Woman to me. Each was stunning and exuded sexuality in a different way. I was lost in their sensual aura. Mistress Marquesa’s voice penetrated my stupor as I heard Her speak: “you will kneel before each of these Goddesses and grovel. I command you to lick and spit-polish their shoes. Tongue the leather and I may even reward you by allowing you to kiss the pussy of one of these Sensual Mistresses, providing you become a sufficiently compliant submissive slave – one sufficiently capable of arousing our deepest sadistic passions!” I was shocked! Was She going to give me away to one of these other Women? I was Marquesa’s slave. I loved only Her. I was obeying Her humiliating commands so that I might touch Her perfect body – so that I might be Hers. She must have sensed my resistance because I heard Her command to look at Her before I could react to Her order to serve the others. I looked up at Her. “Still trying to resist slave boy? I can stop that! Look into My eyes….now…deeper…don’t look away…look ….all resistance is flowing from you mind. Your will to resist is flowing from your mind. Your will to resist is leaving you. Obey Obey. You must obey!” Her hypnotic, piercing eyes held mine. Her voice was the only thing I could hear. It was as if only She and I existed. “I could whip you into submission and perhaps one of My minions will, but I wish to deepen your slavery by the use of hypnosis. Even though you know I am capturing you mind you can’t resist. You can’t resist My power!” And I couldn’t. Her voice penetrated my soul. Her emerald eyes held me as if they were magnets and mine iron. I was becoming Her hypnotic toy. I couldn’t resist.

“Now My little slave boy, I want you to repeat after Me as I speak. Say “I am nothing but a slave to the Mistress. I will obey Her every command.” “I will obey Her every command,” I heard myself repeating. “Look into My eyes and repeat slave boy. Worship Me and repeat My commands: ‘I will do whatever The Mistress says, even if it is with another Woman…or Man!” I repeated the command as I nodded in agreement. I was fully under Her spell. “Now, My hypnotized slut boy, turn and face the other Goddesses you will serve.” I slowly turned to them.

Leesa, a lawyer, was a tall voluptuous redhead dressed in tight leather pants with a silk shirt unbuttoned almost to the waist to show off Her large luscious tits.

Gloria, a construction manager, was a beautiful African-American nearly six feet tall, and wore a short black mini-dress.

Kia, an accountant, was petite and looked Asian. She wore a white T-shirt, denim shorts and a headband.

Rachel, the mechanic, was a Latina with long, lustrous black hair cascading down Her back. She smiled cruelly as She rubbed Her erect nipples through Her multi-colored silk blouse. She pulled the blouse from Her skirt as She stared at me and my huge appreciative cock exposed naked before Her.

Julie, a wild-looking blond was a private detective and smiled as She enjoyed my situation.

The last Domina, Marcia, a brunette with short, close cropped hair shouted at me: “you’ve been a bad boy, The Marquesa has told us so. Obviously you must pay for your naughtiness. Put your butt in the air and kneel before your Mistresses.” I followed Her orders, thrusting my ass into the air. She started hitting me with some sort of leather crop. “Whack whack!” The blows started raining on me from all sides. These sexy sensual women had become cruel inflictors of pain. Each had a whip and each in turn struck my exposed ass. Kia reached between my legs and began milking my hard-on. The pleasure and pain mixed until I could not tell one from the other. Finally She tired of the torment and pushed me over onto my back.

Gloria hiked Her short black dress up to Her waist exposing He shaved black cunt. Then She straddled my face with Her ass facing my head and roughly rubbed Her butt all over my mouth. She leaned forward so my body was exposed to Her to do with as She wished. At first lightly and then harder She slapped my erect cock from side to side. Slavishly I probed Her asshole with my tongue. She rode me like a horse, all the time inflaming my cock with Her stinging slaps while jockeying Her ass across my mouth until foam covered my lips and Her round ass. “lick Me, harder, harder, yes…yes…yes!’ She rode my tongue to a shuddering orgasm as I felt Her leg muscles contract involuntarily . She got off, looked down at me and laughed an evil laugh that sent chills – and strange thrills of excitement – throughout my body.

“Turn over slut,” commanded Mistress Julie. I obeyed quickly as the lovely, tanned detective pulled both my hands toward Her sandaled feet. “rub these,” She ordered. I massaged, then kissed Her feet, unwrapping the straps of Her white Greek shoes. My still-erect cock danced as I groveled before the sexy detective. I must have slowed because the next thing I knew I felt one of the tools of Her trade, a pair of handcuffs, snapped to my wrists.

Almost with sympathy She whispered, “you’ll do better next time slave,” and pulled away Her feet.

Marcia and Leesa took their places on the table on either side of me. I was afraid. I had no control over what was happening with my body or with my will. I wanted these Women to dominate me. It was right. It was the normal order of things. The Marquesa ha told me so and I felt compelled to believe everything the Marquesa said. Marcia and Leesa used their now bare feet to rub and kick me while I lay on my back – helpless and handcuffed. Marcia thrust Her sweaty toes into my mouth, first swaying them under my nose so I could smell their pungent aroma. At first I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the smell – but the more I licked, kissed and sucked, a change came over me. My body began to squirm and I heard a low moan, suddenly realizing the moan was coming from my sucking lips. As I sucked it was almost as if I were sinking into a pool of water, being pulled down in a whirlpool. I knew I could never escape if the water pulled me under but I was powerless to resist. I sucked and sucked…sinking deeper and deeper under the influence of the Women of MarquesaCo.

Leesa used Her toes to trace the edges of my throbbing cock, at first gently, with an insistent teasing effect that my hard dick – and I – found to be totally irresistible! Marcia’s voice drifted to me from somewhere far away: “Sniff My toes slave boy, tell Me how much you love My pretty feet.” I tried to shout my adoration but Her toes remained firmly in my mouth.. “Mump, mump,” I responded.

The pressure form Leesa’s toes became faster and more insistent. I moaned and squirmed, helpless to fight their power over me. She rubbed harder and faster, the friction form Her feet enlarged my already engorged prick. I balled my handcuffed hands into fists so hard that blood came from my palms as my fingernails dug in. Leesa’s voice, clear and bell-like, penetrated my lust and submission-filled mind: “When I count five, slave boy, give yourself over. Cum for Me. Cum for Us.” “One…your are Our property. To do with as We please. Two…you can’t resist, you don’t want to resist. Three…your most fervent desire is to serve the Mistresses of MarquesaCo. Four…tell Us …tell Us …five!” With Her saying the number I erupted in a geyser of cum. I shouted “I belong to Your all I am Your slave.” And fainted. When I recovered I was alone in the conference room, but there was a written set of orders as to how I should arrange to sell all my property and come and live in the basement of MarquesaCo. I knew I would follow the orders to the letter. I was now a slave to MarquesaCo. My mind had been hypnotized and controlled my emotion had been captured by the Marquesa. I truly loved Her and wanted to serve Her. The Women of MarquesaCo had overcome me physically and mentally. I had no choice but to become their slave.

Why? I was deliriously happy in the secure knowledge that as long as I could hold their interest and be of some value to them, I could enjoy their wonderfully therapeutic, cruelly sadistic practices endlessly, with no rest – even if that meant only a few precious months…or days!