It is morning. Marquesa and I stroll through the magnificent halls of the Chateau, entering the picturesque dining room for a buffet breakfast. I hold Her chair for Her as She sits, slowly and elegantly. The tag on Her blouse is up! As I tuck it in, the back of my hand brushes against Her perfectly done hair.

After breakfast, we begin to stroll around the lake, as if walking in a flawless postcard. I crook my elbow, and the lovely fingers and hand of Mistress Marquesa slips into my arm. As we continue to stroll, and gaze at the lake and the mountains, a cool and crisp air moves down over the magnificent glacier across the pristine, emerald green waters of Lake Louise. Each bracing breath we take of this gentle breeze is felt to the bottom of our lungs. The entire world seems at peace here.

We stop beside a gentle mountain stream. Its soft and serene song splashes over the rocks and blends sweetly into the lapping waves of the lake upon the shore. Marquesa begins to speak softly to me. She is telling me to relax and surrender. Surrender! My glazed eyes gaze into Her eyes, and they seem as though they are windows through which to peek at the emerald lake. I focus on the sparkle in Her eyes, just as the sunlight sparkles across the trembling water. She is guiding me down with such care and compassion, that my heart swells with love for Her.

Her voice continues to take me deeper and deeper. She is telling me that this is Her place. Her lake! Lake Marquesa! I am filled with such devotion and respect. There is no resistance in me. Only trust. Trust and surrender. She continues to speak softly, enhancing my love and affection for Her.

Slowly, I become aware that I\’m no longer at the lake at all. I am in my own living room at home, gazing into a gently swaying, sparkling emerald green crystal pendant. My Mistress\’s new toy! She commands me to kneel at Her feet. Of course, I\’m so completely under Her hypnotic control that I have no thought other than to obey. This is so important to stress, that I must repeat: I have no thought other than to obey!

Her shapely, sculptured leg is sheathed in the sexiest stocking I\’ve ever seen, and the shadows flicker from the light of a scented candle. I lean down and kiss Her foot. Her voice tells me that I belong to Her. These words become a fugue in my mind, echoing and intertwining with my own answer: Yes! My hands softly caress Her calve. She tells me that I am Her property. These words join the symphony with another answer: Yes! My hands are touching Her leg, exploring Her knee, Her thigh, and then…

My body surges with desire. Amid the passion and physical excitement of this moment, Mistress Marquesa relentlessly drills deeply into my subconscious mind. Her permanent message of adoration and Her ownership is welded to my thoughts, and is so welcome and accepted there. My mind and body swim in the pleasure and music of this moment. The touch of Her skin fills me with submission. She fills me with surrender.

Somehow, I next find myself at the piano keyboard. Marquesa is seated in an antique chair, relaxing and awaiting entertainment from Her captive, naked slave. I have composed a song in Her honor, and this is its Première! The first chord sings praise to Her, and the melody that follows rejoices in love. The sounds in my hypnotized mind are not those of a piano, they are the sounds of angels, singing of Her power, Her superiority, Her femininity. As the song ends, I see that She is pleased. With the grace of a Princess, and the voice of my owner, She tells me that Her glass of Vodka D\’Orange is empty, and needs more ice cubes too. It\’s time for some servitude here! My tear-filled, wide eyes blink in astonishment at the ease at which She now controls me. I rush to freshen Her drink. No… I float!

I desire more of these memorable experiences with Mistress Marquesa. In fact, I hope that I can experience these moments for the rest of my life. Even though they will be rare, short getaways, and She and I will probably never even live in the same country; I would dedicate myself forever to this Goddess, and to Her pleasure. She does, after all, own me. Cheers!