Monster Mash
A Halloween story based on Goddess Marquesa’s past and future exploits
“Why do we need professional help?” I asked as we approached the store. The sign over the door read “Maison Fantastique” in bold crimson letters on an amber background.
“Because W/we need to match perfectly,” she replied, without turning to face me. I held the door open for her and she breezed into the boutique regally, explaining, “I want to win tonight’s costume contest at the BDSM Halloween Ball.”
The maitre d’ leads a young couple to a nearby table. Her glance drawn instinctively to movement, Marquesa casually follows their progress. By the looks of them, She guesses, Married. His dress seems a bit too shabby to come here often, so he’s taking her to dinner?…Celebrating something, perhaps? — a salary increase, an anniversary, her birthday?…Nice enough but Boring.
Swiftly tiring of them, Her glance swings back to the bar, and, suddenly, Her pulse quickens and Her eyes narrow. Moving to an unoccupied high table off to one side of the bar is a youngish man, in his early to mid-30’s…at first glance, very good looking. She watches him intently as he moves from the bar to a table under an overhead light, a fresh drink in hand, Scotch, by the loom of it. During the few seconds in which he seats himself, he unknowingly presents Her with a clear view of his face, and instantly, She likes what She sees: Trim, tallish — maybe 6’2″, well dressed — much better dressed than the fellow just seated — sandy haired, handsome and knows it, moves with the easy self-assurance of an alpha male.
Why are you so drawn to Me, pet? You might think it is because of some lifelong fantasy of yours, or some special kink or fetish. Perhaps you are submissive…you have always dreamed of being dominated by a Powerful Woman. Perhaps you are turned on by the idea of being hypnotized.
I of course love all kinds of kink, and enjoy all sorts of fetish play. I am also intensely Alluring in so many very Sexy ways. If you have a fantasy, you surely can picture Me as the star of it.
But I am too unique and Powerful to be contained or defined by anyone else’s fantasies. Your kink might be what moved you to search for Me, but it is not what will drive you to your knees before My altar. It is not you, it is Me. I am the one making you feel the way you do. My Energy. My Spirit. My Mind. Me.
I could see this the other day when I had My slave blondie bring his friend to meet Me. This friend had become curious about Me from blondie’s stories of Me, and you might think that his having heard of Me second hand meant that his own imagination is what motivated him, but you would be wrong.
My Energy reached out to him through blondie: the way blondie moans when he thinks about Me’ the way his mouth goes dry and his voice cracks when he speaks of Me, the bulge that appears in blondie’s pants so many dozens of times a day as his body worships Me spontaneously. All these things worked on blondie’s friend until he had to meet Me.
blondie brought his friend over so that he could watch me inspect the marks I had made on My pet during O/our last playtime. As I traced the welts and bruises on blondie’s beautiful body with My long fingers and cooed softly to him, assuring him that he was a good pet and that Mistress was very pleased with him, I could see blondie’s friend begin to crumble. By the time I told blondie to put his clothes back on, his friend was deeply in trance. From now on he will feel what I program him to feel.
It’s not you, it’s Me. You know it is true, pet. If you need any more proof, the way you feel right now after reading this should be enough. I am deep in your head, penetrating…thrusting. Filling your mind and soul with My sticky-hot Dominance… and you love it. There’s nothing to fear. Let yourself enjoy it. Call Me, and I will be very happy to explore what I might do with you….ha ha ha ha ha!!!
