Dearest, Most Divine and Irresistible Goddess,
i composed a story as a gift for Your upcoming birthday, and submitted it on Your site. As usual, i found embarrassing errors on reading it over. An improved and corrected draft is copied below and attached to this message. i hope that plans for the celebration of Your birthday proceed apace, and that this message finds You blissfully content, despite the many trying experiences that You have endured in recent months.
Yours adoringly,
pawnofYours
The Birthday Gift
*A story in anticipation of Goddess Marquesa’s Birthday on July 1
Goddess Marquesa looked at the young woman seated cross-legged across from her, lounging in one of the plush chairs in the Goddess’s parlor as if she owned it. The guest’s chestnut-auburn hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, she wore a tight-fitting red satin dress, cut low to emphasize her ample breasts and short to expose her long, shapely legs. One black stiletto heel dangled from her right foot as she allowed her calf to bob lazily from her knee, as if determined to project unself-conscious ease. Read more…
It’s really hard to review one of Krystal’s files because many times she takes you so deep into hypnosis that you don’t remember what happened. When I was about seven years old I saw a TV show called “Rocky Jones, Space Ranger.” In one episode a boy about my age was kidnapped and hypnotized by the sexy, female ruler of a rival planet. At first he tried to resist, but eventually his will weakened and he fell under her complete hypnotic control. I was as aroused as a pre-pubescent boy could be. So after decades as a “hypnofetishist” I came across Krystal’s alter ego “Goddess Marquesa.” I was so excited and quickly ordered her audio file titled “Hypnotic Surrender” and spent many hours doing just that. The only thing that could be better was to surrender to her in person. I made contact and we set up an appointment to meet. I don’t want to spoil the experience for others but let’s just say that that session was more than I could have ever imagined. But how do follow a live session? I purchased dozens of her files and enjoyed listening to them all but then she suggested something called, “Surrender to Sleep.” My goal has always been to be taken as deeply into hypnosis as possible and this did just that. It’s a long file; almost an hour and you simply float along on the sound of her hypnotic voice. Once again I don’t want to spoil the experience but at the end she does something to you that proves she is one of the most powerful erotic hypnotists in the world. If you long to go deep into hypnosis with a beautiful, sensuous hypnotist then you can’t go wrong with “Surrender to Sleep.”
It is very difficult to find language extreme enough to describe the delirious pleasure of “Eternal Love Spell”. The basic structure of the trance is very straightforward: Goddess Marquesa talks you into a state of deep relaxation and receptivity, at which point She begins to mold and fashion your internal emotions, compelling you to love and adore Her intensely and eternally. The power of the trance is enhanced by the ingenious and inspired auditory and visual elements of the file. The scene opens on a view of the Goddess seated at Her computer, wearing black silk lingerie. She turns to face the camera and you are immediately enthralled by the sight of Her magnificent body. Her assertion that you will be unable to resist staring at Her is almost superfluous (“almost” because, of course, the very sound of Her velvet voice stating the obvious is sensually gratifying at a deeply visceral level), as your eyes are drawn inexorably to the graceful curves of Her shoulders, the elegant contours of Her arms, the enchanting lines of Her hands, the delectable slope of Her thighs, the exquisite pursing of Her lips, and the gorgeous sweep of Her divinely luscious breasts. As She begins to massage Her breasts with a slow, rhythmic motion your cock will almost certainly become painfully rigid, compelling you to stroke yourself before She gives the command to masturbate.
Fletcher looked at the tape held in his hands, an old VHS cassette, marked: “Marquesa- Session 1.” Dr. Gomez, his supervisor, had expressly warned him that this material was off limits in general, much less to junior residents. Fletcher had only been working at the Kleinman Center for the Study of Human Sexuality for two weeks. He had learned of the existence of the tapes just three days ago. But since then the curiosity had been building inside him uncontrollably. 
