Not long ago a hypno fan of Mine (by the name of warren) pleaded with Me to fly to New York. He moaned…. “Meet with me in the Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel, Goddess Marquesa.”
His exact words were – “Please Mistress, just give me one hour of your time. I need to speak with you about these dreams, no….these nightmares, NO…these dreams I have been having. Perhaps they have something to do with My listening to your erotic recordings! Read more…
Monica was beautiful—all blond hair, full lips, round and lush breasts, voluptuous hips. Long, lean tanned legs finished the picture. Her eyes were a deep blue and her complexion was clear and fair. She was dressed in a short black skirt, white silk blouse and very-high-heeled black patent leather pumps enveloped her lovely, erotic feet. She wore small simple gold earrings and a matching gold chain as jewelry—but suspended from the delicate chain was a large, multifaceted aquamarine crystal which matched her lovely eyes. Read more…
The evening before the 9th Annual Symposium included, as always, a cocktail party for Mistresses, Goddesses, and dominant Women to mingle, share some experiences, renew acquaintances, and, of course, flaunt their beauty and power. For there exists, in such Women, a great deal of vanity and pride. In fact, years ago, it became accepted practice for a Mistress to declare Her supremacy over other Mistresses at this event. Such challenges usually led to a sort of battle. Often, choice slaves were used as pawns in such conflicts, since the true measure of a Diva’s power is reflected in Her slave. Read more…
It was not as if She was looking at him but She was looking into him! he tried to avert his gaze, thinking that if he could just avoid making direct eye contact with Her, he could avoid the helpless feeling washing over his mind. But, he found he couldn’t. Knowing himself, he knew all his will to resist Her was draining from his body. Only minutes before he felt he was in control, but now as She spoke, his insolence was gone. his chauvinistic attitude had deserted him. It was as if She spoke with Her eyes as well as Her voice. Her voice of honey and silk was the only thing he could hear. he could see nothing but the deepest, most intense, most compelling, flashing emerald green eyes in the world. Her eyes! Read more…
It had only been two days since paul’s submission to Goddess Marquesa’s evening of wrestling entertainment for the pleasure of Herself and Her many subjects. Marquesa was not about to delay in furthering Her control and dominance over paul and ensuring that the effects of Her subjugation would be deep-seated and permanent.
On this evening Marquesa commanded paul’s presence at a small get-together of only Herself, Her female attorney friend, and the ex-college wrestler and his valet, a very muscular and knockout brunette female bodybuilder-wrestler. This evening, as explained and commanded by the Marquesa, would be a preparation, orientation, and conditioning for paul….to further his unconditional acceptance of his new role as the Goddess’ cum slut, and to establish an understanding by paul of his future duties, requirements, and responsibilities. Read more…
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