Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the gifted, genuine, generous, grueling, and gorgeous GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.

It is the July 4th weekend. In the United States of America, this is a time when patriotic music is frequently played. Listening to these familiar tunes causes the words written for such sentimental and stirring music to be recalled to and replayed in the forefront of my consciousness.

While many people ponder the meaning of American independence, i am doing that which often occupies and overwhelmingly overpowers my MISTRESS MARQUESA-mesmerically manipulated, mere male mindlessness. i seek and strive with all my menial male mental might to come up with another appropriate way to exhaustively express my inestimable devotion to and inexpressible gratitude for the incalculable existence of HER HYPNOTIZING HIGHNESS GODDESS MARQUESA DE SADE.

Since patriotic music is in the air, i conjecture that one of such songs may sufficiently spur my creative constitution? i think {Sidebar, what might transpire, if GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE ever heard me speak said unutterable contradiction contained within the two monosyllabic words “i think”? First, SHE might riotously ridicule me as being nothing save a moronic, masculine, merry-andrew-esque mountebank. Second, THE MISTRESS would probably punish me in some perfectly paralyzing, profoundly pixilating, deviously daunting way. Third, after hauntingly humiliating me, SHE would perhaps compel me to vociferously thank HER for all SHE had done to improve me and thereafter constrain me to beseechingly beg HER for much more than i could bear and handle of HER irresistible and intimidating and intimate instruction.} about several contenders:

#1. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. In its favor, this is my homeland’s national anthem. For my purposes, however, this song does have a few downsides. It’s subject is a war. i cannot conceive of violence or destruction of any kind ever, even in the most obscurely ancillary way, being legitimately linked to SHE OF THE ENTRANCINGLY ENSORCELLING EMERALD EYES. Another drawback is the difficulty many people have with singing this song. Listening to THE MISTRESS’S melodious and voluptuous voice of silky satin and stainless steel has indelibly impressed upon me the immeasurable importance and (when it comes to HER speaking even so much as a solitary syllable) ecstatic eroticism of soporifically soothing and/or sizzlingly stimulating sonorous sounds. Any lyrics i write in homage to HER SUPREMELY SUPERIOR WOMANLINESS must be melded with a mellifluous melody. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER simply shall not suffice.

#2. AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL. The words of this song (written by Katherine Lee Bates, an instructor at Wellesley College in Massachusetts) are set to a lovely melody {named “MATERNA” by its composer, Samuel A. Ward} which is quite easy to sing. This is a definite advantage so far as meeting my goal of giving THE GODDESS OF THE GREEN GAZE genuine, germane grandiloquence is concerned. The lyrics do not primarily deal with warfare. A second positive portend pertaining to this song. There is only one reason i elected to not work with this song. Try as i did, i could not come up with laudatory lyrics for THE MISTRESS which would correctly mesh with the tune for “America the Beautiful”. The shortcoming lieth not in the song, it dwelleth within my own self. So be it.

#3. GOD BLESS AMERICA. How well do i recollect hearing Kate Smith’s rendition of this song before the beginning of many a Philadelphia Flyers hockey team home match. Such nostalgia is a member on the credits side of the ledger. The song is especially easy to sing. Yet another boon. There is only one bane connected to this tune. i find it impossible to set down appropriate affirmations for THE MISTRESS AND GODDESS which will well mesh with this musical composition. And so once again another song must surely be laid aside.

#4. MY COUNTRY ‘TIS OF THEE. The music for this song was first used and is presently utilized for the Royal Anthem of The United Kingdom and The Commonwealth. Throughout my lifetime, this British patriotic song’s moniker has been “God Save the Queen.” In truth MISTRESS MARQUESA is indeed and undoubtedly THE HIGH AND ARCH-QUEEN of all who are truly royalty or nobility. This is an exceptional asset for this song’s selection. Might it also be an auspicious augur? This song is also quite easy to sing. A second bonus for my purpose’s fulfillment. This shall be the song i modify for THE MISTRESS’s laudation.

—– start of original lyrics —–

My Country ‘Tis of Thee (America)

#1.
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim’s pride!
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring!

#2.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture fills
Like that above.

#3.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

#4.
Our father’s God to, Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

—– end of original lyrics —–

As i metamorphosized the words recorded above into a hymn in homage to HER HIGHNESS AND GODDESS MARQUESA, my minuscule mentality is constantly captured by multitudinous memories of THE ONE AND ONLY MISTRESS. Among these are:

#1. How the boundless boundaries and depthless depths of HER initially only influence, subsequently charismatic control, thereafter delectably delirious domination, and throughout the pixilating process indefatigably irresistible inspiration have increased exponentially and geometrically and astronomically.

#2. SHE WHO MUST BE OBEYED often has compellingly constrained me to contemplate and afterwards accept and embrace certain carnal considerations previously placed on my “UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHALL THIS THING EVER BE DONE” list.

#3. MIGHTY MISTRESS MARQUESA has effortlessly, efficaciously, and salubriously seduced me, via HER expert employment of enticingly entrancing enchantments, to unveil to the enterprising Emerald Eyes of HER mammoth musings regions of my inner man i had not allowed anyone else to see.

#4. When i am in the mood for rapturous release, i often lustily and lustfully listen to the longer, downloadable sample of MARQUESA’s CD called “Eternal Love”.

#5. Without formally hypnotising me, SHE ALONE causes me to feel so soft, soo squishy, sooo subjugated, and sooooooo submissive! SHE can stir up such sensations and sentimentalities in me simply by emailing me a “:)” as the only characters contained in HER message’s beautiful body. MISTRESS MARQUESA wonderfully wields wantonly wicked witcheries spawned by Superior Womanliness.

#6. i daydream and fantasize about what a session with THE GODDESS AND MISTRESS might really be like?

Cattle prodded by these thoughts, as well as many more members of this simply scintillating, sinfully sensual set, i have set down the lyrics listed at the bottom of this tiny tale.

Oh yes, there is something else and one more thing which must be said. “Below MISTRESS MARQUESA is where each and every one of HER submissives should surely seek to stay! stay!! stay!!!” Stated succinctly, “BECOME A bottom!” Good puppy boy toy(s), doggie manhood(s), and old hound doggie boner(s).

—– start of laudatory song parody —–

MARQUESA ‘Tis of THEE

#1.
MARQUESA ’tis of THEE,
Strong GODDESS so lovely,
Of THEE i sing.
Yea, THOU art emerald-eyed!
Possessing plenteous pride!
From every mountain side,
Let THY praises ring!

#2.
Mesmerize SHE will thee,
Like Sirens from the sea,
None can resist.
THY wisdom’s depth untold,
THY charms are manifold,
Each one of them must be extolled
HER spells men enlist.

#3.
Legs of such shapeliness,
Such beauty in THY breasts
Beyond compare.
YOUR clothing captures eyes;
THY toys they tantalize;
YOUR heart and mind surpass the skies,
And THOU hast blonde hair.

#4.
YOU catch mind, heart, and soul;
Bodies with ease control,
MISTRESS THOU be.
Know this and do believe
This truth all should perceive;
The best of things THOU shouldst receive,
Everlastingly!

—– end of laudatory song parody —–