To the gentle, rhythmic stimulus of Her subject’s hand in Her lap, Marquesa’s body reflexively begins to respond.  Contracting gently, Her pelvis begins to move in synchrony with his ministrations, so naturally that this movement happens at the very edge of Her sensory awareness — if She senses it at all — and Her body from Her kneecaps up to Her navel begins to move in and out in the same rhythm.  Certainly, Marquesa has placed Herself a mood that is most receptive for dessert.  Having set the stage to Her satisfaction, She picks up Her dessert spoon, breaks off a modest chunk of meringue from a larger one floating in the custard, gathers a bit of the liquid and places it in Her mouth.  The result is an explosion of taste —  sweet, rich, utterly delicious, and far better, even, than She had expected.  Much more than a mere dessert, the floating island proves to be an elixir, a dessert drug that instantly transports Her into another state of consciousness.  Just how much of Her bliss is due to Her dessert and how much is caused by the ministrations of Her subject is a question far beyond our ability to answer.  In any event, Marquesa mellows out so completely that it proves a real challenge for Her just to reach out and sample another bite of Her merengue.  She has entered that special zone — the zone of of total bliss — into which she guides Her advanced subjects, but which often remains just outside Her grasp.  Until now!   But then, as with a second sip of wine, She must have a second mouthful.  This renews the taste sensation and seems to impact Her more than the first bite.  The cumulative impact of each mouthful is impressive, sending Her deeper into Her blissful state.  And so, slowly but surely, Marquesa savors Her way through dessert, Her body producing great numbers of endorphins — and remember, Our Lady is the ultimate endorphin chaser.  As Marquesa completes Her dessert course, Her eyes slowly close and Her eyeballs roll up in Her head, the ultimate physiological indicator of deepest trance.  In this special, happy zen state, She now rests, though Her subject continues to gently stimulate Her pussy.  Why?  Because She hasn’t commanded otherwise — and at this point, why should She? — and so, totally, completely blissed out, here She sits.

In Her present state, time seems without a beginning or an end; it is both endless and immeasurable.  An indeterminate span passes — ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes — during which Marquesa is truly in Her special space.  Her rapture continues until the jingling of heavy silverware being reset at the nearby table where the young couple sat earlier, unkindly interrupts Her bliss.  Returning — slowly — to the present, Marquesa removes the hand of Her subject from Her lap, giving him his first tactile command.  She gently places the fingers that had so pleasured Her into his mouth, telepathically commanding him, “LICK!!  LICK YOURSELF CLEAN! AND..SAVOR THE TASTE! OF YOUR DINNER PARTNER..AS YOU’VE NEVER DONE BEFORE.”  Slowly at first, then more animatedly and with evident relish, he licks his fingers clean of Her juices.  “Veerrry Goood!!!”  She transmits.  “YOU HAVE PLEASED MEE — PLEASED MEE IN SO MANY WAYS — PLEASED MEE MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW.  AND NOWW EYYE CHOOSE TO THANK YOU IN MYYY SPECIAL WAY.”   With that, Marquesa dips the fingers of both rubber-covered hands back in the olive oil, reaches down and grabs Her subject’s cock and balls, and begins to tease and massage them as only She can.  In no time at all She has him hard as a rock and on the verge of release.

But She’s not about to get him off, not quite yet.  Choosing to remind him that he remains *Completely in Her Power*, She transmits, “IN A MOMENT EYYE WILL COUNT TO THREE!, AND WHEM MYY COUNT REACHES THREE!..YOU WILL CLIMAX!! — YOU WILL CLIMAX..FOR MEEEE!!…That’s Right!!…WHEN MYY COUNT REACHES THREE!..YOU WILL..CLIMAX!! — CLIMAX!..FOR MEEE!! — AND YOU WILL EXPERIENCE THIS CLIMAX AS THE BEST — THE MOST SATISFYING — THE MOST PLEASURABLE — THE MOST EROTIC — THE MOST EXCITING — THE MOST EARTH-SHAKING — THE MOST INTENSE — THE LONGEST LASTING — THE MOST EUPHORIC AND ECSTATIC SEXXX!ual RELEAASE YOU’VE EVER HAD.…Yeeesss!!!”  While She is transmitting these commands, Marquesa works his cock and balls as only she can, and She can feel — literally feel — him ready to explode in Her hands. “…AND NOW THE COUNT IS..ONE!…AND YOU..FEEEL! — FEEEL! — YOUR CLIMAX BUILDING — BUILDING INSIDE YOU...AND THE COUNT IS NOW..TWO! — TWO! — HALFWAY THERE — YOU Ree-MEMMM!-berr  [At this point, She gives his balls a tight squeeze to reinforce his memory] ..YOU WILL CLIMAXX!! — YOU WILL CLIMAXX FOR MEEEE!! — ON THE COUNT OF..THREE!!….Yeeesss!!!…ON THE COUNT OF..THREE!..YOUR COCK WILL EXPLODE..FOR MEEE!! — BUT YOU’RE NOT THERE YET…Nooooo!!...THE COUNT IS NOW..TWO-AND-A-HALF — ALLL-MOST THERE — ALLL-MOST THERE — BUT NOT QUITE!!…YOU CAN HARDLY WAIT!…BUT..YOU..WILL WAIT!!…YOU WILL WAIT!!..BECAUSE..EYYE COMMAND YOU..TO WAIT!! — AND EYYE CONTROL YOU — EYYE CONTROL YOU..COMPLEETELY — COMPLEETELY — AND SO..YOU WlLL RELEASE *OWNLY* WHEN EYYE COMMAND YOU TO DO SO…AND WHEN YOU RELEASE..YOU WILL MAKE NO NOISE!! — NO OUTCRY!…YOU WILL..REMAIN COMPLETELY SILENT!!…AND YOU WILL..NOD TO SHOW YOU..UNDERSTAND!...Won’t  you??...[An answering nod]...Veeerrry Goood!!!”  As She sends him these thoughts, She grabs the base of the sac covering his semen-swollen balls and gives it a good, strong squeeze, just to remind him that She remains in charge, Completely in charge.

Through this last squeeze, Marquesa senses Her subject is ready for release.  She can feel him aching — literally aching — not just to climax but to explode.  Hastily, She grabs his almost empty whiskey glass and deftly aims his cock into it.  “AND NOWWWW!!….NOOOW!..THE COUNT IS…THREE!! — THREE!! — CUM!! — CUM FOR MEEE!! — PLEASE MEEE!!.”   Her somnolent subject doesn’t let Her down, producing — exactly as She commanded — a geyser of semen, along with a stifled gasp that, despite Marquesa’s command, escapes his lips yet which She doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeeessss!!!…Yeeessss!!!” She encourages him,“Keep Gooinng!!!…Veeerrrry Gooood!!”  As She commands him to climax, to bring forth the best he has to offer, Her face takes on a cruel smile — a ruthless, malevolent, almost vicious look, fully reflecting Her love — Her LUST — for Power, for the Dominant Total Control She holds not only over Her subject, but over all men who come to Her.  Despite knowing him to be totally, completely in Her Power, She still focuses on him intently.  From Her years of experience, She knows exactly how and when his body will respond to Her cues and commands, and yet, despite advance knowledge of what is to come, She’s like a child awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus:  She can barely stand the wait.  Her lips part in anticipation, Her tongue almost thrusting out of Her mouth, Her breath shallow and panting, Her nipples pointed and hard, Her breasts and pussy lips swollen — again! — and Her pussy once more drips like a leaky faucet.  As She regards Her prey, Her cruel smile on Her face, She never looked more Powerful or more SEXX!y.  This is Her moment and She knows it.   As many times as She has guided a first-time subject to release, doing so remains the one outcome She never tires of.  This is what She lives for.  His subjugation, coming completely by stealth, without Her uttering a single word to him, Her sumptuous meal, the SEXXX!ual enjoyment — all have contributed to a soiree that has far, far exceeded Her expectations, and his release not only punctuates the evening, but it also marks a high point in Her life, the point at which Her powers, Her extraordinary psychological skills, Her SEXXX!ual acumen — all have come together in Her prey’s one smashing climax.

Deftly holding his cock with one hand, Marquesa directs his seminal output into his whiskey glass, where it mixes with the dregs of his cocktail.  Despite the intensity of his initial seminal outburst, She succeeds in capturing most of it, a testimony to Her skill and experience.   As his geyser begins to peter out, She expertly massages and strokes him, rubbing behind his balls, then gently squeezing each one, then pumping his cock, milking it, emptying into the glass every last drop She can coax out of him.  As She works his cock, Her smile grows more malevolent, more sadistic.   She paces Her subject, “Jussst FEEEL!..THE PURRE PLEASURE!!…Jussst ALLOW!..THE WONNDERFUL SENSATION OF YOUR CLIMAX TO LINNGERR…AND..FEEEL NOOOWW..THE **KISSS** OF MYYY FINGGERRS ON THE COCK AND BALLS…IT FEEELS..Sooooooo Gooood!!!…Yeeessss!!!…Jussst FEEEL..THE *KISSS* OF MYYY FINGERS AND..ALLOW THAT *KISSS* TO BRING BACK THE SENSATION OF YOUR CLIMAX…Yeeessss!!!…WITH THE *KISSS* OF MYY FINGERS YOU RELIVE YOUR CLIMAX — YOU ONCE MORE..FEEEL YOURSELF CLIMAXXX!-ING — CLIMAXXX!-ING OVER AND OVER!!…NOOWW LOSING YOURSELF — COMPLEETELY LOSING YOURSELF — IN PURE ECSTASY…GOING DEEPER — PROGRESSIVELY DEEEPER — INTO THIS ECSTASY…UNTIL NOW..YOU’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT…FEELING YOURSELF..Jusssst SUCCUMB!! TO SENNSUAL BLISS…SINKING DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO SENNSUAL BLISS…INTO THE SENNSUAL BLISS EYYE — AND..*OWNLY EYYE* — CAN TAKE YOU — SUCCUMB!! MORE DEEPLY STILL..INTO THE POWWERR OF..MYYY BLISS — INNTO MYYY POWWERR — COMPLETELY INTO MYY POWWERR.”   His facial expression and body language tell Her far more eloquently than he can that he is in Seventh Heaven, fully enjoying his climax and its aftermath, just as She has commanded.  Veerrry Goood!!  As She transports him to Shangri-la and into Her bizarre Special Power — and drains him of the last of his seed, Her most sadistic, SEXX!y smile adorns Her face, and Her pussy is aflame with the most intense desire. “YOU LOVE THIS!…YOU NEEED THIS!…IT Jussst FEEELS..Sooooo  Gooood!!!!…YOU CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS!…YOU WANT THIS TO GO ON FOREVER!…WITH THE *KISSS* OF MYY FINGERS YOU..FEEEL YOURSELF..CLIMAXX!ing!!..AGAIN AND AGAIN!!…AND EACH SUCCESSIVE CLIMAXX..FEEELS A LITTLE LESS INTENSE…Yeeessss!!!…EACH CLIMAX FEELING LESS AND LESS INTENSE AND..FEEELING MORE AND MORE..TIRED..MORE AND MORE..Ree-LAXXX!ed..UNTIL..YOU Jussst..DRIFFFT OFF! — DRIFFFT OFF!!..INTO A DEEP..DEEEP SLEEEP!!!…AND THERE YOU WILL REMAIN!..UNTIL EYYE AROUSE YOU…Yeeessss!!!”

With Her subject now overcome in rapturous intoxication and drained both clinically and as thoroughly as She can drain him, Marquesa places his cum-filled glass on the table.  Now finding Herself as aroused as he was prior to his climax, She needs — desperately needs — Her own SEXXX!ual release — which explains why She just dispatched Her subject off to Dreamland.   Yes, She needs — She craves — a release of Her own.  This event has simply been much too good, far too satisfying, to let pass without letting Herself sharing in it much more fully.  Responding to Her most basic need, She pauses and proceeds to service Herself SEXXX!ually — efficiently, quietly, but most proficiently.

All good things ‘come’ to an end, and so does this one.  After her self-induced climax, Marquesa generously gives Herself — along with Her subject — ample time to savor and descend from Her high.  For both of them, the afterglow takes several minutes to fade.  But now the time has come to finish up.  She is not given to excessive sentimentality, especially over Her male conquests.  After a man has come under Her control — has cum in obedience to Her command — his status changes. To Her, he becomes just another commodity, transformed from a hunting trophy into a trinket in Her extensive jewel box, to be kept under wraps until She feels the need for whatever gifts he can offer.  For Her dinner companion, this is the transformation point at which She has now arrived.  And so, challenging, interesting, intoxicating and triumphant though their dinner — Her dinner — has been, She’s had Her fill for the evening;  She has captured and used Her subject, and She is ready to discard him — for now.