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.

Oooo!  How I love alpha males, to expose them to MYYY POWER.   I delight in bringing them under MYYY Control…Yeeesss!!!…The stronger the alpha, the easier and quicker they succumb, and the more I enjoy making them Mine.   Type A alphas give Me the most pleasure, because I can’t wait to make them come to heel and render them into quivering blobs of peanut butter and jelly.

From that brief look at his face, She senses him to be mentally sharp, which for Her is a plus;  Marquesa has little patience with, and no time for, dunces.  She hadn’t seen him enter the bar; probably, he came in while She watched the married couple being seated.  The object of He attention settles himself down with his drink, from which he takes a good pull before he looks up, his glance moving from the bar and traversing the as yet skimpy barroom crowd.

Smiling to Herself, Marquesa knows that he, too, is intently looking over the patrons, seeking the right lady to talk to.  Takes one to know one, She muses to Herself.  Owing to Her corner being quite a bit darker than the bar, he probably couldn’t see Her anyway, and then, probably not that well, even after his eyes adjust to the darkness of the barroom.  Moreover, the direction in which he faces points his body — and naturally focuses his gaze — away from Her, so that in order for him to see Her, he must look past his left shoulder.

For the moment, then, She is free to observe Her prey with little chance of him becoming aware of Her presence.  Marquesa focuses intently on him, mentally dissecting the object of Her interest.  After taking a second sip from his drink, not nearly so robust as the first, he puts the glass aside, and really begins to scope out his surroundings.  So far, he hasn’t really checked out the dining room.  Very sensible, She thinks. He knows his best chances for an interesting evening lie in the bar.  At one point, as though he feels Her scrutiny — perhaps he does, or perhaps he senses the powerful, energetic SEXXX!ual aura She always exudes — he turns around and intently surveys the dining room.

As he squints into the darkness of Her corner, Marquesa demurely lowers Her glance as though She is perusing the menu.  Partly because She’s sitting in the darkest part of a darkened room and partly because it is cloaked by Her scarf, he fails to register Her standout feature — Her blonde hair — and even though he may have sensed Her presence, his eyes, at the moment his sensory channel of choice, cannot see Her SEXXX!ual aura.  Unable to discern anything in the darkness, his gaze moves on.  Moments later, She looks up to see his attention has returned to the patrons in the bar.

Now Marquesa Herself is — and has long been — keenly aware of Her aura, the energy She naturally radiates; powerful SEXXX!ual energy, which She has learned to project with great effect on males of all stripes.  But more recently, She has become extremely interested in the notion of projected mental energy — in in the form of telepathy — judging that telepathic thought might be integrated into Her aural energy projections and applied to hypnosis.

Because the mere thought of this possibility rendered Her uncontrollably moist between Her legs, She naturally hastened to follow it up.  Extensive enquiries and investigation months earlier would eventually lead Her to a reclusive Asian guru who offered one-on-one mentoring in telepathic communication.  When She asked him pointblank if hypnotic commands and suggestions could be transmitted telepathically, his affirmative response guaranteed Her future attendance at his studio.  And so, some months previously, She became a steady visitor to his tutorials.

Quickly, Marquesa found telepathy an extremely challenging skill to acquire.  It demanded much more effort than merely reading a script from a how-to book, principally because, as the key precondition to learning and using the skill, She needed to locate and then develop a part of Her mind-body system that for Her — and for most of us — lies deep within, dormant and unused.

This is Her pineal body.  Central to employing telepathy is the ability to access the pineal body — the so-called Third Eye — which is the locus of telepathic activity in the human mind.  But to access that locus, She first had to teach Herself to locate it, and only after doing so could She even start to train a part of Her brain that had lain fallow, unused for Her entire life.  At the outset of Her studies, exercises to pinpoint and activate Her Third Eye were slow and arduous and exceedingly taxing.

Her efforts were made all the more difficult because Her guru patiently explained and re-explained that Her pineal body had become calcified, and so it must be de-toxified — metaphorically speaking, it needed its rust removed — before She could expect to use it.  Consequently, locating Her Third Eye, then tapping into it, then cleansing it, and only then harnessing it required — for Her, anyway — a monumental amount of effort, so much that She seriously began to wonder whether it was even worth Her trouble to continue to pursue this wretched idea.

Her normally inscrutable guru, who seemed not only to have taken a shine to, but an almost proprietary interest in, Her progress — and perhaps in Her? — pleaded with Her to keep at Her studies.  At first, Marquesa demurred.  It required an eye-opening demonstration by him to renew Her interest, not merely to rekindle, but to inflame Her desire to renew Her efforts to master this elusive skill.  Grimly, She kept at it, Her efforts no doubt fueled by Her guru ceaselessly reminding Her that the best things often require much time and effort.

Thus encouraged, She threw Herself into Her work with increasingly greater energy, and slowly, gradually, Her efforts began to bear fruit.  Once She tasted modest success, She became an eager learner, devoting a great deal of time in developing Her heretofore latent, previously nonexistent telepathic skills, even to the extent of cutting into Her fetish activities, which, as we’ve seen, provide the reason for Her existence.

After having having started to achieve modest success in a laboratory setting — Her guru’s studio — Marquesa began to try out Her newly acquired skills beyond his lab, on test subjects of Her own choosing.  The best guinea pig candidates, She judged, would be subjects with whom She had enjoyed a long, involved, and intimate clinical history, during which they have developed a mutual, intensely strong rapport, and with whom She had shared numerous very deep trances.

On the surface, they would seem to be ideal candidates on whom to experiment with Her newly acquired skills.  And so, while working hypnotically with them, and without informing them that they had been privileged to become Her experimental as well as hypnotic subjects — they really didn’t need to find out about this, She figured — Marquesa had attempted to send them commands and suggestions telepathically.

At first, the results of Her thought projections were…mixed, but more recently, Her efforts seemed to have gained a measurable bite of traction.  Philosophically, She had come to liken the acquisition of Her telepathic skill to Her acquisition and subsequent mastery of hypnosis, many years before.   Being well aware that to achieve the level of Mesmeric Mastery to which She has now ascended, long past the point at which Her Skills had become reflexive and second nature to Her — She no longer has to think about hypnotizing others; She just does it — attaining Mesmeric Mastery required a great deal of study and years and years of practice, so Marquesa likewise keenly understands that to truly master telepathy and integrate it into Her hypnotic repertoire, She must also devote Her most intense efforts and She knows it will require much, much more work.  Yes, to ascend to the level of telepathic mastery that She has achieved in hypnosis will take a long, long time.  Still, there’s no better way to get there than to keep working at it….

Sitting in Her corner and studying Her prey, it suddenly occurs to Marquesa that this darkened dining room might prove to be the perfect venue — providing Her the perfect field test — to learn how well She has thus far assimilated Her lessons and mastered Her telepathic skills.  She fully realizes, of course, that Her prior results were, at best, mixed;  moreover, they were achieved in a laboratory setting with subjects with whom She had worked for years.  Still…You never know until you try.  Being nothing if not adventurous and decisive — and not just a bit impatient — She decides to embark on an experiment of Her own design, right here and now.

STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 3