At his point, having taken on Her subject’s trance and having secured his assent do to him pretty much anything She pleases, Marquesa feels massively aroused, aroused and so hot and bothered She’s perspiring.  Over Her Third Eye Her forehead feels warm to the touch and Her face is flushed from Her mental exertions; Her breasts heave with excitement and arousal.  Her vaginal muscles have begun to contract reflexively, rhythmically, and a part of Her suddenly wishes — suddenly craves — something more substantial than Her fingers for them to contract on. 

She craves vaginal contact and  SEXXX!ual release.  Nevertheless, She continues Her ministrations on his cock and balls, bringing him to the very edge of climax — with Herself there alongside him, literally as well as figuratively.  He writhes in ecstasy, gently at first, then with more animation, almost to the point that nearby diners will take note.  This Marquesa doesn’t want.  A small, controlling voice in Her consciousness, an internal auto pilot, reminds Her that, this evening, more — much more — remains for Her to do, and that it is too early — much too early — to let Herself become carried away.  Reluctantly, She breathes deeply, and, using all Her self-control, She eases Her stimulations to self and subject, although She continues to gently rub and stroke and tease, just enough to keep both of them feeling aroused, but not at the edge of release.  And so that’s where they remain — both of them — for the moment.  As She slowly descends further down from Her earlier high, She recognizes that both are still much too aroused, too near climax, and She realizes the time has come to dampen their arousal still more — no easy feat at the moment.

Which means it’s time to change Her tack.  Telepathically, She commands, “AS OF..NOW YOUR BODY — YOUR ENTIRE BODY — IS BECOMING..STIFF!!  AND RIGID!!…STIFF AND RIGID…NOW STIFF AND RIGID AS AN IRON BAR…ARMS STIFF…LEGS STIFF…TORSO STIFF…ARMS RIGID…LEGS RIGID…TORSO RIGID…NOW COMPLEETELY STIFF! AND RIGID!…SO STIFF…SO RIGID..SO STIFF AND RIGID YOU CANNOT MOVE…YOU ARE..STIFF AS A STATUE…”  In response, he sits very still and his breath comes slowly and lightly.  As She transmits these suggestions, Marquesa continues to breathe deeply, and, despite Her intention to temporarily cease servicing the two of them, this task is far from easy because Her Magic Touch still feels Soooo Goood —  much too good to cease altogether.  Consequently, Her ministrations to Her pelvic area continue, then begin again to become more intense and robust, until Her small controlling voice reminds Her once more that much remains to be done, and Her arousal, which often rages like an out-of-control fire, is assuaged for the moment and gradually diminishes.

Sitting quietly at Her seat, She slowly collects equilibrium and rewards Herself with a healthy sip of wine.  As She contemplates Her subject, who, just as She commanded, sits beside Her like a statue, two thoughts pop into Her mind:  Since She first laid eyes on him, She has burned an enormous amount of mental energy; and tonight She had entered this restaurant hungering as much for a fine meal as for SEXXX!ual stimulation and adventure.  Hmmmm…What to order for him?  She wonders.  Men like steak.  I bet he does, too.  Looking over the menu entrees, She first considers a ribeye, then Her eye falls on Steak Diane.  Inspiration strikes Her.   Much less a he-man dish, Steak Diane seems much more feminine — its name even sounds feminine — but that’s perfect for him…Yeeesss!!!!…It’s time to begin to tame him, to mold him — to feminize him — and I may as well start with the food he eats. Time to order dinner, I think.  Discretely, She raises Her still gloved hand, and Her waiter, ever attentive, spots it and scurries over to Serve Her.  “I wish to order dinner,” She crisply informs him.  As She doesn’t want him lurking around in the background, She orders the entire meal.  “I’m ordering for the two of us.  For starters, are your raw oysters fresh?  BE HONEST!”  Her voice demands absolute honesty.

“Yes Madam.  Our oysters come from the Chesapeake Bay, and we have them shipped in by air, daily, from Baltimore.”

“That sounds veerry goood!   You will..BRING EACH OF US SOME.”  Giving commands comes naturally to Her.  “I’ll have half a dozen, and My companion will have a dozen.  Then, for dinner, I will have the pheasant and cornbread stuffing with deer sausage, wild black currants and pecans, wild rice and truffles, and the puree of mixed green and root vegetables on the side.  For My companion, your steak Diane, medium rare, with mashed potatoes and a side order of your wonderful creamed spinach.  He’ll have a glass of mineral water.  For desert, My companion will have your creme brulee, and I will have the floating island.  Did you..Get That?”   Even here, in the darkened gloom of the restaurant, Marquesa salts Her conversation with veiled suggestions and concealed commands.

“Yes, Madam.”

 “Veerrry Goood!”   By way of dismissal, She once again flashes him Her enigmatic smile, and He turns away to preclude Her from seeing the tent reappear on the front of his apron.  Smiling inwardly, Marquesa knows of the tent’s reappearance, but for the moment She, too, turns away, Her focus now returning to Her somnolent sitting sentinel.  What to do with him now?  She wants to keep him aroused but not on the edge of climax for the forthcoming meal.  She ponders a moment, then brightens.  “YOU WILL CONTINUE TO..FEEL AROUSED!!  YOUR COCK WILL REMAIN STIFF AND RIGID…YOUR COCK WILL REMAIN STIFF AND RIGID UNTIL EYYE COMMAND IT TO RELAX…”  She feels down to test his responsiveness and knows instantly that he remains completely under Her control.  Veeerrry Gooood!!!  She continues, “YOU NOW FEEEL..HUNGRY!…Verry Verry Hungry…Soon, you will be served a meal.  You will..ENJOY IT!  You will..SAVOR IT! — You will..SAVOR EACH AND EVVERY BITE.  It will be the best meal you have had in the last ten years, and your inner mind will remember this meal fondly and vividly for decades to come.  EACH AND EVVERY BITE — each and every mouthful — WILL TASTE BETTER THAN THE ONE BEFORE…That’s Right!!!…And with each mouthful — and with each recollection of that mouthful..YOU WILL..Ree-MEMMM!-berr ME!!…That’s Right!!!…YOUR INNER MIND — *ONLY* YOUR INNER MIND — WILL..Ree-MEMMM!-berr MEE!!…But for the time being, YOU WILL SLEEP!! — SLEEP FOR..MEEE!!…Just..SLEEP!!”

And with that, Marquesa sits back to cool down and relax and take stock of things.  As She does, conflicting thoughts and questions pop into Her mind.  He’s either a very good subject or My telepathic suggestions are far more powerful and effective than I’d ever have imagined — or both!    But now…What should I do with him?  Wake him?  Speak to him verbally?  Keep him in trance?  Yes!!  Definitely. Keep him in trance.  I’ll do that, because just seeing him respond so acutely to My telepathic commands and suggestions Turns Me On.  Just seeing him sitting there next to MEE, aroused and erect and completely in My power, completely under My control, Turns Me On.  And, Oh No!  I see no good reason to end this.  Not yet, anyway.  So, for the moment, I want him to remain just as he is, and I’ll just keep him there now.  Just thinking about this Turns Me On, arouses Me all over again.  Reaching down with Her right hand, still gloved and oiled, She once more begins to idly fondle his cock even as Her other hand begins to idly fondle Herself.  Not as intensely as before, but enough to keep both of them feeling Good, Oh Soooo Gooood!  “Jusst..ENJOY THIS!!”  She transmits to him.  “Just SIT BACK AND..ENJOY THIS! — SAVOR THIS!!”  And so there She sits, contemplating the next stage of their encounter, but taking great care not to let Herself become carried away as She did before.  For the moment, we shall leave our happy twosome enjoying each other’s company until Her waiter arrives with their appetizer.  “PLACE YOUR NAPKIN IN YOUR LAP.  YOU WILL..OPEN YOUR EYES AND SMILE AT THE WAITER WHEN HE RETURNS,” She silently commands.  He obeys.

Hoping to make a good impression and eager to serve Her — seemingly, the waiter couldn’t care less about Her dinner companion — he makes a fetish of setting before Her a handsome oval dish covered by a bed of crushed ice overlaid by three large lettuce leaves on which are set a half dozen fresh and succulent oysters on the half shell.  A small silver fork, three wedges of fresh lemon and three of fresh lime lie alongside them, along with a garnishing leaf of cilantro.  Next, the waiter sets two side dishes of cocktail sauce beside the platter.  Next, he moves around to the other side of the table and, a bit more brusquely, presents the same fare to Her companion.  The only difference between their servings is the size of their respective platters and the number of oysters they hold.  When the waiter is done, Marquesa smiles and nods curt thanks, and he recedes wordlessly.

Whether by watching the waiter set forth their appetizers or something else, Marquesa’s focus veers away from the SEXXX!ual to the nutritional appetizer, but something in the switchover causes Her to come to an awakening of sorts.  On the one hand, She would love to keep working on Her somnolent subject, playing with him, continuing to deepen his slumber and increase his arousal, but doing so will come increasingly at a risk:  The more carried away they become, the more likely the chance that other diners could sense what they are up to, and protest.  This would almost certainly lead to them being asked to leave the restaurant.  Plus, as the hour grows later, more customers have arrived, thereby further increasing the chance of Her play being discovered.  And if that takes place, Her ‘thought experiment’ will come to an end, a possibility She does not wish.  She’s too far along with this, and is having far too much fun, and Her evening seems far too promising, to have it be brought to a sudden end.  And finally, She is hungry, and this venue is much better suited for food than for SEX, so why risk ruining a lovely meal when She remains hungry.  Why, indeed?  No, She thinks, Best to concentrate on dinner and hold off on play until after the dessert course.