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Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the fascinating, fearsome, friendly, fiendish, fantastic, frustrating, flamboyant, and ferocious GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA. It should not be read: by any minor; by anyone, ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally (for some other reason(s)) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; or by any person fearful of the concept of female influence/control/domination or uncomfortable with the topic of hypnotic (or any other form(s) of) mind control or both.

I did not know where I was. I didn’t know how I arrived here. I did not know what year this was. I did know one thing. I am MISTRESS MARQUESA. I knew all I needed to know. Read more…