Tag: Control

PICKING UP THE TAB (Chapter 3)

                      Eager to begin, Marquesa puts Her glass down, focuses Her attention completely on Her prey, and begins to send him telepathic commands.   “BECOME DROWSY!…RELAX!!…REST!…SLEEP!”  These thought messages, short and sweet, sound like something from Hypnotism Made E-Z — comic book hypnosis — but in Her earlier ‘laboratory trials’, short-and-sweet seemed to outperform long-and-involved messages.  At first, Her quarry seems oblivious to the thoughts She sends his way, but She’s not easily deterred.  Besides, She tells Herself, the night is still young.
She knows this is much like fishing — sometimes it takes a while before you get that first bite.  Minute after minute, eyes and mind focused on Her prey and concentrating intently, She continues on.  Once again, as though he senses Her energy, senses Her closeness, he looks back again in Her direction.  Owing to Her darkened corner, He doesn’t register Her presence, but the fact that he looks around suggests to Her that he’s still alert, so if he’s responding to Her commands as She’d hoped, it’s not apparent.  Realizing something is amiss, She stops and realizes She needs to regroup.  “Grasshopper!” She thinks, “You have yet much to learn before you attain true Mastery. Time to start over.  Back to basics…”

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Rebirthday

Rebirthday

 

a story in honor of Goddess Marquesa’s Birthday on July 1

               I had been marking her movements very carefully since my girlfriend and I had followed her into the supermarket. My first view of her from the back was breathtaking. Gorgeous legs, lush blond hair, and a curvaceous figure that her sheer white sundress clung to enticingly. When she turned to procure a shopping cart and I saw her bewitching green eyes, my heart skipped several beats.

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An Average Night

A true story from the adventures of Goddess Marquesa

 

I arrived at the restaurant to meet My friends after a pleasant day of relaxation. I had been savoring victory energy for a while. My weekend encounter with My select slave had gone exactly as I planned.

The slave, whom I call primatehunk, is a scientist and a beautiful specimen. A fit body and a sweetly handsome face…charming…intelligent…he could have any woman he desires.  Of course, I will ruin him for lesser women.  I have been breaking him down slowly…compelling him to acquiesce ever more thoroughly to My will. When I had him on his knees and commanded him to take My strap-on dildo into his mouth he resisted. The look in his eyes as I rubbed the tip of the dildo against his cheek….the moment of surrender as he took the shaft into his mouth and began to suck…..Mmmmmm. I had been wanting to celebrate ever since… Read more…

I’m going to F*ck your ass!

 The mention in My blog of strap-ons and rubbersex brings Me to describe My most recent experience in using My strap-on with a slave.

First, I want you to see Me right NOW!  — or imagine Me — clad from head to toe — I love wearing My open-faced hood — in My best, shiniest latex catsuit, fitted so well and so tightly as to make My body seem vacuum sealed from head to toe, unmasking to y-o-u-r eyes even as it covers every peak and valley, every cranny and crevice of My extraordinarily sexy body.

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Bad Bunny

This story was conceived by Goddess Marquesa, and is based on events She experienced

 

                “Humans are social animals.” I know I have heard it before, but I never gave it much thought or understood what it really meant. Until she taught me.

She was on a date with another man when she came into the restaurant where I work. I sometimes wonder if my life would have been different if the seating hostess had sat them at someone else’s station. Probably not. Karmic gravity would almost certainly have brought me into her orbit if she came within half a mile of me. Read more…

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