Tag: Green Eyes

LADY KRYSTAL MESMER

It was another boring, I mean relaxing Friday night with nothing on television so I had opened my iPad to see about playing some games online. I couldn’t get off my mind last weekend when we had gone to the Comedy Club and one of the acts had been a hypnotist, a very beautiful hypnotist with green eyes that seemed to be beckoning me.That must have been the lapse that captivated me and drew me to have just enough abandon, for before I realized it, I was up on stage listening to just a few sweet seductive words that soon had me floating in willing compliance to whatever this mesmerizing Goddess suggested. For it seemed she wasn’t expressing different ideas, it was really my words, my will being told through her. And oh it felt so good, each word she said sent me deeper into a dream state with waves of pleasure flowing through my body. Read more…

A Stalker’s Wild “Dream”

IT WASN’T REALLY STALKING, WAS IT?
He had seen her at a trendy L.A. restaurant. She was so beautiful! Her shoulder-length blond hair framed a face so beautiful it was almost painful to look at. Her compelling eyes were deep green. Her lips were full and red, her skin flawless.

As she sat alone at a front table, he noticed several rich, famous men walk to the table to spend time with her. First they would almost bow, then respectfully ask permission to sit. Only after she had granted her permission would they sit and speak to her as she sipped her champagne. One by one they paid their respects and moved on – at her pleasure. Read more…

The Submission

Slave paul was nervous as he approached Mistress Marquesa’s posh home, knowing he was now about to realize a fantasy under the complete hypnotic control of his powerful Mistress. For it had only been a few days since Mistress Marquesa had forced Her submissive slave into agreeing to provide erotic entertainment for the Mistress and some of Her select female submissive and dominant subjects during their weekly get-togethers for socializing and partying and relaxing fun. A sort of routine gathering to reinforce Her subject’s loyally and inescapable bond to their Queen Goddess if you will. Read more…

tommyboy gets a prince albert!

 

Mistress asked me to write this for Her web site.  Now, i couldn’t be happier to contribute something like this to Her ‘temple’ online, in a sense to let new would-be slaves get an idea of where Mistress Marquesa can really take a slave, and maybe also to broadcast what a good boy i’ve been to everyone else. But i’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, or one to write on something like this for ready access to millions of computers worldwide.  Then again, i’ve never before been one to take part in the kind of thing i’m going to write about…

i first met Mistress Marquesa about three months ago (January 1999).  i’m a once and future LA native, now residing in Phoenix.  i came back to town for a week and  decided to make a top priority of indulging my submissive fantasies for the first time.  The LA Weekly and LA Express led me to the Web and eventually to Mistress’ very well done web site that you all are perusing now.  It wasn’t about 15 minutes of reading and looking at what Her Highness had to offer, judging by what was on Her site, that i decided that She definitely looked like the real McCoy, the dominant female i dreamed would take me down to the place of slavery i fantasized about.  After some call bouncing that Monday, including me calling Her voice mail and message lines just to hear Her luscious voice again, She called me and we set our first meeting in a session that following day. Read more…

The Phone Session

The Magnificent Mesmerizing Manipulating Mistress Marquesa had scheduled one of Her erotic hypnosis calls. Her phone-slave bill had contacted her and scheduled a time when the sexy Dominatrix could call him to weave a sensuous hypnotic spell over him. They had done this before. bill loved the way Her silken, captivating voice captured his mind, will and body and made him feel an erotic thrill like none he had ever experienced before.
As She held the phone in Her lovely hand and dialed the number She smiled an evil smile knowing how much power She had over fawning slave-boys like bill who craved just to hear Her powerful, mesmerizing voice.
One ring . . . two . . . .
“Hello.” Read more…

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