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Goddess Marquesa Takes Over the Town – Phase 4

Disclaimer: In this story the fictional character of Marquesa engages in the unethical behavior of using public funds for her personal enrichment. Such unethical behavior, be it by unscrupulous politicians, business persons, or anyone else in regards to the general hard working public is not to My liking.
I do not condone such behavior but enjoyed the rest of the story enough to publish it; BECAUSE IT IS THE AUTHOR’S FANTASY.
I would never use my hypnotic abilities do such a thing. It is NOT My fantasy.

 

Goddess Marquesa walked into the interview room knowing she was in charge…At the same time George a veteran reported prepared for the interview of a lifetime

George had carefully prepared his notes and had them at the ready he knew what he was going to ask.  He had put on his best suit and a nice red power tie that would look great on camera.  He looked over at Marquesa who was being attended by 10-12 people. They buzzed around her focused on her and only her. Marquesa had come to prominence when she won mayor of her town in a landslide victory she got 90% of the vote which was unprecedented for an unknown candidate.  She was beloved in her town and no one had a bad thing to say about her.  George had to admit the mayor oozed sex appeal. Read more…

Goddess Marquesa takes over the town, Phase 2

Goddess Marquesa had a simple plan. As an expert in hypnosis programming she made a program and sent an email to all the council members who happen to be men. In it she said please review my latest tax proposal, and included a link. “Any feedback would be appreciated,” she told them.

Councilman Nathan looked at the email and clicked on the link. Suddenly the screen blinked, and then Nathan found himself surprised; and he was a man who wasn’t easily surprised, ever, but on the screen in front of him was a video of Goddess Marquesa sitting on a satin covered bed in a very sumptuous room and she was wearing a short sexy negligee. Read more…

Rear Window

            The phone rang, it was the line on which those seeking hypnosis called. Goddess Marquesa answered.

            “I can see you,” the voice on the other end of the line said.

            “Of course you can, puppet,” answered the Goddess, her tone playful. “I am always in your mind’s eye, aren’t I?”

            “No. You don’t understand. I can see you right now. You are sitting in a wheelchair by your window. You are wearing a light yellow print dress.”

            Goddess Marquesa looked out her window. It was indeed possible that she could be observed from any of the houses or apartments in view. Her caller might guess that she was wheelchair bound from some postings she had made online, but how would he know what she was wearing? She seemed to have a stalker.

            “Lucky you,” she said nonchalantly. Read more…

Conversion

 

            The doorbell rang. Goddess Marquesa sighed. Since injuring her foot, she had been largely housebound, and even common chores like answering the door posed a challenge. Whoever it was had better be on important business. With painful effort, she rose.

            Standing on the front step the Goddess found an attractive brunette. The visitor was tall, late 30’s or early 40’s, wearing a prim pastel lavender skirt suit. Clasped tightly to her breast, bound in black leather with gilt lettering across the cover, was the Holy Bible, held so that the title would be visible to whoever answered the door. Read more…

Enlightenment

            Swami Kamiprajna settled himself onto his devotional cushion, anticipating the arrival of his new disciple. She had been coming to hear his teachings for several weeks now, and she showed all the signs that she was ready. She followed his every word with rapt attention, and looked at him with wide, glistening eyes through the chanting service when his lecture was concluded.

            Last week, at the conclusion of his talk about “watering the flower of wisdom within,” she had worked up the courage to pose a question. “Is it possible,” she had asked breathlessly, seemingly overcome by awe, “for me…I mean for someone…to overcome sensual desire?” That was when he knew that he could summon her for a private “interview”. Read more…

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