Together, these energizing words and Marquesa’s knowing, sure *touch* exercise a speedy, noticeably strong impact on Larry. His breathing becomes shallow and quickens, and his hand on Her left breast unconsciously clamps down, squeezing the breast and quickening Her breathing as well. His cock not only hardens in Her hand but She can also feel it expanding outward against Her encircling palm, forcing Her fingers apart, much as a growing tree root drives apart rocks and mortar — and causing Her to wish She were squeezing it with her vaginal muscles instead of Her fingers! She goes on, “…knowing all along that..She is ALLL-WAYYS STRONNNG-GERR than you…[Here, Marquesa’s vaginal muscles reflexively begin to contract on Larry’s imaginary cock]…ALLL-WAYYS MORE POWWERR-FULL than you can evverr be — and it is..Her winning out — Her Over-COME!-ing you — that EXCITES YOU MOST — that really..GETS YOU OFF?” [As Marquesa describes the ‘climax’ of Larry’s struggle, She can feel him trembling — literally trembling — and his cock absolutely rock hard, with excitement — SEXXX!-ual excitement.]…Do EYYE have that..Correct?” Read more…
Tag: Surrender
One dreary, overcast autumn weekday morning finds Goddess Marquesa puttering around Her house. Well, not so much puttering as attending to mundane (read non-fetish) business that, to Her, seems as dreary as the weather outside. Exciting? No, far from it. She expressed Her feelings about this work when She once admonished a subject who innocently inquired what She was up to, replying crossly, “I don’t have time to sit around all day in black leather, eating bonbons and playing with sex toys. Sometimes, things need to be done!” Her choice of clothing, no surprise, is entirely congruent with accomplishing mundane but necessary tasks; She’s comfortably attired in a blue pastel cotton blouse, casually knotted around Her waist, a pair of cut-off jeans, and flip flops. Decidedly non-fetish apparel, but having spent the last two hours paying bills and fine tuning a couple of balky links on Her website, She’s not in a fetish mood. Bored, cranky, stifling a yawn, and needing a break, Marquesa is heading to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee when Her doorbell rings. Sighing deeply, She wonders, Now, who could that be? Read more…
POSTSCRIPT
Five minutes after receiving Her command, and exactly as Marquesa had ordered, Her inadvertent dinner host feels waking consciousness gradually returning. Foggily, he emerges from his dream, his eyes flutter open, his vision and equilibrium begin to restore themselves, and, sluggishly, he begins to gather his wits. At present, everything he sees seems to be taking place in slow motion. Looking reflexively to his left where Marquesa had just been sitting, he dully notes that the place next to him had been set for dinner and, apparently, used, because Her dessert dish hasn’t yet been picked up. Next, his glance falls on his own dessert dish, which remains untouched. Upon seeing it, he looks around to catch a glance at whomever must have been seated next to him. In the distance, he catches the briefest glimpse of the interesting lady who had invited him earlier to join Her in the corner as She passes out of view, and the moment he lays his eyes on Her, his mind quickens, and, simultaneously, a sudden inner voice commands him to pay the meal bill. Read more…
“Veerrry Goood!!!…YOUR RESPONSE GREATLY..PLEASES MEE!” She gives his cock an extra sensual squeeze to punctuate Her message. Never hurts to leave him with a little positive reinforcement, She thinks. But now, time to cease projecting Her Powwerr and move on. Without taking off Her gloves, She starts to remove Her napkin from Her lap, but then She pauses, as a thought comes to Her. She turns toward Her subject. “EYYE am going to leave now,” She transmits. “Farewell, My Pet. You have PLEASE!d MEE! more than you can know. Read more…
