Having systematically and thoroughly guided the body and mind formerly Larry’s firmly into Her Power, and under Her absolute Control — thereby making him completely Hers — Marquesa has unconsciously and unerringly brought Herself into a state of arousal as pronounced and uncontrolled as that of Her subject. She loves to bring men into Her Power, under Her control, and so, by transforming Larry from free-roaming male into Her Personal Toy, as She has just done, She fulfilled once more the raison d’etre of Her existence; this is why She lives and what She lives for. Read more…
Tag: Transformation
Marquesa has finally done it: She has guided Her subject into trance. Now, She moves to take advantage of his current state of consciousness: “…AND NOOWW..EYYE WILL ASK..THE INNER MIND A SERIES OF QUESTIONS — QUESTIONS WHICH IT WILL ANSWER EITHER “YES!” OR “NO!”…BUT BEFORE EYYE CAN ASK ANY QUESTIONS..THE INNER MIND FIRST MUSSST DESIGNATE..TWO FINGERS WITH WHICH IT WILL..ANSWER MYYY QUESTIONS…AND IT WILL ANSWER MEEE BY RAISING A SPECIFIC FINGER…AND THE FIRST FINGER IT RAISES WILL INDICATE..”YES!” AND THE SECOND FINGER WILL INDICATE..“NO!”
With tears of joy filling his eyes, he replies, “That would be everything I could ever want in life, Goddess. I’d love that. It would be my dream come true. It would be wonderful!” Hearing his reply, Marquesa’s pussy begins to drip, and Her hand, as though it had a mind of its own, reaches down and gently begins to rub rub it. As Her lips part reflexively in anticipation, She unconsciously licks them. Read more…
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…
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…
