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…
Tag: Transformation
“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…
To the gentle, rhythmic stimulus of Her subject’s hand in Her lap, Marquesa’s body reflexively begins to respond. Contracting gently, Her pelvis begins to move in synchrony with his ministrations, so naturally that this movement happens at the very edge of Her sensory awareness — if She senses it at all — and Her body from Her kneecaps up to Her navel begins to move in and out in the same rhythm. Certainly, Marquesa has placed Herself a mood that is most receptive for dessert. Read more…
At his point, having taken on Her subject’s trance and having secured his assent do to him pretty much anything She pleases, Marquesa feels massively aroused, aroused and so hot and bothered She’s perspiring. Over Her Third Eye Her forehead feels warm to the touch and Her face is flushed from Her mental exertions; Her breasts heave with excitement and arousal. Her vaginal muscles have begun to contract reflexively, rhythmically, and a part of Her suddenly wishes — suddenly craves — something more substantial than Her fingers for them to contract on. Read more…
