I woke up in the dark on a cold stone floor. I was naked, but I couldn’t have been lying there for very long, because none of my muscles or joints ached. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I saw that I was in a jail cell. A sliver of moonlight came through a window. Standing up and looking out, I could see palm trees and a beach. I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
Before panic could set in, I heard a door open. Footsteps approached, severely high heels clicking confidently against paving stones. I turned from the window to see her standing outside my cell, and fell to my knees.
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. 
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?” 
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. 
