Mystic Mistress Goddess Marquesa…
What you have always wanted.
Yes! Even over the phone, you will naturally begin to FEEEL MY AURA, FEEEL THE MAGNETIC POWER of My aura, feeling it bathe your body with MY energy, feel goosebumps of excitement begin to form on your skin, and as you feeel MY awesome power enveloping you, flowing through your body, from the top of your head to the tips of your fingers and toes, through every limb, every bone, every organ, every tissue, every cell every atom of your being, and as My power envelops you, enfolds you, surges throughout your body. Read more…
A story inspired by Goddess Marquesa
“Goddess be praised, he’s alive,” a strange man’s voice declared as strong hands fished Edward out of the churning surf.
This time I’ve bitten off more than I could chew, not to say I have any regrets because I don’t, but I was with people who have been at this for a long time and I felt like a freshman. The events of this week began with an invitation to spend time with Mistress M. on Saturday and that it was just for fun, a social gathering and that it was not going to be a session, “How could I say no?” 
Six months have passed since my complete surrender to Marquesa. Six of the happiest months of my life. She has sculpted my body into olympic condition. She has taken control of my mind to the point that I don’t even look at or think about any other women. She haunts my dreams, controls my thoughts, and makes all my fantasies come true. She is my goddess, my idol, the seductive siren who enslaves me with the mere sound of her voice. 
