Not long ago a hypno fan of Mine (by the name of warren) pleaded with Me to fly to New York. He moaned…. “Meet with me in the Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel, Goddess Marquesa.”
His exact words were – “Please Mistress, just give me one hour of your time. I need to speak with you about these dreams, no….these nightmares, NO…these dreams I have been having. Perhaps they have something to do with My listening to your erotic recordings!

Dear Goddess above I’ll get on My knees right here in front of Tiffany’s on 5th if that would convince you of the urgency of my need!”

“Welllllllll”…… I said. “Myyyyyy dear desperate little man. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a stroll through Central Park sooooooo….book Me a flight “first class” ASAP and I’ll see you tomorrow 4 P:M: at the Plaza! Make sure you have a very cold and dry Martini waiting for Me upon My arrival. Oh, and for the pleasure of My company and the therapeutic as well as, sensually rewarding benefits you will secure from My acknowledging your so called “urgent need” why don’t you just crawl yourself into Tiffany’s right now and purchase Me a sparkly little gift of say…….2 carats? That’s a darling….. I’ll just stay right here on the phone with you while you speak with brian. he is My favorite sales rep at Tiffany’s and he knows exactly what I like in sparkly little hypno-jewels.”
And so it was.

While it remains true that not all My subbies can afford to fly “Moi” across country for the pleasure of an afternoon “cock-tale”…….. it is true that whiney warren could WELL afford this and…..more.
you see…… apparently My mesmerized, mind manipulated little miscreant had been experiencing the same series of nightmares over and over again each night for the past 3 weeks. Obviously, he wanted to discuss this with Me.
“How fascinating is this?”……… I thought to Myself. And indeed, it was fascinating! This is why I am now going to share these decadent dreams with you!!

Read the notes that My perplexed pet jotted down after each dream. Below you will find 4 hypnotic and sexually dominating dialogs that My ensorcelled subject repeatedly had to endure each night…….over and over again. And each morning he woke up finding he had stained his silk and satin sheets……….. without once recalling touching himself!

The “Binding” Tentacles:

…Feel the desire against you, blazing like a furnace of lust to match your own. You want to feel more, slave boy, don’t you? You want to feel her embrace, don’t you? You want to be held. To be bound. To be caught still deeper by the cocoon of desire that envelopes you both. To be caught by me. And you are, my little one. Yu are. You can feel it beginning to happen. Fingers… Soft, gentle fingers that begin to slide across your wrists and ankles. A woman’s touch. A lover’s touch. Hot flesh that needs you own. Burning desire that responds to your own. But different… so different, my pet… because the fingers are so long, so slender… so… enveloping. You feel them wrapping around you, longer than any fingers should ever be, yet oh so feminine. Oh so desirable. Oh so arousing. Coiling like living ropes of womanly flesh. They hold you, slave boy. They claim you. They binding your ankles to her own. They bind your wrists to her own. So tight. So inescapable. So restraining. And so very, very, wonderfully erotic. Bonds like you’ve never felt before, like you’ve never imagined before. A living prison of lust you cannot escape. But you don’t want to escape, do you, slave boy? You love this. You want this. You adore this. So secure in my power, in my grasp, the grasp of my gift to you. It only builds the fire within you, doesn’t it? It only builds the fire of lust in your heart and mind and cock. Lust for this body. Love for your Goddess… You love this, you want this, you *crave* this, more than anything, because it is all part of my power over you. My power within you. My power against you. You belong to me, little one, and you will gladly accept any sensation, any suffering, any pleasure — any “strangeness” — for your beautiful commanding mistress… And you will experience this until I choose to let you go, because seeing you like this, so helpless and confused and aroused, turns me on… And you want to turn me on, don’t you, slave boy?…

…And you feel still more supernatural fingers, wrapping gently around your thighs and upper arms. You want this. And the body beneath you, supporting yet entrapping you, wants you as well. Feel her hold you with her tendrils of loving bondage, with her tentacles of passionate ravishment. So erotic. So different. An experience only your Goddess could ever give you. Feel her power — my power — flowing from her and into you. And feel your own strength, your own will, flowing out of you and into her. Feel her claiming your will to resist, leaving only greater heights of lust and arousal in its place. Feel her embrace — feel my embrace — imprisoning you against this fantasy woman, this fantasy creature, this creation of your Goddess… You cannot escape. Her hold over you is too powerful. You cannot resist. The arousal she creates is too maddening. You want her… because you want me… and because I *will* you to desire her… for my amusement…

The “Mouth” Tentacles:

…The mouth of a Goddess. See the lips, so full and ripe. So red and moist and glistening. See the teeth, so white and perfect. A mouth of power. My power. The creations I am capable of. And the sensations that I will give you to, my pet…

…The mouth of a Goddess. Feel the lips against your nipple. Such slow, gentle kisses. Such soft breath that makes your skin tingle. Feel the lips, slave boy. Feel them suck at your nipple, so lightly, so seductively. How could something so strange be so arousing? How could something so odd make you burn with such desire inside? And you do burn, my pet. You strain toward that mouth, offering yourself, and wanting more. You cannot help yourself. And that mouth return your desire, like a lover with her own insatiable craving. Feel the kiss. Feel the lick. Feel the suck. Even feel the *bite*, slave boy. Such desire in you, and in this mouth. You cannot get enough of each other. You want nothing more than for that mouth to stay upon you, to never leave you… And to be joined… by another…

The “Pussy” Tentacle:

…Feel it lightly circling the tip of your rock-hard cock, my helpless victim. So tantalizing. So warm. So *wet*. Wet with desire and arousal, for you. You can’t help but strain toward it. So different, yet so arousing. Arousing because it feels so good. Arousing because you know that I control this, that I direct this. It shows my power, my control, over you. And we both know how much my power and control excites you, how you crave more and more of it. So strain, slave boy. Strain against the loving, erotic bonds that you hold oh so tightly, that embrace you like a thousand lovers — or One Goddess…

…And you feel it easing down now, my pet. You feel it swallowing you. You feel it engulfing you. It holds your cock so firmly, so powerfully, yet so wet and warm. A feminine strength. A woman’s strength. The strength of a Goddess, to give you so much pleasure while keeping you her helpless captive. And you are a captive, slave boy. You belong to me. And I will use you in any way I please. And right now, *this* is the way that I please. To see you ravished by this creation of my will. To feel you aroused by this minion of your Goddess. To see you taken, by my power. And you know the truth in your body and your cock. The truth that screams inside you. They belong to me, and I take them for my pleasure. I take them now. Like this. Feel me take you, slave boy. Feel the bonds like grasping hands against your skin. Feel the mouths that suck your nipples. Feel the pussy that rides you, that takes you. And that claims you as my own. Feel it *fucking* you, slave boy. For me. And you know that *it* is taking you, and not the other way around. You know that only foolish boys believe they have the power, of course, that they penetrate their lover. But we know differently, don’t we, slave boy? We know that the woman takes the man — as I take you now, with this creation of my power. Your cock does not penetrate, little one. No, your cock is accepted. Your cock is taken. Your cock is *devoured*. There is no escape. Not from its hold. Not from the pleasure you feel. I could hold you in place with just this one bond. You know that, deep inside, as you feel my warmth, all around your cock. As you feel my strength, gripping you through this creation, with muscles that only a Goddess can bestow — and that only a slave could endure…

The “Violation” Tentacle:

…You feel it, soft yet firm, warm and searching. And you know where this will go, don’t you, slave boy? You know what that heavenly body beneath you wants, what it desires. She wants to possess you. And I wish her to possess you. You know what this will do to you. The ultimate possession of a slave boy by his mistress. The ultimate reversal. Your Goddess can engulf you, and your Goddess can invade you. And you will be invaded by me, my pet. You will be invaded, by this, by what you feel beneath you. The ultimate surrender. Does the thought shame you, my little one? Shame only makes you mine. You know that. Does the thought arouse you? Arousal only only makes you mine. Does the thought humiliate you, darling? Humiliation is what you crave. Humiliation for your mistress. It excites me to see you helpless and in my power, and you want to excite me, don’t you? You want to arouse me, don’t you? You want to accept this invasion of your heart, and your mind — and now of even your body. You want to show me how much you will take for me, don’t you? You want to surrender to my will. You want to suffer for me. And so you feel it, slipping against your skin, spreading your ass cheeks. Feel the woman’s body beneath you, flushed and aroused yet again, so strange and yet so good. Feel my power emanating from it. And feel the symbol of my control, of my ownership over her, now entering you. Now filling you. You cannot resist. You can’t escape. You are mine, slave boy, now more than ever, because I am *inside* you, in every way. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. And now… even physically. Feel it thrust and recede, feel the womanly bonds embrace you even more tightly, pulling you closer as the full, warm hips thrust to meet you. Thrusting deeper. And deeper. Leaving you no choice but to surrender. But to enjoy. You cannot escape. You cannot run. This *will* happen, for as long as I desire. And so you accept me, slave boy. You accept the symbol of my power and control… because you *crave* to be powerless and controlled, don’t you, slave boy? Feel me use you. Feel me violate you. And you love it, don’t you You love it, and you will accept any attention, any suffering… For me… And you prove this to me now. Prove this to me, darling. Enjoy this gift. Accept this ravishment. And be taken, by my power…

Pretty hot stuff don’t you agree My pet????

If you would like to know what the outcum was for weary warren email Me and let Me know…….Perhaps I’ll tell you……For a sparkly little hypno-jewel…….perhaps I’ll tell you more than you can handle……