It was early spring when Marquesa decided to take a little vacation. Her loyal servants were properly notified of Her absence, for She was a benevolent Mistress. A few newer, benighted minions were given special assignments to assist in their training. Now that everything was in order, the Marquesa had but one more task: to double-check her day-timer. Only one more client; someone new, who had asked for Her assistance as a professional, therapeutic hypnotherapist.

When Her client arrived for his appointment, the Goddess at first wondered what his dilemma was. He was quite good-looking and well groomed. It only took Her a second to know his problem, for She had seen it many times before. His initial attempt at self-confidence soon vanished, and he could not even raise his eyes to look at Her. She led him into Her session room and attempted to set him at ease with a short interview, asking him to talk about himself for a moment.

“Well, my background is a mix” he said, eyes fixed on his shoes, “of music and technology. I have studied music passionately all my life, but found that there’s more money in a technological field. So my life has been a pendulum, swinging between the poles of science and art.”

Marquesa wondered how she would hypnotize this poor wretch if he couldn’t even look in Her direction. She asked him to close his eyes for a moment and just listen to Her voice. Just for a moment. Scarcely had She begun when he fell. “Too far,” She thought, “too quickly”. She had to arrest his plummet, amazed at how easily and how deeply this new pet went under.

“Have you ever been hypnotized before?” she asked.
“No” he answered from deep within his mind.

“Of course!” the wise Mistress thought. “His musical training! Years of concentration and focus on classical music have trained his mind. By often allowing himself to be pulled into music totally, and with complete trust, it was so easy for the soothing, tranquil, irresistible voice of the Marquesa to take control. This is truly a PRODIGY for me to mold.”

Carefully guiding him into deeper slumber, the dignified Goddess demanded, “Be completely honest with Me. Does your shyness toward a Woman increase as you find yourself attracted to Her?”
“Yes”
“Is this because you believe Her to be superior and more powerful than you?”
“Yes, I often feel this.”
“Do you wish that a dominant Woman would recognize this in you, and through Her placid control, lead you to self-confidence, enthusiasm, and total devotion to Her?”
“Yes…I wish this.”
“And do you wish that I, the beautiful and powerful Marquesa, would take you, and guide you to this wonderful place?”
“Yes…Marquesa…”

In mere moments, Marquesa secured a level of submission only the loyalist of her servants achieved. As a demonstration of Her success, She had Her new slave proudly remove his clothing, and lie before Her, free of inhibition. “He is in very good shape” thought the Mistress, deciding to have some fun with him. She was, after all, on vacation!

Seconds later, his sexual submission was acquired. His hard cock was straining for contact. Contact! “My powerful voice alone,” She thought, “has created this blissful state for him.”

After a short preparation, She allowed him to open his eyes and gaze into Her eyes. Looking through his osmotic shield, She saw the instant release of his repression. Years…no…a lifetime of longing finally reaching this glorious fulfillment of submission. Stimulated by Her newly acquired pet, Marquesa ordered him to remove all expression from his face, keeping his lips relaxed, but closed. Leaning over him, She then allowed a single drop of Her priceless saliva to touch his lips. It quickly followed the line where his lips met until its sparkling essence reached the corners of his mouth.

As this select drop was being absorbed, She saw the passion and devotion dancing in his eyes. His lips were changing into a cherry red! She watched this crimson brightness as it spread like a wave. So pleased was the Marquesa that She began to softly caress Her own femininity. Her voice continued to skillfully mold and shape Her little prodigy. Once again She applied a droplet to his lips. “How quickly and eagerly he soaks it in this time,” She thought. His eyes were ablaze with delight now, and his cheeks were flushed and glowing as Her glittery control spread across his obediently blank face.

Feeling Her own pleasure growing, the skillful hypnotist led Her creation deeper. Deeper. Then, Her finger moist with Her most divine nectar, applied one gentle caress along his poor, neglected cock. Instantly, She felt a surge of power rush into Her. It seemed to shoot up Her arm and spread instantly through Her. “What was that?” She thought, quickly recovering from the jolt. Deep within his pleasure-clouded eyes, She noticed a glimmer of pain; but such a willing glimmer. She repeated the caress, and again the surge of power gushed into Her. His cock glowed red as though burned, where her caresses had been. She saw this color spreading quickly down, deeply into his balls. In his eyes, She saw a war raging as the core of his masculinity tried in vain to defend itself. Using Her wonderful voice, the Dominatrix soothed and calmed Her pliable little pet, reassuring him that Her pleasure is his pleasure.

Excited by the physical sensations She felt as this slave’s will had flowed into Her, Marquesa decided to have even more fun. She was, after all, on vacation. She knelt over him, then lowered Herself so to make direct contact with the base of his shaft and his balls. His body stiffened instantly and She felt a tremendous inundation exploding into Her. The point of contact between them sizzled with electricity. She, Herself, felt transported into a Cosmic World, like a great library, filled with his knowledge, his every moving musical moment, his memories, his talent, his dreams…everything…and all for the taking. She simply thought: Music, and suddenly felt the “download” begin. Like a great Tsunami, all he had learned about Music History poured into Her. Theory, harmony, technique, classical, jazz, the “ear”…all of it rushing into Her, sometimes as a great crashing wave, sometimes like a hot bolt of lightning, sometimes like a gentle caress. The physical sensation She felt made Her shudder with…with…no, this male has no words for this. Consumed by Her own orgasmic pleasure, Marquesa’s eyes were closed. Her voice…silent. Just the wonderful flowing continued, and continued.

Marquesa opened Her eyes and looked at Her wonderful, obedient prodigy. She wondered if he could be experiencing the same feelings. “Could it be that he’s absorbing My great power?” She thought. She looked at the spreading redness moving slowly upward, reaching his neck. On a microscopic level, Her ultimate control was screaming through him. Engulf each cell, conquer it, enslave it, and drive on to the next. Soon the torrent would reach his brain. Perhaps this was his “choice” from Her great cosmic library. “You belong to Me now, don’t you, My pet?” She thought.

“Yes, Mistress” he answered!

She had merely thought the words! Marquesa looked into his cloudy eyes, and noticed that as She blinked, he blinked! His breathing matched Hers exactly! She placed one hand on Her chest, and the other on his. Heartbeats perfectly in sync! She was delighted by Her discovery, and a smile formed on Her lips. Her slave smiled too.

She carefully and skillfully brought him from his deep, hypnotic slumber, leaving him forever helpless to Her captivation.

After Her self-confident servant left, the talented Marquesa made a mental note to “contact” sam, a brilliant computer applications engineer she knew. For now, however, Marquesa thought She might just find a piano somewhere, and play a beautiful Mozart Sonata She’d just learned. “Or maybe some Rock ‘n Boogie” She laughed. After all, She was on vacation.