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?

Walking from the kitchen over to the entrance hall, She steps up to the front door, and opening it, She finds a nondescript man, approaching middle age, hunched over and looking downward.  Not the most impressive physical specimen, She thinks,  Not by a long shot.  His clothes are clean, but well used — he could never be mistaken for a natty dresser.  Clean shaven, he carries a bit of paunch and sports a receding hairline that takes half an inch off his height, perhaps 5’8″.  On first impression, he looks like a schmo.  Having never met him before, She wonders what brings this geeky looking fellow to Her doorstep.  If he’s soliciting, She isn’t interested.  However, She is never rude, and, sensing no anger or malice in Her visitor, She greets him quizzically but courteously, “Yes?  Can I help you?”  Though polite, Her tone conveys no tolerance for nonsense.

His reply captures Her attention instantly.  “A-Are Y-You the G-Goddess M-Marq-quesa?” he stammers nervously, looking up at Her in awkward eagerness.

“Some may..ADDRESS MEEE..THAT WAY!”  She answers, Her curiosity thoroughly aroused by his question.  Most of the time She spends in public finds Her clad in mufti because She neither needs nor wants to call undue attention to Herself or Her lifestyle, and so Her visitor, by inquiring after Her by using Her fetish name, has effectively — and instantly — garnered himself Her fullest attention.  She continues, “Why do you ask?”  Some undefinable quality in Her tone demands a truthful reply.

“I-I-I was told to c-contact You,” stutters Her visitor, looking down.

“You were told to contact MEEE…By whomm?”  Reflexively, Marquesa repeats his words back to him, building rapport.

“B-By my psy-psy-psychiatrist.”

“By your psychiatrist?”  His answer piques Her curiosity even more. “Whatever for?”

“B-Because he says You can h-help me m-m-much, much b-b-better — Y-You can do m-more for me th-than he can.”

Hmmmm!  This could be interesting.  Marquesa wants to learn more.  As She addresses him, she speaks slowly and enunciates distinctly, “He says..EYYE can can help you — annd that..EYYE can..do more for you than he can…I seee.”  Marquesa continues to build rapport, and sensing from Her visitor’s response to Her words that She has now made sufficient inroads in this area, She moves to take control of this meeting.  “Well…I’m..Curious, and I’m sure..You, tooo, are *Curiouss* — *Veeerrry, Veeerrry Curiouss*.  So why don’t you..COME IN..and SIT DOWN!..and MAKE YOURSELF *Commfortable* so that we can chat..in commforrt and in quietude.”  She extends Her hand invitingly.  Her invitation, posed as a question, is voiced as a COMMAND! — one that is coated in Her most genteel voice, at once empathizing, sooothinng and welcoming.  How could any man refuse Her invitation?  Docilely, wordlessly, and despite the evident nervousness She can see and sense running up and down his body, Her visitor enters, and, silently, She guides him to Her living room, then bids him to seat himself on a sofa, and ‘suggests‘ he spread his legs.  After pausing in a moment of reflection, Marquesa walks across to the two large picture windows that open the room to the outdoors and closes the blinds just enough to allow suitable illumination yet provide a satisfactory measure of intimacy and privacy.  An ominous portent of things to come, perhaps?  We’ll just have to wait and find out.  Lastly, with effortless grace, She slides a nearby ottoman between Her visitor’s legs, and, seating Herself on it, faces him.

As She sizes him up, his inherent subservience instantly captures Her attention, and a strong suspicion is forming in Her mind as to why he appeared at Her door.  And despite the calming, soothing tone of Her voice, She still can viscerally feel him radiating acute inquietude.  Knowing this anxiety interferes with his ability to function in Her presence, She realizes She must address this blockage immediately.  Reaching out, Marquesa tenderly places Her left hand under his chin, and, as much to keep him from looking down as to direct his focus upon Her face, She gently raises his gaze to meet Hers.  Looking directly into his eyes with Her most compassionate smile, Marquesa quietly commands, “NOOOWWW!!  Jusssst Make yourself..*Commfortable!* — *Veerrry Commfortable!!*…annd..Simm-plee Ree–LAXXX!!...Veeerrry Gooood!!!…Annnd..Nooww..Take a Deeeeep Breath!!…”  She pauses to allow him to inhale, and She inhales with him, pacing his breathing.   She is delighted to see him return Her smile, knowing from long experience that he has unconsciously begun to follow Her lead, and, more, that now he is Hers — if She wants him.  “…And let it out…Annd…NOOW..Deeeep Breath Again…”  As he complies, She also inhales deeply and loudly, continuing to mirror his breathing. “...annd Jussst Ree–LAXXX!!…Veeerrry Goood!!…There, NOOWW…Doesn’t that make You..Feeeel morre Callm and Ree-LAXXX–ed?”

“Y-Yes,” he stutters.

                    “Veeerrry Gooood!!!…NOOWW…LOOK INTO MYYY EYES!!…And Make Yourself..*Eee-ven Morre..Comm-fortable!* as *Comm-fortable* as you posssibly can…Annd..Jussst Ree-LAXXXX!…Ree-LAXXXX! as Deeeep-Leee as you posssibly can.”   In marked contrast to the underlying firmness and authority of Her commands, Her voice oozes the most soothing unguents She can summon up.  As commanded, Her visitor gazes into strikingly mesmeric emerald eyes, so visually captivating that, once it has been returned, their glance renders them exceedingly difficult for the recipient to look away from.  He also responds instantly to the change in Her tone of voice, visibly becoming much more at ease, and settling himself comfortably.  “Veerry Gooood!!”  Having satisfactorily secured his attention and comfort, Marquesa continues, “Nooww, EYYE have a few eazzee, simmple questions to ask you, and…” Shifting momentarily back into Her commanding tone, She goes on,”…YOU WILL ANSWER MYYY QUESTIONS..Truthfully and Commpleetely.  You will speak..Comm-fortably and Eazzilee..and..You will speak..with total confidence!…and with commpleete self-assurance!..knowing that..There is no Incorrect Answer — there is no Right or Wrong Answer...as long as..YOU ARE..*Commpleetelee Truuthfull*.  Annd…As long as..YOU ARE..Commpleetelee Truuthfull..with MEEE..You will..PLEASE MEEE!!  You will..PLEASE MEEE GREATLY!!…And so..Do you..*Unnderrstannd?*”   This last question is partly rhetorical and partly because She desires his oral assent.  Also, She is setting him up for what She strongly expects to be Her pretext to assert permanent control over him.

“Yes,” he responds.

Exxcellent!!  He replied as She had expected, falling into Her trap.  An omission in his response must be corrected — immediately.  Speaking politely but with a restrained firmness in Her tone that leaves no doubt as to the Hidden Strength — the Raw Power — behind it, Marquesa informs Her visitor, “When EYYE met you at MYYY door, you addressed MEEE as *Goddess* Marquesa..And so, from this moment on..YOU WILL..CONTINUE TO..ADDRESS MEEE AS..*Goddess*.  Therefore, the *Correct* answer to MYYY Question is, ‘Yes, *Goddess!*’  NOOWW…Do you..*Unnderstannd*?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“And from now on,” She continues, “THE *Correct* ANSWER TO ALLL MYYY QUESTIONS WILL BE EITHER, ‘Yes, Goddess!’ or ‘No, Goddess!’   Do you..*Unnderstannd*?”  She delivers this question in a decidedly ominous tone.  Intimidation is a useful weapon in her arsenal.

“Yes, Goddess.”  No hesitation whatever in his reply.

                  “Verry Goood!!!”  Resuming Her soothing tones, Marquesa continues Her interrogation, “NOOWW…You said your psychiatrist recommended that you..*COME..to MEEE*..so..TELL MEE, Please, WHYY he sent you..TO MEEE?”  Although the twin questions as to the identity of the psychiatrist and how he knew Her name and presence weigh on Her mind, She decides to let them ride for the moment.  They can wait.

The answer comes tumbling out of his mouth, “I’m not sure how to say this, Goddess, but for a long, long time, I’ve had an uncontrollable desire — an overpowering need — to find a Beautiful STRONG Woman, a *Commanding* Woman..to take orders from.”  His earlier stammering and stuttering have disappeared.  “I need to take orders and commands from Her, I want Her — I NEED HER — to run my life.  This desire became a compulsion, and for the longest time it has been growing larger and larger inside me.  But, somehow, it didn’t seem right.  I thought there was something unnatural about it, which is why I started to see the psychiatrist.  We discussed this urge for a long time, and after we thoroughly explored it, he finally told me that You can help me far more than he can — so he sent me here.”

His reply raises the hair on the back of Marquesa’s neck.  “Your psychiatrist did you a favor,” She responds dryly, then adds more earnestly,  “You have no idea..Jussst how *Lucky* — how Veeerrry..Veeerrry *Lucky* you are.”  Wasting not a moment, and addressing her visitor’s stated, pressing need to follow orders, She now gives him a string of commands.  “EYYE want you..to..DO THREE THINGS FOR MEEE..RIGHT NOOWWW!!   Eyye want you..to..REMOVE..ALLL YOUR CLOTHES..except your underpants.  Then, you will..FOLD YOUR CLOTHES.  Eyye dislike untidiness, and so, after you have folded your clothes, you will..PLACE THEM NEATLY in this chair, and YOU WILL..DO THESE THREE THINGS..NOOWW!!”   Hers is what the military call the Command Voice, which they prize for its great power, because, in part, when its possessor also is blessed with a stout pair of lungs and a voice that carries a long distance, it can be readily heard on parade grounds and over battlefield noise, but, much more important, because the tone — the vibe — in which it is delivered brooks no argument:  within that tone resides some indefinable quality which instantly quashes any active or lingering resistance among all who hear it.  Some officers and sergeants have been blessed with the Command Voice, and Hitler and Rasputin certainly possessed it — few could resist their commands.  Although Marquesa’s *Command Voice* wouldn’t carry all that well over battlefield noise (and, given Her circumstances, there’s no need for that, anyway!), it possesses in spades that special quality that demands and compels instant compliance from listeners, and simultaneously smothers any innate urge to question or resist.  In other words, Her *Command Voice* is an inborn, natural asset that amplifies and marvelously complements Her naturally assertive, dominant personality and, especially, Her Hypnotic skills — and through them, Her innate ability to control anyone — especially men.  Just now, Her commands are given not out of whim:  rather, at the outset of this engagement, She wants to instill both the expectation and the habit of Obedience in Her (possibly) soon-to-be subject.  Delivered reflexively, unconsciously, and honed through thousands of previous encounters with men whose lives She would soon completely dominate and master, Her *Command Voice* certainly works exceptionally well on Her visitor.  With neither a word of objection nor the slightest hesitation over the seeming impropriety of Her edict to undress himself, as though Her voice had completely suspended his capacity to consider, reason, or even to reflect on — much less resist — Her words, he complies and turns expectantly back towards Her, anticipating Her next order.  With unspoken approval, Marquesa notes his instant response to Her command and, most gratifying, his anticipation of the one that seems sure to follow.  Yeeesss!!!  She also notes that He has become erect.  Veerrry Goood!!  Her earlier suspicion was spot-on.  Smiling inwardly, Her earlier business is suddenly forgotten, and Her pussy is becoming very moist.  ‘I think he’ll be staying here awhile. Yeeessss!!!

Marquesa now commands, “SIT DOWN! where you sat before…Veerrry Goood!!!…And NOOWW CLOSE YOUR EYES!…AND..EMMPTY YOUR MIND! — COMPLEETELY..EMMPTY YOUR MIND!!…AND..YOU WILL..THINK NOTHING!! — THINNK NOTHINNG!!..EXXX-CEPPT WHAT..EYYE COMMAND YOU TO THINK…AND SO NOOWW!!..THINK *OWNLY* OF MEEE!! AND..YOUR FANTASIES..UNTIL EYYE RETURN.”  By mentioning his fantasies, Marquesa, in a roundabout way, directs his mind back to his childhood dreams and thereby regresses him into the visions that truly turn him on — and, ultimately, that led him to Her doorstep.  She adds, “EYYE shall return shortly.  In the meantime, YOU WILL..Jussst Ree-LAXXX!! AND..SIT QUIETLY!..AND..THINNK! AS EYYE HAVE COMMANDED YOU.”

And with that, Marquesa leaves the room.  Walking swiftly and silently to Her fetish dressing room, She practically tears off Her around-the-house togs and quickly pulls on a pair of short, tight fitting rubber pants with an open crotch, then dons a short rubber top that covers Her shoulders and boobs and extends below them down to about three inches above Her navel.  Next, She dons a pair of latex gloves with the fingertips removed.  All Her garments are jet black.  As She dons Her fetish garb, She feels Power — SEXXX!ual Powwerr — surging into Her, up and down, throughout Her entire body, and with that SEXXX!ual surge She instantly feels…Soooo Gooood!!…Soooo Energized!!…Soooo Powwerrfull!!…annd…Sooooo Arouzzed!!  Now, She swaps out Her flip flops for a pair of black, lightweight barefoot shoes with thin, flat rubber soles.  Perhaps it is the SEXXX!ual Powwerr running through Her, but, whatever the reason, She succumbs to a sudden urge to top Herself off by donning a black rubber hood that covers Her blonde hair but leaves Her face fully exposed.  The simple act of  pulling on the hood, She finds, amplifies the SEXXX!ual Powwerr — annd the sheer dominance — She projects over Her subjects — an effect She prizes greatly.  Finally, Marquesa hastily applies dark eye shadow to draw attention to Her emerald eyes, and dabs on just a hint of pheromone-laced perfume.  By the time She has finished, SEXXX!ual Powwerr literally oozes out of Her every pore — oozes Soooooo strongly She feels it intimately and viscerally.  Her pussy is moist.

Having transformed Herself into someone entirely different from the person who entered the dressing room just a few short minutes ago, and ready for action, Marquesa heads back to Her living room to formally receive Her guest.  As She enters the room, Her visitor sits just as She had expected when She left him, peacefully and half in trance.  Also, as She expected, he is partially erect.  Gooood!!!..Veerrry Gooood!!!!  Noiselessly, Her arousal increasing, Her pussy dripping, She moves directly in front of him.

“OPEN YOUR EYES AND..LOOK AT..MEEE!!” She commands.   His eyes open and, as they take in the sight of Her, clad in latex, he gasps in surprise and amazement — and delight.  Marquesa never tires of this reaction from Her first-time voyeurs.  “NOOWW..TELL MEEE,” She asks him, “The way EYYE now appear — Is that the way..you want the..Strong Woman of your fantasies to look??  BE HONEST!!”

“Y-Yes,” he stammers, not knowing quite what to say.  Somehow, She looks different…maybe because of Her rubber fetish attire.  In any event, he thinks, Marquesa is looking much, much…better than before.  Just then, his eye fastens on Her breasts, covered in thin, tight-fitting elastic, Her nipples pushing outward in bas relief against their second rubber skin, and he begins to wonder…

“Yes, Goddess!” She corrects, immediately ending his reverie.   Her tone of voice invokes the image of a cobra about to strike.  To emphasize Her point, She grabs his balls through his underpants and gives them a very tight squeeze, “EYYE don’t want to have to correct you again,” She hisses, “And you will want MEE to correct you..eevven leess.”

“Yes, Goddess!”  No hesitation, and for the first time, his reply is strong and firm.  Her firm tone, Her firm grip, and Her sultry, SEXXX!-yy looks — have fully captured his attention.  Though he would probably be unable to verbalize it, he suddenly feels overwhelmed by the sheer energy of this Strong Woman.  Perhaps it is due to the naturally dominant power She exudes, which affects all who come in contact with Her;; perhaps to the *touch* of Her hand as She led him into Her home; perhaps to the overpowering SEXXX!-ual energy, which emanates naturally from Her body and seeps like a heavy fog into his every pore; perhaps it stems from Her willingness to invite him into Her lair and hear him out without judging him — and,  unlike his psychiatrist, without being paid to listen — but some of these or all of these have swiftly filled him with, yes, curiosity, but also with wonder and appreciation and arousal, and have either awoken or brought forth within him a sudden, overpowering desire to PLEASE! and SERVE! this Extraordinary Woman.  In any event…

“That’s better!  MOVE OVER!”  As he moves to where She directs, Marquesa sits beside him, to his left.  Pulling his left arm around Her shoulder, as if they were on a date, She places his left hand directly on top of Her breast, so the center of his palm falls directly on Her nipple — She had noted his earlier gaze and seeming fascination with Her rubber-sheathed nipples and wishes to tantalize him — and his fingers naturally cup themselves around Her breast.  Reaching down, She places Her right hand on his underpants, right over his erect cock.  No!  That isn’t quite right, She admonishes Herself.  She pulls down the waistband of his underpants, exposing his cock and balls, and then grabs his cock firmly.  There!  That’s better!  Much better!!

Through the rubber fabric clinging to Her breast, Her visitor easily feeels its firmness and heft, along with the natural warmth that emanates from it.  With his left hand, he can..feeel Her nipple pressing into his palm, growing firm with desire.  He has never before felt — much less dreamed of — anything like this, and it’s safe to say that by placing his hand over Her breast, where it now rests, and with Her hand on his cock, Marquesa has fully captured his attention.  As She had expected, His cock responds, swelling up, filling Her hand and becoming increasingly firmer, stiffer.  Gooood!!!…Veeerrryy Goood!!!  For Her guest, this introduction marks a venture into territory previously undreamed, and it fully engages his His mental faculties, both his conscious and inner mind.  It also tends to prevent his mind from wandering…

Time to get down to business.  “NOWW, TELL ME YOUR NAME.”

“My name is Larry.”

“Veerry Goood!”  Conveying approval, Marquesa deftly massages his cock in a pleasing manner.  “TELL MEE, Larry, when first did YOU..begin to..Feeeel..the NEEEED TO..SERRVE a..*Strong Woman*?”  As She says *Strong Woman*, She deftly grabs his balls firmly and massages his cock with all the sensuality She can muster, at once conveying erotic carnality along with the unmistakable fact that..SHE IS IN CHARGE!

“I remember clearly,” he begins earnestly, his earlier hesitancy now gone.  “Back when I was a kid, when I was ten or eleven years old, I’d watch a TV show about a boy who was with a Strong Woman.”  At the words ‘Strong Woman’, Marquesa massages the cock in an especially pleasurable manner.  “I don’t know how they got together, or whether She was his mom or his guardian or just some lady he ran into, but She always wanted the boy to do as She wanted — to mind Her, to heed Her — even when he didn’t want to.  And he didn’t want to follow Her wishes.  Not at all.  Instead, he wanted to resist Her, tried to resist Her, but when he tried to stop Her from having him do as She commanded — and he tried very hard — She’d either stare at him in a strange, unexplainable way, or She’d say something mysterious and powerful, and he would give in, and then…he’d..Do Jusst as She Commanded — he’d Obey Her!   Like he had no mind, no will of his own.  It was like She had some *Mystical Power* over him.  She was ALLL-ways stronger.  Maybe Her will was stronger, maybe She did have some Power that took away his ability or his desire to resist, but..She ALLL-ways had Her way;  She ALLL-ways won out;  She ALLL-ways overcame, ALLL-ways prevailed.  And when She did, I liked that; She — or maybe Her Power — made me..feeel..different — made my cock tingle in a strange wonderful way.  Later, when I got older and started to jerk off, and when the Strong Woman…” [Marquesa again gives his cock an extremely pleasurable fondle.”]…would force the boy to do as She commanded, She would always have Her way,  with Her stare, Her voice, Her manner — all these made my cock tingle more and more, and made me..feeel..SEXXX!ually exxcited.  Whenever She won — which was every time — it would do something deep inside me, it would make me tingle all over, especially when the boy put all his energy into resisting Her, but She ALLL-ways won out, and each time She prevailed, She excited me all over, and I’d jerk off.  She really got me off.  Then, I began to imagine myself as the boy in the show trying to resist Her.  I saw myself filled with great strength and power, and trying my hardest to withstand Her will, but I never had quite enough strength or endurance or the will to resist, and Somehow the Strong Woman ALLL-ways Overcame me — ALLL-ways Overcame my will — ALLL-ways had Her way.  I Jusst HAD TO OBEY!!  Her.  Had to carry out Her orders.  And…”

Marquesa interrupts, asking, “So let MEEE see, Larry, if EYYE have this correct??   Does the act of..Tryy-inng..to resist *the Strong Woman*…[When She mentions his *Strong Woman,* Marquesa once again fondles his cock in Her most pleasurable manner]...of your fantasy and then feeelinng *the Strong Woman*…[Again, as She mentions *feeeling the Strong Woman,*  She fondles his cock with carnal sensuality so overpowering that Larry feels ready to melt in Her hands]…over-COME you — Impose Her Will on you — represents the..**Clyy-maxx**..of your fantasy?”  As he nods Yes!, Marquesa punctuates Her words and thoughts with special ministrations to his cock and balls.  She can sense — can literally feeel — the effects of Her punctuation instantly!  Yeeesss!!...A Veeerrry ree-sponsive subject.  She doesn’t give him the chance to speak — She continues on, keeping him in his fantasy, now regressing him.] “EYYE Understand.  Sooooo then…Jusssst..GO BACK!..GO BACK IN TIME NOOWWW!!..AND..*IMAAGINE* that *Spesshaill* TV Show — SEE that  *Spesshiall* TV Show — ANND..SEEE YOURSELF..in that show — in that show — as the boy..tryy-inng..tryy-innng NOOWWW to ree-zzist *The Strong Woman* — tryy-inng to ree-zzist Her *Superior Powwerr*…tryy-inng with ALLLL Your Might! — with ALLLL your determination — with ALLLL the power and energy you can summon up — and NOOWW, having now given the effort your all, FEEEL Her — FEEEL that *Strong Woman* NOOOWWW..besting you — FEEEEL Her ..Soooo Strronnng — Soooo Powwerrfull — Jussst FEEEL HER..Over-powering you — Over-COME-ing you — so that the act of being Over–COME — even despite ree-ZISSS-tinng — despite battling *Her Power* with ALLLL your will and strength and with ALLLL the grit and determination you can muster — when NOOWW..you..feeel yourself..Su-RENN-DERR-inng TO HER — Sub-MITT-ing TO HER — Suc-CUMM-inng TO HER…”