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?“

“Yes Goddess,” he pants.  He can barely talk through his arousal.  “Except You said it better than I can.”

“Veeerrry Goood!!!   NOOWW..Please Take a Deeeep Breath..annd…Ree-LAXX and CONTINUE!”

Obediently, Larry takes a deep breath and, after a short pause, resumes his tale,  “As time went by, I began to fantasize about finding a Strong Woman.  I figured — I knew — that, somewhere, there Jusst HAD to be a Powerful Lady like the one I dreamed of, but I was always frustrated because, even though I searched for a long, long time, I could never find Her.  Once — it was hard for me to do and it took a long time to do it — but I screwed up my courage and shared my fantasy with a girl who seemed nice and, especially, Strong — and She was very good looking — but not as good looking as You…” he adds hastily, “…and She just laughed at me.  I felt ashamed, embarrassed, crushed.  I knew She’d be telling her friends about my fantasy — which She did! — and I knew it, because I could feel them all laughing at me behind my back.  I felt terrible — discouraged, down and out — and frustrated.  Yet despite these feelings, my longing for my Strong Woman and my fantasies still kept getting stronger and more intense, more insistent and relentless, and having no one to share them with, I felt lonely, very lonely.  The only place I could visit my Strong Woman was in my dreams, in my imagination, where no nasty, mean-spirited person could betray me and laugh at me and make fun of me or hurt me.  In desperation, I finally went to a psychiatrist, and we explored my fantasy for awhile, and he told me I had some kind of syndrome which I’ve forgotten the name of.  But then he did me a favor; he asked me if I really wanted to follow up on this fantasy, and, obviously, I told him I did, and so he said he couldn’t guarantee anything, but he gave me Your name and address.  He said You were Very Strong and that if You looked upon me with favor, You could help me more — much more — than he ever could, and he wished me luck — and then he told me not to come back because he didn’t want to see me any more.”

Marquesa understands, and Her heart goes out to Larry.  The anonymous shrink who dispatched him to Her doorstep truly did Larry a favor, a huge favor.  “Do you have a family, Larry?”

“No, Goddess.  Both my parents passed away twenty years ago.  I had a sister, but ten years ago she died of a drug overdose, so I’m alone.”

Hmmm!   “So Larry, where do you live?  And do you have a roommate?”

“I live in an apartment a few miles away.  And no, Goddess, I live alone.”

“How do you support yourself?”

“I do odd jobs.  I worked at a restaurant as a short order cook and waiter, but the tips were almost nothing, so after awhile, I went back to doing odd jobs.  I make enough money — just enough — to feed and house myself, but no more.”

“So what are you good at?”

“I’m not sure what I’m good at.  I thought I was a pretty good handyman, but none of the people who hired me wanted me back.  I thought I was a pretty good cook, but the owner of the restaurant fired me and hired a younger woman who was better looking.  I thought I was a very good waiter — I tried so hard to..to serve — to please my customers — but waitresses who were better looking always got much better tips.”

Hmmm….The words Larry has chosen to describe how he sought to take care of his customers do not pass by Marquesa unnoticed.  “What would you do do if you found your..Strong Woman?”

“I’d hope She would let me take care of Her place and do as She wants.  I especially hope She would make me obey Her.  No…I especially hope She would Compel me to obey Her.  That would be very exciting…”

A sudden insight prompts Marquesa to ask,  “Larry, have you ever been with? — have you ever..slept..with..a woman?”   Instead of answering, Larry hesitates and then looks down.  Marquesa can tell he feels embarrassed, perhaps too ashamed to answer, but still, She wants Her question answered, and so, to elicit a response, She fondles his cock gently and explains in a motherly, *Sooothing Voice*, “It’s OK, Larry.  I’m not here to hurt you…or make fun of you…or judge you…You can..*Tell Meee!!* — There’s no right or wrong answer.  You can..TRUST MEEE!!…The *OWNLY* thing EYYE require is that you..BE HONEST! — BE..COMPLEETELY HONEST!! with MEEE!”  Do you..*Unnderrstannd*??   Her Voyycce oozes calming, comforting, tranquilizing unguents.

In reply, Larry breaks down and cries.  His crying lasts quite awhile, probably because no Woman has ever given him the opportunity to unburden himself, and Marquesa, owing to the power of *Her Touch* and *Her Tone* and *Her Words*, has elicited a massive outpouring of raw emotion in a very short time.  From Her years of clinical practice, Marquesa recognizes what is going through him and knows he has to get this pain out, and so She waits patiently and remains respectfully silent until he finishes.  At last, tears still running down his face, Larry sobs, “When I asked that girl if She would be my Strong Woman and She laughed at me, made fun of me, I became afraid to ask anyone else.  I was afraid they all would do just as she did.  And I couldn’t bear the pain of being laughed at.”  Still sniffling, he continues. “I’ve never been with a woman, never slept with one, and if I did, I wouldn’t even know what to do. I feel ashamed to tell you this, but it’s all true.”

Marquesa knows that, painful though it is to speak, Larry is telling the truth, and She recognizes him for the broken man he is.  His parents probably did next to nothing to boost his ego, and his experience at the hands of the unfeeling bitch who betrayed and mocked him had to have devastated him emotionally.  And yet, despite his awkward, downcast, gloomy demeanor, Her sixth sense tells Her that there’s yet more — perhaps much more — to this funny little man — this little virgin! — who came knocking on Her door.  She is grateful — though not at all surprised — that, under Her sure guidance, he has come to trust Her enough to unburden himself of material so personal and sensitive that most other men would undergo hours of torture before sharing.  Playing a hunch, She asks, “Have you ever tried to amuse people, tell stories or in any other way entertain them?”

“Not much.”  His brow furrowed in thought, Larry pauses a few moments, then, like an eager child, brightens with a hopeful face.  “The most I ever did — well, the most attention I ever got — was when I was in grade school and middle school.  I found I could do something nobody else could do.  My classmates thought it was silly and yucky — and just weird — but they loved to watch me do it.”

This intrigues Marquesa.  Figuring She has seen just about anything, Her curiosity is nonetheless piqued, and having explored this far, She is willing to discover what peculiar or unusual talent he might possess.  Besides, he did come knocking on Her door to see the Goddess Marquesa.   “Soo…What did you do?”

“I can still do it,” he proclaims proudly. “When I stick out my tongue I can reach the tip above the tip of my nose.  Want to see?” he asks, hopefully.

What the hell!  Marquesa thinks.  “Yes, SHOW ME!”

“OK.  Here goes…”  And with that, he sticks out his tongue.  Long and supple, his tongue curls upward, like a dog’s — or, maybe, a lizard’s — and, sure enough, it reaches beyond the tip of his nose to perhaps half an inch above the nostrils.  To Marquesa, this act appears positively reptilian, and upon viewing it, She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.  Never before has She seen anything like this; certainly, none of Her subjects can perform this bizarre, dubious feat.

Seeing Her obvious incredulity, Larry’s face falls, because, after he was politely invited into Goddess Marquesa’s abode, which he never expected at all, He was hoping to impress this extremely Nice, Beautiful, and Very Strong Woman, and, up to now, he sensed that his ‘audition’ was going tolerably well.  Despite being strongly admonished, which, coming from Her, he judges a good thing, She hasn’t dismissed him out of hand.  And, more important, She hasn’t laughed at him or mocked him.  Rather, She has treated him with compassion, courtesy, kindness and respect, graces, all of them, which he has seldom, if ever, been accorded.  Yet, judging from the look on Her face, his sole noteworthy accomplishment clearly hasn’t impressed this Attentive and Welcoming Lady in the slightest.  Crestfallen, he retracts his tongue, and becomes more downcast than ever.

But, seeing that long, supple, rubbery lingual appendage being drawn back into Larry’s mouth, a sudden transformation comes over Marquesa.  Something in his tongue’s sensuous, elastic movement triggers Her erotic senses and turns on a light in the pleasure center of Her mind.  Her attention thus captured, She commands, “EYYE want to see that once more:   DO THAT AGAIN!”    Her authoritative tone commands Instant! obedience, and so, Larry, although a bit puzzled, dutifully obeys, once more thrusting his tongue, all elastic, elongated and supple, outward and upward, so that once again its tip comes to rest at the same spot above his nostrils, and after a few seconds, he retracts it.  Totally intrigued, and now virtually mesmerized by its rubbery reptilian resilience, Marquesa commands, “DO THAT AGAIN!…Slooowwwlee…Veeerrry Veeerrry Slooowwwlee...And make your tongue go UPP…as far UPP as you can make it reach… Really PUSH IT UPP!!…as far as you can.”  Puzzled, though more than happy to oblige, Larry once more repeats his feat of lingual dexterity, this time in slow motion.  Thanks to his efforts — and he does this to please this Nice Lady — he coaxes perhaps an additional eighth inch of extension from his tongue.  “Veeerrry Gooood!!!...And Now,” She asks, “While your tongue is in this position, can you..Wiggle the tip back and forth?”   By way of reply, the tip wiggles back and forth just a bit.  “Gooood!!!!..Veeerrry Goood!!!”

Enthralled and impressed, Her pussy beginning to moisten uncontrollably, Marquesa watches in rapt fascination as he retracts his oral appendage.  She has seen enough.  Wasting no time, she commands, “STAND UP!!…GRAB YOUR CLOTHES AND YOUR SHOES, AND BRING THAT CUSHION from the couch, and..FOLLOW MEEE!!”  Wordlessly, his quiet demeanor unchanged, Larry complies.  She leads him back into Her Special Playroom, a windowless space sited away from the outer walls of Her house to insure any sounds issuing forth from within it could never reach them.   Closing the door behind them, She turns on the light, revealing a dimly lit chamber with the feel of a Victorian era study.  Seating Herself comfortably on a couch upholstered in heavy latex rubber sheeting, She leans back and instructs him, “PLACE YOUR CLOTHES ON THIS TABLE,” indicating with a wave of Her hand where She desires them to rest,  “NOOWW!!…REMOVE YOUR UNDERPANTS!!…FOLD THEM AND PLACE THEM WITH YOUR CLOTHES.”  Wordlessly, Larry complies.  “NEXT, EYYE WANT YOU..TO SET THE CUSHION DOWN BETWEEN MYYY LEGS, and..KNEEL ON IT!!…And NOW PLACE YOUR ARMS AT YOUR SIDES.”  Her blood is up, and, in Her eagerness to move things along, She is suddenly intolerant of delay.  “HURRY UP!”  She admonishes testily.  “EYYE AM GROWING IMPATIENT.”   Meekly, silently, Larry complies.  If before he vaguely felt himself falling under the fog of Her sway, he is about be engulfed by a tidal wave.

While Larry positions himself as She commanded, Marquesa reaches down with one hand and deftly opens and widens the split in the crotch of Her rubber pants, and with the other, She reaches out behind his neck and suddenly pulls his head forward, his face coming down hard onto Her pussy.  Instantly, his olfactory receptors are assaulted by the mingled, heady, powerful scents of rubber and Marquesa’s perfume.  Intoxicating though he finds them, She allows him no chance to enjoy them, because just now, this Very Strong Woman has something else on Her mind — sheer carnal delight and gratification.  “LICK!!”  She commands.  “LICK!!!…PLEASE MEEE!!…PLEASURE MEEE!!!…STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE AS YOU’VE NEVER EXTENDED IT BEFORE AND RUN IT UP AND DOWN THE LIPS OF MYYY PUSSY…NOOW INNTO MYYY PUSSY…NOW RUN THE TONGUE OVER AND AROUND MYYY CLIT…Yeeessss!!!…Yeeessss!!!…BACK INTO MYYY PUSSY…AS FAR IN AS YOU CAN MAKE IT REACH…NOW!! UP AND DOWN THE LIPS ONCE MORE…”  And so She guides Larry, coaching him as he’s never quite been coached before.  Rewarded by the rich, earthy scent of Her pussy mingled with the heady, sulfurous odor of rubber, and the taste of Her sweet nectar, both of them sensations he has NEVER smelt or tasted — much less imagined — Larry is in total ecstasy, and his cock has become erect and rock hard.  He’d very much like to touch it, play with it, and to savor the exotic, sensuous tastes he just sampled, but NOT NOW!!  Marquesa needs more, demands more, and pushes him on.  His is the best — the most satisfying — tongue to ever have ventured into Her vaginal confines. Certainly, it has ventured deeper than any other.  Yeeesss!!!!  Easily the best.  By far the best. And She is only getting started!

While Marquesa guides Larry with Her words and hands, a massive SEXXX!ual frenzy suddenly comes over Her, prompting Her guidance to become much more enthusiastic — and more frenziedly and uncontrollably physical.  Placing Her hands on each side of his head, She deftly steers the movement of his tongue in a manner to Her liking; by and by, after Her pussy and his tongue have settled into a rhythm that pleases Her most, She clasps Her fingers together behind his head, and positively yanks his face as close to her Pussy as She can, thereby tugging his talented tongue as far inside Her as possible.  From this enhanced intimacy, his resulting efforts rouse Her still more, triggering a surge of adrenalin and endorphins that causes Her to pull his face to Her pubis and his tongue into Her pussy — with all Her might…tighter…Tighter…Tighter Still, summoning all the energy and strength She can muster.  In fact, She now pulls his face into Her pussy so tightly that he can hardly breathe.  Yet, despite his discomfiture and the decreasing amount of oxygen he can take in, Larry’s tongue does its work exceptionally well, lapping Her pussy even better than Marquesa had imagined.  With a cruel smile on Her face, borne in equal parts by the uncontrolled frenzy that has come over Her and to a lesser extent by his corresponding — and clearly evident — discomfiture at Her hands, Marquesa begins to moan and squirm and writhe in sheer ecstasy.  Her gluteal muscles unconsciously contract in synchrony with Her vaginal muscles, and Her ass reflexively begins to thrust Her pussy up to envelop the face She pulls so tightly into it.

Suddenly letting go of his head, Marquesa pulls his arms up over Her hips and directs his fingers onto Her nipples, which She has him begin to pinch and twist.  To prevent his face from losing its intimate contact with Her pussy, She crosses Her legs behind his neck, interlocking Her ankles behind it and squeezing Her highly muscled thighs, so that Her legs effectively push his face into Her pussy even more tightly, more completely, than when She pulled it with Her hands.  With his face thus imprisoned between Her legs and Her pussy, Larry, physically speaking, is completely in Her Power — and She knows it and savors it.  Looking down into his eyes, the awareness of Her overwhelming Power surging up and down Her body, nectar spurts from Her pussy into his mouth.  Through a waning consciousness spawned by lack of oxygen. Larry is tasting Her warm, sweet juice, and just as he is vaguely thinking Hers a taste to his liking, She climaxes, commanding him, “LICK MEEE!!!…LICK MEEE!!” Grabbing his hands, She pinches his fingers over Her nipples and continues.  “LICK MEE!!!…PLEAZZE MEE!!!…PLEAZZE MEE!!!…MORE!!…MORE!!!…MORE!!!…YEEEESSSS!!...YEEEEESSSS!!…YEEEESSSS!!!”   Under Her expert, sure guidance, Larry helps Her sustain a singularly spectacular oral climax, arguably the best She’s ever experienced, until the erotic crescendo abates, Her SEXXX!-ual energy having finally consumed itself.  Momentarily spent, Her body sweating and hot from exertion, Her chest heaving, and gasping for breath, Marquesa releases Larry from the prison of Her pussy, and as She savors Her euphoric post-climax intoxication, the two of them struggle to bring fresh oxygen into their lungs, and a curious random thought enters Her consciousness: This certainly beats paying bills.  Inwardly, She smiles.

Through all this, and despite his difficulty breathing, Larry’s cock remains hard and firm.  Through the afterglow of Her climax and despite Her exhaustion, Marquesa senses this, and an intuitive voice inside Her tells Her that now the time has come to take control of Larry once and for all:  His talents are simply too good, and She cannot allow them to languish any more — or elsewhere.  With Her legs still locked around his neck, virtually imprisoning him, She looks down at his head and, with both hands, lifts his head back it so that he is now looking up into Her face, not into Her pussy.  Running Her fingers sensuously over his temples, Her chest still heaving, She manages to say, “Larry…A little while ago you told MEEE you were looking for a Beautiful, *Strronng Woman* to serve, to take orders from, to OBEY!!  Do..you think..EYYE am ..*Beautiful*..enough for you?”

“Oh, Yes!”  he gasps.

She continues, “Do..you think MEEE…*STRRONNG*..enough?”

“Yes,” he replies, barely whispering because Her trained, muscular legs almost choke him.  Through constant workout, She keeps Her legs — indeed, She scrupulously keeps all Her body’s musculature from Her knees up to Her navel rock hard, so hard, in fact, that if She chose to, She could probably break Larry’s neck by squeezing it with those legs.  Still trying to catch his breath, he desperately sucks what little oxygen he can into his lungs.

Marquesa’s earlier SEXXX!ual frenzy, though partially dissipated, still lingers to the extent that it still exercises significant impact over Her thoughts and actions.  For sheer amusement and to reinforce in Larry’s mind Her strength — Her *Physical Power* — She gives his neck an extra tight squeeze with Her legs, and the pressure really hurts.  “Is *that*..STRRONNNG enough for you, Larry?“  She persists, as Her lips part in unkind enjoyment, Her pussy starts to become moist all over again, and the cruel, sadistic smile that often accompanies Her exercise of raw SEXXX!ual  Power comes once more over Her face.

“Yes!” he gasps, almost breathless.  His prior labors were carried out with less oxygen than usual, because, with his face buried in Her lap, he has had a difficult time breathing.

“Yes, GODDESSSS!!!“ She admonishes, giving his neck an extra tight squeeze to bring home Her point.  “You know better than that, don’t you?”  Her teeth clenched from the effort, still breathing deeply, and Her pussy dripping, Her sadistic smile broadens.

“Yes, Goddess!”   He corrects himself.  So tight is Her grip that he can barely get his words out.

“That’s better,” She replies, easing Her crushing leg-hold on his neck.  Taking a couple of deep breaths, She resumes, Her tone reverting back from raw intimidation to gentle persuasion.   “What..you’re telling MEEE, Larry, is that..EYYE am evvv-reee-thinng you have evv-err wannted…evvv-reee-thinng you’ve evv-err dreamed of — that..EYYE represent — EYYE Em-BODDY Evv-reee-thinng you’ve fantasized about — Evv-reee-thinng you’ve masturbated over for years and years…EYYE EM-BODDY YOUR DREAMS…EYYE AMM EVV-REEE-THINNG YOU’VE  EVV-ERR  WANTED — WANTED DESS-PERATELY — ALL THROUGH YOUR LIFE…In other words, Larry…*EYYE*AM*YOUR*FANNTASY*COME*TO*LIFE* — *EYYE*AM*YOUR*DREAM*COME*TRUE*!!…Amm EYYE..Correct?”

“Yes, Goddess!”  Despite his shortness of breath, he replies with genuine excitement.  Fortunately — for him — Larry seems to have recalled with the utmost clarity his hostess’s earlier admonition regarding the manner in which She prefers to be addressed, thereby sparing himself further discomfort.  Blissfully naive, he is unaware that he also has become Her living puppet and SEXX!  Toy.  For Her part, Marquesa always finds it amazing how, by changing the tone of Her voice, She can swiftly alter the mode and energy level of an encounter.  Keenly aware of the impact She has produced, She instantly recognizes and gets quickly aroused by this simple, direct manifestation of Her Power.  So much does She savor seeing these results that it brings another surge of moisture to Her pussy.

“Goood!!!…Veeerrry Goood!!!”  She responds.    Larry’s knack for selecting the most appropriate words of response seem to have magically effected his immediate comfort, because, as She praises his response, he feels Her crushing leg vise on his neck coming undone.  Silently, Marquesa rises from the couch and indicates he now rise and seat himself on the spot where She had been sitting.  Leaning back on the sofa, he feels the warmth left by Her body and gratefully takes the opportunity to suck a few deep lungfuls of air into his lungs.  Together, the warmth and the welcome oxygen serve to calm him, enabling him relax just a bit.  Which is exactly what Marquesa wants.  Returning the ottoman to the spot facing him from which She sat before, She perches Herself comfortably on it, and, with a theatrical flourish, points Her finger between Her eyes.  Looking intently into his eyes, She continues,  “LOOK INTO MYYY EYES AND..LISTEN!! — LISTEN..CLOSSELLY!!..TO MEEE.   Now, Larry, EYYE believe EYYE heard you tell MEEE that..You wanted to..BEE WITH…wanted to SERRVE..a Beautiful, Strong Woman — a Commannndinng Woman — an Extraordinary Woman — who would tell you what to do — who would give you orders.  This Woman — The Woman of your Dreams and Fanntasies — This Woman would tell you..HOW TO LIVE YOUR LIFE…AM EYYE CORRECT??”   Much as it flatters Her to know some shrink believes She can truly meet Larry’s needs, She wants — and needs — to be very sure Larry believes that as well, and so, as much as She desires the approval of his inner mind, She desires equally to secure his verbal assent.

“Yes, Goddess.”

“And so, Larry, from what you are telling MEE..YOU REALLY WANT — YOU *DESPERATELY* WANT — A STRONNG WOMAN — A VEERRRY STRONNG  WOMAN — TO..DIRECKT YOUR LIFE — TO..ORDER YOUR LIFE — TO..KONNTROLL YOUR VERY EXISTENCE…AM EYYE..*Correct*??“

“Yes, Goddess.  Except you said it better than EYYE can.”

“Yeeessss!!!…Jussst as EYYE thought.”  The sadistic smile was never broader.  Her breath shortens in anticipation.  “Well, Larry, what would you say if EYYE told you that..ifff…IFFFF…YOU ARE..ABBB-So-LUTE-Lee SURE THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT…THEN EYYE WILL TAKE..ABBB-So-LOUTE ..TOTALL!  KON-TROLL OVV YOUU...That’s Right!!!!…EYYE WILL PLACE YOU — LEAD YOU — Once and For ALLL, Irretrievably and Forever, into MYYY POWWERR, UNDER MYYY CONTROL — DEEEEP INTO MYYY POWWERR — DEEEEP UNDER MYYY ABSOLUTE, TOTAL CONTROL…Annd soooo…What do you say..to that?”