“Why have you come here?” Goddess Marquesa asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered, and it was the truth. She had agreed to a private meeting with me only after much pleading, but I could not identify the root of my pressing need. “The trance sessions I’ve had with you have been wonderful, but lately I don’t feel myself. Look…” I held up my hand, palm down. It trembled involuntarily. “I can’t make it stop. I have trouble sleeping. I can’t focus at work. What’s happening to me? Can you help me with this?”

She smiled. “I can. I will…..Eventually.”

I swallowed hard. Hearing her voice on the phone makes me lightheaded. Being in the same room with her is completely disorienting. She was wearing a tight-fitting green dress that accentuated the supernatural beauty of her emerald green eyes, cut short to reveal the shapely curves of her legs and the deep valley of her magnificent cleavage. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Why can’t you help me right away? Work a trance cure?”

“Trance can’t really alleviate your symptoms,” she explained, her smile widening. “Trance is one of the reasons you are experiencing them.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’ve fallen in love with Me,” she continued. “It is a natural effect of proximity to My energy. Of letting me inside your head. It happens to many of the men I hypnotize.”

“Love you?” I asked. “How can that be? Why wouldn’t I know if I had fallen in love with you? Why would I be in so much distress?”

She laughed. “You can’t recognize love because you’ve never felt the real thing. If you can recognize it and have any control over it, it is mere selfish infatuation. Real love takes you outside yourself. Robs you of control.”

“Why would you do this to me with hypnosis?” I whined.

“I didn’t do it deliberately, pet,” she protested. “I only use My love spell on those who ask for it. But I’m not to blame if, in a world of phonies and plastic people, the presence of a real Woman shifted your axis. I can’t help Who I am or what effect I have on others.”

I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks. I had not known what exactly to expect from this meeting, but I had hoped for some relief. Disappointment produced a bitter taste of bile in my mouth.

“Please,” I gasped. “I’m suffering. Is there something you can do?”

She pursed her lips, considering. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision, and said, “Let me show you something, pet.”

She rose from her chair, putting the index and ring fingers of her right hand into her mouth as she did so. Sucking lightly, she removed them wetly from her lips and brought them toward my face. “Close your eyes,” she instructed.

I did as she commanded, and felt her anoint first my left eye and then my right eye with her saliva. “Look now. What do you see?” she asked.

I opened my eyes. At first nothing seemed different, but then I could detect what she wanted me to see. A lightly glowing mist was emanating from my body. It seemed to emerge from my pores, though streams running out from the direction of my face told me that it must also be pouring from orifices like my eyes, nose and mouth. As I watched it gathered in the air in front of my chest and streamed onward toward Goddess Marquesa, concentrating into a current as it passed over her shoulder.

“What is this?” I asked.

“It is your vital energy,” she declared. “It is flowing from you to Me. It has been for some time now.”

“Where does it go?” I asked.

In answer to this question she stood, turned her back to me, and bent over. Lifting the skirt of her dress and pulling down her panties, she showed me the pink rosebud of her anus. The glowing mist streaming from my body was pooling and flowing into her through that puckered doorway.

“That’s impossible,” I whined.

“Think again, pet,” she answered, chuckling softly as she stood straight and pulled up her underwear. “I’m absorbing you.”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Again, I’m not doing it deliberately,” she declared. “The energy flows spontaneously from you and enters Me at the point that reflects the quality of your substance relative to Mine. Don’t feel bad, pet. Almost all men are absorbed through My anus.”

“What will happen to me?”

“Over weeks and months your will, vitality, and awareness will become increasingly focused on Me. Eventually all that will be left to you will be desire, but since I am what you desire, you will effectively be an extension of Me. My creature.”

“Will I suffer?”

“Only if you resist, pet,” she said, with a wicked smile that made my heart skip beats.

I fell to my knees. “Please,” I begged, “have mercy. Let me go. Let me be free.”

She winked. “I tell you what, pet,” she said, in a tone that broadcast a willingness to “be reasonable.” “Let’s see if you can make that request again. If so, I’ll see if I can use trance to wipe Myself from your mind. But you have to pass the test.”

She turned again, lifted her dress, dropped her panties, and bent over. Once again I was looking at the round moon of her ass and rosebud of her anus, this time up close from my knees.

“Look at my ass and say it again,” she commanded. “Tell Me you want to be free.”

“I…I…I…” I stammered, trying to force myself to speak. My entire body was shaking. Spittle flecked my lips and ran down my chin as my mouth watered uncontrollably. My erect cock strained against the seam of my trousers.

“Well, pet?” she asked. “I’m waiting.”

“I can’t!” I cried. “I can’t be free. I can’t escape. But please, put me out of my misery. Don’t make me suffer this way.” My voice cracked as the words came out in sobbing gasps.

“You know what you should do then, pet.”

I did. I pitched forward and pressed my lips tautly against her anus. Something inside her clenched, and I could feel her sucking the vital energy from me in a surging rush. Relief filled me as my essence was drawn up from my heart and guts, through my mouth and into her body. My resistance ebbed, I could feel my will being extinguished by her power. But then something occurred to me. I released the seal of my lips and pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” the Goddess asked, pulling up her panties, straightening her posture and turning to face me again. “Change of heart?”

“No Goddess,” I said. “I realized that I was being selfish. I want you to have the pleasure of breaking me down slowly, of drawing me into yourself bit by bit, so that you may relish my surrender.”

“Excellent,” the Goddess declared. “Your love for Me has reached the point where I can count on you to assist in your own enslavement. Good pet. Now thank Me for making you My prisoner…”

She extend Her foot, and I bent down to kiss it gratefully.

“Thank You, Goddess!” I moaned. “Thank You for capturing me. Thank You for breaking me! Thank You for making me Yours!”

The End