\u201cI didn\u2019t come here because I want you,\u201d I lied.<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa laughed. I wondered then if she could read my thoughts. That was silly. A woman who has inspired so much desire in so many men can read the signs. The air of lust must have been surrounding me so thickly that I fairly reeked of it, so that even someone with senses less attuned than hers could see it. But I was na\u00efve and deeply in denial enough to believe that she must have some special sensitivity to pierce my disguise.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t ask whether you wanted me, pet,\u201d she replied in her silken voice, \u201cI asked why you are interested in erotic hypnosis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d This was true. Other than Goddess Marquesa herself, I didn\u2019t know what had drawn me to that parlor to be hypnotized. \u201cI\u2019ve seen your advertisements on the internet and\u2026I don\u2019t know why I want you to hypnotize me, I only know that I want it\u2026very much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair enough. Are you single?\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard. \u201cNo. I\u2019m engaged.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes your fianc\u00e9 know you\u2019re here?\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause. \u201cNo,\u201d I admitted finally, lowering my eyes.<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa smiled. She allowed this confession to linger in the air for a few moments. \u201cYou understand that once I put you under, I will guide you through an erotic fantasy?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I replied, nodding.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis fantasy can take any shape. I can have you make love to a famous actress or model\u2026someone you once had a crush on\u2026your fianc\u00e9. What is your fianc\u00e9\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichelle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShall I make Michelle the focus of your session?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another long pause. \u201cNo,\u201d I rasped, voice strained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho then?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her. I had been attracted to the pictures and videos I had seen, but being in the same room was much more intense. She is not as tall or as young as Michelle, but something about her presence\u2026her aura. Its effect was like that of a subtle drug. I did not feel \u201chigh\u201d but \u201cheightened.\u201d All of my senses and (especially) my appetites were sharpened. I felt in that moment that food would taste better, music sound sweeter- though as I looked at her I desired to do nothing more desperately than place my lips against the sheer stocking clinging to her shapely thigh. \u201cMake yourself the focus of the fantasy,\u201d I blurted, in a tone more imperious than I intended, \u201cI mean\u2026please\u2026.let it be about you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa leaned forward and looked directly into my eyes. \u201cYou realize that there are risks?\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed nervously. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe feelings you develop for me may become very powerful. I can\u2019t guarantee that it will not affect your other relationships\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI trust you not to try and steal me away from Michelle.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t even laugh or roll her eyes at that remark, but just favored me with the kind of look you would give a boor who had just cracked a racist joke at a dinner party. I thought she might throw me out, but she didn\u2019t. Instead, she simply ordered, \u201cUndress.\u201d<\/p>\n
After a moment\u2019s hesitation I obeyed. I lay naked on the couch as she put me under. When she called me out of trance an hour later there was an enormous pool of semen on my belly and a feeling of lassitude and contentment throughout all my limbs.<\/p>\n
Despite how vigorously and copiously I had spent, as soon as my vision came back into focus, and I saw Goddess Marquesa sitting cross-legged before me, my cock became rock-hard again. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I sputtered, embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s all right, pet,\u201d she soothed, handing me a hot towel to clean myself. Her manner conveyed a complete lack of surprise.<\/p>\n
It had been one of the most deliciously cathartic experiences of my life, but still when I was dressed and on the threshold of departure I found her parting words, \u201cSee you again soon,\u201d overconfident. What a fool I was.<\/p>\n
I came back again the next week. And the next. And the next after that. After a month I could barely contain my eagerness to be on her couch again. She dominated my waking thoughts and my nighttime dreams. Each successive time she put me under I would awaken with the same feeling of exertion and relaxation, but with less and less sense of satiety. My desire for her grew beyond any bounds I had ever experienced. Finally, after our seventh session, I begged her, \u201cMake love to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not a prostitute,\u201d she replied angrily.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026I didn\u2019t mean it that way\u2026I\u2019m not asking you as a client\u2026as a man\u2026please, I want you so desperately\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Her aspect softened somewhat. \u201cI warned you,\u201d she said. \u201cYou\u2019re not my type, and even if you were\u2026I have enough lovers to keep me occupied, I\u2019m not looking for more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Without realizing it I had slid to my knees. Still naked from our session, I must have been a pathetic sight. I added to that impression by clasping my hands and whining, \u201cPlease\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
She surveyed me coolly with her luminous green eyes. After a few moments, she finally spoke, \u201cThere is one thing I could do for you\u2026\u201d I stiffened in happy expectation like a puppy offered a treat. \u201c\u2026I could spank you. That might amuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSpank me?\u201d I asked, crestfallen. \u201cWhy? Do you hate men?\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa laughed. \u201cPlease\u2026what makes you representative of all men? I am the Marquesa de Sade. I enjoy it when someone\u2026man or woman\u2026offers their body to me that way. Can you blame me for finding it flattering?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019m not a masochist\u2026why would I agree to that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo have the chance to feel my touch. To please me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat silently after that, allowing the logic of the statement to sink in. Some deep recess of my mind took over. I couldn\u2019t think rationally or coherently about my choice, all I could do was look into Goddess Marquesa\u2019s eyes and let the feelings she inspired flow through me. After about a minute, without deliberately willing myself to do so, I turned and pitched forward onto my hands and knees, offering her my bare ass.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will continue until you ask me to stop,\u201d she said, standing and taking position behind me, \u201cRemember, once I stop you won\u2019t feel my touch again until our next meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
She thrashed me with considerable strength. I held out for as long as I could, but after ten strokes I had to beg her to stop. My mind was in turmoil, the desire to avoid the pain at war with the yearning to feel her hand against my skin.<\/p>\n
We concluded every session the same way after that. My tolerance grew, so that finally she had to limit me to one-hundred blows, lest I allow the beating to go on until I passed out or she did real damage. Though my sensitivity to pain diminished, my desire for her did not. I found less and less satisfaction, even from longer and longer spankings.<\/p>\n
Finally, as she must have anticipated, I arrived at our regular session frantic. \u201cYou lied to me,\u201d I accused. \u201cYou said you wouldn\u2019t, but you\u2019ve made it so that I can\u2019t be with Michelle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t get an erection.\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa smiled ironically, her eyes focusing on the throbbing bulge in my trousers that I always experienced in her presence.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t get an erection for her<\/em>,\u201d I protested. \u201cHell, I can get an erection on my own anymore. The only time I am aroused is during our sessions\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd why does this mean I lied?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou must have done this to me\u2026Some suggestion you implanted in our sessions\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n This accusation was answered with the same contemptuous look I had seen her wear before. This time she did not simply bore through me with her dazzling eyes, however. \u201cWatch this,\u201d she said. Rising from her chair, she crossed the parlor to where a flat screen TV and blu-ray machine were set up. Next to this system was a locked chest. Unlocking this chest with a key that she produced from a chain around her neck, she withdrew a sheathed disk and inserted it into the player. The screen sparked to life and I saw myself displayed, naked on Goddess Marquesa\u2019s couch. It was a video of our first encounter.<\/p>\n \u201cI tape all of my sessions against just this contingency with a nanny cam,\u201d she remarked drily, pointing to the statue on an opposing shelf in which the camera was concealed. \u201cWatch and learn.\u201d<\/p>\n I did. It was eerie to view an experience that I only remembered through the haze of trance. But it was as the Goddess had said. She led me through a fantasy in which she and I made love, but there was no mention of Michelle.<\/p>\n \u201cI can give you a copy of every session\u2019s recording, if you still doubt my word,\u201d Goddess Marquesa noted with wry irritation after the video had ended.<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2026no\u2026I believe you I,\u201d I stammered, my mouth agape. Collapsing onto the couch, I buried my face in my hands.<\/p>\n \u201cI can help you,\u201d she offered, her voice tinged with sympathy. \u201cI can put you under and program you to respond to Michelle again\u2026but there would have to be a condition.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d I asked hopefully.<\/p>\n \u201cThis would have to be our last session. There would be no point in reprogramming you otherwise\u2026any help I gave you would eventually be undone as your feelings for me continued to deepen.\u201d<\/p>\n A heavy silence hung in the air as she finished speaking. Again the moment was too powerful to allow for rational thought. I sat and stared open-mouthed at Goddess Marquesa as emotions thundered and crashed like giant waves against the inner walls of my mind. \u00a0For months I had suffered resentfully through spankings, pining for a place in Goddess Marquesa\u2019s bed. 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