Dearest, Most Divine and Irresistible Goddess,<\/p>\n
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i composed a story as a gift for Your upcoming birthday, and submitted it on Your site. As usual, i found embarrassing errors on reading it over. An improved and corrected draft is copied below and attached to this message. i hope that plans for the celebration of Your birthday proceed apace, and that this message finds You blissfully content, despite the many trying experiences that You have endured in recent months.<\/p>\n
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Yours adoringly,<\/p>\n
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pawnofYours<\/p>\n
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The Birthday Gift<\/p>\n
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*A story in anticipation of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s Birthday on July 1<\/p>\n
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Goddess Marquesa looked at the young woman seated cross-legged across from her, lounging in one of the plush chairs in the Goddess\u2019s parlor as if she owned it. The guest\u2019s chestnut-auburn hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, she wore a tight-fitting red satin dress, cut low to emphasize her ample breasts and short to expose her long, shapely legs. One black stiletto heel dangled from her right foot as she allowed her calf to bob lazily from her knee, as if determined to project unself-conscious ease.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for the invitation, Goddess<\/em>,\u201d the young woman smirked, \u201cI\u2019ve always been curious about what the \u2018Queen of the Hypnodommes\u2019 would be like up-close-and-personal.\u201d Her tone dripped with sarcasm. As she spoke she shifted in her seat, setting the leash she held in her right hand rattling. The middle-aged man collared at the end of the leash did not stir at this disruption, but knelt quietly on the floor by the young woman\u2019s side, head bowed and eyes downcast.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you for coming at my request, Mistress Sabine,\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied with a gracious smile, \u201cand for bringing the slave about whom I had inquired.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was surprised that you had specifically expressed an interest in Harold here,\u201d Sabine remarked, \u201che is far from the pride of my stable. Still, I don\u2019t plan to let him go.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would deem it a special favor if you gave him to me,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, \u201cplease reconsider.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy should I? Why do you want him?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy reasons for wanting him are private,\u201d the Goddess explained, her voice even and patient. \u201cAs for why you should comply, aside from the obligation you will put me under; you may call it a gift. Today is July 1st<\/sup>– my birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n This elicited a chuckle from Sabine. \u201cI don\u2019t give birthday gifts to strangers.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI urge you to think again,\u201d the Goddess rejoined, \u201cif you do not, I will be forced to take him from you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHah!\u201d Sabine snorted derisively, sitting up straight in her chair. \u201cI\u2019d like to see you try. Harold is my complete puppet. Would you like to see me make him bark like a dog? Drink my golden nectar?\u00a0 II own him totally.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat won\u2019t be necessary,\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied with a look of mild distaste, \u201cI don\u2019t doubt your power over your slave. But your hold over him can be broken, and the process may not be entirely pleasant for you. You would be wise to relent. I will give you one last chance to surrender.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cScrew off!\u201d sneered Sabine. \u201cEven if there was a chance that Harold could be taken from me, you are certainly not the one to do it. Look at you,\u201d she continued, gesturing with her free hand to indicate the length of the Goddess\u2019s form. \u201cYou were no doubt very cute back in the day, but even when you were my age you wouldn\u2019t have compared to me. And now… now you\u2019ve seen too many birthdays, lady. There is simply no way you can compete.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa laughed softly. \u201cAh, sweet child,\u201d she cooed, \u201cyou understand so little about dominance and desire. When I was your age I was much more substantial and worldly than you are now, and the intervening years have only increased my power and allure. Only someone as vapid and shallow as you would be foolish enough to challenge me.\u201d \u201cSit still,\u201d the Goddess commanded. Sabine obeyed spontaneously, her mouth hanging open in surprise.<\/p>\n \u201cLook here,\u201d Goddess Marquesa directed, laying the elegantly manicured fingers of her right hand on a cowrie-shaped pendant suspended on a chain that dangled between her full, round breasts. Sabine\u2019s gaze followed the Goddess\u2019s gesture involuntarily. \u201cMy pendant is very intriguing, yes? asked the Goddess.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Sabine answered, her voice taking on a slightly faraway quality.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does its shape remind you of?\u201d Goddess Marquesa inquired.<\/p>\n \u201cThe lips of a woman\u2019s pussy,\u201d Sabine volunteered.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d the Goddess soothed. \u201cGood girl. Watch the pendant rise and fall as I breathe. Exhale\u2026..inhale\u2026..exhale\u2026.inhale. Watch my breasts\u2026.watch the pendant\u2026You feel yourself getting very relaxed. Your eyelids are getting heavy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Sabine\u2019s breathing became slow and even. Her pupils dilated.<\/p>\n \u201cYou feel your eyelids closing\u2026.closing\u2026..close your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n Sabine obeyed.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are completely relaxed,\u201d Goddess Marquesa intoned, \u201ccompletely focused on my voice. You feel yourself sinking deeper\u2026deeper. All of your muscles are relaxing. All of your anxieties melt away. Picture a still, clear pool. That is your mind. No thoughts. No worries. No disruptions. Just still, pure water. And my voice. Are you picturing it? Are you there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d Sabine answered dreamily.<\/p>\n \u201cGood girl. Now stay still.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa rose from her chair and crossed the room so that she stood over Sabine\u2019s inert form. \u201cSit up,\u201d the Goddess commanded. Without opening her eyes, Sabine uncrossed her legs and sat up straight in her chair. Holding out her hand, Goddess Marquesa ordered, \u201cGive me Harold\u2019s leash.\u201d\u00a0 Sabine surrendered the leather strap still clasped loosely in her right hand.<\/p>\n Harold had looked up from the floor as his Mistress was drawn under the Goddess\u2019s power, his curiosity overcoming his habitual subservience. He offered no resistance now as Goddess Marquesa tugged his leash, guiding him to crawl to a spot in the center of the parlor, some yards from where his Mistress sat, where he could observe what happened next. Leaving Harold, Goddess Marquesa walked back to stand again over Sabine, inches from where the younger woman sat mesmerized, eyes still closed.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are very relaxed, very open,\u201d the Goddess said softly, \u201cYou are a clear pool that my voice can stir like a gentle hand, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d Sabine agreed.<\/p>\n \u201cGood girl. You feel yourself becoming aroused by my voice. Great need builds in you like heat in a stove that has been stoked. Can you feel it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Sabine gasped. \u201cMmmm\u2026oh, yes!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOpen your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n Sabine looked up, her eyes fiery but still glazed with hypnotic sleep. Her mouth hung open lustfully, a small trail of drool escaped her lips. \u201cOh, Goddess,\u201d she moaned softly.<\/p>\n \u201cYou may touch if you need to,\u201d the Goddess permitted.<\/p>\n Sabine responded enthusiastically. One hand shot down below her own skirt and began to rub her pussy. The other descended worshipfully onto the smooth surface of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s thigh and began to work its way up her torso, trembling at the luscious delight of the Goddess\u2019s flesh.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are completely in my power, completely suggestible,\u201d the Goddess declared. \u201cListen carefully and feel exactly what I tell you to now.\u201d<\/p>\n At this Goddess Marquesa bent down and pressed her lips against Sabina\u2019s right ear. Tremors of ecstasy rippled through Sabine\u2019s body, her eyes rolled back in bliss while the Goddess whispered softly but insistently. When the Goddess finally pulled away Sabine convulsed gently and fell back into the plush chair, a look of rapture on her face.<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa returned to her seat and sat down, once again facing her guest. Sabine remained slumped in her armchair, glassy-eyed and disoriented.<\/p>\n \u201cHow are you feeling, Sabine?\u201d the Goddess asked.<\/p>\n Sabine looked up into the Goddess\u2019s face, her expression conveying a slowly dawning awareness. \u201cI\u2026.I\u2026.I need\u2026\u2026\u201d \u201cI need to be fucked up the ass\u2026\u201d Sabine declared, her tone conveying surprise at her own craving. \u201cPlease\u2026.please\u2026.\u201d she continued, rising to sit up straight in her seat as she begged, \u201cI must feel a cock in my ass or\u2026or\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOr?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026.or I\u2019ll go mad. Ohhh\u2026.mmm\u2026.\u201d Sabine moaned, looking about the room hungrily. \u201cHarold\u2026\u201d she snapped, her eyes settling on her plaything.<\/p>\n \u201cHush, child!\u201d Goddess Marquesa ordered. \u201cNo one gave you permission. Eyes front!\u201d<\/p>\n Sabine obeyed, her expression conveying panic. \u201cPlease\u2026\u201d she moaned, falling to her knees and clasping her hands before her chest in supplication, \u201cPlease take me, Goddess! I know you must have a strap on. Use it on me. Take me up the ass. Make me your bitch. I beg you!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou are sweet, child,\u201d the Goddess answered sardonically, \u201cbut I can\u2019t help you just now. I know someone who can, though.\u201d Raising her voice, she shouted, \u201cMrs. Smith!\u201d<\/p>\n A door to one side of the parlor opened and a middle-aged woman walked in, wearing only a bra and panties. She was average height and build, much more plain than either Sabine or Goddess Marquesa, but not unattractive. From her crotch protruded a strap-on dildo that was belted around her waist.<\/p>\n \u201cSabine, have you met Harold\u2019s wife?\u201d asked Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d Sabine answered, horrified. \u201cNo, no!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be so rude, child,\u201d the Goddess cooed. \u201cMrs. Smith is here to help.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot her\u2026.please\u2026.please let it be you, Goddess\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa shook her head gently, a wise but sympathetic smile playing across her charming face.<\/p>\n \u201cHow did you get so deep into my head?\u201d Sabine gasped. \u201cI can\u2019t\u2026.I can\u2019t help myself\u2026I can\u2019t resist\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n Slowly, reluctantly, Sabine rose and turned, facing away from Mrs. Smith. Letting her panties drop, she bent over to grasp the arm-rests of the chair in which she had been sitting and pulled up her skirt to expose her ass. \u201cPlease\u2026\u201d Sabine croaked, a sob making her voice crack. \u201cPlease fuck me up the ass.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, who?\u201d asked Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, Mrs. Smith. Fuck me up the ass. Make me your bitch\u2026.I\u2026I beg you.\u201d<\/p>\n Mrs. Smith stepped forward and pressed the dildo against Sabine\u2019s anus. The shaft was well-lubricated and slid smoothly into the younger woman\u2019s ass.<\/p>\n \u201cOw! It hurts!\u201d Sabine yelped as Mrs. Smith began to pump her hips. \u201cIt feels so good\u2026Ow\u2026oh\u2026.Look away, Harold. Don\u2019t see me like this\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe can\u2019t look away,\u201d Goddess Marquesa declared, observing that Harold was held rapt by the scene, just as the Goddess had planned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d moaned Sabine, half in pain, half in pleasure, \u201cWhy are you doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou are probably not aware,\u201d Goddess Marquesa explained, rising and slowly circling the coupled pair to take in varied angles, \u201cbut among the Native Americans it is customary to give others gifts on one\u2019s own birthday. My many worshipers are always very generous on this day, as one would expect. But I do like to honor the Native American custom, as an act of grace and an exercise in good karma. Mrs. Smith had asked for my help in retrieving her husband from your clutches, but since he had left her with no assets with which to pay me, I made her case my pro bono<\/em> bequest to mark my birthday this year.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut why this way?\u201d Sabine pleaded.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t understand how dominance works, child. Harold was never bound by your beauty, but by your power. Your vanity gave you extraordinary confidence\u2026that is what he responded to. I simply had to take that power from you and give it to Mrs. Smith. Have you had enough?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2026no, please,\u201d Sabine gasped. \u201cI don\u2019t want it to stop\u2026I can\u2019t\u2026I can\u2019t make myself want it to stop\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou are in Mrs. Smith\u2019s power now, ask her how you can make the craving stop.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, Mrs. Smith,\u201d Sabine begged, \u201cHow can I make it stop?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou need my permission to touch yourself,\u201d Mrs. Smith declared, her voice flinty, \u201cThe craving to be fucked up the ass will stop only after you cum.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, may I touch myself?\u201d Sabine pleaded.<\/p>\n \u201cFirst tell me- who am I?\u201d<\/p>\n Even in her distress, Sabine understood the question. \u201cYou are my Mistress!\u201d Sabine cried.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd what will you surrender to me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnything! Everything!\u201d Sabine sobbed, \u201cI keep nothing from you, take everything. Harold is yours. Just let this feeling stop\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou can touch yourself, bitch\u2026\u201d Mrs. Smith snapped.<\/p>\n Sabine reached down between her thighs and began to stroke, the muscles of her back and neck tautening with pleasure even as her legs quivered with the exertion of keeping her ass in the air. Her breath came in short gasps, sweat poured down her neck and into the valley between her tits.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease help me, Goddess,\u201d Sabine moaned, \u201cI need to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa walked into Sabine\u2019s view.\u00a0 Sabine\u2019s eyes lit with pleasure, roaming hungrily over the Goddess\u2019s face and form.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, you are\u2026.so beautiful\u2026.so beautiful! Please,\u201d Sabine implored, \u201clet me\u2026let me touch you\u2026taste you.\u201d<\/p>\n The Goddess stepped forward into Sabine\u2019s space, and the younger woman gently took Goddess Marquesa\u2019s fabric-sheathed nipple between her lips. \u201cOh\u2026.Ooooohhh!\u201d Sabine groaned as contact was made, pushing her over the edge into orgasm. Craning her neck as bliss overwhelmed her, she gaze deeply into the Goddess\u2019s green eyes and breathed, \u201cTh\u2026th\u2026thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSleep now, child,\u201d Goddess Marquesa whispered, laying a hand on Sabine\u2019s cheek. The auburn-haired girl passed out, falling to the floor as Mrs. Smith withdrew the dildo from Sabine\u2019s ass.<\/p>\n \u201cCome salute your Mistress,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said to Harold, still kneeling stupefied off to one side of the parlor. He obediently crawled forward and bowed his head low, planting subservient kisses on the feet of his wife. As her husband acknowledged his enslavement, Mrs. Smith bowed from the waist and took Goddess Marquesa\u2019s hand, kissing it reverently.<\/p>\n \u201cThank You, Goddess,\u201d Mrs. Smith gasped. \u201cI can\u2019t possibly say it enough. Thank You\u2026Thank You\u2026and Happy Birthday!\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dearest, Most Divine and Irresistible Goddess, i composed a story as a gift for Your upcoming birthday, and submitted it on Your site. As usual, i found embarrassing errors on reading it over. 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\n\u201cThis is getting boring,\u201d Sabine whined, making as if to rise\u2026<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYes?\u201d the Goddess encouraged with a smile.<\/p>\n