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\u201cHello,\u201d she answered. I recognized her voice immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d I replied scratchily, suppressing a nervous cough.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the Goddess Marquesa,\u201d she said, \u201cto whom am I speaking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Ralph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, Ralph,\u201d she purred, \u201cI don\u2019t recognize your voice. Are you a first-time caller?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are a lucky boy, Ralph. Today is July 1st. Do you know what day that is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is My birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! Happy birthday!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Ralph. I honor an old Native American custom of giving others gifts on My birthday, and I just decided that you will receive My gift this year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow,\u201d I grunted, not knowing how to respond. \u201cBut\u2026..I prepaid for this call\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is not that kind of gift,\u201d she explained. \u201cI am going to be very candid with you, Ralph, much more candid than I would usually be with a first-time caller.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should know what you are getting into,\u201d she continued, ignoring my mumbled interjection. \u201cYour desire for Me is in its infancy now. Your mouth waters at the sight of My face and body. You can feel a tingling deep down in your groin as you listen to My voice. All of those feelings are going to grow more intense\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that a bad thing?\u201d I interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust listen and learn, pet,\u201d she countered impatiently. \u201cYour focus on Me will become obsessive. You won\u2019t be able to stop fantasizing about Me. No amount of masturbation will be able to slake Your desire for My voice. My image. My energy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo all of your callers become so obsessed?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She laughed. \u201cNo. But I can hear it in your voice. In the way you are breathing on the other end of the line. You are particularly susceptible to My allure. Once you let Me into your mind you will inevitably become My slave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh\u2026will that be painful?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes,\u201d she declared matter-of-factly. \u201cFor my slaves life is ruled by a simple principle: Anything is better than nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything is better than nothing?\u201d I repeated, feeling as stupid as I sounded. \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means that your life will be as bearable or meaningful as I make it,\u201d she explained. \u201cThe pleasure I give you will be the greatest of your life. Ecstasy you never imagined your body, mind or soul was capable of.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh\u2026\u201d I moaned. \u201cThat sounds wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is,\u201d she agreed. \u201cBut I won\u2019t always please you. Sometimes I\u2019ll torment you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is for Me to know and you to never question,\u201d she declared. \u201cBut it won\u2019t matter, you\u2019ll be grateful to be tormented by Me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is that?\u201d I asked again, feeling like a broken record.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause being tormented by Me is better than being ignored by Me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ignore your slaves?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes,\u201d she explained. \u201cThere are so many of you, and you are all so selfish and needy. And sometimes you bore Me. Or I get busy. But there are worse things than being ignored by Me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeing forgotten by Me. Sometimes one of you pets just slips My mind. It is terrible, I know, and I would never be so intentionally cruel. But even the mind of a Goddess has its limits. I can only keep track of so many playthings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s awful,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. But all of the slaves I\u2019ve spoken to say it is better than the alternative.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot having the chance to worship Me at all, silly boy. At least if you have ceased to exist for Me, I still exist for You. For those who have fallen completely under My spell, simply knowing that I am here is enough to keep them going, until they can catch My attention again. So that is the Rule of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s slaves: Being pleasured is better than being tormented, being tormented is better than being ignored, being ignored is better than being forgotten, and being forgotten is better than not worshipping at all. Got that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I think so,\u201d I replied. \u201cGee\u2026thanks. I\u2019m glad you warned me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s funny?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was not a warning, sweet pet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not. There is nothing you can do to prevent falling under My Rule.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I thought I would only become Your slave if I let You into my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m already in your mind, silly boy. What do you think has been happening all the while that W\/we\u2019ve been talking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave You been hypnotizing me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in the conventional sense. But in a manner of speaking, yes. My will is stronger than your will. I\u2019ve implanted the idea of becoming My slave deep in your consciousness. What I\u2019ve told you frightens you. You will try to resist calling Me again. But you will fail. As frightened as you are of My power, your desire for Me will overmaster your fear. I\u2019ve trapped You.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy? Why did you do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it amused me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought You were giving me a gift.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell it is My birthday, pet. A Goddess can\u2019t be expected to neglect Herself entirely. Besides, this was a gift. I could have enthralled you without letting you in on what was happening. I made you aware by way of tormenting you. That is the second-best kind of attention a slave can hope for from Me. You should thank Me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2026I\u2026.uh\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s all right, pet. You can thank Me later. It has been lovely talking with you. Happy Birthday to Me!\u201d<\/p>\n
She hung up the phone. That was a week ago. I had made phone-sex calls before, but never been so confused or disoriented. At first I shrugged it off. \u201cOh well,\u201d I thought. \u201cThat\u2019s ten minutes of my life I\u2019ll never get back.\u201d But after a couple of days the fantasies began. I keep recalling Her voice. Imagining what it would be like to be with Her. To kneel at Her feet. To beg Her for\u2026for\u2026for I don\u2019t know what. I keep wondering what She is doing right now. Is She happy? Does She remember me? By four days ago I began masturbating compulsively, but no amount of self-pleasuring has helped quell the yearning.<\/p>\n
I know I shouldn\u2019t call. I can feel the obsession building inside me, consuming my mind. My soul. But I can\u2019t help myself. She is so fascinating. So compellingly beautiful. So irresistibly mesmerizing. I have to stop writing now. I need to get my phone\u2026<\/p>\n
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The End<\/p>\n
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