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<\/p>\nA Goddess Marquesa Christmas Adventure<\/p>\n
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Goddess Marquesa took another sip of her eggnog and looked appreciatively at her hostess\u2019s Christmas tree. Mistress Henrietta made a good nog and had good taste in Christmas d\u00e9cor, the Goddess had to give her that. Right at eye level was a charming glass ornament, showing Santa on his hands and knees, ball-gag in mouth, being dominated by a gorgeously boot-clad, whip-bearing Woman. It could have been modeled on a scene six weeks ago, when Goddess Marquesa last saw Santa in person.<\/p>\n
The Goddess would not have come to this party except as a favor to Clarence the guardian angel. He had showed up at her West Florida condo earlier in the day, anxious and (as usual) a little tipsy despite the early hour. He had been assigned a rescue mission at this Christmas party which conflicted with his holiday plans: a convention of Succubi in Las Vegas at which Clarence would no doubt find himself trussed and gagged much like Santa in the ornament right now under the Goddess\u2019s gaze.<\/p>\n
According to Clarence\u2019s superiors, some poor sap was going to contemplate suicide at this party, an emergency which had been considered Clarence\u2019s specialty since he had earned his wings by rescuing a button-down type in western New York right after WWII. Clarence was terrified that if tragedy happened on his watch, his wings would be taken away. After much whining and pleading Goddess Marquesa had agreed to fill in for him, even though it meant committing part of her Christmas Eve.<\/p>\n
So that is what had brought Goddess Marquesa to an apartment full of strangers here on the tenth floor of a building in the beach town she called home. The Goddess finished her eggnog and set the cup down on an end-table. Looking around the room she could see why Clarence had thought of her for this mission. The hostess was a dominatrix, and all of the guests were likewise dommes and their slaves. Clarence had cued her into the fact that it was a costume party. Everyone was wearing some combination of fetish wear and holiday garb.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe famous Goddess Marquesa!\u201d one of a pair of young woman exclaimed, holding out her hand in greeting as she and her companion approached the tree. \u201cI am Mistress Henrietta Potter. Welcome to my home!\u201d Mistress Henrietta was wearing a black leather corset and black stiletto heels, showing off the blush and contours of her fit, twenty-something physique. A small Santa hat with a sprig of holly was pinned to her tight bun of blond hair, giving her outfit some Yuletide ambience. The brunette next to her wore a skimpy, form-fitting \u201celf\u201d costume.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what do we owe the pleasure?\u201d Mistress Henrietta asked as the Goddess shook her offered hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard tell of the party and was feeling frisky,\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied, scanning the room for signs of the man she was meant to save, but seeing none. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t mind my crashing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCrashing?!\u201d Mistress Henrietta protested in an affected voice. \u201cGoddess Marquesa cannot be a party crasher! You are welcome wherever you may go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is very sweet of you to say,\u201d Goddess Marquesa answered with a polite but subdued smile, sensing insincerity in her hostess\u2019s tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me introduce one of my dearest friends, Mistress Zuzu,\u201d Henrietta said, gesturing to the brunette elf at her side.<\/p>\n
\u201cPleasure to meet you,\u201d Zuzu intoned airily as she shook the Goddess\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI love your outfit,\u201d Henrietta commented, a hint of a smirk on her rouged lips. \u201cI am always so inspired when a woman of your age has the self-confidence to come to a party like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa forced herself not to laugh, thinking to herself: \u201cAha! There is the passive-aggressive bitchiness I\u2019ve been sensing. Another young domme who thinks she can condescend to Me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Goddess was showing much less skin than the other guests, being covered in a floor-length white-fur-trimmed red robe that Santa had given her last Christmas. Sensing Henrietta\u2019s challenge, she threw open the front of her robe to show that underneath she wore only a black bikini bottom, knee-high black boots, and a black leather under-halter. The two younger women could not suppress a gasp at the sight of the Goddess\u2019 creamy thighs, shapely torso, and magnificent bare breasts.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo\u2026.\u201d Henrietta stammered, needing a moment to recover from the assault of the Goddess\u2019s aggressive sexiness, \u201cyou are a hypnodomme? Could you give us a demonstration?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d Goddess Marquesa sighed, resisting the impulse to roll her eyes in impatience. \u201cWhom would you like Me to hypnotize?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe!\u201d Henrietta chirped. \u201cEveryone,\u201d Henrietta announced, raising her voice to attract the assembled guests\u2019 attention, \u201cwe are in for a special treat! Goddess Marquesa is going to give us a demonstration of her hypnotic power!\u201d<\/p>\n
Henrietta pulled a chair into the center of the common area of the tenth-floor apartment in which the party goers had gathered. Seating herself, she turned to Goddess Marquesa and declared, \u201cI am your willing subject!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat type of trance would you like Me to induce?\u201d the Goddess asked. \u201cRelaxation? Therapeutic?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henrietta smiled tightly. \u201cDon\u2019t hold back!\u201d she replied in a sarcastic tone. \u201cPut me under your control. Make me follow your commands!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d the Goddess agreed, resigning herself to being underestimated. \u201cListen to My voice. Feel its power. You are becoming very relaxed. Very sleepy\u2026.you can feel your eyelids getting heavier\u2026.heavier\u2026.your eyes are closing now. You are completely asleep\u2026completely relaxed\u2026there is only My voice and the gentle, soothing calm of my words\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
As the other guests watched, hushed, Henrietta visibly responded to the Goddess\u2019s incantation. Her eyes closed, her muscles relaxed. Her posture slumped as her torso seemed to go rubbery, and her head lolled to one side.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to Me\u2026,\u201d Goddess Marquesa continued, \u201cMy will is stronger than your will. From now on you will be unable to resist My commands. My voice is your Master. Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Goddess Marquesa,\u201d Henrietta answered in a sleepy monotone.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery good,\u201d the Goddess noted. \u201cWhen I count to three you will emerge from trance. You will feel completely refreshed and relaxed. One, two, three!\u201d<\/p>\n
As the Goddess finished counting Henrietta sprang erect in her chair and stood, seemingly unchanged from before. \u201cOh! That was wonderful!\u201d Henrietta chimed, standing and directing a facetiously understated \u201cgolf clap\u201d in the Goddess\u2019s direction.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait!\u201d Zuzu said, \u201cHow do we know it worked? Give her a command!\u201d<\/p>\n
The crowd turned expectantly toward Goddess Marquesa, who only smiled enigmatically in response. \u201cI don\u2019t want to embarrass our hostess,\u201d the Goddess declared. \u201cIt would be impolite\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNonsense!\u201d Henrietta exclaimed. \u201cTry something innocuous. Who has a suggestion?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMake her sing \u2018Jingle Bells\u2019!\u201d Zuzu volunteered.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery well,\u201d Goddess Marquesa agreed. With a smile that showed she knew what to expect, the Goddess faced Henrietta and commanded, \u201cSing \u2018Jingle Bells\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henrietta stiffened, her eyes widening. She trembled slightly, as if trying to resist a sudden compulsion. Then, in a dreamy voice she began, \u201cJ\u2026.J\u2026Jingle bells\u2026Jingle bells\u2026<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n As the crowd watched, Henrietta emerged suddenly from her daze. Her limbs loosened, she picked up the tempo and sang more deliberately: \u201cRobin laid an egg. The Batmobile lost a wheel and Batgirl broke her leg!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n As the crowd applauded, Henrietta dissolved in laughter. \u201cOh, Marquesa!\u201d she yelled, her tone congenial but her expression mocking, \u201cYou are a trip! That was adorable!\u201d<\/p>\n As Henrietta laid a condescending \u201cair kiss\u201d on her cheek, Goddess Marquesa caught an alarming sight out of the corner of her eye. While the rest of the party had been distracted by Henrietta\u2019s stage show, one of the male slaves had slipped away unnoticed onto the balcony patio of the apartment. Goddess Marquesa could see him through the glass doors that led into the common room, his back to the rest of the party as he gazed out over the rail into the empty air.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse Me,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, breaking away from Henrietta and making a beeline for the patio. Now that Henrietta\u2019s gag was over, the attention of the party goers moved on to other diversions, so no one noticed as the Goddess exited to the balcony and approached the lone slave.<\/p>\n As she drew near, Goddess Marquesa could hear that the man was sobbing. He was naked except for a cotton loincloth and a black studded collar. On the patio floor next to him was a discarded piece of paper with some writing in a neat feminine hand. Picking it up, the Goddess read:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dear George,<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 you bore Me. My gift to you this Christmas is your freedom. After tonight you are no longer My slave. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 your Ex-Owner,<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mistress Henrietta<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI can see you are upset, George,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, her tone gentle. \u201cWould you like to talk about it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere is nothing to talk about,\u201d George croaked through snot and tears. \u201cWithout Mistress Henrietta I\u2019m nothing. I wish I was never born.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be silly\u2026.\u201d Goddess Marquesa began, but before she could finish the thought George put his foot on the lower cross-bar of the railing and began to heave himself over the rail.<\/p>\n \u201cStop!\u201d Goddess Marquesa commanded in her most powerful voice. George obeyed involuntarily, bound by the irresistible force of the Goddess\u2019s will.<\/p>\n \u201cLook at Me!\u201d the Goddess ordered.<\/p>\n Again George could not help but obey. As his eyes focused on Goddess Marquesa, his whole expression and demeanor changed. He let go of the railing and stepped back down onto the floor of the patio, facing the Goddess.<\/p>\n While he stood stunned, George\u2019s eyes traveled over Goddess Marquesa\u2019s face and body, and she witnessed the same transformation she had seen in so many hundreds of men throughout her lifetime. George\u2019s pupils dilated. His breathing became shallow. His limbs quivered, his face broke into a nervous sweat. His loincloth tented and showed a stain as his cock stiffened and wept pre-cum in response to Goddess Marquesa\u2019s overpowering sexual magnetism. As the Goddess watched, she could see the memory of Mistress Henrietta drain from George\u2019s body, mind and soul, and be replaced by a ravenous desire for Goddess Marquesa. George\u2019s trembling intensified until finally his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have a wonderful life, George,\u201d Goddess Marquesa declared, \u201cI can show you that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you going to take me back in time so I can see how much worse the world would have been without me?\u201d George asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d the Goddess replied with a smile. \u201cI\u2019m a Hypnodomme, not an angel. I am going to show you how much better the world is with you as My slave, starting right now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, yes!\u201d George exclaimed, crawling forward to implore the Goddess and offer her his adoration. \u201cYes, please! Please I beg You! Make me Your slave!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a good pet,\u201d Goddess Marquesa soothed as George kissed and licked her boots in worship. \u201cListen to My voice. Let My words sink in deep\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n When her spell was cast, the Goddess reached into her robe for a leash that she kept on her at all times for just such an occasion, and attached the hooked end to George\u2019s collar. Easing him up from the floor of the balcony patio, she led her new pet back into the common room of the apartment where the party was still going on as before.<\/p>\n Seeing George being led by Goddess Marquesa\u2019s leash, Henrietta exclaimed, \u201cGeorge?! What do you think you\u2019re doing?!\u201d This brought the party to a hushed halt, as if someone had hit \u201cfreeze frame.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you!\u201d Henrietta shouted at Goddess Marquesa as the party goers stared, gaping, \u201cHow dare you meddle with my slave!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour ex-slave,\u201d Goddess Marquesa corrected. \u201cSince you were foolish enough to discard him, I\u2019ve claimed him as \u2018salvage.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t talk that way to me in my own apartment!\u201d Henrietta screamed.<\/p>\n As the shocked party goers watched, Henrietta strode forward and snatched at Goddess Marquesa\u2019s leash.<\/p>\n \u201cHeel, girl!\u201d<\/p>\n It was the Goddess that spoke. On these words, Henrietta fell to all fours, panting like a dog.<\/p>\n \u201cSit!\u201d the Goddess ordered.<\/p>\n Henrietta dropped her ass, so that she was on hands and haunches.<\/p>\n \u201cPlay dead!\u201d<\/p>\n Henrietta flopped to the carpet, sprawled on her side like a discarded rag doll.<\/p>\n \u201cNow roll over!\u201d Goddess Marquesa commanded.<\/p>\n Henrietta cascaded across the floor like a wild rolling pin, stopping only when she crashed into the base of the Christmas tree, setting an ornamental silver bell to jingling.<\/p>\n \u201cMy teacher used to say that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings,\u201d chirped Zuzu.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know about that, sweetie,\u201d replied Goddess Marquesa, standing in the open doorway of the apartment with her new pet in tow, \u201cbut I can promise you that every time a bell rings, somewhere in the world one of My slaves salivates.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A Safe, Healthy, and Goddessful Christmas to All!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Goddess Marquesa Christmas Adventure Goddess Marquesa took another sip of her eggnog and looked appreciatively at her hostess\u2019s Christmas tree. 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