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The Mistress walked into the brokerage firm with the intention of investing some spare cash in a stock she had heard about.\u00a0 Actually, a slave had blurted out the \u201cinside\u201d information about the firm he owned, revealing that the company earnings would far exceed market estimates.\u00a0 This would cause the value per share to skyrocket, he had told her.<\/p>\n
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When under Her influence, mere men always<\/u> reveal their deepest secrets.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She approached the first \u2018suit\u2019 at a desk in the firm and said. \u201cI need help with a small investment.\u201d<\/p>\n Perhaps Her concept of a \u2018small\u2019 investment was different from the broker\u2019s, or perhaps the sight of the perfect blond hail, the beautiful young face and the bright smile of the Mistress momentarily side tracked the normal business instincts of the broker.\u00a0 Whatever \u2013 instead of properly and respectfully greeting this potential customer (and experienced Dominatrix), he looked at Her and blurted out:\u00a0 \u201cWow little girly, you sure do look hot in that outfit.\u00a0 Want to go out with me for a drink tonight, that is, if you\u2019re old enough to drink?\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sometimes even the Mistress is taken aback by the foolishness of males.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She responded with an incredulous, \u201cWhat!\u201d to the broker.<\/p>\n Thinking She must not have heard him, he again extended an uninvited request for an evening out.\u00a0 \u201cYou are without a doubt the cutest little girl I have seen in months.\u00a0 Wouldn\u2019t you like to go out with Daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n The mature business woman reached out as it to touch the Mistress, a move She deftly avoided.<\/p>\n He leered at Her.<\/p>\n Finally She spoke, \u201cLet\u2019s find somewhere private where we can talk.\u201d<\/p>\n Marshal Brooks, the broker, smiled broadly \u2013 thinking he had hit the jackpot \u2013 and led the way to his private office.\u00a0\u00a0 As they entered, he pointed to his name on the door and addressed the Mistress, \u201cThat\u2019s me.\u00a0 My name is Marshal.\u00a0 I\u2019m glad you are going to take me up on my invitation.\u00a0 You sure are a sweet looking little girl.\u201d<\/p>\n In Brook\u2019s defense, She was indeed a ravishing beauty!\u00a0 She wore a simple black sheath dress revealing just a glimpse of Her sexy shoulders.\u00a0 The dress accentuated Her perfect body as it clung to Her every curve down to its above-the-knee length, showing off Her lean black-silk-stocking covered athletic thighs and calves.\u00a0 Her lovely feet with their slinky, well manicured toes, were encased in high heeled black suede strapped, open toed shoes.<\/p>\n The blond goddess was coifed perfectly.\u00a0 Her golden frosted hair formed an irresistible sexy frame for Her noble high cheekbones and Her haunting emerald green \u201ccome hither\u201d eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cNever\u2026\u201d as Katharine Hepburn once articulated,\u201d\u2026the less,\u201d inside that delectable, desirable body was a scheming, devious, calculating mind capable of inflicting punishment on those who treat Her with any less than perfect respect.\u00a0 And the inevitable punishment was always designed to fit the crime!<\/p>\n Already the Marquesa had decided the nature of the punishment Marshal would undergo.<\/p>\n Her irresistible hypnotic powers would allow Her to demonstrate to Marshal exactly who the \u201ccute little girl\u201d really was.\u00a0 He would soon learn how to demonstrate proper respect to \u201chis elders.\u201d<\/p>\n Marshall ushered the Mistress toward a black leather couch in his office in hopes this discussion would quickly develop into a hot sexual session \u2013 but \u2013 the Dominating Blond pushed Marshall off the sofa as they sat, leaving Her regally perched on the couch\u2026 and him awkwardly sitting on the floor before Her.\u00a0 It was a totally confused Marshall who looked up hesitantly at Her supreme beauty, She began speaking, softly \u2013 yet compellingly \u2013 he listened\u2026 She spoke.<\/p>\n Marshall, my dear little urchin, let\u2019s decide right now who will follow and who will lead\u2026 who will command and who will obey.\u201d<\/p>\n She drew closer to the confused broker and spoke:\u00a0 \u201cgaze at my ring\u2026 isn\u2019t it beautiful?\u201d\u00a0 She raised Her hand up to Marshall\u2019s flustered eyes, displaying a large white gold ring with a dazzling, oddly-shaped, white stone.\u00a0 The light seemed to separated into a colorful spectrum and sparkle as it hit the ring.\u00a0 The dazzling light combined with the soothing, commanding voice of the Mistress arrested the attention of the mature, but na\u00efve, broker.\u00a0 He immediately stopped talking and starred vacantly at the stone.\u00a0 His jaw went slack and his eyes seemed to lose focus.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t look away!<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful, isn\u2019t it?\u201d She whispered softly.<\/p>\n The entranced broker nodded in agreement, never once looking away from the ring.<\/p>\n Marshall\u2019s breathing slackened; his chest rose and fell gently as he starred blankly at the Mistress\u2019 ring, unable to oppose Her wishes even for a second.\u00a0 The arrogance and insolence he previously displayed had deserted him\u2026 his condescending, chauvinistic attitude was gone.<\/p>\n The Mistress spoke:\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re my servant now Marshall, you are unable to resist my power.\u00a0 I now rule your very soul.\u00a0 Resisting Me is useless\u2026 you will obey My every wish\u2026 My every whim\u2026 My commands will be willingly; lovingly obeyed\u2026 do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n Marshall again silently nodded.\u00a0 His eyes were focused on the Marquesa\u2019s ring, unable to look away.<\/p>\n \u201cNow close your eyes and sleep\u2026 listen to My voice and sleep\u2026 obey Me\u2026sleep\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Marshall\u2019s eyes slowly closed.\u00a0 He sat perfectly still.\u00a0 His expression was still blank.\u00a0 He was clearly under the great power of the Divine Marquesa.\u00a0 Marshall made no effort to combat the commands from the beautiful Blonde.\u00a0 Her words slowly, surely, became his thoughts.<\/p>\n When again he was allowed to open his eyes he had no idea how much time had elapsed\u2026 but changes had occurred!\u00a0 Instead of being a mature businessman he had somehow become a little baby!\u00a0 His once muscled, tanned body had become small and white and chubby.\u00a0 He was really a baby!\u00a0 He was even wearing a diaper.<\/p>\n Then with a child\u2019s innocent eyes he looked up at the Blonde Goddess who had entranced and enslaved him. \u00a0She had become a new person \u2013 somehow older, wiser, more nurturing\u2026 like an aunt or a mother.\u00a0 She spoke to the child now before Her.<\/p>\n \u201cBaby Marshall you\u2019ve been very naughty.\u00a0 You did not show enough respect to Me, your Superior.\u00a0 In fact, you showed no respect at all\u2026 and for that you must be punished.\u00a0 Isn\u2019t that right?\u201d<\/p>\n Marshall knew he had misbehaved.\u00a0 He slowly crawled (why couldn\u2019t he walk?) toward the Marquesa.\u00a0 As he crawled he tried to explain his behavior.<\/p>\n \u201cMarshall is sorry,\u201d he said, \u201cMarshall is sorry Mistress Marquesa, Marshall was bad and he is sorry.\u00a0 Please don\u2019t punish Marshall.\u00a0 Please!\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But the Mistress knew what to do with naughty boys!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She put naughty Marshall over Her knee and spanked him until he cried and cried \u2013 big tears \u2013 and he begged Her to stop.\u00a0 His voice was oddly child-like:\u00a0 higher pitched and more unsure than before.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease\u2026 please Marshall will never be bad again\u2026 please Mommy Marquesa\u2026 don\u2019t spank baby Marshall or baby Marshall will cry for ever.\u201d<\/p>\n The small child-like voice emanating from the baby touched the Mistress\u2019 heart and She hugged him and rubbed soft, silky baby powder on his little baby butt and Marshall felt better.\u00a0 In fact, baby Marshall loved his Mommy Mistress.\u00a0 As She rubbed the soothing powder on his rump, something started to stir on his little body\u2026 something bad!\u00a0 His wee wee started to grow and get hard.\u00a0 Mommy Marquesa was so pretty and his wee wee just got bigger every time he felt the soft, warm touch of Her loving, Motherly hand on his bottom.<\/p>\n Eventually the Mistress noticed Marshall\u2019s bad wee wee and pushed him off of Her lap onto the floor.\u00a0 She again spoke to the little baby boy:\u00a0 \u201cI know it is hard for Mommy Marquesa\u2019s little boys to control their pee pees so She will help you baby Marshall, look up at Mommy\u2019s hand.\u201d<\/p>\n With that the brilliant white stone of the Marquesa\u2019s ring was placed before baby Marshall\u2019s eyes and he was again immediately transfixed by the bright shiny stone.<\/p>\n Again the beautiful blonde spoke in a soft, irresistible voice: \u00a0\u201cHere\u2019s how Mommy Marquesa will help baby Marshall’s pee pee.\u201d<\/p>\n With that She rubbed him and as if by magic, it withered and disappeared into his body and was replaced by the small, yet perfect, sex organs of a baby girl.<\/p>\n \u201cNow you can be baby Marsha \u2013 a little girl baby \u2013 that\u2019s much better than being a mean ol\u2019 boy baby!\u201d<\/p>\n Marshall\/Marsha couldn\u2019t resist any of the suggestions Mommy was implanting in his\/her feeble little brain and enthusiastically adopted his\/her role as a girl.\u00a0 In the back of Marsha\u2019s brain was a vague feeling \u2013 something about the sensuous Mommy stirred a kind of longing and tension within him\/her \u2013 but with no pee pee, he could take no action.<\/p>\n He\/she just relaxed and let Mommy Marquesa finish the powder rub\u2026 just loving every touch\u2026 he\/she loved Her like a baby loves her Mommy!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marsha\/Marshall was so good that Mommy Marquesa once again drew him toward Her and produced a bottle, complete with nipple, that Marsha\/Marshall suckled contentedly \u2013 cooing.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n After feeding, Marsha\/Marshall fell fast asleep in Mommy Marquesa\u2019s warm safe embrace near Her bosom\u2026 a warm, wonderful place to be.<\/p>\n As Marshall opened his eyes a second time he again spied the Mistress.\u00a0 She was fully dressed in Her sexy black dress.\u00a0 He grabbed his crotch and noted with great relief that he was once again whole and fully functional, for with one look at the lovely, dominating, controlling, hypnotic blonde, he became rock hard.\u00a0 But this time he knew he must treat Her with dignity and respect She (and every other woman) deserved.\u00a0 He politely asked if somehow he could be of assistance\u2026 and each sentence ended with \u201cMa\u2019am!\u201d\u00a0 He had learned his lesson.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Needless to say, the Marquesa purchased Her stocks ( at a great discount)\u2026 but the real success was that once a week Marshall visited the nursery of Mistress\/Mommy Marquesa where, with a bit of hypnotic help, baby Marshall reappeared.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n 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