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Note to the reader: This story is based on actual events.<\/i><\/p>\nNote to the reader: This story is based on actual events.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I don\u2019t remember how we met her. All of a sudden all four of us were crowded around her at this little beach bar on a Friday night. It was spring break, and because we are at school in Florida none of us had headed home. Instead we hung around the shore clubs, looking to score out-of-town hotties who had come to the beach to unwind.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She was obviously not a sorority girl. It was difficult to guess her age, but she was obviously much older than all of us. But sexy. Crazy sexy. Blond hair, green eyes, and a body that made my palms sweat and pulse race just from looking at it.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t remember which of us started flirting with her first, but by midnight we were all gathered around her bar stool, hanging on her every word like trained puppies in a circus act. There were four of us as always, The Musketeers. Jim, the big jock who plays varsity football. Steve, the ladies\u2019 man. Alan, the engineering student. And me, Robert. The quiet, ambitious one. We had all met in the freshman dorms and been a quartet every since. And now we were all mesmerized by the same enticing siren.<\/p>\n
She was fascinating. Her conversation sparkled. She introduced herself as \u201cGoddess Marquesa,\u201d and kept us spellbound with stories of her life as an erotic hypnotist.<\/p>\n
She was funny, vivacious, provocative. She teased and aroused us without ever losing control of our focus or breaking the festive mood. And dear God, she was seductive. Every movement of her hands, every sip of her lemon drop martini, every intake of breath was so sensual. After a while, when I shifted in my seat, I became self-conscious, realizing that my dick had become rock solid just watching and listening to her. A moment later she noticed how much my attraction to her had unsettled me, and without interrupting the joke she was telling she gave me a wink. No one else noticed it, but I saw it clearly, and it sent a hot flash through my entire body.<\/p>\n
At about 2 AM she rose from her stool. \u201cIt has been lovely boys, but I have things to do in the morning,\u201d she said. A collective groan rose from the four of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t go, Goddess!\u201d Steve said, stepping in close to her so that he could whisper seductively to her. \u201cStay and hypnotize us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe some other time,\u201d she said, smiling. \u201cYou boys run along home and be good little students.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim stepped in close, putting on the mock air of a dangerous gigolo. \u201cYou are so fine! You are my fantasy come true.\u201d<\/p>\n
Unfazed, Goddess Marquesa stroked the big lunk\u2019s cheek with the fingers of one gorgeous hand, and planted a soft kiss on his lower lip. I had never seen Jim stagger so drunkenly after being hit on the football field. If Alan and I had not caught him, he would have hit the floor.<\/p>\n
We all exited the bar, and as my friends trotted toward the bus stop I doubled back and approached Goddess Marquesa as she was about to get into her car in the club\u2019s parking lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re Robert, right?\u201d she asked as she noticed me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a bit more mature than your other friends, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you say so,\u201d I replied, trying to sound cool though I could feel my cheeks turning red.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can I do for you, Robert? You\u2019ll miss your bus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to see you again,\u201d I blurted.<\/p>\n
She laughed. \u201cPerhaps we\u2019ll run into each other some time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t wait that long,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
She went silent and looked at me for a moment, thinking. \u201cYour friend has me wrong, you know,\u201d she finally remarked. \u201cI am no one else\u2019s fantasy. You boys are all my fantasy. Do you know what that means?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t, and I shook my head in confusion.<\/p>\n
She took a business card out of her purse. \u201cWell you think about it, and if you figure it out you call me,\u201d she said, handing me the card.<\/p>\n
The card stayed in my wallet for a while. This wasn\u2019t because I stopped thinking of her. Quite the contrary. I couldn\u2019t stop. But I was frightened by what she made me feel. I had trouble sleeping. I jacked off while fantasizing about her every day. On most days more than once. My girlfriend could tell that something was different when she came back to campus as classes resumed.<\/p>\n
What had Goddess Marquesa meant? I pondered and pondered but was too stupid to figure it out. Finally I took the card out of my wallet and called in desperation.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d Just hearing her voice again gave me chills.<\/p>\n
\u201cG-G-Goddess Marquesa,\u201d I stuttered. \u201cIt\u2019s me. Robert. The boy from the bar.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed, making my rock-hard cock even stiffer. \u201cI knew I would be hearing from you eventually, pet. Have you figured out what I meant last time W\/we talked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Goddess. But please\u2026 please let me see you again. I want to learn. Teach me what you meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed again. \u201cThe lesson has begun already, sweet boy. It\u2019s quite simple, really: men submit to My will. That is the nature of things. If you spend time with Me, you will become what I desire. It is already happening to you. If you persist, the changes will become more profound\u2026 more dramatic. Are you ready for that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCall back when you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
*Click*<\/p>\n
The phone line went silent.<\/p>\n
The next week was the strangest of my life. I hung out with the Musketeers. I studied. I even occasionally got together with my girlfriend. But all I could think about was Goddess Marquesa. Her eyes. Her lips. Her laugh. The silky texture of her voice. The need for her grew and grew, like a thirst that builds as you work in the sun on a hot day.<\/p>\n
Finally I gave in.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m ready,\u201d I said as she answered the phone. \u201cI want to become your fantasy. I can\u2019t be without you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to hear you beg,\u201d she declared. \u201cGrovel. Plead. I don\u2019t want there to be any question but that you asked for what I will do to you. Beg to be My creature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, PLLEEEEAAASE, Goddess,\u201d I cried into the phone, tears choking my voice. \u201cAnything\u2026.I\u2019ll submit to anything\u2026..Just let me be yours\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent,\u201d she intoned, her voice showing no surprise, only contented amusement.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen can my transformation start?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe will begin right now,\u201d she said, \u201con the phone. Listen to My voice. Focus. You feel yourself becoming relaxed\u2026..sleepy\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n
She took me deep into hypnosis for the first time that afternoon. When she brought me back I felt wonderful, like I had experienced a cathartic orgasm or a soaring high, but with no lingering fatigue or bleariness. At her command I called her every day after that. I needed no arm-twisting. If the chance to hear her voice had not been enough (which it was) the delightful after-effects would have kept me coming back.<\/p>\n
At first I didn\u2019t notice much of a change. Two things happened right away. First, my focus improved, and my mind worked better. My professors noticed an increase in the quality of my work. My grades improved. \u201cCool,\u201d I thought. \u201cHer fantasy man is a straight-A student.\u201d I didn\u2019t realize that this was just a benign side effect of being worked on by a skilled hypnotist.<\/p>\n
The other change was to my libido. I became steadily hornier. My cock was hard all the time. But all of my desire was focused, concentrated. I lost interest in my girlfriend. None of the girls walking around on campus in hot pants and short-shorts held any appeal for me. Instead I pined constantly <\/i>for Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n
She forbade me to jack off without her permission, and it took all of my self control to obey her. Ultimately I did so only because I knew that she would find out if I did not when she questioned me under hypnosis, and I was terrified that disobedience would deprive me of contact with her. Though she had me well-leashed in that respect, I spent much of our phone sessions begging to be allowed to see her or at least to be allowed to jack off to one of her videos. She only laughed at such pleas.<\/p>\n
My balls became so swollen that I sought my girlfriend out for relief. I had been at best a mediocre boyfriend even before spring break (as evidenced by my participation in the \u201cbar crawl\u201d with the other Musketeers). Since falling under the Goddess\u2019s spell I had become an abysmal one. But though the Goddess had forbid me to pleasure myself, she had said nothing about letting someone else do so.<\/p>\n
I found my girlfriend in her dorm room and used all my verbal gifts to convey contrition, affection, and desire (the last was easy, though my girlfriend could not know that she had not inspired the flames of desire in which I was roasting). Everything was going well until I moaned \u201cOoooooh Goddess Marquesa,\u201d in the throes of passion. The slap that my girlfriend gave me before running off in tears raised a large bruise on the left side of my face.<\/p>\n
That is when things got really strange. For a moment I sat on my girlfriend\u2019s bed, feeling a mixture of shame and frustration. But then an impulse seized me. I walked over to my girlfriend\u2019s closet and began picking out some clothes. Before I was fully aware of what I was doing, I had stripped naked and put on a pair of her panties and one of her bras (stuffed with tissue to give me a nice womanly shape). Next I tried the slinky red dress that she had worn to the winter formal, and was just able to make it fit. Finally, I squeezed my feet into a pair of black patent-leather stilettos. I rounded out the whole look with a blond wig that had been part of a Hallowen costume.<\/p>\n
The sight of myself in the mirror turned me on like nothing I had experienced before. I loved the way theses clothes looked on me. I loved the way they made me feel. I knew that this was a new sensation. Goddess Marquesa had made me feel this way. She had transformed me.<\/p>\n
Perhaps the old me would have been frightened or angry, but in that moment all I could feel was aroused. I loved how feminine I had become, and that made me want Goddess Marquesa even more. I took out my cell phone and snapped pictures of my reflection. My cock became rock hard, and the temptation became too great to resist. Lifting the skirt of my dress and pulling my cock free of my panties, I began to stroke, staring at my reflection in the mirror and chanting, \u201cOh Goddess\u2026oh Goddess Marquesa\u2026..ooooh\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was when my girlfriend walked back into her room. I don\u2019t know why she had returned. To demand an apology? To break up with me? Whatever plan she had formed dissolved in the shock and horror at what she encountered. She began to scream and curse incoherently while thrashing me with a book that she grabbed from her desk. I fled, leaving my discarded clothes behind.<\/p>\n
My dorm was on the other side of campus, and I drew lots of stares as I hobbled awkwardly toward my room, unaccustomed to maneuvering while wearing stilettos. As I panted from surprise and exertion a noise broke into my awareness. It was the ring tone of my cell phone, still clutched in my left hand from when I had used it to take mirror selfies.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d I said into the phone\u2019s receiver, too disoriented to check the screen to see who was calling.<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa\u2019s voice answered. \u201cDid she like how pretty you looked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour girlfriend, silly. Did she like how pretty you looked in her clothes?\u201d<\/p>\n
This truly frightened me for the first time since I had met the Goddess. I looked around me, wondering if she was somewhere where she could observe my movements. \u201cHow do you know about my girlfriend?\u201d I pleaded. I had never mentioned my girlfriend to Goddess Marquesa. \u201cHow do you know what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
She only laughed. It was my first real inkling of just what I had begged for.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d she said. \u201cThe good news is that now that your girlfriend is gone, W\/we can see one another again. I will text you My address. Come tomorrow at noon. I\u2019ll have some pretty outfits for you to try on.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hung up, and despite my surprise and the embarrassment of being out in public dressed in drag, my cock became hard. I could not help but be excited at the news that I would see Goddess Marquesa in person in less than twenty-four hours. I realized in that moment that no matter what Goddess Marquesa did to me, I would still want her. No\u2026. more than that\u2026 no matter what Goddess Marquesa did to me, I would want her more, and more, and more, and more\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The next day I set out for Goddess Marquesa\u2019s condo as ordered. I was tempted to wear my girlfriend\u2019s dress again\u2026 the way I felt in it made me so hot. But I forced myself to dress in man\u2019s clothes, both to avoid drawing attention on the street and because the Goddess had told me she had chosen clothes for me to wear.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When the Goddess let me in, she took me into her boudoir, where she had laid out some skirts and blouses that she had purchased in my size, and let me choose an ensemble. She provided me with some pink panties and a lacy pink bra to wear, and a wig with long brown curls to match my eyes. When I was dressed she sat me at her vanity table and taught me how to apply makeup. The whole scene made me woozy with arousal. The combination of her voice, her presence, and my pulsating feminine energy made me as horny as I had ever been in my life.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As I was applying the last touches to my lipstick, Goddess Marquesa began speaking to me in rhythmic, dulcet tones. \u201cRoberta you look so pretty\u2026 so pretty. Making yourself pretty relaxes you\u2026 you feel yourself getting sleepy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I went deep into trance. When I emerged, I was on my knees, staring up at Goddess Marquesa. She had never been sexier. I wanted her desperately\u2026.I could literally feel my blood boiling with desire.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease, please Godesss\u2026\u201d I begged, clasping my hands in front of my chest in a gesture of supplication.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat do you want, slave?\u201d she asked, her face a mask of absolute dominance.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease fuck me up the ass!\u201d I did not know it was what I wanted until the words left my mouth, but as I said them I knew that I could not wait another moment before Goddess Marquesa jammed a strap-on dildo up my anus. I needed <\/i>to feel her penetrate me. I needed<\/i> this magnificent, miraculous Woman to make me her total bitch and butt-boy.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She made me beg for another twenty minutes, but finally she granted my wish. I watched, mesmerized, as she strapped on an enormous dildo and her beautiful hands coated it with lubricant. Then I lifted my skirt, dropped my panties, and bent over the back of her couch. She entered me with a practiced thrust.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBeg Me to fuck you slut,\u201d she commanded as she pumped her hips and sent her shaft first in, then out, then in\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease Goddess, PLLEEASE don\u2019t stop. Please fuck me\u2026 hard!<\/i>\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n
The thrusting intensified, and I went into a fugue of surrender and ecstasy. I moaned uncontrollably, lost in the joy of being her fuck puppet. Drool poured out of my mouth and tears leaked from my eyes as I lost all control. The stimulation in my prostate gland built. I could feel myself approaching orgasm.<\/p>\n
\u201cUghh\u2026 ugh… \u201d I grunted. \u201cI\u2026 I\u2026 I\u2019m cumm-m-ming.\u201d<\/p>\n
She grabbed my hair and yanked hard. \u201cDon\u2019t you cum without My permission, shitwad,\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 I\u2026 I can\u2019t STOP!\u201d I cried. It was true. The excitement of being fucked by her was too much. My cock erupted like a volcano.<\/p>\n
She pulled out of my ass and shoved me to the ground. I fell on my hands and knees.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook what you did to the back of My couch, worm!\u201d she yelled, pointing at a rivulet of cum dripping down the upholstery. \u201cLick it clean!\u201d<\/p>\n
I obeyed reflexively, licking my own cum like a hungry dog lapping up a plate of bacon grease. When I was done I began to pull my panties up, but stopped, still on my knees, when she cleared her throat loudly in an obvious call for my attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there something else you want to say?\u201d she asked, standing over me imperiously, her arms crossed in a posture of disapproval.<\/p>\n
I looked up at her gorgeous face and form. She was wearing a short black dress that showed her magnificent cleavage and scorchingly sexy legs. The sight of her made me hard again despite how copiously I had just spewed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI LOVE YOU, GODDESS,\u201d I cried, pressing my hands together in a gesture of worship. The words were utterly true. I realized in that moment that I had first begun to love Goddess Marquesa the night I met her, but that the passionate love I felt for her had been growing ever since. Everything she said, everything she did, made me love her more.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that, shitstain,\u201d she declared, rolling her eyes. \u201cWhat else do you need to say?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought for a moment. Then the truth welled up inside of me like a geyser bursting to get out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came without your permission, Goddess!\u201d I gasped. \u201cPunish me\u2026 punish me, please?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow should I punish you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cP-p-p-p-lease,\u201d I stuttered, unable to speak because of the power of the desire welling up inside of me. \u201cPlease take me over your knee and spank me\u2026 oh please\u2026 PLLEEEEAAASE.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled with the satisfaction of a trainer who sees her pet perform as it has been trained. With slow, graceful movements she arrayed herself in a large armchair and patted the exquisite lap formed by her perfect thighs. \u201cAssume the position, slave,\u201d she commanded. \u201cYou may let your cock dangle between My legs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rose shakily and waddled over, my ankles bound by the panties that still pooled at my feet. I bent over and allowed my weight to settle across her gorgeous lap. When my ass was in position I felt the muscles of her thighs clamp around my rigid cock.<\/p>\n
Smack!<\/p>\n
The pain as her hand landed made my teeth rattle and my eyes water. But the thrill of feeling her touch was electric. I wanted more.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you say, worm?\u201d she chided.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Goddess!\u201d I cried.<\/p>\n
Smack!<\/p>\n
The pain intensified. But with each smack she pushed my cock against her muscular thigh, driving me back up the ladder toward orgasm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes baby hurt too much?\u201d she teased. \u201cShould Mistress stop?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d I pleaded. \u201cDon\u2019t stop! Don\u2019t stop, Goddess!\u201d<\/p>\n
Smack!<\/p>\n
It hurt so much. It felt so good. It was hell. It was heaven. I wanted it to stop. I wished it would never end.<\/p>\n
Smack!<\/p>\n
The pleasure in my cock and balls mounted. I was on the edge.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh M-mistress!\u201d I cried, squirming to try to release my cock from between her thighs. \u201cI-I-I\u2019m going to c-c-cum\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d she yelled, clamping the muscles of her thighs around my cock so that I could not escape. Smack! \u201cYou would dare to cum again without My permission?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cN-n-no. P-p-p-p\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Splooge!<\/p>\n
I came a second time, all over the exquisite smoothness of her inner thighs.<\/p>\n
\u201cAaaaaah!\u201d I screamed. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mistress! I\u2019m sorry! I couldn\u2019t stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
I expected more beating, but instead a gentle hand stroked my hair. \u201cShhhh\u2026 shhhhh\u2026.\u201d she soothed. She lowered her head so that her lips were by my ear. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, sweetling. I forgive you. You will learn how to obey. You belong to Me, now\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I rolled off her lap and turned, still on my hands and knees. Without being told I knew what to do. I lapped up the cum dripping down the sides of her thighs.While I licked, she continued to stroke my hair and coo to me softly, \u201cThat\u2019s a good boy. That\u2019s My good pet\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The next few weeks were like a dream. I spent more and more time with Goddess, and became more and more a figment of her wicked imagination. It was ecstasy to cum for her when she allowed me to, but suffering for her was almost as sweet. The greatest bliss of all was serving her. She allowed me to cook, clean, and shop for her. It was heaven to go to supermarket wearing one of my pretty dresses, with full wig and makeup, feeling the smooth fabric of my panties massage my shaved legs while I walked through aisles of dairy and produce.<\/p>\n
One day after a few months of training she summoned me into her parlor to receive a special command.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will bring the other Musketeers here to Me,\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy, Mistress?\u201d I whined. \u201cAren\u2019t I enough for you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Smack! Her hand smashed across my cheek, making me see stars.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow dare you question what I want?\u201d she seethed. \u201cYou are here to be My fantasy, to make My wishes come true. When you know I want something, you do it. Is that understood?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d I said contritely, eyes downcast.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a fantasy that coincidentally requires four young men to fulfill. One will be you, you will supply Me with three more in the form of your friends. Bring them here Friday night.\u201d<\/p>\n
It did not take much convincing to get Alan, Jim, and Steve to accompany me on the appointed night. They all remembered Goddess Marquesa. The thought of seeing her again made all three of them drool like Pavlov\u2019s dogs.<\/p>\n
The Goddess met us at the door wearing a breathtaking green satin dress that showed off her luscious breasts and shapely legs and that matched the hue of her witchy eyes. She ushered us into her parlor and dispensed drinks: beers for me, Steve and Jim, a vodka tonic for Alan. For herself she made a lemon drop martini. We bantered and flirted for a few minutes before the Goddess clinked her glass by way of calling for everyone\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you boys must be curious why I called you here tonight,\u201d Goddess Marquesa announced. \u201cI would like to play a little game with you all. If you are curious to know what it is, W\/we must go into My bedroom. It is set up in there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHot damn!\u201d Jim yelled, always the clown. \u201cLead on, Foxy Mama!\u201d<\/p>\n
We followed the Goddess into her large bedroom. Her king-size bed took up part of the room, but it left open a large carpeted space. In the middle of that space had been lain an 8\u2019 by 8\u2019 tarpaulin, with a wooden chair set along each edge of the square, facing the center.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this, musical chairs?\u201d Steve quipped.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething like that,\u201d the Goddess replied drily. \u201cIf each of you gentlemen would please take a chair, W\/we can begin.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all sat down. I could see that the others were nervous\u2026this was obviously a situation none of us had encountered before.<\/p>\n
\u201cFocus on My voice,\u201d the Goddess began, in tones I had come to know well, \u201cyou feel yourselves relaxing\u2026 your eyelids feel heavy\u2026 they are drooping\u2026 becoming sleepy\u2026 closing\u2026 closing\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
She took us deep into trance. Even with my mind in thrall to her will I could see how swiftly the others fell under her spell. When the induction was done she began to toy with us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou boys are feeling completely relaxed,\u201d she declared. \u201cCompletely free of inhibitions. You will show me your deepest, most spontaneous desires. Jim, open your eyes,\u201d the Goddess commanded. He obeyed. \u201cyou once said I was your fantasy. What did you mean by that? Tell the truth\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are the sexiest Woman I have ever seen,\u201d Jim drawled, a slight trail of drool escaping the corner of his mouth. \u201cI want you so badly\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone who wants Me, open your eyes,\u201d the Goddess intoned.<\/p>\n
All of us opened our eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone who really <\/i>wants Me, fall to your knees.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all slid from our chairs and knelt before Goddess Marquesa. The Goddess walked slowly around the inside of the square, surveying us.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want Me, Steve?\u201d the Goddess teased.<\/p>\n
\u201cOoohh\u2026 yes!!!\u201d Steve moaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much do you want Me? Would you pray to Me for a chance to touch Me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Goddess!\u201d Steve gasped, clasping his hands in front of himself in an attitude of prayer.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that way,\u201d the Goddess corrected. \u201cPray to Me with your body. Pray to Me with your cock.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even in a hypnotic haze, Steve understood. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and began stroking.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it Steve! Worship Me! Look at My body! Look into My eyes! Feel how much You need Me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Steve obeyed. His pupils dilated, His breath came in shallow gasps. His eyes fixated on Goddess hungrily, as if he could not take in enough of her beauty.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook boys,\u201d Goddess Marquesa announced. \u201cSteve is praying to Me. Anyone else who would like a chance to touch Me, You should pray to Me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rest of us acted as one. Three flies came undone, three steely shafts were in hands, three hands pumped rhythmically.<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesas smiled exultantly and walked slowly around the perimeter of the square, still holding her lemon drop martini. She sipped at the cocktail as she savored the scene, luxuriating in the abject surrender of her captives. She was the most beautiful I had ever seen her, almost too magnificent to behold. Even as I was lost in the frenzy of venting my insatiable desire for her, I could not help but gape in awe at the sheer force of her irresistible charm. Surely no other woman on earth could have reduced four strong men to pliant puppets, helpless prisoners of her will and overpowering allure.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAll right boys, that is enough stroking,\u201d the Goddess ordered after a few minutes had passed, \u201cCum for Me now!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Like magic, all four of us erupted at once, each of us spewing impossible geysers of spunk. Goddess Marquesa laughed triumphantly as our eyes rolled back into our heads and our bodies spasmed in involuntary tribute to her beauty. After a minute of frenzied ecstasy the grunts and tremors quieted, and each of us knelt in a drained heap before Goddess.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cVery good boys,\u201d the Goddess chirped brightly, \u201cyou all performed for Me very nicely. Now anyone who wants to earn the chance to kiss My foot only has to lick up the puddle in front of him. The first one to clean his spot of tarp can kiss both My feet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 All four of us pitched forward and lapped greedily, each sucking up his own cum as fast as he was able. Alan was done first, and crawled forward eagerly to claim his prize of placing a kiss on each of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s gorgeous feet. The rest of us waited patiently, and crawled forward in turn as the Goddess gave us leave to place our lips to her magnificent flesh.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That night changed all of us forever. It opened us up to feelings that our sick society denies or suppresses. All of us learned the intense fulfillment that can be found in surrender to a Superior Woman. The experience bonded us even closer, and made our friendship stronger.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And I have become ever more bound by Goddess Marquesa. I am her shackled slave, her trussed plaything, her malleable puppet. I could not have asked for a better fate. I thank the great Goddess above every day for the chance to serve and worship Goddess Marquesa, and live my life as Her fantasy.<\/p>\n
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