{"id":4799,"date":"2024-10-22T20:50:38","date_gmt":"2024-10-22T20:50:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=4799"},"modified":"2024-10-23T16:13:11","modified_gmt":"2024-10-23T16:13:11","slug":"monster-mash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/monster-mash\/","title":{"rendered":"Monster Mash"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Monster Mash<\/b><\/p>\n

A Halloween story based on Goddess Marquesa\u2019s past and future exploits<\/i><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/b>\u201cWhy do we need professional help?\u201d I asked as we approached the store. The sign over the door read \u201cMaison Fantastique\u201d in bold crimson letters on an amber background.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBecause W\/we need to match perfectly,\u201d she replied, without turning to face me. I held the door open for her and she breezed into the boutique regally, explaining, \u201cI want to win tonight\u2019s costume contest at the BDSM Halloween Ball.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0 Inside we were greeted by a short bald man in a pinstripe suit and a tall, thin, Bohemian looking fellow, both of who fawned over her as men usually do. \u201cGoddess Marquesa!\u201d the bald man gushed. \u201cIt is always an honor to serve you. Who have you brought us today?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThis is one of My slaves, of course,\u201d she declared, gesturing at me with a dismissive wave of her exquisite hand. \u201cHis name doesn\u2019t matter. You can call him \u2018shitstain.\u2019 You know what he needs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMmmm\u2026.yes\u2026.,\u201d the bald man replied, taking my measurements with his eyes. \u201cAs we discussed on the phone\u2026.Well, Goddess, you can follow Pierre into the salon. Shitstain, you come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa followed the tall Bohemian into a room off to the left. I followed the bald man through a curtain that led to the rear of the store.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cStrip naked,\u201d the bald man commanded. I did as I was told. Since meeting Goddess Marquesa I had become used to taking orders. She had picked me up in a bar in June, taken me home, and hypnotized me. Actually, she may have begun hypnotizing me as we were talking in the bar\u2026.I\u2019ve never really been able to tell, and don\u2019t really care.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 From that night on my desire for her has grown steadily. On the night we met I would have told you that she was the most enticing woman I had ever encountered. Utterly irresistible. But now\u2026..now I don\u2019t have words for how she makes me feel. She is in my head constantly\u2026pulsing through my blood. Making my nipples engorge at odd times. Stiffening my cock at the slightest reminder of her voice\u2026her touch.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Obeying her always makes me hard, and since I knew that obeying the bald man was the same as obeying her, I had to fight not to become erect as he ordered me about. Once I had stripped, he had me try on several different pairs of pants and jackets, all theatrically ripped and patched. When he had finally found a combination that he liked (the pants were too short and frayed at the cuffs, the jacket did not match the pants and had several plaid patches sewn to the front), he sat me in a chair while he and a younger assistant began working on my makeup.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The pair put a plastic green prosthetic on my head, clasped around the back with a large clip-band, which gave the top of my skull the flat, square shape of the classic movie Frankenstein monster. To the top of the prosthetic they glued stringy black hair which they blended with my own hair in back. Next came green makeup on my face and hands, with glue-on stitched scars and electrodes bulging from either side of my neck. The whole transformation took almost two hours.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As the bald man was applying final touches to my face scars with a fine brush, Goddess Marquesa entered. She was dressed in what can only be called the SEXIEST MAD SCIENTIST COSTUME OF ALL TIME. A small white lab coat clung tightly to her shoulders and arms, underneath which she wore what was ostensibly a gray power suit. The suit had a conservative lace white collar and a daisy worn as a boutonniere, but was cut so severely short at the top that her magnificent cleavage spilled forth in decadent abandon, and her skirt was so tiny that it was impossible not to look at the divine curves of her legs.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAre you ready for the final step?\u201d she asked the bald man.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess! We got the items you desired,\u201d the bald man replied, drawing a small gray jewelry box from a handy drawer. Opening the lid, he showed Goddess Marquesa the box\u2019s contents: two thin golden rings, each about one inch in diameter.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat are those for?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYour nipples!\u201d the bald man answered, flashing a big toothy grin for the first time since I had entered the shop.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I swallowed hard. The tall Bohemian had entered the room, and he and the bald man\u2019s assistant had each taken up station at one of my elbows, as if prepared to hold me down. \u201cMy nipples?\u201d I asked. \u201cBut why? No one will be able to see them under my shirt and jacket.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThis is the special sauce that will put you perfectly into character,\u201d Goddess Marquesa explained. \u201cYou are going to the party as My creature, and what better way to feel that you are My creature than to surrender your body to My Will? Besides, it turns Me on to watch while one of My slaves gets pierced for Me. That is the main reason W\/we came here in the first place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cB-b-b-but\u2026,\u201d I stammered, struggling to articulate a protest. \u201cThe pain\u2026.sensitive\u2026if someone sees\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShhh\u2026shhhh..shhhh, pet,\u201d the Goddess cooed, stepped forward and brushing my cheek with her silky hand. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to do anything you don\u2019t want to do. If this really wouldn\u2019t please you\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She gazed into my eyes, and I felt myself drowning again in her witchy emerald orbs\u2026.My heart pounded\u2026my head spun. Everything about her overwhelmed me. Her scent. Her beautiful face. Her energy. Her sheer charisma. My mind melted under the glare of her will. I could feel nothing but how much I wanted to be Hers\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease Goddess,\u201d I heard myself begging, \u201cpierce me. Make me Yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The tall Bohemian and the assistant opened the front of my shirt and held my arms as the bald man moved in with a long needle. I hissed in pain and arched my back as each hole was punctured, but never lost sight of Goddess Marquesa. Her emerald eyes were ablaze with arousal, I could feel a corona of power radiating from her. She breathed deeply, as if savoring the musk of my pain. I had never seen her so heartbreakingly beautiful.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When both rings were set, she stepped forward and took my face in both hands, bending to place a soft kiss on my lips. She reached down between her legs with one hand as she leaned next to my ear. \u201cThat made Me so hot!\u201d she exclaimed in an urgent whisper.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With two fingers she smeared some moisture on the cleft above my upper lip.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cA gift!\u201d She said.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I inhaled and smelled the sweet fragrance of Her Pussy.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019ve been a good boy,\u201d She said. \u201cI will make special use of you later. But first, W\/we have a costume contest to win\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Monster Mash A Halloween story based on Goddess Marquesa\u2019s past and future exploits \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy do we need professional help?\u201d I asked as we approached the store. The sign over the door read \u201cMaison Fantastique\u201d in bold crimson letters on an amber background. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBecause W\/we need to match perfectly,\u201d she replied, without turning […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,4],"tags":[649,1189,119,1190,39,1192,71,398,1191],"class_list":["post-4799","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspired-by-goddess-marquesa","category-stories","tag-adoration","tag-deep-surrender","tag-emerald-eyes","tag-halloween-ball","tag-marquesa","tag-mistress-scent","tag-obedience","tag-piercing","tag-sexxy-costume-contest"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2FCuA-1fp","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4799","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4799"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4799\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4811,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4799\/revisions\/4811"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4799"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4799"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4799"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}