{"id":4920,"date":"2025-07-24T01:46:17","date_gmt":"2025-07-24T01:46:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=4920"},"modified":"2025-07-24T01:46:17","modified_gmt":"2025-07-24T01:46:17","slug":"the-servant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/the-servant\/","title":{"rendered":"The Servant"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"One dreary, overcast autumn weekday morning finds Goddess Marquesa puttering around Her house.\u00a0 Well, not so much puttering as attending to mundane (read non-fetish<\/em>) business that, to Her, seems as dreary as the weather outside.\u00a0 Exciting?\u00a0 No, far from it.\u00a0 She expressed Her feelings about this work when She once admonished a subject who innocently inquired what She was up to, replying crossly, “I don’t have time to sit around all day in black leather, eating bonbons and playing with sex toys.\u00a0 Sometimes, things need to be done!”<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Her choice of clothing, no surprise, is entirely congruent with accomplishing mundane but necessary tasks;\u00a0 She’s comfortably attired in a blue pastel cotton blouse, casually knotted around Her waist, a pair of cut-off jeans, and flip flops.\u00a0 Decidedly non-fetish apparel, but having spent the last two hours paying bills and fine tuning a couple of balky links on Her website, She’s not in a fetish mood.\u00a0 Bored, cranky, stifling a yawn, and needing a break, Marquesa is heading to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee when Her doorbell rings.\u00a0 Sighing deeply, She wonders, Now, who could that be?<\/em><\/p>\n

Walking from the kitchen over to the entrance hall, She steps up to the front door, and opening it, She finds a nondescript man, approaching middle age, hunched over and looking downward.\u00a0 Not the most impressive physical specimen, <\/em>She thinks,\u00a0 Not by a long shot.<\/em>\u00a0 His clothes are clean, but well used — he could never be mistaken for a natty dresser.\u00a0 Clean shaven, he carries a bit of paunch and sports a receding hairline that takes half an inch off his height, perhaps 5’8″.\u00a0 On first impression, he looks like a schmo.\u00a0 Having never met him before, She wonders what brings this geeky looking fellow to Her doorstep.\u00a0 If he’s soliciting, She isn’t interested.\u00a0 However, She is never rude, and, sensing no anger or malice in Her visitor, She greets him quizzically but courteously, “Yes?\u00a0 Can I help you?”\u00a0 Though polite, Her tone conveys no tolerance for nonsense.<\/p>\n

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His reply captures Her attention instantly.\u00a0 “A-Are Y-You<\/em> the G-Goddess M-Marq-quesa?” he stammers nervously, looking up at Her in awkward eagerness.<\/p>\n

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“Some may..ADDRESS MEEE..THAT WAY!”<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 She answers, Her curiosity thoroughly aroused by his question.\u00a0 Most of the time She spends in public finds Her clad in mufti because She neither needs nor wants to call undue attention to Herself or Her lifestyle, and so Her visitor, by inquiring after Her by using Her fetish name, has effectively — and instantly — garnered himself Her fullest attention.\u00a0 She continues, “Why do you ask?”\u00a0<\/em> Some undefinable quality in Her tone demands a truthful reply.<\/p>\n

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“I-I-I was told to c-contact You,” stutters Her visitor, looking down.<\/p>\n

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“You were told to contact MEEE…By whomm?<\/em>”\u00a0 Reflexively, Marquesa repeats his words back to him, building rapport.<\/p>\n

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“B-By my psy-psy-psychiatrist.”<\/p>\n

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“By your psychiatrist<\/em>?”\u00a0 His answer piques Her curiosity even more. “Whatever for?”<\/em><\/p>\n

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“B-Because he says You can h-help me m-m-much, much b-b-better — Y-You can do m-more for me th-than he can.”<\/p>\n

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Hmmmm!\u00a0 This could be interesting<\/em>.\u00a0 Marquesa wants to learn more.\u00a0 As She addresses him, she speaks slowly and enunciates distinctly, “He says..EYYE can can help you<\/em> — annd that..EYYE can<\/em>..do more for you<\/em> than he can…I seee.”\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Marquesa continues to build rapport, and sensing from Her visitor’s response to Her words that She has now made sufficient inroads in this area, She moves to take control of this meeting.\u00a0 “Well…I’m..Curious<\/em>, and I’m sure..You, tooo<\/strong>, are <\/em>*Curiouss* — *Veeerrry, Veeerrry Curiouss*<\/em>.\u00a0 So why don’t you..COME IN..and SIT DOWN!<\/em>..<\/em>and MAKE YOURSELF *Commfortable*<\/strong><\/em> so that we can chat..in commforrt and in qui<\/em>etude.<\/em>”\u00a0 She extends Her hand invitingly.\u00a0 Her invitation, posed as a question, is voiced as a COMMAND! —<\/strong> one that is coated in Her most genteel voice, at once empathizing<\/em>, <\/em>sooothinng and welcoming<\/em>.<\/em>\u00a0 How could any<\/em><\/strong> man refuse Her invitation?\u00a0 Docilely, wordlessly, and despite the evident nervousness She can see and sense running up and down his body, Her visitor enters, and, silently, She guides him to Her living room, then bids him to seat himself on a sofa, and ‘suggests<\/em>‘ he spread his legs.\u00a0 After pausing in a moment of reflection, Marquesa walks across to the two large picture windows that open the room to the outdoors and closes the blinds just enough to allow suitable illumination yet provide a satisfactory measure of intimacy and privacy.\u00a0 An ominous portent of things to come, perhaps?\u00a0 We’ll just have to wait and find out.\u00a0 Lastly, with effortless grace, She slides a nearby ottoman between Her visitor’s legs, and, seating Herself on it, faces him.<\/p>\n

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As She sizes him up, his inherent subservience instantly captures Her attention, and a strong suspicion is forming in Her mind as to why he appeared at Her door.\u00a0 And despite the calming, soothing tone of Her voice, She still can viscerally feel him radiating acute inquietude.\u00a0 Knowing this anxiety interferes with his ability to function in Her presence, She realizes She must address this blockage immediately.\u00a0 Reaching out, Marquesa tenderly places Her left hand under his chin, and, as much to keep him from looking down as to direct his focus upon Her face, She gently raises his gaze to meet Hers.\u00a0 Looking directly into his eyes with Her most compassionate smile, Marquesa quietly commands, “NOOOWWW!!<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Jusssst<\/em><\/strong> Make yourself..*Commfortable!* — *Veerrry Commfortable!!*<\/em>…annd..Simm-plee\u00a0R<\/em><\/strong>ee<\/em><\/strong>–<\/em><\/strong>LAXXX!!<\/em><\/strong>...<\/em>Veeerrry Gooood!!!…Annnd<\/em>..Nooww..<\/em>Take a<\/em><\/strong> Deeeeep <\/em>Breath!!<\/em><\/strong>…” <\/em>\u00a0She pauses to allow him to inhale, and She inhales with him, pacing his breathing.\u00a0 \u00a0She is delighted to see him return Her smile, knowing from long experience that he has unconsciously begun to follow Her lead, and, more, that now he is Hers — if She wants him.\u00a0 “…And let it out…Annd<\/em><\/strong>…NOOW<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>Deeeep Breath Again<\/em><\/strong>…”\u00a0 As he complies, She also inhales deeply and loudly, continuing to mirror his breathing. “...annd Jussst R<\/em><\/strong>ee<\/em><\/strong>–<\/em><\/strong>LAXXX!!<\/em><\/strong>…<\/em><\/strong>Veeerrry Goood!!<\/em>…There, NOOWW…Doesn’t that make<\/em><\/strong> You<\/em><\/strong>..Feeeel morre Callm and Ree-LAXXX<\/strong>–<\/em>ed<\/em>?<\/em>” <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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“Y-Yes,” he stutters.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 “Veeerrry Gooood!!!…<\/em>NOOWW…<\/em><\/strong>LOOK INTO MYYY EYES!!<\/em><\/strong>…And Make Yourself.<\/em><\/strong>.*Eee-ven Morre..Comm-fortable!*<\/em> as *<\/strong><\/em>Comm-fortable*<\/em> as you posssibly can…<\/em><\/strong>A<\/em><\/strong>nnd<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>Jussst<\/em><\/strong> Ree-<\/em><\/strong>LAXXXX!…<\/em><\/strong>Ree-<\/em><\/strong>LAXXXX! as <\/em><\/strong>Deeeep-Leee as you posssibly can.”<\/em>\u00a0 \u00a0In marked contrast to the underlying firmness and authority of Her commands, Her voice oozes the most soothing unguents She can summon up.\u00a0 As commanded, Her visitor gazes into strikingly mesmeric emerald eyes, so visually captivating that, once it has been returned, their glance renders them exceedingly difficult for the recipient to look away from.\u00a0 He also responds instantly to the change in Her tone of voice, visibly becoming much more at ease, and settling himself comfortably.\u00a0 “Veerry Gooood!!”<\/em>\u00a0 Having satisfactorily secured his attention and comfort, Marquesa continues, “Nooww<\/strong>,<\/em> EYYE have a few eazzee,<\/em> simmple<\/em> questions to ask you, and…” Shifting momentarily back into Her commanding tone, She goes on,”…YOU WILL ANSWER MYYY QUESTIONS..Truthfully and Commpleetely.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 You will speak..Comm-fortably and Eazzilee..and..<\/em>You will speak..with total confidence!…and with commpleete self-assurance!<\/em>..knowing that..There is no Incorrect Answer — there is no Right or Wrong Answer.<\/em>..as long as<\/em><\/strong>..YOU ARE<\/strong><\/em>..<\/em>*Commpleetelee Truuthfull*<\/em>.<\/em>\u00a0 Annd…As long as<\/em><\/strong>..YOU ARE<\/em><\/strong>..Commpleetelee Truuthfull<\/em>..with<\/em><\/strong> MEEE..You will<\/em><\/strong>..PLEASE MEEE!!<\/em>\u00a0 You will<\/em><\/strong>..PLEASE MEEE GREATLY!!…And so..Do you<\/em>..*Unnderrstannd?*”\u00a0 \u00a0<\/em><\/strong>This last question is partly rhetorical and partly because She desires his oral assent.\u00a0 Also, She is setting him up for what She strongly expects to be Her pretext to assert permanent control over him.<\/p>\n

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“Yes,” he responds.<\/p>\n

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Exxcellent!!\u00a0<\/em> He replied as She had expected, falling into Her trap.\u00a0 An omission in his response must be corrected — immediately.\u00a0 Speaking politely but with a restrained firmness in Her tone that leaves no doubt as to the Hidden Strength — the Raw Power<\/em><\/strong> — behind it, Marquesa informs Her visitor, “When EYYE met you at MYYY door, you addressed MEEE as *<\/em><\/strong>Goddess* <\/em><\/strong>Marquesa<\/em><\/strong>..And so, from this moment on<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>YOU WILL..CONTINUE TO..ADDRESS MEEE AS..*Goddess*.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 <\/em>Therefore, the *Correct*<\/em><\/strong> answer to MYYY Question is, ‘<\/em><\/strong>Yes,<\/em> *Goddess!*’<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 NOOWW…<\/em><\/strong>Do you<\/em>..*Unnderstannd*?”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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“Yes, Goddess.”<\/p>\n

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“And from now on,” She continues, “THE *Correct*<\/em><\/strong> ANSWER TO ALLL<\/em> MYYY QUESTIONS WILL BE EITHER, ‘Yes,<\/em> Goddess!’ <\/strong><\/em>or ‘No, <\/em>Goddess!’<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0<\/em> \u00a0Do you<\/em>..*Unnderstannd*?”<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 She delivers this question in a decidedly ominous tone.\u00a0 Intimidation is a useful weapon in her arsenal.<\/p>\n

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“Yes, Goddess.”\u00a0 No hesitation whatever in his reply.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em> “Verry Goood!!!”\u00a0 <\/em>Resuming Her soothing tones, Marquesa continues Her interrogation, “<\/em>NOOWW<\/em><\/strong>…<\/em><\/strong>You said your psychiatrist recommended that you..*COME..<\/em><\/strong>to MEEE*<\/em><\/strong>..so<\/strong>..<\/em>TELL MEE, Please,<\/em><\/strong> WHYY<\/em> he sent you..TO MEEE?”\u00a0 Although the twin questions as to the identity of the psychiatrist and how he knew Her name and presence weigh on Her mind, She decides to let them ride for the moment.\u00a0 They can wait.<\/p>\n

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The answer comes tumbling out of his mouth, “I’m not sure how to say this, Goddess, but for a long, long time, I’ve had an uncontrollable desire — an overpowering need<\/em> — to find a Beautiful<\/em> STRONG<\/em><\/strong> Woman<\/em>, a *Commanding* <\/em><\/strong>Woman..<\/em>to take orders from.<\/em><\/strong>”\u00a0 His earlier stammering and stuttering have disappeared.\u00a0 “I need to take orders and commands from Her, I <\/em><\/strong>want<\/em><\/strong> Her — I<\/em><\/strong> NEED<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0HER — to run my life.<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0 This desire became a compulsion, and for the longest time it has been growing larger and larger inside me.\u00a0 But, somehow, it didn’t seem right.\u00a0 I thought there was something unnatural about it, which is why I started to see the psychiatrist.\u00a0 We discussed this urge for a long time, and after we thoroughly explored it, he finally told me that You<\/em><\/strong> can help me far more than he can — so he sent me here.”<\/p>\n

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His reply raises the hair on the back of Marquesa’s neck.\u00a0 “Your psychiatrist did you a favor,” She responds dryly, then adds more earnestly,\u00a0 “You have no idea..Jussst<\/em><\/strong> how <\/em>*<\/em>Lucky<\/em>*<\/em> — how Veeerrry..Veeerrry <\/em>*L<\/em>ucky<\/em>* <\/em>you are.<\/em>”\u00a0 Wasting not a moment, and addressing her visitor’s stated, pressing need to follow orders, She now gives him a string of commands.\u00a0 “EYYE<\/strong> want you<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>to..DO THREE THINGS FOR MEEE..RIGHT NOOWWW!!<\/em>\u00a0 \u00a0Eyye want you<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>to..REMOVE..ALLL<\/em> YOUR CLOTHES..except your underpants.\u00a0 Then, you will..FOLD YOUR CLOTHES.\u00a0 Eyye dislike untidiness,<\/em> and so, after you have folded your clothes, you will..PLACE THEM NEATLY<\/em> in this<\/em>\u00a0chair, and YOU WILL..DO THESE THREE THINGS..NOOWW!!”<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0 Hers is what the military call the Command Voice, which they prize for its great power, because, in part, when its possessor also is blessed with a stout pair of lungs and a voice that carries a long distance, it can be readily heard on parade grounds and over battlefield noise, but, much more important, because the tone — the vibe — in which it is delivered brooks no argument:\u00a0 within that tone resides some indefinable quality which instantly quashes any active or lingering resistance among all who hear it.\u00a0 Some officers and sergeants have been blessed with the Command Voice, and Hitler and Rasputin certainly possessed it — few could resist their commands.\u00a0 Although Marquesa’s *Command Voice*<\/em> wouldn’t carry all that well over battlefield noise (and, given Her circumstances, there’s no need for that, anyway!), it possesses in spades that special quality that demands and compels instant<\/em> compliance from listeners, and simultaneously smothers any innate urge to question or resist.\u00a0 In other words, Her *Command Voice*<\/em> is an inborn, natural asset that amplifies and marvelously complements Her naturally assertive, dominant personality and, especially, Her Hypnotic skills — and through them, Her innate ability to control<\/em> anyone<\/em> — especially men.\u00a0 Just now, Her commands are given not out of whim:\u00a0 rather, at the outset of this engagement, She wants to instill both the expectation and the habit of Obedience<\/em><\/strong> in Her (possibly) soon-to-be subject.\u00a0 Delivered reflexively, unconsciously, and honed through thousands of previous encounters with men whose lives She would soon completely dominate and master, Her *Command Voice*<\/em> certainly works exceptionally well on Her visitor.\u00a0 With neither a word of objection nor the slightest hesitation over the seeming impropriety of Her edict to undress himself, as though Her voice had completely suspended his capacity to consider, reason, or even to reflect on — much less resist — Her words<\/em>, he complies and turns expectantly back towards Her, anticipating Her next order.\u00a0 With unspoken approval, Marquesa notes his instant response to Her command and, most gratifying, his anticipation of the one that seems sure to follow.\u00a0 Yeeesss!!!\u00a0<\/em> She also notes that He has become erect.\u00a0 Veerrry Goood!!<\/em>\u00a0<\/em> Her earlier suspicion was spot-on.\u00a0 Smiling inwardly, Her earlier business is suddenly forgotten, and Her pussy is becoming very moist.\u00a0 ‘I think he’ll be staying here awhile.<\/em> Yeeessss!!!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Marquesa now commands, “SIT DOWN! where you sat before…Veerrry Goood!!!…<\/em>And NOOWW<\/em> CLOSE YOUR EYES!…AND..EMMPTY YOUR MIND! — COMPLEETELY<\/em>..<\/em>EMMPTY YOUR MIND!!…AND..YOU WILL..THINK NOTHING!!<\/em> — THINNK NOTHINNG!!<\/em>..EXXX<\/em>-CEPPT<\/em> WHAT..EYYE COMMAND YOU<\/em> TO THINK…AND SO NOOWW!!<\/em>..THINK *OWNLY*<\/em> OF MEEE!! AND..YOUR FANTASIES..UNTIL EYYE RETURN.”\u00a0 By mentioning his fantasies, Marquesa, in a roundabout way, directs his mind back to his childhood dreams and thereby regresses him into the visions that truly turn him on — and, ultimately, that led him to Her doorstep.\u00a0 She adds, “EYYE shall return shortly.\u00a0 In the meantime, YOU WILL..Jussst<\/em><\/strong> R<\/em>ee-LAXXX!!<\/em> AND..SIT QUIETLY!<\/em>..<\/em>AND..THINNK!<\/em> AS EYYE HAVE COMMANDED YOU.”<\/p>\n

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And with that, Marquesa leaves the room.\u00a0 Walking swiftly and silently to Her fetish dressing room, She practically tears off Her around-the-house togs and quickly pulls on a pair of short, tight fitting rubber pants with an open crotch, then dons a short rubber top that covers Her shoulders and boobs and extends below them down to about three inches above Her navel.\u00a0 Next, She dons a pair of latex gloves with the fingertips removed.\u00a0 All Her garments are jet black.\u00a0 As She dons Her fetish garb, She feels Power<\/em><\/strong> — SEXXX!<\/em>ual<\/em> Powwerr<\/em><\/strong> — surging into Her, up and down, throughout Her entire body, and with that SEXXX!<\/em>ual<\/em> surge She instantly feels…Soooo Gooood!!…Soooo Energized!!<\/em>…Soooo Powwerrfull!!<\/em>…annd…Sooooo Arouzzed!!<\/em> \u00a0Now, She swaps out Her flip flops for a pair of black, lightweight barefoot shoes with thin, flat rubber soles.\u00a0 Perhaps it is the SEXXX!<\/em>ual<\/em> Powwerr<\/em><\/strong> running through Her, but, whatever the reason, She succumbs to a sudden urge to top Herself off by donning a black rubber hood that covers Her blonde hair but leaves Her face fully exposed.\u00a0 The simple act of\u00a0 pulling on the hood, She finds, amplifies the SEXXX!<\/em>ual<\/em> Powwerr — annd the sheer dominance —<\/em><\/strong> She projects over Her subjects — an effect She prizes greatly.\u00a0 Finally, Marquesa hastily applies dark eye shadow to draw attention to Her emerald eyes, and dabs on just a hint of pheromone-laced perfume.\u00a0 By the time She has finished, SEXXX!<\/em>ual<\/em> Powwerr<\/em><\/strong> literally oozes out of Her every pore — oozes Soooooo<\/em> strongly She feels it intimately and viscerally.\u00a0 Her pussy is moist.<\/p>\n

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Having transformed Herself into someone entirely different from the person who entered the dressing room just a few short minutes ago, and ready for action, Marquesa heads back to Her living room to formally receive Her guest. \u00a0As She enters the room, Her visitor sits just as She had expected when She left him, peacefully and half in trance.\u00a0 Also, as She expected, he is partially erect.\u00a0 Gooood!!!..Veerrry Gooood!!!!<\/em>\u00a0<\/em> Noiselessly, Her arousal increasing, Her pussy dripping, She moves directly in front of him.<\/p>\n

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“OPEN YOUR EYES AND..LOOK AT..MEEE!!” <\/em>She commands.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>His eyes open and, as they take in the sight of Her, clad in latex, he gasps in surprise and amazement — and delight.\u00a0 Marquesa never tires of this reaction from Her first-time voyeurs.\u00a0 “NOOWW<\/em>..<\/em>TELL MEEE,” She asks him, “The way EYYE now appear — Is that the way..<\/em>you want<\/em><\/strong> the<\/em>..Strong Woman<\/em> of your fantasies to look??\u00a0 BE HONEST!!”<\/em><\/p>\n

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“Y-Yes,” he stammers, not knowing quite what to say.\u00a0 Somehow, She looks different…maybe because of Her rubber fetish attire.\u00a0 In any event, he thinks, Marquesa is looking much, much…better<\/em> than before.\u00a0 Just then, his eye fastens on Her breasts, covered in thin, tight-fitting elastic, Her nipples pushing outward in bas relief<\/em> against their second rubber skin, and he begins to wonder…<\/p>\n

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“Yes, <\/em><\/strong>Goddess!”<\/em><\/strong> She corrects, immediately ending his reverie.\u00a0 \u00a0Her tone of voice invokes the image of a cobra about to strike.\u00a0 To emphasize Her point, She grabs his balls through his underpants and gives them a very tight squeeze, “EYYE don’t want to have to correct you again,” <\/em>She hisses, “And you will want MEE to correct you..<\/em>eevven leess.<\/em>”<\/p>\n

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“Yes, Goddess!”\u00a0 No hesitation, and for the first time, his reply is strong and firm.\u00a0 Her firm tone, Her firm grip, and Her sultry, SEXXX!<\/em>-yy<\/em> looks — have fully captured his attention.\u00a0 Though he would probably be unable to verbalize it, he suddenly feels overwhelmed by the sheer energy of this Strong Woman<\/em>.\u00a0 Perhaps it is due to the naturally dominant power She exudes, which affects all who come in contact with Her;; perhaps to the *touch*<\/em> of Her hand as She led him into Her home; perhaps to the overpowering SEXXX!-<\/em>ual<\/em> energy, which emanates naturally from Her body and seeps like a heavy fog into his every pore; perhaps it stems from Her willingness to invite him into Her lair and hear him out without judging him — and,\u00a0 unlike his psychiatrist, without being paid to listen — but some of these or all of these have swiftly filled him with, yes, curiosity, but also with wonder and appreciation and arousal, and have either awoken or brought forth within him a sudden, overpowering desire to PLEASE!<\/em> and SERVE!<\/em> this Extraordinary\u00a0Woman<\/em>.\u00a0 In any event…<\/p>\n

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“That’s better!<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>MOVE OVER!”<\/em>\u00a0<\/em> As he moves to where She directs, Marquesa sits beside him, to his left.\u00a0 Pulling his left arm around Her shoulder, as if they were on a date, She places his left hand directly on top of Her breast, so the center of his palm falls directly on Her nipple — She had noted his earlier gaze and seeming fascination with Her rubber-sheathed nipples and wishes to tantalize him — and his fingers naturally cup themselves around Her breast.\u00a0 Reaching down, She places Her right hand on his underpants, right over his erect cock.\u00a0 No!\u00a0 That isn’t quite right,<\/em> She admonishes Herself.\u00a0 She pulls down the waistband of his underpants, exposing his cock and balls, and then grabs his cock firmly.\u00a0 There!\u00a0 That’s<\/strong> better!\u00a0<\/em> Much better!!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Through the rubber fabric clinging to Her breast, Her visitor easily feeels<\/em> its firmness and heft, along with the natural warmth that emanates from it.\u00a0 With his left hand, he can..feeel<\/em> Her nipple pressing into his palm, growing firm with desire.\u00a0 He has never before felt — much less dreamed of — anything like this, and it’s safe to say that by placing his hand over Her breast, where it now rests, and with Her hand on his cock, Marquesa has fully captured his attention.\u00a0 As She had expected, His cock responds, swelling up, filling Her hand and becoming increasingly firmer, stiffer.\u00a0 Gooood!!!…Veeerrryy Goood!!!<\/em>\u00a0 For Her guest, this introduction marks a venture into territory previously undreamed, and it fully engages his His mental faculties, both his conscious and inner mind.\u00a0 It also tends to prevent his mind from wandering…<\/p>\n

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Time to get down to business.\u00a0 “NOWW,<\/em> TELL ME YOUR NAME.”<\/p>\n

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“My name is Larry.”<\/p>\n

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“Veerry Goood!”<\/em>\u00a0 Conveying approval, Marquesa deftly massages his cock in a pleasing manner.\u00a0 “TELL MEE, Larry, when first did YOU<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>begin to..Feeeel<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>the NEEEED TO..SERRVE <\/strong><\/em>a..*Strong Woman*?<\/em>”\u00a0 As She says *Strong Woman*<\/em>, She deftly grabs his balls firmly and massages his cock with all the sensuality She can muster, at once conveying erotic carnality along with the unmistakable fact that..SHE IS IN CHARGE!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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“I remember clearly,” he begins earnestly, his earlier hesitancy now gone.\u00a0 “Back when I was a kid, when I was ten or eleven years old, I’d watch a TV show about a boy who was with a Strong Woman.<\/em>”\u00a0 At the words ‘Strong Woman’<\/em>, Marquesa massages the cock in an especially pleasurable<\/em> manner.\u00a0 “I don’t know how they got together, or whether She was his mom or his guardian or just some lady he ran into, but She always wanted the boy to do as She wanted — to mind Her, to heed Her — even when he didn’t want to.\u00a0 And he didn’t want to follow Her wishes.\u00a0 Not at all.\u00a0 Instead, he wanted to resist Her, tried to resist Her, but when he tried to stop Her from having him do as She commanded — and he tried very hard — She’d either stare at him in a strange, unexplainable way, or She’d say something mysterious and powerful, and he would give in, and then…he’d..Do Jusst as She Commanded —<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0he’d Obey Her!<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0Like he had no mind, no will of his own.\u00a0 It was like She had some<\/em> *<\/em>Mystical Power<\/em>*<\/em> over him.<\/em>\u00a0 She was ALLL-ways stronger.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Maybe Her will was stronger, maybe She did have some Power that took away his ability or his desire to resist,<\/em><\/strong> but..She ALLL-ways had Her way;<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 She ALLL-ways won out;\u00a0 She ALLL-ways overcame, ALLL-ways prevailed.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 And when She did, I liked that; She — or maybe Her Power — made me<\/em><\/strong>..feeel..different — made my cock tingle in a strange wonderful way.<\/em>\u00a0 Later, when I got older and started to jerk off, and when the Strong Woman<\/em>…” [Marquesa again gives his cock an extremely pleasurable fondle.”]…would force the boy to do as She commanded, She would always have Her way,\u00a0 with Her stare, Her voice, Her manner — all these made my cock tingle more and more, and made me..<\/em><\/strong>feeel<\/em><\/strong>..<\/em>SEXXX!<\/em>ually<\/em> exxcited.<\/em>\u00a0 Whenever She won — which was every time<\/em><\/strong> — it would do something deep inside me, it would make me tingle all over, especially when the boy put all his energy into resisting Her, but She ALLL-ways won out,<\/em><\/strong> and each time She prevailed, She excited me all over, and I’d jerk off.\u00a0 She really got me off.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Then, I began to imagine myself<\/em><\/strong> as the boy in the show trying to resist Her<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 I saw myself filled with great strength and power, and trying my hardest to withstand Her will, but I never had quite enough strength or endurance or the will to resist, and Somehow the Strong Woman ALLL-ways Overcame me — ALLL-ways Overcame my will — ALLL-ways had Her way.\u00a0 I Jusst <\/em><\/strong>HAD<\/em><\/strong> TO <\/em><\/strong>OBEY!!<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Her.\u00a0 Had to carry out Her orders.\u00a0 And…”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Marquesa interrupts, asking, “So let MEEE see, Larry, if EYYE have this correct??\u00a0 \u00a0Does the act of..Tryy-inng<\/em><\/strong>..to resist *the Strong Woman*<\/em>…[When She mentions his *Strong Woman,*<\/em> Marquesa once again fondles his cock in Her most pleasurable manner]..<\/em>.of your fantasy and then feeelinng<\/em> *the Strong Woman*…<\/em>[Again, as She mentions *feeeling the Strong Woman,*\u00a0 <\/em>She fondles his cock with carnal sensuality so overpowering that Larry feels ready to melt in Her hands]…over-<\/em><\/strong>COME <\/em><\/strong>you<\/em><\/strong> — Impose Her Will on you<\/em><\/strong> — represents the..**Clyy-maxx**<\/em>..of your fantasy?”\u00a0 As he nods Yes!<\/em>, Marquesa punctuates Her words and thoughts with special ministrations to his cock and balls.\u00a0 She can sense — can literally feeel — the effects of Her punctuation instantly!\u00a0 Yeeesss!!..<\/em>.<\/em>A<\/em> Veeerrry ree-sponsive subject.<\/em> \u00a0She doesn’t give him the chance to speak — She continues on, keeping him in his fantasy, now regressing him.] “EYYE Understand.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 Sooooo then<\/em>…Jusssst<\/em><\/strong>..GO BACK!..<\/em>GO BACK <\/em>IN TIME<\/em> NOOWWW!!<\/em>.<\/em>.<\/em>AND<\/em>..<\/em>*<\/em><\/strong>IMAAGINE<\/em>*<\/em> that *<\/em>Spesshaill<\/em>* TV Show — SEE that<\/em>\u00a0 <\/em>*<\/em><\/strong>Spesshiall<\/em>*<\/em><\/strong> TV Show — ANND<\/em>..<\/em>SEEE YOURSELF<\/em>..in that show<\/em><\/strong> — in that show<\/em> — as the boy<\/em>..tryy-inng..tryy-innng NOOWWW to ree-zzist *The Strong Woman*<\/em>\u00a0— tryy-inng<\/em> to ree-zzist<\/em> Her<\/em> *Superior Powwerr*…tryy-inng <\/em>with ALLLL<\/em><\/strong> Your Might!<\/strong> — with ALLLL<\/em><\/strong> your determination — with ALLLL<\/em><\/strong> the power and energy you can summon up — and NOOWW<\/em><\/strong>, having now given the effort your all, FEEEL Her — FEEEL that <\/em>*Strong Woman*<\/em> NOOOWWW<\/em>..besting you — FEEEEL Her<\/em> ..Soooo Strronnng — Soooo Powwerrfull<\/em> — Jussst<\/em><\/strong> FEEEL<\/em> HER..Over-powering<\/em> you — Over-COME<\/strong>-ing<\/em> you — so that the act of being Over<\/em>–COME<\/em><\/strong> — even despite ree-ZISSS-tinng<\/em> — despite battling *Her Power*<\/em> with ALLLL<\/em><\/strong> your will and strength and with ALLLL<\/em><\/strong> the grit and determination you can muster — when NOOWW<\/em>..you..feeel yourself<\/em>..Su-RENN<\/em>-DERR-inng TO HER — Sub-MITT<\/em>-ing TO HER — Suc-CUMM<\/em>-inng TO HER…”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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