The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa sat quietly and listened
as the nicely built brunette told Her what had happened. JoAnne was the name
of Marquesa’s visitor.
She had met Rick at a bar in a trendy area of L.A. a week or so ago and had
let him buy her a drink. Just a few minutes later she remembered leaving the
bar with him but after that, everything was confused.
She seemed to remember that she felt woozy and even had sex with Rick. She
felt just awful about it, she was married and although she wasn’t totally
monogamous, she had much better taste than to pick a slob like Rick!
He was an arrogant bastard, totally self centered. She had wondered for days
just why she had gone with him.
Yesterday she had received a video tape by messenger. It was a tape of her
having sex, first with Rick, then with another man who looked just like him.
The second “lover” introduced himself as Bob and spoke to JoAnne by
looking straight into the video camera. “You didn’t remember this, did
you bitch? You need to come back to our apartment Friday night or your
husband will see this tape Saturday. Oh yeah . . . maybe you want to bring a
friend along for the party. We have a special drink for her too!”
JoAnne was almost in tears as she spoke to the Mistress. “I read about you
in New Reality and it seemed like you were strong enough to help me. I’m
afraid to go to the police or my husband will find out.”
The Mistress reached out to hold JoAnne’s hand. “We’ve got a barrel of
troubles to solve. For one thing, you should be in charge in your marriage
so you could tell your husband anything and he would help you. But most of
all you must realize by now that you were drugged, probably with Ruphynol—a
very fast-acting sedative/hypnotic. Then you were raped. That’s why you
felt like you lost control f yourself and had problems with your memory.
“Next, the bastards who raped you want to blackmail you into sexual
slavery. What jerks!
“If you are sure you don’t wish to involve the police and you are sure
you want personal revenge, I can help you—but you must be sure.”
JoAnne thought over her options and nodded. “Yes Marquesa, I am very sure.
That is why I am here.”
The following Friday night two very sexy women stood outside the apartment
door as instructed on the video tape. The brunette was dressed in a short,
tightly fitting blue dress. It clung revealingly to every sexy curve of her
glorious body.
The Marquesa was Her usual heart-stopping self. Her short black shirt was
topped by a sexy white blouse—the top two buttons unfastened—revealing
just a wisp of Her sexy black lace bra.
Just as JoAnne knocked, the door popped open and both brothers were there.
Twins! Bob and Rick each wore open-front silk shirts—hadn’t those gone
out with “Saturday Night Fever”?
“Wow! Please come in. JoAnne, my dear come in. Who is your friend? She’s
beautiful!
JoAnne looked nervously toward the blond Goddess and replied, “Her name is
Marquesa. You told me to bring someone with me.”
Bob spoke up, “You are a very pretty girl, Marquesa. How about a drink?
I’ll get you sone wine. Rick has to leave but he’ll be right back.”
JoAnne started to say something, suspecting a drugged drink, but a stern
look from Bob quieted her immediately.
When Bob returned with three glasses of wine however, the Magnificent One
only pretended to drink Hers and as Bob sat his glass down and turned to
speak to JoAnne, Marquesa silently switched glasses with him. Gestures
behind Bob’s back by the Mistress instructed JoAnne not to drink her wine.
Bob turned around in time to see the Marquesa take a large sip of wine and,
with a smile, he drained his own glass-the one the Marquesa had switched.
Turning to JoAnne he said, “It looks like your friend here is about to
join our club. I don’t care if you drink or not, you must follow our
orders or your husband will be getting some interesting movies. Rick will be
back in about twenty minutes and then the party will begin in all its
splendor!
The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa could hardly control Her chuckle and
exclaimed—to no one in particular, “Twenty minutes should be much more
than enough time . . . for Me! But, hey Bob, I noticed My wine was a strange
color when you brought it in here. Did you put something in it?”
“No honey,” he stammered. This one is pretty smart, lucky she already
drank the wine, he thought to himself.
She held up the deep red wine before his astonished eyes, swirling it around
in the glass. “Look at the wine . . . its deep red color . . . did the
color change when you added the ruphynol? No? . . . you’re right . . . its
the natural color because you drank the one with the drugs . . . but keep
looking at the deep . . . red . . . wine . . . keep . . . looking . . . .
“So you like to drug women so you can rape them, you asshole! Maybe
you’d like to know how that feels!”
bob wanted to leave. his tricks had been discovered and he was starting to
be afraid of what this beautiful blond could do to him. But a combination of
the effects of the sedative/hypnotic drugs and the sheer sexual power of the
Marquesa kept him sitting in his chair staring at the swirling wine.
“JoAnne, why don’t you go down to the car and get those things I
prepared for us. I’ll entertain ‘little bobby’ here in the
meantime.”
The Magnificent One then took bob by the hand, gently leading him to a lack
bedroom of the apartment and sat him down on the bed. She took out one of
those belt-clip radios with the ear phones and clipped them onto the
compliant blackmailer. She fixed his vacant brown eyes with the penetrating
gaze of Her powerful, but haunting, emerald green eyes and ordered him to,
“Listen carefully . . . slut slave . . . .”
bob’s mind drifted as he listened to the honey-sweet recorded voice of the
gorgeous Marquesa programming his mind to obey all of Her commands . . . and
all of JoAnne’s commands . . . without question. he sank deeper . . .
deeper . . . deeper . . . into a drug-assisted hypnotic trance . . . a
victim of his own drug trap!
The taped voice reinforced his helplessness before the two strong-willed
Women. Now he had to obey Their commands. Now he would always respond to
their voices . . . their beautiful eyes . . . whenever and whatever either
of them commanded with an eagerness to please them that would somehow give
him great pleasure and satisfaction.
“Admit you are powerless before Us!” came the command.
After several seemingly endless repetitions, bob’s lips silently mouthed
the words, “i am powerless before You . . . .”
Marquesa walked back to the living room just as JoAnne returned with the bag
from the car.
“JoAnne dear, why don’t you go prepare bob while I wait for Rick to
return. I’ll give you a signal when the time is right.”
Almost twenty minutes to the second Rick walked in the door to see the
Magnificent Mistress sitting motionless on the sofa, staring vacantly into
space.
He tried to go into bob’s bedroom but the door was locked. He shouted
through the door to his twin but an emotionless response of “i’m busy
right now” caused Rick to return to the seemingly helpless blond on the
couch.
Rick went to a closet and took a video camera from off the shelf and set it
up on a tripod, overlooking the couch.
Slowly . . . slowly . . . he walked toward the sofa, taking off his clothes,
piece by piece, until he was naked just feet from the Mistress.
She focused Her deep green eyes on Rick’s as he walked toward Her and
spoke softly to him.
“You assumed I was asleep but it is you who are tired . . . too tired to
even continue to walk . . . so you must stand perfectly still before Me . .
. look into My irresistibly lovely feminine eyes and stand completely still
. . . completely still.
So quickly and so suddenly did the blond Dominatrix entrance and enrapture
rick that even She was surprised. he stood paralyzed, naked, before Her.
Before he could regain his composure She exercised Her irresistible sexual
hypnotic powers on the defenseless would-be rapist.
She drew close, enveloping him in Her Feminine aura of power. he inhaled Her
rapturous perfume as She gently stroked his temples with Her long, erotic,
perfectly manicured nails . . . each touch breaking down his will to resist.
She whispered in Her hypnotic, controlling style, each word crushing his
self control, while forcing him to stare into those eyes . . . eyes that
have reduced into total subservience every person She has ever so targeted.
he didn’t have a chance!
“JoAnne . . . it’s time,” She called out.
The bedroom door opened and a triumphant JoAnne walked in with bob walking a
respectful three paces behind.
bob was dressed in a tight-fitting polka dot dress and was wearing white
high heels and lacy anklets. his face was “painted” with cosmetics but
even pancake makeup could not hide his five-o’clock shadow. his hairy legs
and armpits made the outfit especially laughable as he minced into the room
in feminine style and posed as sexily as he could, awaiting orders.
JoAnne pushed him toward his paralyzed brother and into view of the video
camera while speaking to him softly, knowing he was programmed to listen and
obey all of Her suggestions.
“bob, look at rick’s big cock. Isn’t it beautiful? I would like for
you to taste it now. Just like a sweet ice cream cone, it begs to be licked.
Lick your brother’s delicious cock.”
bob knelt before his twin brother and licked, gingerly at first, on his big
hot, hard cock . . . like a little girl sucking on a big sweet candy treat .
. . waiting for the cumming surprise of fresh cream.
The camera recorded all the action as “roberta” ministered to rick’s
thick, bobbing cock.
“Wait Marquesa,” JoAnne giggled, “I have another great idea!”
After a whispered conference the Mistress agreed and removed the camera to
the patio which overlooked a nearby busy intersection. Obeying the
Mistress’ commands the twins, now both dressed in frilly finery, were out
on the corner turning tricks—you can guess the kind!
Mistress Marquesa, laughing, thought She should have brought knee pads for
the boys. It would have been the perfect, humiliating accessory for the
outfits.
A couple of hours later, “rikki” and “roberta” returned to the
apartment and gave JoAnne $41—all the money they had made.
JoAnne looked at Marquesa incredulously. “Who gave you one dollar?” She
asked.
“Why, each of them, Mistress,” bob responded.
At that, Marquesa and JoAnne almost fell to the floor laughing.
JoAnne now felt in total control. “Bring Me all the video tapes and any
other evidence you have—every one—for every woman you have
blackmailed—every name, every address, all evidence—now, dickhead. I
want it now!”
rick ran to the bedroom closet to retrieve the videos and bob went to the
phone stand to get their address book.
All the evidence was placed in the trunk of Marquesa’s car.
JoAnne then sat the twins down in dining room chairs in front of the
television and handcuffed them to the chairs. With a few commands, the
Marquesa freed them from their sexual, hypnotic trances and then the fun
really began!
JoAnne inserted the video tape into the VCR and hit “play.” The twins
sat transfixed as they watched their performances, first bob sucking his
twin brother’s cock and then the two of them sucking off all those men on
the corner.
As tears streamed down their cheeks JoAnne asked if they had any microwave
popcorn. “I always eat popcorn when I watch porn flics,” She teased.
Finally She walked in front of them as the tape concluded with them on their
knees, on the corner, each earning a dollar from a jeering customer.
JoAnne slapped bob hard across the face, then She slapped rick.
“you pricks, we’ve got your tapes and your records and every woman you
ever blackmailed will have their own tape back, along with a copy of this
one,” JoAnne told them. “you will suffer from your acts. Some of these
women, no doubt, will want to get the authorities involved and you deserve
it!
“Now I want you to tell Me you are sorry!”
“i’m sorry Mistress,” came the reply in chorus.
JoAnne turned and said to the Mistress Marquesa, “I’m done so let’s
go. Eventually the guys will get the cuffs off or maybe the landlord will
release them when I call him tomorrow. Either way, like the Lone Ranger
said, ‘Our job here is done!’”
As they walked hand-in-hand down the walk to Marquesa’s car, the
Magnificent One said to JoAnne, “Actually, I think We have one more job to
do tonight.
“Remember, I said You would be in charge of Your marriage? S&M and
D&S can often be most fun when the two participants are in love and
committed to each other though, perhaps, each in their own way.
“We have a few hours until dawn to convince your husband that You are in
charge. I am sure he will love being Your slave—once he discovers what
joys it brings—and I know You will enjoy being his Mistress and
Tormentress. What do You think?”
JoAnne smiled in unrestricted admiration and respect for the blond
Dominatrix. “I know I will love that Mistress. Will You please teach
me?”
The Mistress responded, “Remember that old song, ‘That’s why I’m
here . . . ‘?”