For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve been a hypno fetish geek. I acknowledge this freely and without reservation to this forum, but not to the world at large. In fact, outside of Marquesa, nobody who knows me knows of this interest. Back in the early days of the internet, I was idly surfing for hypno dommes, and during one enchanted evening, I stumbled upon Marquesa’s website. Now, hers wasn’t the only such website I came across, but I instantly liked what I saw. I found her sexy looking yet attractive — mature (not some 18 year-old nymph), no visible tattoos or piercings, no purple hair — yet she clearly seemed to know hypnosis and dominance and, by implication, human sexuality, inside and out. Importantly to me, she also didn’t (and doesn’t) gratuitously give website visitors the finger or call us pathetic worms, or something much worse — gestures which I not only don’t need, but which really turn me off — and, for me, a turnoff at the outset is a real hypno-fantasy killer. There were then, as I recall, a couple of free videos or audios available to sample from, and naturally, I indulged myself, and I liked Marquesa’s voice. Sultry, sensual, seductive, yet it also carries an element of command, a tone that brooks no bullshit. I liked it. Eureka! Good looks, great voice, knows her stuff — just like that, I was hooked. I followed Marquesa’s hypnotic video appearances on YouTube (my favorite: the one showing a guy sitting on a couch who, after receiving her soporific suggestions for three minutes, just keels over on his side, deep in trance. OK, so I like seeing people being put under). I also read the hypno-fetish stories on her Literotica website, some resonating with me not a bit, some partly, and a few, well…well, they really turned me on. Now, this introduction came maybe twenty years ago, when Marquesa lived in Marina Del Rey. (I was then, as now, living on the East Coast, so seeing her in person was a fantasy all by itself — and an unachievable one at that — and the geographic distance between us argued against calling her, no matter how seductively her website beckoned. True, I’d go through periods in which I’d give the website wide berth, but inevitably, curiosity and innate horny-ness (or maybe her embedded suggestions from all those free media samples) would guide me back to her like a homing pigeon. I ordered maybe one audio from her (I forget which one), and for years and years, I happily watched those free video samples. Of course, from the beginning, I was curious, all the time wondering what a call to her might be like — or how it might turn out. I kept thinking it would be extremely interesting to call Marquesa, to speak to her and experience her skills in person. But despite these yearnings, that was the extent of my involvement for more than 20 years.
One day late last fall (2019), after an absence of several months, I returned to Marquesa’s webpage only to discover that, lo and behold! she had moved to sunny Florida. Wow!! On the US East Coast. What a happy circumstance. Of course, the idea of calling her popped instantly into my mind, and there it circled around and around, like a treadmill in a hamster cage for weeks and weeks until I finally gave in and decided to call her.