I’m Jon ‘J.T.’ Marquis and I love beautiful women. Check that, I ADORE beautiful women. Fine, I WORSHIP beautiful women. I write fiction, philosophical works, and some poetry, all of it centered on the subject of Female Domination, BBW Obsession, and Sexual Obsession in general. I’m already being called ‘The Philosopher of Obsession.’ We’ll see if it holds up.
I fell in love with Women of Power at a very young age, maybe 3 or 4 yrs. old. My family rented a room in our house to college students and at the time in question we had a lovely boarder named Virginia. We called her Virgie. With Virgie, comes my earliest sexual memory. I wandered into her room one day while she was getting dressed, and there she was in the splendor of her white lace bra and panties. She certainly wasn’t an unusually attractive girl–average, i suppose–but she had a deliciously plump body. She didn’t even flinch when I made my entrance, probably thinking that because I was still so young, there was no need for embarrassment. She merely greeted me with a smile and went right on applying her make-up in front of the vanity. (Then again, maybe she knew exactly what she was doing! Mmmm. Scrumptious thought.) At any rate, I just remember standing there mesmerized, looking at her lower body from behind. With each slight movement, her ass would quiver delightfully, and her baby-fat thighs would dance in place, sinfully gelatinous and smelling of pure Woman; delicious floral essences that along with her seismic flesh-quaking caused me to freeze in my tracks as if she were ‘Stupifyin’ Jones’ come to life. There was something so incomprehensibly powerful about what she was doing to me, such revelation flowing (somehow) from the size of her body, that big, bubble-ass and those thick, delectable thighs. I remember having the vague thought that I wished it would never stop. I knew that she could completely command me at that moment. All she had to do was flash another of those little tremors in my face and I’d be done for. I think my entire development was summed up in that moment; the power of Virgie’s creamy flesh, the extraordinary hold it had on my psyche, the feeling that her glorious body, and by extension she herself, could so easily control my every thought; A miracle! I don’t remember ever getting to see her in her underwear again, but one thing was certain; I never looked at her in the same light after that moment. Whenever I saw her around the house, it was as if we shared a divine secret together. I showed her my utmost respect, trying to be deserving of the goddess’s presence, and she would smile knowingly at me, perhaps possessed of some instinct that she had created me in her own image. These are such things as dreams are made of! Of course, there were many other defining moments in my proudly submissive development, but you get the idea. Besides, I need to save some material for my actual Blogs! Suffice to say, that after my encounter with Virgie, I was never the same again. From then on I have belonged only to Woman, and her Power has captivated my entire being. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
So, I hope you’ll join me on my excursions through the wonderful and mysterious world of FemDom and that in some small way you’ll enjoy the ride.
J.T.
