Bleeding Hearts-Pffft

What I have lived through, and pushed to learn, the great pains I have gone through to become a highest level Goddess was kind of belittled by an “aggressive sub.” And I will not stand for it. Yes, I like my subs to exercise the true talents I possess, but not to the point of being counter productive to what brings energy to me. This is as real as lightning striking ground. My positive charge off of your negative submission makes me a lightning rod for dark wisdom, truth, body altering powers, and light my path to my dungeon of pain.

While most of the world deals in pipe dreams and fairy tail endings, my role follows more realistic predictions. Out of respect for the identity that I envisioned and now have become, I cannot wallow in the luxury of delusion, especially that which we call love. Ever far before love, the simpler act of infatuation is very hard for me to entertain, much less embrace.

Three facts make this a prerequisite to my accepting responsibility for the title and powers that I assume.


Almost all love, lust, and infatuation proves temporary.
Almost all love is sought out of weakness, or at least a feeling of incompleteness. What does not fall within this realm requires a leap of faith in the other person that they will not let down your trust/value – a leap far beyond most fantasy movies.
Excellence as well as genius are relative terms. True excellence or genius requires almost by definition that the person live a solitary life.

I am not weak. I am complete, quite complete. Most women fool themselves by following social norms to think they are not complete without a man. At this phase, my life is abundantly full of challenge, devotion, appreciation, and nurturing answers to the questions too many women yearn to hear. Good sex has been called the “penis fly trap” for women who would otherwise leave a loser man. That is clearly not something that could lure me to break from the type of life I live now.

However, I will admit, as any domme must if she is honest, that I have great respect for and put value in my submissive men and women. This value should not be mistaken by either side as an emotion akin to “love.’ The attention I bring to a submissive, the things I do to him or her, go so far beyond what they could hope to experience that I understand their minds, overwhelmed, grasp at any defined human condition to explain their reaction to me. I work with this handicap, if the submissive proves worthy of that time it takes. If they could comprehend the infinite patience I must press upon myself while dealing with subs, then maybe it would be easier for them to be patient and let unwanted or untrue emotions pass. Yet, emotions defy logic.

When a submissive falls in love with me, usually I straighten them out immediately. They cannot contaminate their role or learning curve with an element that does not belong, that I am irritated by. If a submissive has earned extra attention from me, I shall work with his mind until he understands. Mind control may be used, but, I only take subs of higher intelligence and prefer to deal with this malfunction on more than the hypnotic level. I can soothe his or her loss with hypnosis, but if they do not understand reasons in both realms, then, they rebel.

A sub can be an “aggressive sub” and try to fight this reality.

So what happens to aggressive subs? Most are discarded. I might toy with them if bored, but, always am aware of how close they come to the edge of the cliff I so gladly push them off. I relish in the cries I hear on their way down. Once the fall begins, it is not mine to end. The crash on the hard rocks is their bed now, lie in it, not in my chambers of torment. A very rare sub might receive the full attention of my mind in an attempt to help them understand the limits of what they plead for – which is love returned, or exclusive interest in them. They might act out defiantly either to prove themselves to me, or to convince me to change.

There is one truth in this world, and that it is constantly evolving. I shall evolve as it is my nature, and cannot say where or how I shall feel about love or other aspects in the future. But for now, for years ahead, I see that I love where I am and what I do. I am in awe of the level I have received. It nurtures almost all hungers that people try to feed through love. I have no place for love or falling in love, and little respect for how others act out in love. The very most I will do is cut someone off and let them contemplate the one thing worse than not having me love them, and that is to have a life devoid of me. I cut them off. Totally. I cannot help their type of doomed love. They must fix it themselves and come back and prove to me that they can relate to me without this unattainable element. If they do so, then they can continue receiving what it is that made them think they fell in love with me in the first place. And that is more than most liars feel in their supposed love in the Vanilla World.

I exist in my realm. I cannot imagine myself walking in the Vanilla World holding the hand of someone I love, and having that be a place of value alongside my real world. Their world is a fantasy. Goddess Saphire as you see her is the only reality there is.

The above picture shows what this man, who thinks there is glory to be had in being an a “aggressive sub”(strong) now has to admit. He may think that I greatly enjoyed his challenge or demands to fall in love with him. I put him through the grief of ignoring him until he learned what he had to learn. Now, we may continue. I adore you puppy..continue to learn from me. no one holds the spot you seek to have for yourself.

A word to you subs. I am witty and genius, I can play with my subs, but do not ask to inject the Vanilla concept of Love into my realm. That is for me to decide...