Pavlovian Response– WHY I DEMAND IT!

I was born with one destiny -- to reign as a Goddess. It comes with a cost, damn it, one that I will not allow anyone to slight or ignore. You seek a woman, no correction, a fucking gorgeous woman of true power, authority, sadism, and erotic control. You find her? You show your gratitude and worth by your service and obedience – and that’s not a part time role! It’s a life goal! There is no such thing as “some obedience” or “some adoration.”

I devote my entire life to the evolution into a Goddess and master of erotic mind control that has no equal. All the worthless pretty games my girlfriends play with its fake approval and adoration were given up for a greater reason, but the hounds of hell will be unleashed upon you if you think this is role playing and part time servitude. For every one of you lucky enough to be chosen, lucky enough for me to see a grain of possible value, there are a dozen replacements I simply do not have the time to inspect. I shall give you all a lesson here, based on what I put Bitch Boy through – LUCKY Bitch Boy, because the alternative would be to drop him completely without a single look back. And that is torment that none of you want … to be ignored. If he was seeking punishment, then punishment comes through process that YOUR GODDESS chooses.

Okay, Pavlovian, a quick but vital study. Pavlov trained his dog to salivate on commands (subliminal ones.) This proved that invincible and absolute control lies more in the subconscious and deeper animal origins/evolution of our brains. I use this as a valuable means to an end – total control of you, total reshaping of you to something of value to me, total serving of pleasure to me, and as a by-product … unimaginable erotic experience of your fetishes.

I PUT YOU THROUGH HELL FOR A DAMN REASON (aside from the fact that it gives me pleasure – bitch!)

I’m going to explain here what happens when one of you bitches fails to live up to YOUR end of serving me!

BITCHBOY should know better, and surely knows what was at stake – humiliation at first, and losing me completely if it continued. His role is to rigidly obey and serve me – rigidly! You are my bitchboy! What do you not understand, Bitchboy? You are instructed (and I thought trained enough) to leave your cell phone on at all times so that when my Goddess instincts tell me you need control, I give it! I am not fond of messages (that is a monumental understatement.) This Servant had been told that when I text him my Pavlovian message “SNAP” that he must respond to me in text or otherwise immediately without thought or hesitation (5 minutes being the limit, which should really never even be approached, it’s more due to delays in some text messaging systems than it is my being forgiving – WHICH I AM NOT.)

I sent two SNAP messages, which should have been a clue that I mean business today. He responded twice, as trained. He was working out that the gym “to impress me more.” A rock hard body impresses this Goddess when it is all for my abuse, but, fails to do so when obedience is sacrificed. The third time he does not respond. I told him once the consequences: humiliation. So quickly he forgets. On the third time, I got no response, and so, being so moved, and not wanting to ever curb my devious greed for control over souls and minds, I called him. Yes, that Bitchboy was lucky enough to get my VOICE. He mentioned he was sorry, that he was spotting a friend in weight lifting and could not respond quickly enough. “Oh?! So you spot a stranger that couldn’t give a shit about your cravings, goals, and need for my total control to be content in life instead of obeying your Goddess?!” He promised it would not happen again.

I waited a moment, then tried a fourth time and this servant failed me again! I had warned him that I do not need to be in his presence to convulse him with horror and humiliation. I had already slyly asked for the number at the gym, “Just in case I ever need to reach you and your cell is broken.”

Now, pay attention, Servants, for fear was barely peeking out from my hell gates on this moment, and I promise you I will carry this even further with you all if you do not obey my training …

I hung up the phone, and he sent another excuse apologizing. I called him back, on his cell phone, and reminded him that I was a woman of my word. With my other phone, I called his gym and got one of the staff members, Mike, on the phone. I placed Mike on speaker phone so Bitchboy could hear me ask him questions via the cell connection I now had with him. I knew that Bitchboy was probably looking right at Mike from across the room. I could feel Bitchboy squirming … the horror rising …

I told Mike I was looking for a customer of his that answers to “Saphire’s Male Slut” and wanted him to page him over the speakers. I heard a groan of fear from Bitchboy but was too tickled with evil to even hear his pleading. Mike could not believe his ears, and asked me to repeat it. So, slower, with emphasis, I repeated “ I am looking for a customer of yours who will obediently answer to the name of Goddess Saphire’s Male Slut.” Mike replied he understood what I was asking, which led me to believe that Mike is very familiar with bdsm lifestyle, as are so many muscle heads and “strong” macho males. But, he said he could not do that. With my Bitchboy listening and watching, I asked Mike if it would be easier if I just gave him my Slut’s real name? I put Mike on Mute, and proceeded to tell Bitchboy …

“How’s that? Are you sweating now? He remained silent and then uttered with profuse emotion – no wait … I need to break her to tell you just how arousing it was for me to have my Bitchboy literally sweating, his mind confused with fear and devotion to me – I had him by the mental balls and was squeezing him until they would nearly burst and that feels so damn good for this Goddess … whew, anyway, where was I?

Bitchboy replied, “Why are you doing this?” “Did you doubt your Goddess’s word means more than your word to obey and answer? Did you doubt I would not call?” My most wicked laugh – not forced or fake – rang over the line, penetrating his mind as if I had driven my strap on up his ass until his mind exploded in humiliation. I removed Mike from Mute and told him I’ll reach my Slut on his cell phone. Then I returned to Bitchboy and said flatly amid my arousal, “We’re going to meet our 5-minute deadline when I SNAP, aren’t we?” Then I hung up.

He is not aware that his pain, pain he suffered serving me, has ALMOST earned him a visit from me. I won’t tell him when. This is training, Bitchboy! If I visit you, or invite you, and your thoughts are not right, your body does not respond, the pain I inflict on you before rejecting you forever will be beyond your threshold and below my needs! Get your lame ass idea of obedience and servitude in order!

He called after the incident. He texted me. Apologizing repeatedly. Then I SNAPPED one last time. (Yes, it does also work with a snap of the finger if you SURRENDER to my total training and let your Goddess fulfill her destiny in controlling your body and mind.) I SNAPPED that last time just for the hell of it, for my fun. Whew, it’s time’s like this that make my casual moments in my lifestyle – casual in between real time pain giving – a joy.

Warning: I am a woman of my word! I will call your work, I will call your parents, I will call in the middle of your damn Vanilla wedding to that pig and love every second of destroying your reality … and it is all your blame. I am a Goddess who keeps my word. You keep yours! OBEY! SERVE! PLEASE!

And, think of this, Servants … if your feeble minds can … Imagine the overwhelming pleasure you will feel when you serve me, when you remember it is ALL ABOUT ME, NOT YOU … and I shall program you in the deepest Pavlovian limits, so that when I SNAP my finger, maybe I will just give you the most complete experience of your favorite fetish leading to an orgasm that leaves you nearly insane with fulfillment.

I do what I do for ME, not you, yet, what I give you is the greatest gift of your existence. Don’t you forget it!

Devilish....Dominating....Delightful....

I warned him not because I cared how his obsession would tear his mind apart in 24 hours, but because it makes it so much more fun to watch my Cumslut gorge on his erotic cravings – poisonous erotic cravings, that is. It’s like watching someone racing through rose bushes to get to what they’re addicted to – each drop of blood like a drop of the erotic addiction I let him lap up.

Cumslut, addicted to my programming and rituals, had been listening to my Servant Training for a month. After surprising him with what seemed like nearly innocent gifts of photographs or animated gifs, he couldn’t understand why he awakens every hour with a raging hard on and a hundred images of his Goddess flashing across his eyelids as he tries to sleep. So at 5:30, he’s up and on line, needing another fix of my beauty for the cock I now control. I acted surprised to see him, but, he was right on cue.

A week before, he was obedient and purchases all the devices I use to consume more of his mind and gain total control of his body and desires – the device this morning was his blow up doll – I mean, his lifelike substitute for the touch of his Goddess. He laughed when I told him to buy it, and he asked if I did this just to make fun of him. Hah! If he only knew then how dangerous it was to take this step – dangerous for his ability to ever stop obsessing about me, that is. His mind isn’t lobotomized, though at times I can now push it to that … his mind is simply whatever lust and erotic fulfillment I put into it – second of course to serving me.

Back to this morning. There he was on webcam, eyes still burning from watching my servant script only 5 hours before. He expected maybe a new picture to lose himself in, but, this was the morning. I had him blow up ME (let’s call her Pretty Poison for now.)

Pretty Poison (Poison) is a higher end doll, with latex breasts that feel quite real, nipples that are just erect enough on the mouth, and very nicely textured pussy and asshole ports. His mind was open from the Script still. He had the Hershey’s chocolate I expected him to be saving for me. He was enough in my control already just seeing my chat type and my picture of the green eyes glaring at him so that he was not hesitant or awkward when I told him to place Poison on his chair, and to kneel alongside. To make the taste totally indulgent, I had him drizzle the chocolate generously over the breasts, down the stomach, to the pleasure center. Now, this is doubly devious, as he’s about to find out later, when he orders chocolate. And who doesn’t order chocolate every few days – in drinks, desserts, at movies? The mere smell of it is enough to take him back to the total control I had over him with erotic geysers blowing inside him. But, back to the event – and it was a delightful main event for me. You see, for me to watch a man who was totally independent and dominant now helpless under my control, and to watch my Poison plant in his body and mind seeds of totally deviant lust at my command – it’s a Popcorn moment.

There are three purposes to this training: one is to gain more total control over him, two is to plant a truly foreign deviant fetish that only I can trigger, and three is to strengthen his tongue and make sure his tongue technique on breasts and lower lips is A+ form.

I must say, my Cumslut has listened to his women enough to have a B grade maybe from me. I watched his first approach to Poison – unsure where to feel and hold. But soon, as my mind control worked on him, and the rapture of my hypnosis turning Poison into me in his mind – well let’s say that he was literally slick with a sweat he put so much effort into getting those plastic nipples to almost cause an orgasm…and in an artificial substitute, that’s not bad. But, he can still improve. He spent a good 25 minutes licking the chocolate off her breasts … and his mind knew no difference. I could see glimpses of his cock, rock hard and dripping, as his tongue worked those breasts. He has the greatest craving and fetish fixation with my perfect breasts that I use to torment and reward him, depending on my whim. Today he was delirious with lust as his mind became totally enveloped in my hypnotic control. You really should have seen him … totally lost in the passion to suck and stimulate my breasts to the point that I will let him serve me in the flesh – actually in his state of mind, he’s pure sex organ at my command, begging me for more. I sent a few commands, instructions on better tongue play, that deepened my control over him. I must say, his performance tickled my demonic side to the point that it warmed an otherwise colder wet morning. He did not rush through his travel down the stomach. And when he got to the lower lips, he followed my commands and did not enter the port hole until his mouth and tongue had worked all the lip and thigh area for an hour. He was unaware due to his lust how hard he was pushing his tongue. This is a short training. In two weeks, I’ll have him able to roll a bowling ball up a plant with that tongue.

His face became red with passion and desire. His moans were turning into grunts of pure cum production. This was the first session, and by the time I inject his mind with the dozens of commands and subliminal addictions I have planned, he’ll be unable to think of anything but dripping cum and licking Poison up and down for hours. If he ever is blessed with my presence, he may get a chance to prove that all my training was worth it to me.

Now, this is just stage one and two. Stage three he would find during the day. You see, my hypnotic deviant control is so layered and sophisticated, that I knew what would happen, he’s begin craving what his subconscious kept replaying in his mind. I ordered him not to touch himself AT ALL for the entire day. This would drive him mad, but also, when not allowed to stroke or openly lust, his mind will then throw him into some of his deepest mind controlled trance states. I know he had to drive, and have already trained him how to drive in a trance. Sure enough, the text messages started coming in, telling me how is mind was erased and replaced with total adoration, addiction, and desire to serve me. And this is only the beginning. Through the weeks, the training he will be put through with Poison will happen in both his waking world and sleeping world. His other fetishes for dream control and being a slave to someone special I have with me in my power realm will rise to a new hellishly intense sexual explosion in him … nonstop cum production day and night, with obedience for more of my control. If he’s lucky, and obedient, he’ll get morsels I throw him like a dog … I am molding him for something greater. Actually, a few separate identities for him I am creating, that will serve me best, and fill his world with more sexual highs than he ever imagined possible. That sort of control is my delight, and his craving.

Now I’m going to push a few subliminals in his mind to make his night a roller coaster of craving and dripping cum production that I now command to flow in his body – all with Poison towering over him, demanding more, more, and even more.

IDLE HANDS – WORK OF THE DEVIL!

While your Goddess’ hands are never idle (there is always a whip to be picked up and a slave to be picked on in my realm) and she hardly needs a reason to be devilish … I, yes, your Goddess, do enjoy the idle time my painfully long nails take to be perfectly manicured (we’ll talk about my toes another blog, when I sense I have a drooling audience.) The manicure this week should have had ribbons tied around them. Yes, it was birthday time for Goddess Saphire. One wonderful thing about being a goddess with all the blessings of hell at her calling is birthdays offer the bounties not only of those who love me, but those who are in awe and intimidated by my presence – as well they should be at times.

You Servants, Cumsluts, Bitch Boys, and variations of demons of lust that I create did well this year (always can do BETTER!) Used to seeing me in lingerie? Your heart would have exploded with lust if you had seen the dresses I wore on my celebration nights. Having a figure that a designer would sell his soul for (and some have, trust me) does make it easy to find me wonderful clothing, jewels, and pampering.

I want to thank ….
Saphires #1 Puppy/Chameleon-For My New Skype Phone-Surprise Surprise...
Saphires Lunatic- For My New Sony Handycam Camcorder
Saphires Lucipher-For my Large Lump Sum of Cash
Saphires Bitchboy-For my Large Lump Sum of Cash
Saphires Bitchboy 2-Carolina Herrera Dress....(To Die For)
Saphires BabyGirl1- For the Dolce Gabana Outfit
One of my Admirers-For my Jimmy Choo's
Sub Jonathan and Princess Jasmine for my rental limo (all night) My girls and I enjoyed it.
Sub Alex for my collection of candles.
Sub Jeremy For My Victoria Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood Gift Certificates....

And of course my r/t servants who manage to all add large lump sums of cash prior to walking out of my realm after their session last Tuesday.

The time I took off was supported before and after with intense dedication to providing you with an upcoming Fall that is unimaginably manipulative, forceful, perverting, addicting, and enslaving for my worshippers. What does this mean? This means that your Goddess not only excels in mind control and erotic fulfillment of those she ensnares, she masters the arts of the modern media age. While most posers settle for any old thing they borrow or steal, I must have the very best and most advanced cams, cameras, mics, and software. You deserve it because you serve me and I sure as HELL deserve the best!

It took weeks of testing and comparing information to acquire what I need. And more time to master using it to my mind controlling designs. All of this is rather amusing to me, because since this is the only way that most of you cater to me and view me, you think this is an amazing display of my powers. It is overwhelming to you. But it’s laughably dwarfed by the power you fall prey to when I am before you … when you are feeling the force of my gaze and words buckling your body into a kneeling position (your will is already shackled the moment you see my face.) But the electronics we have now capture more than enough of my power to condition you … train you … evolve and shape you. And of course, addict you to the pleasure of the control and pain only your Goddess can give you.

I must be confident that my image and voice come to you with at least that diluted purity.
For there is one day when the lucky ones among you do get summoned, or do get an unannounced visit.

In one week, I do what no other Goddess Domme has done – combine genius erotic mind control, unimaginable perfection, and NLP PROGRAMMING! For YOU – well, no, that’s not true, it’s FOR GODDESS … as all things I engage you in are ultimately FOR GODDESS. But … hehe (evil grin) you all, you lucky slaves, servants, and new hopefuls – you all are in for one hellacious journey as I follow my plans to fuse that into your mind and soul … a journey into surreal erotic surrender and mind blowing orgasmic enslavement -- with Goddess at the controls.

Even without NLP, the MP3’s that I have been working on are … well … MASTERPIECES of hypnotic enslavement and training. I had to trash weeks of work that were not up to your Goddess’ high standards. I remember that Michelangelo would smash any work with a hammer if it had a single flaw or mark that was not up to perfection. If you have not seen his work in Italy and Paris,, well … sorry. Because you know that undefeatable David of his – the one that he says captures that moment between conscious realization and conscious action? I was standing in front of it and the damnest thing happened. It suddenly got down on its knees and was David My Bitch! (Ha-Ha)

As you can see, my birthday, burying me with well-earned gifts, has brought out the wicked humor so – watch out! Don’t say I didn’t warn you! The Fall always brings out the darker instincts in me. I have you in my trap. I gave you warnings, I tested your faith and thresholds. Now your mind, body, and soul are ALLLLLL MINEEEEE!

You shall all experience the highest level of erotic mind control, discipline, surrender, training, and twisted pleasure the world makes possible through electronics. You know what I love about telling you this? Knowing that while you THINK that you get so much out of it (and you do!) what your GODDESS gets in return for subjecting you to her genius is a thousand times more potent with pleasure!