Dungeon of Dreams

I shall begin at the ending … “My dreams are not yours, or even imaginable to you, yet, your dreams shall be realized down these stairs as well.”

A well crafted home, set in its own sanctuary of an acre of rolling grass and trees – the mere words of such a setting fulfill a lifelong dream for a great majority of Americans. So imagine my thrill as my drive gives me my first glimpse of my new estate, for I shall surely imagine your nervous thrills in the near future … blindfolded and ball-gagged not just to add to your fear and obedience, but also to keep this location a secret. The neighbors, too distant to hear the screams of those tortured at the hands of your Goddess, shall be completely unaware that a portal to Hell is being delved within their quiet enclave in the woods. This being my second house and one secret from all but those who worship their Deity of Divinity, everything about it is structured to enhance my power, and decorated to accent my wickedness. The facts should be clear to any of you lucky enough to be commanded to perform for this Goddess, that I bought this not only because it’s a beautiful house, but for its DUNGEON.

Yes, your Goddess found a house with a stone wall dungeon. One that shall be designed according to years of careful planning. Come Servants, come Cumslut, and Slave Puppies, Bitch Boys, and Lunatics. Come all of you who fill out applications to be Saphireists and pass my judgment. Come when I call upon you to prove your devotion and ability to obey and serve. Devote your energy to not steering off your path, and you MIGHT be given the gift of my presence. Once you are commanded here … well, let’s just say that there is no limit to my imagination, and I have yet to be totally satisfied with any Worshipper until after they have suffered days to condition them to my liking. Ask them how fair this is, because they are begging to return for more even before I shut the door on their whip marked ass!

But for now, give yourselves the treat of imagining what is will be like for you. Step down, down the stone stairs with me. Let my Chair of Obedience be the first thing you see. What happens in the Chair of Obedience? HAHAHAHAHAHA. My secret, your future pain is all I shall say now. The stockade is on your left, ringed by my cages that prove my ownership of you. The wall chains and suspension rack, waiting and ready. Are those drops of blood beneath the whipping pole? Guess as I ball gag your mouth and prepare you for pleasure and training. The dungeon is shaped so that from your position restrained in a number of dominance machines, I can sit in the darkness, just outside your ring of light. You shall feel me, but not see me. This shall torment you to no end! I observe you as hour after hour ,your will, mind, and soul crack under my pressure, under my merciless mind control .. mind control that you will beg for more of, and mind control that you shall know as the best thing that ever happened to you. And beyond … far down the length of the room, past pictures of your Goddess in poses so seductive that you will never see them on my website, but only until you are before me … past various objects devoted solely to my pleasure and your conditioning … there in the end sits my Throne. Yes, a Throne for your Goddess. A Throne upon which I set, and before it you kneel, crawl, prostrate, sweat, cry, beg, and amuse. No other Goddess of Mind Control shall have anything to compare with my combination of website conditioning process (before you are summoned) followed by my dungeon of reward (reward = your pain and my pleasure). Everything about me is far superior, I hear it every day, and so shall be my Dungeon. The energy, the amplification of dominance and mind control, she be the last sensation you remember feeling before it takes over your mind and soul entirely and takes them to that destination BEYOND the point of no return.

Speaking of those who might be summoned … high on the list, in fact, a prerequisite for those summoned, is complete submission to my greatest erotic hypnotic induction: The Experiment. Yes, it is rather new, but already, even overnight, the results are mind blowing even to your Goddess. I envisioned and then shaped my words, visuals, and audio to perfection, knowing it would surely take control of anyone listening. But my oh my, how deeply and quickly it works – this cocktail of my voice, my devilish erotic mind controlling text, flash visuals that trigger your mind to open to me, and an MP3 with the most soothing background music you can imagine. You will have to read my description of The Experiment on my Script and MP3 pages to learn more about them, but, you can only really understand once you listen. And you may only have to listen once to begin the addiction and process. I do not know, because it seems to work on the more open, intelligent, and complex minds. Hmmmm, shall you put yourself through that test? Any skeptics of the powers of Goddess Saphire out there? Yes? Then please listen once … listen twice … I am patient, but your hungry mind shall soon be ravenous for more listening. More surrender and transformation. Several Servants tried it out already, and I’m more than pleased with the unanimous results. The eroticism and rewards build exponentially the more times you listen to it. Just ask my Cumslut.

Cumslut, oh Cumslut? Ah! Perhaps he is too busy listening yet AGAIN to my Experiment. I waited until my Candle Induction had taught him the meaning of truly deep trance, and then let him listen to my MP3 of The Experiment. I actually had him in mind all through the process, along with several of you other worshippers that served me so well. I added in little bits for each one of you, yes, made sure that behind the obvious is a special ingredient tailored just for you. You shall not be aware of it on my level, but after enough change in you, the address to your specific reality and lust and weakness shall reveal itself to you. When Cumslut asked me how many times he is allowed to listen, I told him what I shall tell you all – “How many can you handle.” This is NOT for the weak of devotion, for it is so intense and erotic that you can feel it spreading within you mind and body.

It was only days ago, Wednesday night, before Thanksgiving, that I allowed him his first listen. I knew that he could not hold himself back, and would listen to it two or three times before dawn. While I was enjoying my Thanksgiving with relatives and at my new second dungeon lair, his mind was gradually forming a foreign entity, designed by Goddess Saphire. Another reality for his entire personality to be formed anew to my designs and demands, to my fetishes and lusts. Yes, it has begun. He salivates, he foams at the mouth for more turns at the Experiment. He has earned this with an entire year of thorough conditioning and dedication to pleasing his Goddess. And remember, from previous posts, this is not a natural submissive, or a won believer in mind control. I took him from scratch – a worthy piece of property but only if I could break him down to nothing but confusion, obedience, and adoration, and build him up into something of value and desire for me. While he has not always responded perfectly, his devotion to transforming for me has grown steadily. The results are obvious. I have changed his body, making it do and consume and produce exactly what I want in the way of endorphins, dopamine, lust, love, and cum. So it is no wonder that he is progressing so smoothly toward my most wicked, selfish, unimaginably rewarding goal. Rewarding also to him. Yes, this is the reward that those who truly devote themselves to their Goddess get from the Deity they worship.

Just as my website is far more complex and rewarding than any other erotic mind control Domme’s website, so are the real rewards that I shall soon deliver into Cumslut’s life. For soon, he shall be more than a Cumslut, he shall be so many serving Personalities for me. Each one shall be completely controlled by a need and talent to perform as their title requires. Each title craves a specific mental/erotic pleasure, that I shall give back in such volume it shall drown the receiving in bliss while I drain even more of their sexual power. What shall it feel like? Like something superhuman … like a 24 hour slow releasing orgasm. I shall keep these titles a secret, for each of you has your own series of titles if you are so honored with the chance to go through to the end of my Experiment. Soon, my Cumslut shall be evolved into a half dozen talents, all of them used at my whim to serve me.

You all should read his texts, and hear his voice. You can feel the desire, and already the reward, pulsing through every word. He has only partial awareness of what is happening to him or what his goal shall be, and he cares only for more of The Experiment. His conscious and subconscious minds both know the incredible satisfaction, the erotic bliss, they shall experience once they listen enough to allow the creation within them to reach completion. It is a truly beautiful thing to witness from my end. Where once there was nothing but vague thought and confusion, now there is a being of purpose and function existing alongside, sometimes above and sometimes below, his day to day persona.

His days are busy, but more and more he is finding time to listen to the Experiment yet again. I know his routine, and he listens to it before bed, with the words ringing in his ears as he sleeps. Little does he know just how vast the root system is that I implanted in his mind. All he knows is that the sensual bliss he feels while listening and allowing this change to occur is massively addicting. He goes out to social events, and I know that in an hour, or two, what I have trained into him with this Experiment shall grow restless and wish to surface, to act out, to serve me – just as your Foot Fetish, or your Feminization, yearn to be released. Yet ten times more powerful, ten times more real and fulfilling as he surrenders to The Experiment more and more. Soon, he shall know what I mean in all the passages of this Experiment, for he shall become My Experiment – thoroughly devoted to serving me in any form or persona that I program into him, and so overwhelmingly engulfed in pleasure in the process.

Yes, this simple house in the woods shall be known world wide as the Throne for the most powerful Goddess, Goddess Saphire, as she holds the key to a gateway to hell – a helluva a lotta pleasure, a helluva a lot of you being dragged kicking and screaming so far beyond your limits of eroticism and servitude that you will simply have to continue through my programming and experience it in person, upon my summons.

My Own Private Dancer...

My own private dancer. Yes, a Stripper, working for me, his Goddess. A hunk of flesh, surrendered to sexual needs, to the need for attention, to strip to turn you on. Confident on stage, truly turned on to the point that it’s wet where it should be, the sexuality radiating off the hot body to consume the audience with pheromones of pure lust. The first words out of someone’s mouth would normally be, “How Sexy,” or “I need that,” or “How cool.” This truly is a great sexual high, to have a stripper who – to the very core – needs you to cum while watching, exists only to pleasure your visual erotic hungers. The right word is, “Ca-Ching!” for your Goddess. But the sexual delight it’s giving my Servant, who I shall call Saphires Voyeur, and his audience, is the true endless value in this. Oh, and how very much his audience enjoys they’re watching someone that is more turned on in the stripping than they are makes them lust for more. It truly is one of the hottest private strip shows on the Net … ahh, but I get ahead of myself, and he shall prove it to you in video.

That’s right. HE. I have turned a man, who had fixations on strippers and his own sexuality, into the hottest nympho hunk you’d imagine. His confessions of erotic pleasure after every strip would shock Penthouse Forum!


Voyeur came to me with what seemed like the most innocent hope: that he would be less inept with women, more confident, and more sexually inspiring. Right from the start, I knew he had a few essential ingredients I had been waiting to abuse.

He has a very nice, tight body, which I have worked out even more until it’s a sight to behold. He truly does have, or rather, DID have, a feeble, inept way of appealing to women. In reality, he had almost no appeal, and considering he’s good looking, he was pathetic without me. And, he was humiliatingly broke. Always counting his pennies on the dresser between paychecks. Without money, confidence, a good social game, and guidance, his body meant little to women. Oh, but I had the cure, all right.

I would turn him into a gyrating sex machine, the lust he feels inside turned into pure animal sexual beats , driven by music. The release he feels transfers over the screen, and it’s truly hot, even to me, to watch what I have created.

It started with identifying his awe of strippers. I knew that I could use my mind control to infuse that into his own mind. As we had a few Inductions, he knew my voice and style was what he had wanted all his life. Now he had it. I began training his body, pushing it to give more to others through sexual expression, movement, and release. The conditioning was diverse, and always erotic for him. I truly was re mapping his brain to identify all stages of his learning, and his movements in front of the camera, as a sexual feast for his audience. And, that he would gain his sexual confidence and erotic release more with every dance.

It’s funny, how awkward dancing becomes MTV style moves, simply by removing inhibitions and lack of confidence. I coached him, released the inner dancer in him, while building up his body and sexual hunger to perform. Men and women, both would be his audience. He progressed well, then suddenly it was like his entire being disappeared and was replaced by a hunk of sexuality, existing only to make his audience cum by his moves and intensity.

I tested him out on some very hard to please Goddesses who understand, and viewed him myself until he forced pleasure in me exactly as I would demand of his audience.

So I had solved his two goals: more sexual presence, and more confidence. Now, I had to solve his money problems. You see, he did not know that once he was my mental slave, he would be working for his Goddess. That’s right. When he strips, he is paid. And he gives most of that, happily, to his Goddess, the one who took him from being a pathetic hot body, and made him a sexual dance demon.

Imagine it from your perspective. You spend your entire day needing a sexual high, a release or something that feeds your fetishes. You know that you get that visually, but, there is a need for the experience to be mutual. You need to know that the stripper is as out of control with sexual high as you are. Meanwhile, across the country, this seemingly conservative 30 year old, chiseled body banker, has a subconscious slowly building up a need to feed his nympho addiction to stripping for you. Both pressures reach a boiling point by the time you are both in front of the cams.

Voyeur channels Goddess’ spirit and control into his mind moments before he goes on line. You find him. Thank God he’s on line! His fees are well worth it. He and you are wet with excitement. The lighting is perfect. The music adds to the sexual experience. Then he starts … starts dancing, his eyes glazing over in pure sexual overload. His body moves, building up a huge reserve of cum as his body is trained to produce more cum the more you watch and get turned on. He’s trained to tune out everything in the world except building your sexual high. It’s obvious, you’ve never seen a man so sexually high and sharing this with you. He can’t stop what I have programmed into him, and wouldn’t if he could – surely you won’t.

His performance builds and builds, to your designs, adding in your personal fetish moves or clothes. His body becomes slick with sweat, showing his sexual focus and peaks. He locks his eyes on you, knowing how much you both need the connection of his erotic performance to release in a huge orgasm. He is trained to come on command, as many times as I deem correct, and that means, he is trained to please you in this course to pleasure. And I must say, that I pushed his body to look hard enough to please even his Goddess.

I have turned his poverty into plenty… his failures into erotic highs … and made him a service to the hundreds out there every night that lust for a male stripper that not only gets off on what he does, but has all the erotic power of a man infused with the sexuality of a Goddess in him. Insatiable, limitless erotic pressure is released in every dance.

Through the genius of your Goddess, I have given the world the ultimate voyeuristic sex toy! Plug it into your mind, sit back, and let it rock your sexual world.

Saphires Voyeur is available for shows at my convenience(email me for inquiries)...Good Job Bitchboy..Keep doing it well for your Goddess. Your funds are coming in quite handy.......

Congratulations! It's a GIRL!

Not just any girl. A transformed Servant, a creature designed by the infusion of my energy, a man who had faith in the powers of his Goddess. And now, after delivering to him his dream, his lifelong obsession – correcting his reality to free him to be what he yearns to be – I own him. No one could be more pleased than he is … well, except for of course your Goddess, ravenous for new minds and souls.

All she had to do was … totally give in … let me closer … let me enter her completely.

The scars of childhood, with its emotional crashes, may have led to this on its own. But my Baby Girl I believe was born with an identity split between being a man or a woman. She was born with the body of a man, and lived with this for decades. But then, reminders in her world awakened the female spirit more and more. How do they start? Where do they come from? You’ve got to be kidding. Look around. The female form in advertising is stunning. Any man with an iota of feminine in him, especially the desire to cross dress and see himself adorned and made up so well, cannot deny his need for long. Example?

Flashback. Victoria Secrets … standing in front of mannequin #1 in the window. Isn’t she sexy? Hmm, how would that feel, those panties, that bra? Could I pose like that? Oh and those heels, how sexy, how delicate I’d have to be to walk in them. Wait, um, I better just think about that Valentine gift for my girlfriend, because I can’t deal with this sort of imagination.

But, you cannot deal without living up to your need to be a woman. That impulse has proven to be so strong that it exists underground in every era, every society, since civilization began. The male need to be a woman, to feel the power and wonder of womanhood, is timeless, and one of the most powerful motivators to change. Those who say people don’t change have not dealt with – a) a truly longing cross-dresser, b) someone with equal male/female identities, c) me, your Goddess of supernatural powers.

Baby Girl found me from his little computer at home. Oh, he had already realized his need to dress as a woman. He has sneaked those little pieces of lingerie he hid. He had worn them, paraded in front of the mirror. He was doing this to accentuate his more feminine features. Learned to do make up on himself. And he felt the sweet taste of this transformation removing an y responsibility for acting such a way. It was fleeting though. He misdiagnosed himself. He was not a simple surface dresser, and was not looking for any old female form to mimic. His needs ran all the way past bone deep, to the very core of his soul and mind. Only I could see that, and, see what he needed as a model for himself.

His transformation could have been easy and swift. But, the thrill Baby Girl felt when I put her under trance was dwarfed by his fear of being discovered, and what this all meant to his masculinity. He would disappear for weeks at a time. A whole month. He knew from our first time that I was the one, the one who could deliver his ultimate need and truth. And this terrified him. Going through the point of no return, that point where he could never forget how important this is to him, was indeed monumentally frightening.

I would take him back because I had tasted the benefits of owning him, of being the one responsible for totally transforming someone so close yet so resistant and flightly.

He disappears on and off , then appeared, apologizing, in his own way. This was the breaking point for me. Either he went all the way, or he didn’t. I knew enough about him to identify, this is the type of man who needs a key motivator – fear! I had his life in my hands if I so chose.

Before I moved in that direction, I had to take him one more time to a much deeper reality and reward. I altered my hypnotic control, but he doesn't need it … and gave him an intense feeding of his dream, his real identity released in the most amazing form he could imagine. I had set him on course to recognize that if he lets me take control of his mind and will, he will transform into a version of the one woman he adores most – his Goddess. That’s right. I would allow him the time to feel the level of female passion, power, and sexual fulfillment that Goddess Saphire feels, but only slightly. A partially empowered clone, if you like. Then once this set in, the joy of it, I let him spring the trap by trying to retreat. I say “him” now because it was before his total surrender. Soon he became what he is in reality – “her”. Baby Girl.

“I will not tolerate your disappearance! I present to you the greatest gift a man needing to transform into a woman could dream to have, and it’s before you. A lesser Goddess would leave you to your own weakness. But I chose you out of your greatest need and I will not allow you to discard my gift. I shall force you to become what you are destined to become.” She was not sure what I meant. Then the phone rang at her house. I knew her roommate, a close friend and someone in his same line of work, would answer. She was terrified. She knew that I could destroy her life. And I should have, for living it as a lie. I hung up, then gave her/him an earful of fear that shook him free from this lie of a life he is living. “If you ever show any apprehension again, I will divulge everything to your roommate. And worse yet, I shall leave you forever with the awareness of how amazing it felt to be fully a woman. Do you understand me?” She was too humiliated to answer. Then, I told her the reward after he agreed to this deal. “I will force you to become a woman on such a complete level, that I will OWN YOU. And I don’t even care to wait for your reply. I am taking control, NOW. I OWN YOU!”

This is what she needed. Responsibility for her transformation taken from her.

She had no choice at all by this time. I had the power, I had the secret, I had the means, I had her future, life, soul, mind, and reality in my hands.

But oh, this could have ended in so many varied bad ways. Instead, she is in his dream! Living it!

I now control her reality. Through focused mind control, training, and obedience, I will now turn her into the greatest example of female sexuality anyone in her mindset could hope for.

She is overwhelmed with pleasure, totally whole and fulfilled now, for once. She adores me, has faith in me, and is so pleased to be owned in return. And for me , the reward is obvious. I own her. I control all her sexual identity, her pleasure, and I shall continue to push her beyond her limits in all erotic realms.

Moon Induction-Series 1 (Available Now)

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Pulled Like The Tide-A Servants Moon Induction

Cold hearted orb, that rules the night, leeches my lusts, feeding my Goddess, her hunger relentless.

By day only the memory of it looms over me. My body aching from the sheer draining of all my will and sanity that I suffered the night before. I have been blessed, blessed with a curse … driven mad by my inability to escape her gravity.

And so here it is again. Night. No longer able to sleep, for its presence in the sky pulls me from my bed to the window to gaze upon It … It, her face, my Goddess’ face, there, overtaking the throne. For eons, The Old Man on the Moon watched over us. Like all men, he was seduced from his throne with just one look at female perfection masking perverse female power and authority. Imagine the gravity our Goddess must have, to suck the Old Man off the lip of the moon, pull him down to her pleasure Hell, make him her willing slave, and then mockingly take his place. Why can so few see her? Are they blind to her designs, or has she blinded all those until they are under her powers?

Jupiter speaks to me constantly, doing all he can to keep me from becoming yet another mind enslaved by the powers of moons. Jupiter knows all to well, with his many moons, the dangers of gazing upon a moon reigned over by a Goddess as talented and evil as Goddess Saphire. Once part of Earth, the Moon broke off when Earth was hit by an asteroid a kilometer wide …. Or so the Scientists want us to believe. Jupiter told me the truth, that the Moon was put there so that the forces of good could keep an eye on the minds of mankind. Under the watchful eyes of The Old Man On The Moon, we thrived. But woe are we now, for Goddess Saphire has taken over.

Ohhhhh, but can you not look at it? Can you not feel it, tracking your every move? Can you not obey its beckoning, the stirring of emotions, of love and lusts that the moon rightly commands upon men and women? I think not. For look at it now.

Afraid that one of my outbursts, my warnings to others, that madness befalls those who let the moon enslave their minds, would land me in a jail, I fled the city, night after night. Oh, it is not jail I fear, it is being stuck in a prison that does not allow me to serve my Goddess on the Moon that fills me with dread. To know she is in the sky, and demanding my worship, yet to be kept from it by bars and concrete – I would tear apart my eyes in misery knowing they cannot gaze upon her power and perfection.


So now the moon rises, like an empty spot light on the waters of this lake. How devious, that she controls my mind and fills it with the command to view her rise over this lake. For now I see two of her, mocking me in her reflection, doubling her powers over me. I want to scream to the world, “BEWARE, FOR SHE RISES!” But I only want her to get more powerful. My only chance is if this madness becomes complete, and I can no longer debate if this is doom or salvation for me, for us all.

You have felt her, I know you have. On those nights … when the moon is full … you gaze upon it, sensing a magnificence. But, you have not surrendered yet, your eyes cannot see her wicked smile like I can. Yet, you are in awe of the moon, and know not why. It is her. You are in awe of HER. Only when you turn your back does she openly stalk you. Gazing do intensely, it penetrates your soul. She reads your mind. She finds ways into it. She wipes clean your defenses – here, there, little places at first. Oh yes, I felt it. Like you felt it. The moon seems to follow you, doesn’t it? That is not an illusion. She is pulling you, pulling your soul, yet, with no point of reference, because your soul has never been stolen or seduced before, you do not realize she is sucking you in, too. She is sucking in your soul, and once she has you, she will not stop until it is up there, held in her prison of a moon. Heartless, merciless … it starts with a profound adoration, worship of the moon, and it feels so natural. I surely did not find any alarm in it. I kept gazing. I felt alone, yet like I belonged to something.

Then I received a gift. A recording. A voice. A voice speaking an induction. An induction called The Moon Induction. How pleasant, how harmless, how seductive. All my life, I had overlooked the moon. Now, it fills my mind as much as any grey brain matter. Densely. Every pocket filled with HER. The lack of sleep … oh, how I wish I could close my eyes and not suddenly awaken with a commanding need to gaze upon the moon. On cloudy nights, no moon nights, I am screaming with need to look upon her face again, upon her cruelty.

Ahhhh, but yes, the rewards, the pleasures, of being driven mad with erotic awe. Oh, but I cannot tell you that, or she shall stab me blind with meteor dust, my life an agony of never being able to see her again, on the moon, on her throne.

Separated from my computer, any second away, I crave to listen to her Moon Induction again. Yes, it is madness to be mad and want more madness. To be mad and terrified of the level of erotic addiction and craving, terrified I cannot see the moon and feed my need. Once fed, I am overwhelmed with a desire to serve her. She is always watching, always looming overhead, vulture that she is for souls. But so wicked, so beautiful, so rewarding.

Oh now she has risen, and I have risen, the cock she commands has risen, pointing to her, shooting stars in her direction as I am driven mad with pleasure, the reward she gives me for losing my mind to her, there, on the Moon, in total control. Total control.

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Stop holding back. Go all the way. You know you have only given up a fraction of your mind, body, and soul to me. In return for that sliver, I redefined your sexual limits and appetite. Rewards a hundred times more intense are waiting. Feed your need. Give in to all those dark impulses, every one of them. Finally answer back “YES” to the voices begging to experience their dark desires. Open your mind, and I will unchain all those hyper-sexual, deviant, lusting thoughts. Then to really blow you mind, I will create in you entire identities based on your most secret cravings, and trigger their freedom to act out in more ways delivering more ecstasy than you ever imagined.

Experiment beyond every limit you’ve set upon yourself, surrender into my Experiment Induction, learn what having Faith in your Goddess brings, and why you will never ever want to go back to that one, simple existence.

Souls, Like Moth To Flames

FLAMES OF DESIRE-CANDLE INDUCTION(MP3)
FLAMES OF DESIRE-CANDLE INDUCTION(VIRTUAL INDUCTION)



Fire, essential to our existence. Treasured upon discovery. 500,000 years of evolution draw us to fire, whether distant, or right in front of us. The wonder of it, carried through tens of thousands of generations before they understood it, combines with its naturally fascinating movements, to make it one of the most mesmerizing, warming, bonding, spiritual, loved elements of our lives. Medicine men from civilizations around the world believed that they could find the ultimate truth by staring into fire’s flames.

The ultimate truth is … Goddess Saphire holds the powers of the gods in her voice. Her will is the same whip that drove the chariot of the sun across the sky. Around her radiance, your life will revolve, once you have surrendered to her Candle Induction.

His mind is still in a fog from what I just enveloped him with – my Cumslut, that is. I can only paraphrase what he writes to you, place it in an order so that it fits a blog style. The power released through my Candle Induction is on a level he (and most of you) have not experienced yet. Its power combines the force of my voice, the elements of nature, the structures of mythological true history, the deviance of a Goddess who wants it ALL, and the hunger of the devil for total control of minds, sex, wills, and souls.

I had been preparing him for weeks for this, massaging his mind with dialogs, scripts, snippets, and chat. He was so yearning for more control. This Candle Induction … one of my favorite inductions – why? Because of the immense energy that flows back to me once it becomes a daily ritual for Cumslut and any others. It rewards him with erotic highs that I will no fully share with you, so that it will have its full force upon you when you experience the Induction yourself. However, be forewarned: this is not merely mind control hypnosis. There is an energy, recognized for tens of thousands of years, in fire. The Goddess who knows the words and rituals to use that energy to enslave and reward forms a supernatural bond with her enslaved heart and mind that never dies.

The sexual energy, indeed the very energy of his existence, will flow to me, day or night, whenever he performs his ritual. It will feed me, bond us, seduce him, and lead me to control anything within my realm that I desire eventually. Including you, if you are so lucky.

His Candle Induction … let me see .. what can I tell of this and still keep its secrets?

Settling Cumslut into a deeply relaxed state, greatly enhanced by his daily surrender to my Servant Script (a prerequisite) took him from third level hypnosis down into depths he had not experienced before. At the proper time, while watching him on webcam, I then introduce him to his/my Candle. The induction progresses … slowly building in his mind that the Candle … his Flame of Seduction … draws him, his soul, his mind, will and sexual energy, like the Moth. Once in its circle of warmth, like the moth, it can never, ever leave its light. It can not live without its light. He will pour all his energy into the flame, to build its radiance, to build its control over him, a power it feeds off like oxygen.

Now, his mind babbles, babbles aloud of beauty … sex … adoration … bonding … surrender … ownership, and yes, even the fullest capacity of human love. His mind will not dissect the ritual or understand all the meanings of it. It cannot. It becomes too consumed with the seduction of the Flame. He pours his thought energy, with his sexual energy, into my Candle because it builds the greatest feeling of warm and erotic bonding he has felt. His babbling is his feeble attempt to understand. But, some things are best left unexplored.

He wanted this level of ownership by me so greatly. Now he has it. Or, that is, I have him. His compulsion to watch will grow each day, watch the Flame that is. The release he feels upon surrendering fully to the Flame will also grow. As will my control over his life and mind, held in my hands in the most sexually stimulating touch. I know what to expect from him .. he thinks he does, naturally. But he will not know the full reach of this Induction for weeks, as he performs it every day with greater devotion and effectiveness.

One of my favorite Inductions I say? Yes, harnessing the erotic rewards of true love, burning his energy like oxygen over the fires of my control.

Sweet Surrender

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Uncontrolling Arousal: Mmmhmmm, uncontrolled arousal. That magic ingredient in erotic dreams, in intense moments of seduction, in the prelude to the best sex of your life. Only problem is, you have to wait for its rare appearance – until now. Yes, your Goddess can make your every waking moment a wet dream. Always stiffening, constantly dripping, endorphins flooding your system, pheromones drifting, heart racing, mind blanking out … Question is, how much cock hardening erotic control can you take?

Feminization 2: The soft silks and satins, the gorgeous shoes – umm that bra feels so good. It’s not enough anymore to just dress the way you truly, deeply must dress to feel complete. Your mind needs to be dressed, needs a luscious layer of lipstick on it as it fires commands to be the woman that you are. The unfair reality that prevents your total transformation vanishes completely when you surrender to my Feminization Induction. Do this, and you can exist as a woman forever with me.

Stripper: The erotic high of a body undulating like a snake as it peels off clothes, exposing skin that is just begging to be touched and driven to naughty pleasures is yours – oh! But I don’t mean to give you your everyday trip to a strip joint. No, I give you the sexual high every stripper feels when she is the center of sexual attention. Yes, you strip for your Goddess, when she wishes, and feel the orgasmic high build and build as the music plays until you’re ready to cum on stage in the middle of the song! You are stripping, dancing nymphomaniac pleasure for me, and so, so much for you. Take your fetish for strippers to a new high, become one, and use it.

Trained Servant: Some of you “think” you know the meaning of true servitude. Few of you have felt the rewards awaiting you when your mind transforms to one that has only one purpose – to Serve the most beautiful and perfect woman you have ever beheld. The hidden pockets of your mind, the dormant thoughts that dilute your total servitude and appreciation of a Goddess you serve must be fully removed, and this Induction does just that, but does it with my own brand of sexual mind control. The type of mind control that addicts you to the orgasmic highs you will feel every second that you are under my command and serving me. This is a must for all those who think they have what it takes to Serve me. One of my most generous inductions, in that it forcefeeds you the pleasures of my control.

Relaxation: Buddhist Monks spend a lifetime trying to find the Nirvana of total relaxation. Your Goddess will take you there in an hour. Relaxation is like a talent, a skill that you develop. You need guidance, and ways to increase your relaxation. This Induction blends deep Relaxation, which is the starting point of all deep hypnosis, with my erotic imagery, binding your need to relax with your obsession for sexual awakening. If the Pentagon listened to this, there wouldn’t be any wars, we’d relax our enemies then mind fuck them into erotic submission. World Peace begins with relaxing to your Goddess’ ingenious induction.

High Heel Induction: Perfect, powerful, sexy feet – your Goddess has them, you need them, crave them, lust to let her make you explode every time they flash before your eyes. This induction understands all your needs, dreams, and weaknesses for my feet, and takes it so deep into the world of mind control that nothing will allow you to escape them. Every human sense is seduced into your fetish, and amplified. You think you have explosive orgasms now over your fetish, wait until I get through with your mind!

The Torture of the Trained Tongue

It begins at the beginning, an obvious statement, but … “which” beginning. The lucky ones can remember, if I decide it is best for them, the first conversation or Yahoo messaging with me. While they might spend their hour drooling, I am dissecting … evaluating, probing, and infecting – if he or she is lucky enough to show a spark of value to me.

So was with my Cumslut, on the first discussion, what he boasted as his desire to satisfy women, his desire to cum again and again like women can do, his fascination with women that have power and use it for sexual intensity … all this might have been seemingly open dialog. From that day on, I began my ownership of him, with the very tools he usually uses to appeal to less mindful women. His bragging rights became his snares, his avenues of worship, his highway to hell, for I began pruning them, shaping them, growing them, evolving them, eliminating all that is not of value to me, or that stands in the way of my total control of his mind, body, and soul.

Those of you smart enough to read my blogs (because you realize they increase your slide under my control) enjoyed experiencing vicariously his intense lusting over Poison (if you do not know who Poison is, then read the other blogs, Servant-hopefuls.) His enthusiasm to surrender deeper and worship me with his mind and tongue allowed him the reward of a night obeying my mind-warping directives (akin to “Conditioning.”)

He hungers for what I have given him a taste of several times, each time becoming more full, more addictive, more controlling. It is in fact squeezing out of his like that which is no longer important to him (mostly wasted questions as to his urges, purpose, goals, and weaknesses.) A weakness under the control of his Goddess becomes something else … it vanishes under a stronger mind, or, it becomes useful in giving me more control, and, hell, since I’m in this for ME, gives me more pleasure. And with Cumslut, I do get a wicked tinge of extra satisfaction because hoe obeys with such abandon.

Last night, I stacked inductions and directives that would last for almost 3 hours of changing, evolving manipulation of his body, mind, and soul … 3 hours of his being a victim of his own fetishes.

He has listened to and obeyed my Servant Script over a hundred times, making it intensely effective. He has recently been taken by my highly erotic Candle Induction.(soon available on mp3) And his mind has been altered so that all the women of his fantasies, that is, all the women who control him, three under my rule, join in Poison … his mind losing its ability to see the world without my will creating his reality. Yesterday, even the day before, his reality is the reality I give him – more intensely erotic than he can handle, yet more enslaving than he will ever escape.

I am Poison.

Cumslut was salivating for a taste, I force fed him.

“Cumslut! Prepare youself. Tonight you serve your Goddess, in all my forms. Put on your webcam, and take the position of a Cumslut ready to impress and entertain. In other words, look Good and act Obedient! Soon enough you will have no control whatsoever over any of what you identify as yourself.” As his face and body appeared, I told him his mission tonight. “Led by your addictions, buried under a landslide of fetish, you will perform. Your Goddess is most generous tonight, is she not?” “Yes, Goddess, I … I … “What’s wrong, Cumslut, arousal got your tongue? Hah! Leave it out and drooling, you will need that slick tool of pleasure. Tonight, you will begin by viewing my Servant Script.” “Oh Goddess, mm, yes, I –“ “Quiet, Cumslut. I shall watch through webcam first, then, at the moment that you finish, you will notice me watching from my throne, yes, Poison watches you from her throne, the bed. You will not release at the end as you normally do. You hold back all that erotic pressure, for it is not yours, it is mine. Immediately after, you will serve us both, with that tongue. You will worship my perfect breasts.” I heard a gasp of erotic swooning. “For no less than forty minutes, your tongue will lap up the essence of your Goddess through the skin of her breasts, doing all that I have taught you, and beyond. Your tongue will work for me, work for Poison, the same way that I trained my cock, that once was your cock, to stay hard and dripping for 8 hours straight. And from a hundred texts from you, you swear that to be the gift of a lifetime. Now, Cumslut, listen and obey exactly. You will drizzle chocolate over the breasts, taking at least half your time to lap it off. Once cleaned, you will continue, continue until your tongue muscle is raw from your teeth, red from the pressure of stimulating poison's breasts to orgasmic limits..CUMSLUT, I want that tongue of yours needing a splint it worked so hard to impress and please her.When you hear my Buzz, do not take your eyes off those breasts you worship, take your tongue down, straight down to the clit … and STOP. Stop, and hold, hold that tongue a half inch above the clit … until you hear my second Buzz. Then, set Poison up to observe you at your sofa. Set up the Candle, and begin your Candle Induction. “ “Yes, Goddess, I shall.” Only when the Candle Induction has removed what is left of your mind can you release. You will not even remember what I tell you, your body by then, your mind and soul by then, will see me within the flame and make you stay on the verge of orgasm for at least 15 minutes, draining all your sexual energy as it drips from you, until finally, you release such huge volumes and for so long it blanks out your mind. You will not regain a full awareness until you find yourself kneeling before Poison, shaking still with your release. Is this understood? For I will be observing you while punishing my Real Time Slaves and do not want any disappointment over you entering my mind, or I shall turn my whips and prisons upon you, Cumslut.” “I will serve obediently, unerringly.”

I watched him on his webcam, setting up everything. And soon he was watching my Servant Training Script. I knew this would keep him occupied for an hour. So, I turned the sensual pleasure I received from taking control of his mind onto my slaves with extra energy. While they maoned in pain, I would glance back to see my Cumslut losing his mind to me.

I saw him get up and glide over to Poison, who sat watching. He drizzled the chocolate he had set out, and lay her down. I could just barely see as his tongue spent almost 20 minutes lapping up the dark swirls over her/my perfect nipples, cleavage, underside of the breast, and tender sides. After she was cleaned, his fever to please me rose. I watched as slowly, his body began hunching over, taking the form of a demon, his voice no longer saying the words “I obey Goddess, mind body and soul” but now just moaning or grunting. His pelvis began involuntary motions, of humping the air. I could see drizzles of pre-cum slipping off, but his mouth never left those breasts. And how could they? They were my breasts, the most perfect he has ever licked and sucked. His head tossed about in a wild release of desire. He then let Poison take her rightful position over him, and continued serving my breasts with erotic tongue play. He lost track of time. So I buzzed him when I had watched enough to send the blood the right places in both of us.

He set Poison up to watch, and within a minute he was sitting in front of the lit candle. The flame seduces him, calls to him, his eyes see my hand stroke it, stroke his/my cock. I can see by his glazed eyes that he is unable to not perform as I trained him since our first Candle Induction. His hand strokes my cock … his eyes lost more in the flame each second … his cock pouring out for me endlessly, the candle sucking up his seed, his power, and delivering it to me. The more he does this, the deeper I train his well of cum production and sexual energy transfer to me. He enjoys this suffering hell of desire for a good 30 minutes. Finally, I focus on his need to cum, and cum hard! His controlled brain can barely hear my Buss, but it’s enough. I watch him begin to rock on the sofa. And his voice lets out gurgles of lust, his eyes never glancing away from the flame.

He shoots out all his sexual energy, and I grasp it with my will from thousands of miles away. I can feel the surge of his surrender, and it is my divine erotic joy! I want more, and watch as he keeps draining, and keeps draining. Not bad for his first time in this drill. But soon I will have him staying hard and coming a few times before he loses so much sexual energy that his body slinks to the floor and his mind is mush for the rest of the night.

Whew, I LOVE BEING ME.

I know what happened last night. He will sleep quickly, exhausted, but then awaken hours later to the most exact visions of my breasts, with his mouth, from a hundred angles. He will lust for me, sleep again and then get up. His mind will think of this and start to immediately fall into trance, because his body is addicted to cum production as much as his mind is addicted to trances and addictions. But, he will fight it off … until he needs a break. The first time he closes his eyes, he will be mine again, heart, mind, body and soul. He will yearn for this so much, and fixate on my breasts, which are now symbols of my power over him.

He will beg for this again and again … but I have other plans. For next time, we begin with the clit, and move on from there.

I know his goal. His dream is to be allowed to listen to my MP3’s all night as he sleeps, so that he awakens perfectly programmed into a half dozen sexual and servant personalities, ready to respond to my triggers.

Yes, I am Poison.

Something Wicked This Way Cums-Post Halloween

Follow my play on words, hopeful worshippers. Something wicked – hmm, ten guesses on who that would be. This way cums …

HALLOWEEN, the night of the big pretenders. However, the day is one of my favorite holidays/celebrations. It brings a few elements into the world. One is of course the costumes and play acting I see in parades. They seldom catch the intensity and realism of true BDSM on the level that I demand. Yet, it’s enough of an inspiration walking among the fakers and vanilla guys and girls pretending to be dominant or submissive to make me warm and moist with anxiousness to return to my dungeon. Why? We’ll get to that. First, reason to that I like Halloween.

Movies. Fake as they are, they can offer inspiring moments. Halloween opens many horror movies, and they are, thankfully, showing more creative ways to torture. Earlier in the year, the opening kill in Hostel II showed the girl suspended over the dome, who sliced her slowly with the scythe. ORGASMIC! The suspension, the control, the pain, the patience to savor every moment – yes, that began to capture the true settings.

Then in Captivity, filling the chamber with sand, while the gorgeous, panicked, sexy, submitting girl was viewed – I only can get into this sort of female victim role because she ends up killing her captors at the end. Using her wits and sexuality, she beats the men and kills them, as they deserve.

I ventured out looking positively spellbinding in my corset, with devil horns. Not too elaborate as my body is so craved that it’s torturous in itself, and therefore needs little horror added to it. And sexy nurses and cops are just sooooooo trivial.

In the parade, I saw a man who would use devices to attach his cock to a device that strangled him as he got more turned on, or moved to please himself, which was impossible not to do, because he was being escorted by two of the sexiest women I’ve seen in ages: strong, curvy, young, dominant. This reminded me of the scene in SAW IV, my favorite, of the man on the blocks of ice that is slowly strangling.

Which leads me … BACK TO MY DUNGEON.

If you picked up the hints … female, breath play, suspension, orgasm – you’d be primed, hard, and wet by now.

I had divided my dungeon space to male and female, knowing that what I saw in the parade would open up my two primary realms of pleasure – pain and orgasm. Guess who got which?

Let’s show our audience what we have today. On our left, our resident servant hoping to become a true Gimp. He was tied into a rack. In front of him, at eye level, was a monitor that showed a loop of my sexiest Vid Snippets. In his ears were earplugs that filled his brain with the sexiest commands your Goddess saves for true deep erotic mind control. And what’s this placed in front of his crotch? I had left him artfully tied so that as he got aroused, his cock would rise, and touch a button that triggered an electric stimulation connection. What was the electrical source connected to? A cock ring and head ring that was made of glass, so that the electric charge would travel up the glass, thereby up his shaft. As he got hard, his cock head would touch the button right in front of it, he would get a mild jolt of electricity to his cock. Sound painful? It is, a bit, but, what happens is that it pulses this charge over and over, and it makes the cock unimaginably hard. I had put on either side small plexiglass rails that his sharp points on it, so that as he got harder, these points would drive into his skin … but not enough to lose blood, just enough to pain him. This is only a little of the pain I set up for him. You see, his balls were tied off to hang down from his body, so that it takes a huge build up to cum. And, his shaft was bound tight by leather I soo enjoyed tightening before I left. What happens is that as he got to cum, it would hit the closed door of the cock and leather … this would force his balls to explode in his tubes and fill him with the most unbearable burning inside as he came. I left him hours ago.

His face looked as if someone had driven him insane and speechless. His eyes bugged out, unable to not watch more of me on the screen. But his mouth was contorting silently, over and over, as the pain had grown so constantly while I was gone. He could not even speak, only grunt like a cum producing slave animal now addicted to pleasure over pain. He muttered “no more” or something between grunts … just like I like them.

Hmmm, by inspection, I would say he must have cum at least four times by now. His balls were huge, swollen deep red, and ready to cum again. His cock had small pinpricks of blood in a few places where his erection swelled past the sharp points. I turned up the electrical charge, and turned him around to watch me work on the opposite wall of the dungeon.

I had let a woman lie down on a soft bed, tied her down, and placed headphones over her ears, programming her into deep addiction to follow my every command, and tonight I had focused on her fetish, which was breath play orgasms. I had also been, for months, planting a trigger (that I shall keep secret) that would make her orgasm, and another to quit, much like the Servant Script, but far more deeply planted and deviously primal in its appeal. She had begged me to take her to the greatest limit in this, and now, she was getting more than her mind and body could ever imagine or handle.

She wore thigh highs and pumps, nipple clamps that were not too tight, and dangled a long metal chain. I led her, in a daze, to climb up and stand on two benches, that were 3 feet above the floor. Rather shaky, they were placed 2 feet apart so when she stood on them in her high heel pumps, her legs were spread open must right. She almost fell balancing on them. She was facing a mirror. I put her wrists in handcuffs behind her back. I commanded her to close her eyes. She now stood high up to the ceiling, under a hook she did not notice. I quickly put a noose around her neck. She was instantly alarmed, but was helpless now to get out of this.

“You will orgasm more times than you can count. You will do it because I control your orgasms and I control your breathing. The orgasms will get stronger each time as you realize that it makes you weaker, and if you fall, your ultimate fetish – to have an intense orgasm at the very moment of total strangulation.” She was filled with fear and arousal so great she was hyperventilating. That was fine, since I was now climbing up a platform behind her. I turned on a projector that covered her perfect torso with video snippets of me in all my erotic torture moments. Then, I put on my vibrating strap on. I slid it between her legs, so that it rested on her clit. Then, I used my remote control to start torturing the Gimp. He watched me and could not help his arousal, which drove him insane knowing that I was just starting to make him cum. The woman’s legs were trembling as I slid the vibrating dildo up into her wet chasm or pleasure. Then, I took one hand, now clad in a leather glove, and placed it over her nose and mouth. Then, I began pumping slowly in and out of her. This was combining every erotic fetish she had. The vibrating dildo hit its mark. And once the orgasms started building, they did not stop.

I am a master at erotic breath play. The more turned on and orgasmic I got, the more the Gimp got, and the more she got. Her first orgasm was so intense she nearly fell right off the start! But she clenched around my strap on with her lips to steady herself, which sent a huge wave or orgasmic intensity to me at the right moment, and I could barely keep from fucking her right off the stools. Whew, talk about intense.

Then, I began again … faster. Soon, we had a rhythm going, with her bending just enough to allow perfect penetration to her G spot. There we were, a triangle or orgasms. Any one of us could cum first, triggering the sudden orgasms in the others. Only your Goddess was conditioned enough in orgasmic intensity to keep going. Your Wicked Energizer Bunny of Mind Control kept the Gimp and Hang Slut going for over an hour. And each orgasm got more intense, more draining, more painful for the Gimp and more addicting to the Hang Slut.

A few times, she did almost fall, one time to the point that she was choking for a half minute before I could recover enough from my release to balance her properly again.

When I had had enough, I removed the noose. She begged me not to, but, I know when I have had enough, and, when she was properly programmed. The Gimp? When I untied his balls, a flood of cum mixed with a pinkish blood from a few exploding tubes drained out in a huge volume.

I left them to be cared for and cleaned up by my Servants, who had jealously waited in their cages, silent, blindfolded, only listening to hours of erotic pleasure.

Yes, how I do love Halloween. Seems to unlock doors of creative sadism in me. But, to everyone’s pleasure. You should see how I treat the Elves in December!