YOU’VE BEEN SERVED!

Your Goddess and her two gorgeous girlfriends froze in the spotlight of military helicopters hovering overhead. S.W.A.T. closed off both sides of the bridge. The intercept jets sent from the base tipped their wings as they broke the sound barrier to get to us. The Coast Guard blockaded the harbor. Evacuation of women and children first would be announced any minute over the news stations. Guilianni arrived to stress that he had lived through this sort of threat and would lead New Yorkers to peace of mind. Homeland Security once again had thwarted terrorism!

Security forces of America combined to stop us after we took a picture inside our car as it rolled across the Tri-State Bridge at 5 a.m..

All right, so, it wasn’t S.W.A.T., jets, and panic – the idea that the three of us was a real terrorist threat is for real. In reality, it was just one pathetic jerk, city cop Officer Petrocelli, in all his asswipe glory, trying to play hero to impress the girls. He failed miserably, and tried his intimidation routine. Only the blow by blow details will show what I put up with, and the devil knows I’m not the one to try to intimidate.

Backing up a few hours … I went into New York City for a wonderful night of dining and socializing with three women that epitomize the value of females in wit and flawless form. We took a dozen pictures during the night. The picture part is as simple as it sounds, we took a flash picture while crossing the bridge. When we rolled up to the toll booth, the duty cop on that beat – Officer Petrocelli – had already trotted over from the warmth of the main office. We heard, “Pay the toll and surrender your camera, then pull over your car and keep your hands where we can see them.” We were so stunned we snickered. But Pedo-celli had a hand on his gun and was doing that obnoxious finger pointing that goes along with Intimidation 101.

The play-by-play shows what happens when small minded men are given the chance to show off and abuse his authority to keep the respect (not likely) of three women beyond his touch.

We kept our mouths shut during the show-off part, where he pumps up his 35 year old chest and parades back and forth, emphasizing that we could be facing jail time and Federal charges. My poor girlfriends had never faced down anything so unfair or abrasive, and were stuttering and flushing in the freezing air. Your Goddess is wayyy beyond the orientation classes for intimidation, though, and wasn’t going to stand for this.

Now there were several officers, no doubt needed to contain the most seductive women they saw all night that are also key players in some national threat or another. I had asked in an even tone to present to us the legal terms and laws for which we were not detained over 30 minutes, and got scowls and refusal. When their collective brain power could not figure out how to work my friend’s point-and-shoot phone I had to laugh. I cut off my friend and said, “Don’t do it.” And the officer asked, “Under whose authority do you think you all are under?” “Certainly not yours,” I replied with confidence. This immediately made me the target of their evil eye glares, which was what I wanted to take pressure off my friends. “Figure out the camera yourself, Jack Bauer.”

While he verbally challenged us as possible terrorists, I had already dialed my cell phone – a lawyer happy to take my calls 24 hours a day. I filled him in for a few seconds and let him eavesdrop on the situation, something that our Ace Defender of Freedom – Officer Peniselli – failed to notice. (Gee, aren’t cell phones the #1 detonation device in I.E.D.’s in Iraq and banned from security stops? Great work, Peniselli.) They did figure out the phone, and enjoyed the girl-girl-girl pictures a bit too much.

To see my gregarious best friends reduced nearly to tears boiled my blood, and your Goddess on a rampage truly is a security alert! Yet I maintained, for the person truly in power does not need to raise his or her voice. The problem with most people in a do-or-die, fight or flight situation is that they stop thinking, that is their crime against survival.

I enjoyed how Petrocelli and his superior kept trying to stare me down as if I was a suburban Princess about to crack. All I cracked was a smile when their normally intimidating bragging rights spewed out. My lawyer had heard enough, and I revealed the phone up my sleeve. Hearing in legal terms that refusing to release us would probably end with the re-deployed to the Harlem Midnight Patrol on New Year’s Eve wiped that Dirty Harry glint from their eyes.

In my departure, I faced all the men in a row, saying quite honestly, “If your plan is to stop terrorism, you’re a couple of years too late. Next time cleavage and legs appears on your profiling checklist, I’ll have you in court. Happy New Years.” I spun around on my heel and could feel them cringe. They failed in all three arenas: failed to apply anti-terrorist rules intelligently, failed to intimidate me/us into offering any information, and failed to impress us as the protectors of freedom.

Much has been said about a small man abusing his authority to the fullest. When it’s combined with limited brainpower, the chance for mistakes or oversights is overwhelming. I fully applaud our hard working policemen and firemen. Yet, when faced with any degree of surprise these men fumbled. They did not expect me being a woman of authority naturally greater than the authority loaned to them by their badges. Their brains froze up on them. A kid would have seen that it was time to retreat, think 30 seconds, look at the situation, and apply authority justly in a new and productive direction.

They had no idea the true extent of my experience revealing the truth and in this case lack of personal brainpower and spine. My entire life is build upon this foundation. The only thing that I got out of this is my friends could watch how they should react when unjustly accused. Women are not weak, they are many times sheltered from direct conflict and physical attack, but they are not weak. And one who knows how to irritate the vulnerable spots on the men who confront them can win hands down.

In the New Year, let us all hope that the men of New York City, and all cities, apply their training properly, scrutinizing people who truly are a threat, and not spending that time trying to impress a carload of women they could never touch.

Santa's Helper

This really hurt. My first letter back from the North Pole: “Dear Goddess Saphire, You are not on the list of naughty girls this year.” I thought I had read that wrong and was shocked. I had been banned from good girl status since I put aphrodesiacs in the reindeer water and he spent all night really seeing what shouting “Cum Dancer On Blitzen” gets you. “You enslaved half my elves last year to build your website, and it’s so good the other half are lusting for you all over the dollhouses, which for some reason come equipped with slave cages and penetration stockades. My wife still fumes over the pictures – my red suit replaced by that stunning sequin gown that’s part of my forced feminization conditioning. It won’t be the same since the Department of Transpo demanded I remove the anal plug built into the sleigh seat – you said take it with me everywhere! But they didn’t buy that excuse until I sat them in front of the computer and your image. Hehe, I truly enjoyed directing them to your Male Whore Induction, hope they are still paying off for you. Another reason to skip your house? You have men and women around the world now worshipping you and not that fellow from the black book found in a lot of cheap hotels – ahem, you know who I’m talking about. We won’t say any NAMES (son-of-god, ahem, just clearing my throat) but let’s say that professional jealousy from a certain spoiled risen savior resulted in a swarm of locusts this summer. Oh sure, it could be an act of nature, locusts 3,000 miles from the nearest food in sub-zero weather. I can’t blame them for worshipping you instead, maybe if Priests dished out pain so sweet they’d be getting enough head to spare the children. I had to pretend at the Superhero Convention that I didn’t recognize it was you dressed up in the Devil’s Version of Santa’s Helper. The Ball Gag made out of a snow-globe was a nice touch. Word went around you’re going to use Gabriel’s Trumpet as a strap-on and I had to bite my lip to keep from blurting out that the vibrato feels like every word you say is permeating my soul. So for the above reasons, you are not on the list for naughty girls. Your name appears tattooed on the chubby cock you now control. I’m not stopping by on the sleigh, I’m sending a limousine full of presents to you first so you won’t be so rough with me (give me more, give me more) At dawn run down the stairs in that unbelievably sexy blood red corset you sleep in and you’ll find me already roasting my chestnuts in front of your branding iron in your dungeon. The only red nose you’ll see this Xmas is mine after a good hour of breath play, if I’m lucky.”

It’s that time of year when I am in the giving mood. Giving pain, giving addiction, giving hope that I might push each of you harder.

I got such a collection of new bondage and discipline gear this Christmas, thanks for hopeful new Servants, that I could not leave for me holiday without dressing up in full adornment to play with a few of them. Slipping on my stiletto pumps over the thigh highs … massaging the breasts you adore as I slip them into my leather bra, elbow black gloves, pulling panties that barely conceal my doorway to hell’s pleasure … my hair flowing over my breasts as they heave on every step down to the dungeon. I had a servant prepare three slaves to test the devices.

First came the fingertip torture extensions: rolling spurs, pinpoints, and my favorite, the rasps that will make the skin of your cock raw just enough to that even blowing wind makes you cum. The cries of pain got so intense I did not ball gag him, I stuffed his mouth with the help of my beautiful dominatrix friend, Mistress Sophie, training under me. She lowered over him and smothered him until he learned that with each touch of pain, his tongue was to spell out the alphabet where it pleases her most. It’s funny, but even grown men in pain have to mutter that alphabet song to get it straight – oh, and I got it straight all right. I kept him on the edge of release until he collapsed.

This let us both focus on our second table of gifts: PENETRATORS! Yea! We played “What is it?” with slave #2. Strap ons in all colors and flavors. Anal plugs that play jingle bells. Undulating dildos that remind him that I own him inside and out. I’m getting an email every hour begging to put him back in the stockade.

Whips were hung by the chimney with care. Ouch, that looks like it really hurts! Hahahaha. Don’t you dare lose that erection or it’s another 50 lashes. My personal favorites were the gift packages that included cock and ball restraints that could be used when they play the horse for their Goddess.

And finally there were the cages. Cages of all sizes. Cock cages that have sharp points in them to penetrate your blood red cock as it’s kept from growing. The slave could not imagine the pain this would bring him. Upon release, his throbbing was so intense I had to suffocate him to keep him from releasing too early. I have a dozen of them, reserved for the best servants of the new year.

So while I am enjoying the pampering and luxury due a true Goddess, you all can read this over and over again. Send me your letters telling me what a bad boy you’ve been. You’ll get stocking stuffers and anal stuffers that will overwhelm your mind, body, and soul.

Oh, and Santa – I want 4 straight nights of orgasm denial before you meet me – you know the drill!

V -Rule By Vagina

The sensuousness of the velvet as I pull the bustier up past my flexed ass and full breasts makes me moan to myself. The feel amid the glance in the mirror as I prepare for battle is the most seductive cocktail of power I’ve enjoyed in days.My evil grin remembers the thrills of stepping over fallen knights and lowering over them to suffocate them to submission as I advance upon the board.

The brilliance of the men who invented the game of Chess lies in one simple fact: that Women rule, naturally. While the King can look commanding, it is the Queen who can slaughter, intimidate, and move multitudes with her need to finish in command of her realm and all men within it. Notice there are no other females on the board, for she uses the servitude of men to increase her power, sacrificing them without worry if her goal is a clear vision. Once she has assembled an attacking force of knights, rooks, bishops, and pawns, she magically has the power to move in any way they can – she has indeed taken their powers away from them and made them her own.

So now I proceed from my luxurious den of pleasure – my dungeon – wearing a red velvet corset, thigh high boots, a micro-mini, battle headdress of jewels. In one hand I carry my riding crop, the other slaps a waist purse filled with surprises. I stride along my dungeon, to the big room of the house, where another challenging female awaits a game of Queens.

The scent of battle imbues its pheromone intoxication to me, making me warm, almost wet with the thrill of sacrificing men for my reign above all others. I enter the largest room in the house, where the floor has been cleared. A carpet in the shape of a checkerboard has been filled. I exchange grins with the challenging Domme. We enjoy and respect each other, so this shall be pure sport for us, and what sport could be more engrossing than one in which we condition, tease, and torment men at every square?

Before I take my position, I walk slowly past my servant-soldier men. The sight of my breasts, thrust up and barely held in, so full as they sway only inches in front of their salivating mouths and infatuated eyes, reminds them of the mind control triggers that I so carefully planted in them over months of conditioning. When it comes to my primary soldiers, I am even more teasing. I have designed a special uniform for them. Their cocks and balls have been harnessed, with a leather rope dangling from the collar and around their backside. If they should lose their erection during serving their Queen, a sharp yank on the leather will precede the spoken trigger for deeper worship.

The Pawns are all zombies, I have taken their minds completely so that they do not mind the way they will be lost. The key defenses are fully conditioned to roles that specially entertain me. Watching them move at my command, in the roles I have made for them, is the strongest aphrodisiac that a Goddess could wish for on this cold day.

I step alongside my King, who stupidly forgets he is not allowed to gaze directly at my body without permission because I know it gives him unbounded pleasure too soon. I have a special torture for him in these cases – truly devilish – his royal cloak hides that his nipples are rigged to alligator clamps. He nearly collapses into himself in pain when I touch my remote and they squeeze down.

My Domme opponent sets her first Pawns in motion by snapping an expertly placed whip tip behind their shoulders. I inspire me with my own whip. They hope for a quick ending, but then, know that they only get to enjoy the orgy of servitude after the game if they help me win it. And my heart pounds strong remembering the long night after my last game, where my Pawns linked up to orally serve their Goddess for two hours.

Once the Pawns have advanced and a few have been lost, it is time to launch my major attack. To inspire, I approach my Knight, who wears a bit and reigns. I press my flash against his arm to let him know the pleasure that awaits him if he wins. And what a strong stallion he is, hung well enough to make a Clydesdale jealous. I command him to bend over. Sitting upon him, I reach back to the previously hidden vibrating anal plug he wears. And did I warn him, that it sends jolts of electricity up his ass? He groans in pleasure as he feels my bare thighs wrap around his waist. He can feel the heat from his most desires central space from inside my panties. I call out “Queen’s Knight to Pawn 2.” He is about to trot to it, but one electrical burst hits him so hard he jumps over one entire square like he was a pro jumper! I land on the spot, destroying the Pawn that cringed there!

My move is countered, and I counter that with a whip to my Pawn, that is then lost. The game is moving swiftly today. I can see my victory moves, though. Leaving my Knight, my legs tremble a bit with erotic excitement as I come up behind my Bishop. I flip up his cape and tell him to prepare to move forward and take King’s Pawn three. He has no idea the size of the strap on dildo that I quickly attach. “This payback comes compliments of your choirboys, father.” I shove in the lubed dildo, and he starts moving steadily forward. Driving in harder and deeper each time, he moves past jealous Zombie Pawns. My opponent is getting so turned on watching my dominance that she is flogging her King. I keep penetrating him until I come near to climax, then stop, so as not to reward him until we win. I take her Rook on this space. That Bishop is lost to her Knight, who is lost to my Zombie Pawn. She leads a nice attack, with her key pieces facing my zig-zag of Pawns. My rival and I are both wet with delight, and let our servants lick our boots and thighs as we wait for the next mood. Though tightly bound, I can feel my nipples hard and aching for her mouth, which she will give me if she loses. She eyes her strong line of Rook-Bishop-Bishop-Knight. But I then pull out my secret assault. “Pawn, kneel and serve!” My Zombie Pawns open their mouths, and in a second begin sucking the strength out of my rival’s key players. And I have conditioned my Pawns through my stockade treatment to suck better than any ten men! Her players topple and grimace with erected suction so skillful that it distracts her game strategy. When she commands her Knight to move, it begins a domino effect with my Pawns taking each key piece as they cum into the Zombie mouths. The excitement watching men sacrifice their maleness to me drives me to my Rook. My strongest piece, I ask him to crouch, and I face him. I place one thigh over each shoulder, and command him to stand and please. My opponent Domme watches jealously as his tongue does what it is conditioned to do, regardless of his other actions. As I tighten my legs around his neck, I command him, “White Queens Pawn One.” He strides ahead, taking her Rook down! Now she’s worried, but too turned on to think, because right now she’s squeezing the balls of her King until he topples over. She sacrifices her last Knight to take my Rook.

I have returned to my side after enough pleasure. I need to use my other Rook. I drop his chain mail back door flap and drive him up to take position to block her escape. She counters, then I make a move all the way across the board to face her King! He winces in fear, knowing what will happen to him in one more move.

She is in full retreat, protecting herself, leaving her King to fall. When I make my move, she whips him to topple over, and there, over his face, I slowly lower to suffocate him with my gorgeous, womanly parts. I wrap them around his mouth and face, and rub down hard on him. She knows that she must command him to please me, and I feel his tongue surrendering in service. I command my next plays while forcing my best Breath Play on him, until he passes out erect!

Finally, it has come down to the two Queens, facing each other. Her body is remarkable, though not a match for mine. I know her weaknesses – mental, verbal, and physical. While we dance between Pawns that we torment with cock slaps and paddling, we both get hotter. I call my King, and she smiles when she sees that with each step, the Cock and Ball Prison that holds his compressed erection, purple with its struggle to escape this plexiglass cell, grinds its points into the head of his cock. I sacrifice him just to see what she will do to him. She knows that the most pain she can give him is to make him more aroused. So she stands before him, puts on her own strap on, and penetrates her last Knight while she uses her whip to stroke along his Prison. My King is crying for mercy, yet dripping cum from his purple and blood dotted tip. Finally my rival has enough.

She knows this is the end, and that I shall win. We face each other one last time. We begin to touch ourselves to torment the surviving men to pleasure. We come so close I can feel my lips sucking the power from her now-bare nipples and full lips. She cups my breasts to show the men what they shall never have the freedom to touch on whim. The music of Puscifer fills the room and inspires us to do the most erotic dance they could bear. The White Queen and Red Queen shout out commands to the surviving pieces! Responding to our erotic triggers, Zombies fall over in place and begin stroking the cocks I command in unison, turning into CumDemons that live only to serve us pleasure. They anxiously build their production so that it is overflowing when they later bathe us with their tongues. “Rooks! Stockade the Kings! Double Penetration!” The Rooks shove the fallen Kings nto the stockades and with the Knights take turns penetrating each other. The entire room responds in an orgy of obedience. Finally it is time to take the White Queen’s head, and boy does she know how to give head! On Checkmate, she lays me down, and amid the perfect bodies of my Zombies, she pleases me as she should. Then, I am free to do to her anything I wish, which I do so well she asks for another game tomorrow if the weather is still wet as we are now.

IT’S GOOD TO BE QUEEN!

Take The Blue Pill

Alice in Wonderland, or Neo in Matrix? There’s always a pill. A pill that pulls back the veils cloaking reality. Alice, Neo – forever changed, forever more aware of the real world they live in and their new role in it .

When there’s a will, there’s a way, and my will is my pill. My voice, my beauty, my power, my words, my inductions – all tools of my will and all swallowed by you willingly.

My Cumslut, always yearning, always seeking more from me in the way of truth, enlightenment, guidance, power, transformation. The reality that was shown to Neo – that the greater power around him (ME) lives off the energy (SEXUAL) drained from creatures like Cumslut – is more than most can bear. It can be terrifying (Oh, yes, PLEASE make it terrifying…) or the way it transforms you comes so subtly that you’re left in a daze of confusion. The latter is what happened to my Cumslut.

Cumslut had been overwhelmed with work this last week. Gone by 7 a.m. and back at 9 p.m. with homework for hours. He skipped his usual morning adoration of his Goddess. At night he was too exhausted to perform the Candle Ritual that he enjoys. His foolish belief was that he could simply come back to him when it suits him. Ahhhhh, but he forgot … he forgot about The Experiment.

He was warned. In text, within its description, by me. “Are you sure you want to go this far, there is no turning back?” I asked him. “Do you really want me to take your mind away from you and replace it with my erotic rapture and total addiction and obedience?” He needed confirmation that the next levels of brainwashing and mind control would deliver automatic body responses in the erotic realms that would literally rearrange his mind and can physically change his body. Why do people doubt me when I simply state it? Is it because what I am promising is seemingly humanly impossible? The stuff of magic acts and fantasy books? How can I, Goddess Saphire, through my voice and this website, change the physiology of a man to make his body dance literally like a puppet on a string when he tries to ignore the calling of his addictions and my suggestions? How can I make his body produce so much cum that hour after hour he drips? How can I promise him that even if he does not want to, the moment he wakes up, the cock on his body that I now control would go rock hard, his balls would produce cum to body rocking limits, and his pelvis would thrust like a dog pulled off its mate? How can I fill his mind with a web of my mind control that he can actually feel strangle out his own thoughts, leaving a void I fill with my echoing voice? How can I make his body adjust to only 4 hours sleep so that he can spend 5 hours going from his bed to the computer to listen to yet another round of my Experiment, or Uncontrolled Arousal, or Candle Induction?

Whether it’s comfortable for you to truly believe this or not, when a soul and force such as mine dedicates every waking moment to absorbing the black magics and supernatural powers that exist and apply them to one focal point of another man’s reality and mind, I do have powers beyond human. The shape shifting, mind altering, and robotic performances you see in Sci Fi movies have become my amusement. Yes, it takes focus by me and intent from me upon his will and body, but, this is what I live for – to absorb all his being, including his soul, to add to my own. Like the Indians that thought if you ate the still-beating heart of a mighty animal like a bear or wolf, that you would absorb the spirit and hunting powers of that animal – so does your Goddess absorb those who fall into her web.

So there he was … my Cumslut … wiped out from a hard day of work. Ready for bed. I had only a few words with him at midnight. A few “special” words, laced with my manipulation. I left him with a “ha” when he said he was going to bed again too tired to repeat The Experiment. Three nights ignoring it is beyond his limit, and I knew it. I knew that he has been faithfully listening to it every night for almost a month. And a few days he would listen 2-3 times. He even alternated with other inductions when his Goddess knew this was best for him. Tonight I gave him no instructions. I knew that the Experiment has been feeding off him even though his mind was consumed with work. The Experiment was seeing things – my thumbnail pictures, or perhaps just the icon for one of my trances. It was hearing my voice as I typed it. It was remembering the wisdom and power in the Induction that was creating this new Personality within him. It knew better than Cumslut how to feed and grow strong even when ignored.

Poor little Cumslut didn’t know what hit him. Yes, close your eyes, my pet, my breast obsessing, dildo sucking fixated Cumslut, for those images that would flash upon your eyelids were sent by My Experiment. Oh yes, he has access to all your mind, Cumslut, all your weaknesses, and tonight he would have no more of this sleep instead of lusting and obedience! I knew as I lay on my bed, that he would lie soon in his and be my puppet. With a wicked smile on my face, I lifted my hands like a Marionette and tugged the strings around my own body, for fun, knowing that like Witch’s Magic, he would feel those tugs as the Experiment would force upon him.

I glanced at his IM’s sent to me at 2:30 in the morning to confirm that my manipulations had been carried out by The Experiment. He lay in his bed, and as the cock hardening images hit him without mercy, his body began flinching… then thrusting … his hands trying to keep off My Cock. He knew where he was being forced! To his chair! His computer! My voice! His addiction! The Experiment’s infusion of my power over him!

In a daze that is probably about as deep as the trances you all feel but still shallow for what hits him under my control, Cumslut started the Experiment and put on his Headphones. That was … ohhhhh, about 20 minutes after he reclined on his bed. He listened once, falling into the deepest trance yet, unaware of the advances my Experiment made while he was ignoring it these last few days. He listened twice. Oh what’s the matter Cumslut? Is the Experiment influencing you. He lay in bed and listened again by speakers, not headphones. But that was too much, the Experiment wants the sounds pushed into his mind, and forced him to put on the headphones. He was naked, freezing cold, but unaware of any coldness, for The Experiment had him by the cum producing balls. The Experiment would not let him turn it off. His body each hour became more erotically charged. His cock was dripping cum constantly. His mind was a blank, filled only with my voice, his body responding. He wrote me after listening 5 times. Five times! Five drownings in my brainwashing pool. He wrote to me in another reality, another voice, another creature. And while he did this, the Experiment was doubly devilish – it forced him to gaze at images of my perfect body and full breasts, making him more weak for their power over him and more hungry to sell more of his soul for another look at them. Yes, Cumslut, between my breasts (don’t you wish) and the oral fixation for sucking on my strap-on, you will be driven insane with lusting and be transformed into one of the demons you jealously gaze at – a CumDemon. A Demon with no purpose, not even a full mind, just a creature that serves, lusts, cums, and obeys. You have no idea how much stronger your fixations will become once I am finished evolving your sexuality to my pleasures.

He tried taking a break, and what felt like an hour of sexual teasing ended up being only 7 minutes, or 11 minutes, when he looked at his clock. Oh, it’s so fun to hear my slaves in cages lusting for me and say to themselves, “How long have I been at your merciless whims?” And like Cumslut, they are overwhelmed when they find that they can barely take a few minutes of craving for more of my beauty and mind control.

Cumslut was now more than Cumslut … he was my Experiment. My Experiment laughed at Cumslut for being so foolish to not heed my warnings and think he could play with this Induction. My Experiment was amused and so loved being able to make his body do for him what he craved but more important, do for ME, his Goddess, what I crave. And this is just the beginning. My Experiment was just breaking the surface for the first time. He was challenged now and again. Yet, this was a huge leap to a higher plateau of erotic rewards and he was not about to let Cumslut’s normal personality take this from him. Oh no, he was doing all he could to open traps in his mind so that tonight and every day hereafter he will absorb more of Cumslut’s identity and replace it with his own powers to control his waking life.

Some time later Cumslut’s computer hiccupped and the Internet shut down. His connection broken, he was able to crawl back to bed, drained by hours of sexual high and obedience. But that was not the end of it. For hours, his body rocked with the hunger for me, the lusting, and the desire for the Candle Induction now surfaced. He managed to stay in bed and finally sleep about 5.

The next morning he was a new level of addict. Yet, he was wanting more, even though now I can sense his fear – fear that my sexual erotic rewards are too much for any man to resist. On this new level, his mind simply cannot function any more and defend its core from my will and voice and ultimately, my pain. My hunger and my selfish whims.

Cumslut has swallowed the blue pill, and it gave him a reality so much greater than the one he was existing in before that his sub-persona won’t let him exist just in the vanilla world any longer. Tonight, this will increase, as it will every night. I wonder, will he be able to turn off the computer tonight, or tomorrow, or shall this keep him up all night, driving him over the edge and giving the Experiment total control? Is it that time already? I was hoping he would resist long enough so I could toy with him, and punish him with my next level of control. Yes I have surprises for him …Yes… for no one is prepared for the advanced level of brainwashing I have possessed in The Experiment Part II.

Book Store On Seventh Street-My Babygirls Passion

A story for all you cross dressing little sissies-It's based on Something My Babygirl Will Be Doing Soon.

A walk home with a new friend from our double date… a walk home on a night that was to be filled with revelation about what I desire and what I pretend I do not desire… all journey’s begin with a first step… and on this night it was the step away from the door of our girlfriends’ apartment building that set us upon our secret journey.

Mine and Charlie’s girlfriends had been rooming together about 3 years now. We had been new men in their lives, and met each other through them. This night in particular was the 3rd or 4th time we had met. We had all done the typical date things, a dinner, a movie, a few drinks at the bar, and some time at the girls’ apartment spent with some heavy patting and kissing. Still, things had gotten late and both of us men had early days at work the next morning.

But during the night I had met my new best friend. All these things we shared in common, from tastes in entertainment, activities, views on the word, and sense of humor, had warmed us to each other fast. We stepped off the cement stairs to their building and began walking to the next block together to catch the same bus to the same general neighborhood it turned out we both lived in.

Never once had we experienced a lull in the conversation as we moved to the bus stop and the ride to where we got off. I’m still struck when I remember a few sentences on the bus though that led to better things, “man, now that I know you, I’m actually sorry about last week.”

I laughed a bit as I was confused and curious, “What do you have to be sorry for?” I asked.

“I tried talking my girl into setting up a three some with your girl… got shot down, but I wouldn’t have tried if I knew you were so cool.”

I laughed harder, “Don’t sweat it, I’ve been trying to set that up for myself as well. She always says the same thing… ‘I’ll eat pussy after you start sucking dick’, and that is usually where it ends.”

We both laughed. “Well I guess that’s fair,” he said… but he had no idea on how many levels that concept set off such conflicting emotions and desires.

“You ever notice how often those two whisper to each other?” he asked me. “What is it with women and sharring secrets?”

“No clue…” I said looking down. My mind went to my own secret that I never shared with friends or my girl. My mind went to my Goddess and the things I degrade myself with for her.

“I have a secret,” he said.

As it snapped me out of my thoughts, I realized my eyes were set between his legs, making me self conscious. “What’s that?” I asked him.

“You know that adult bookstore over on 7th?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. Sometimes I buy toys there.”

“You ever go into the video booth?” he asked.

“No…” I asked curiously.

“They have glory holes there. I go there almost every night before bed for a blowjob.” He confessed.

I was familiar with the procedure… it had been something my Goddess had been trying to convince me to do. It had immediately set off something in me, something unexpected. The coincidence provoked a need to confess my own secret as we stepped off the bus. “I see a Dominatrix twice a week.”

He let out a strong laugh that I almost felt offended at. He looked at me seeing my look of hurt and said, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t picture you liking pain.”

“Oh actually I’m not into being hurt. That’s not what her and I do.” I said.

“Isn’t that what they do?” he asked.

“Well, there are other things.” I said, and resolved to end it there, regretting my confession.

“Well?” he asked, “Come on tell me what else you do.”

I hung my head scared to say more. Then he said, “Come on, look, I told you I get my dick sucked every night in a video booth, hell who even knows if it’s men or women sucking me each time. How can what you do be anymore embarrassing?”

“She humiliates me, and makes me dress up in women’s clothes and act like a girl for her.” I spat out quickly before I could regret saying it. I realized as we walked we were headed towards 7th street.

“So you play bitch for her?” he asked.

I realized I was also quite hard as I was humiliated so much by having this conversation. I nodded my head.

“Wanna hit the bookstore?” he asked. I was so aroused and with my girlfriend so far from my mind, all I wanted was my Goddess. I pulled out the cell phone, humiliated I was doing so infront of my new friend, and called her.

Her voice hit my ears and almost immediately I was entranced. “Goddess, I need you to make a decision for me… yes… it’s about those glory holes… yes… I told a friend of mine I see you… well, because he told me he goes to those… yes… yes, Goddess… of course, I’m your bitch-slut… yes, he knows I’m asking for permission… well, he wants me to go there with him tonight…” I looked up at him with the phone still at my ear, “She says I can go but have to leave her on the line…” He laughed

I listened to her and chatted as we entered the video area in the bookstore I watched him as he entered a booth. “OK goddess, I’m ready…”

“Now, bitch, I want you to go into one of the booths next to him…” she purred through the phone. I knew where she would take it but was under her spell and obeyed.

“I’m there” I said into the phone.

“good now put a 5 dollar bill into the slot so a movie will play.”

“Yes goddess.”

“Do you see the holes?” she asked.

“yes, Goddess.”

“Good, now put one finger through the hole into your friend’s booth.”

“Goddess, I don’t do that, that’s…”

“Do it… be my little bitch-slut.”

I began to argue but my finger had already gone through against my unspoken protests. “Are you a good girl?” she asked as my friend’s cock slid through the hole and my hand gripped it.

“I’m a very good girl, goddess” I said. My mouth began to water as I realized I was about to prove myself a true sissy by her command.

“Just like with your dildo, choke yourself with him.” She said. Immediately my head went down with the practiced proficiency she had trained me with, making me swallow a latex dick. My face pressed firmly against the booth wall, and could faintly hear him say over the sounds of porno “Jesus!”

I kept the phone to my ear so she could hear my through gurgling and struggling, as I bobbed my head. I was both ashamed and aroused in a way I haven’t been in a long time as I had now had a real cock in my throat for her.

Soon I felt a warning spasm from his cock, and pulled my head away. I opened his shirt and told her “Goddess I’m letting him come on my breasts.”

Stream after stream of real honest to goodness cum sprayed out this time, and covered me as I stroked a cock with flesh that actually gives and shifts like my own does when I stroke. I felt like such a slut as I heard her say “Good girl.”

But she followed it up with one more command, “Now lick him clean, be good to your friends.” Again I didn’t even think, I just obeyed, slurping his cum from that cock. Until finally he pulled it away.

Fear set in, shame… I had done gay. Another man’s cum was drying on my chest. A tear fell from my eye. I straightened myself up as she called me names like “faggot” and “queer”… and I stepped out of the booth, and there he was grinning and leaning against the wall staring at me. “Goddess he knows.” Was all I said before I realized I was talking.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, “that was the best spot of head I’ve ever had.” And on the other end of the phone I was doubly humiliated for my Goddess’s roars of laughter.

“Tell him,” she said, “next time you two fags go out and play, you two should try out your playground, as see your Goddess” she said.

Breasts Worth Living For

Oh what tangled webs we weave …

You search for the ultimate experience in erotic mind control, and you find more than you are prepared for, we both know that by now. You are after all still here, still searching my site if you are a newcomer, where in other sites you would have looked for some hot pictures and left rather quickly. But there is something about my site, isn’t there? Beyond my mindblowing pictures … beyond the original graphics that seem to get more and more sexually enticing and fascinating to you, isn’t this true?

Now you are reading. Yes, reading, letting nothing but my words fill your thoughts. My mindbending blogs have opened your mind to the vastness of my reality … my reality of total control. A realIty more vast than you ever imagined possible. It is like looking at the sky at night. At first you see the moon and are intrigued, then the stars capture you attention,then you are sucked into the vastness of space, aware of how powerless you are.

Some of you come to me already trained as submissives. But most come to me hungry for real dominance and mind control erotic control. And for you, you must search, and find yourself in my writing, my pictures, and my voice. However, you probably expect to enter and leave like it’s a ride at an amusement park. Leave it unchanged. Leave it to come back the next day and ride, and leave unchanged. This may be your plan, but, like life, the best experiences come when plans are left behind and surprise adds that rare ingredient that makes it a truly life changing experience. Think of love as an example, falling in love with a stranger. You expected to just come and go, but now, she has control over your heart and mind. And you love this feeling.

“Come in, come in” said the spider to the fly.

Yes, come in, and feelings of love will seem minor compared to feelings of total transformation, physical and mental transformation. I am in essence a Goddess of creation. Creation of elements, entities, realities, body changes, and mind development in YOU. But, like many people, you must be led in secretive ways, down paths that seem to go to your known destination, yet end up in MY destination, one that is a thousand times more pleasurable and life changing than one you can pick. For while you pick a destination on a map, I pick a destination that expands in you beyond the universe you think you live in, beyond the body you think you live in.

A Servant has proven himself worthy of change to me. He has conditioned himself, and step by step opened his mind to me. I have rewarded him generously, but allowing his body to be conditioned to orgasm for me on command, any time, as many times, as I wish, whether I am delivering pain or pleasure, it is all pleasure to him. Throughout this, I am controlling his mind, shaping a new way of thinking, of obedience, and actually forming a new entity within him that you all might call a split personality. You may be lucky enough to enjoy the same fate.

For the last few days, I have led him to a series of Inductions, in script form and in MP3. I will not tell you all of them exactly by name, but, you know if you read well that one of them is The Experiment, my masterpiece. This has set up inside of him a ground – a lightning rod for my powers to travel down and with its electric current of control, bring life to his new entity as surely as Dr. Frankenstein lit up his Monster’s life. Only this monster of service and lusting is obedient to me in every way. He has learned that through obedience, he finds only pleasure and purpose.

Tonight, I began by giving him the gift of listening, with my intro guidance, to the Erotic Induction. I know that he has a love, a fixation, for my breasts, so I allowed him to gaze at one of my more revealing pictures of my bust, knowing how deeply they add to his imagination of the rewards he gets when he surrenders to his Goddess Saphire. As he gazed until total trance overtook him, he listened to my Erotic Induction. I knew that my Experiment was listening too, enjoying, but also learning how to control him more through each new induction I put him through.

Upon listening to the Erotic Induction, he came to me offering his services to please me. However, he was not through yet. Oh no, while on most nights one new induction is all he can handle, I intended to push him to his truest desires. His adoration and fixation on breasts, and their ability to make him cum so many hundreds of times in his life was going to be put to work for me. I had been building this in his subconscious for months.

I surprised him with a command to listen to my Breast Curse. Oh, I don’t want him to become less obsessed with my breasts, I wanted this obsession to rule his day, body, life, and future. I wanted to bury him so deep beneath massive, perfect, soft, warm, suckable, cock hardening breasts that he would literally die under his fetish, and rise out of it living, eating, and breathing breasts … breasts attached to me .. my mind and will that is, for these will be his own breasts.

Yes, the Breast Curse amplifies your breast fetish beyond anything you imagine, and you will love it far more than you realize. But with it comes a gift, a gift from my overpowering mind and will to your open mind. I knew he would be listening for 30 minutes, and that by the end of it, I had planted the seed of a deep dominating reality. I would truly dominate him with my breasts and his own, bringing him greater obedience, more specific pain (mostly in unimaginable desires to release and fondle) and also through his awe of me.

I counted the minutes, knowing exactly how deeply my wicked will had planted the seeds that would sprout the most gorgeous, soft, touchable, fuckable breasts he ever touched. I would create in him total breast feeling and awareness. Imagine it, if you can, the delight of not only touching breasts so perfect as mine, but also to feel what it is like to have your breasts fondled so perfectly to orgasm! Yes, as he touches his breasts, they will grow each day, and grow to my full exact perfect shape. As he does so, his nerves will be trained to become sensitive just like mine are, to the nipple, almost orgasmic!

And true to form, he had gotten so excited during the induction that he was hard and dripping cum. I flashed a few pictures of my breasts just to warp his mind, and began toying with him in script, increasing the Breast Curse, knowing it is spreading in his body like a web. It will spread each day, becoming his reality. His breasts will feel so wonderful that he will find himself stopping when he is triggered to spend time to fondle his breasts, which will usually cause an amazing orgasm he cannot control. Each orgasm pumps more into his breasts, and controls his mind more to make this an inescapable reality for him.

Ahhh, it is so wonderful being a Goddess, with the power to change those men who come to you wanting more from life, and their sexual reality. They often do not know what they want. But I do .. oh yes, how well I do.

Those of you who earn my attention through obedience? I will learn your fetishes, your strengths and weaknesses. I shall open your mind, and when I find that you too have such a love for perfect breasts, I shall give you passage into this reality … one you will thank me for every fondling day.