Escape To Pleasure

“You’re in pain because you haven’t had a two hour hard-on in twenty years. Get used to it, because I’m going to trigger then three times a day until you’re back in college form. This is what you begged for without opening your mouth, and now you’re mine. Say it. Beg until I know you’ve opened your innermost core to my control.”

He kneels before me, his face inches from those parts of me he has obsessed to touch, and I can see in his face the awe building as I am the first women to truly understand him. Not that he is complex. While he spoke, volumes of truth he was still too afraid to admit to himself reached my dominant soul. Like so many married men, it takes a master such as myself to artfully dredge the depths of the emotional crap and ego assaults he has had to endure to live up to the ideals of a perfect husband. His fantasies are unique, yet common, as he is unique, yet commonly just a man, after all. A man who once had dreams, who once had freedom, who once had a cock so hard that girls would ache from it and for it again.

A mere woman who weds him cannot and should not belittle her own need. But the manners in which she dominates him can also cripple him from being the man she wants him to be. The man he longs to be, and might remember. Or maybe just the man that he slaved away for 20 years to be – one who make more than enough for his family, so that all extra can be lavished to serve his needs to be a sexual animal again. Only in my realm, the sexual animal that I release in him is controlled by my superior mind control powers. I chuckle to myself when a new married man comes under my crosshairs, and I see him spilling his guts about his past, his future desires, and his fantasies. He has no idea that some one else, some woman, can command his body and mind to better end results and periods of total sexual euphoria than he can because he’s never truly surrendered to one as powerful and skilled as this Goddess before him. Keeping him hard, training him to embrace his sexual fantasies at ten times the level he understands as his limits is easy for me. The meandering path he walks to the point of initial submission is far longer than it has to be in some cases, but I know where it will end. It will end before me, with me gazing down at him, like I was gazing down at Mr. Happily Married Country Club Man that I addressed in the opening paragraph.

“Oh I can feel it now… our erotic needs building. Your body reacts to my words, reacts to the body you see on your screen and the voice you hear. I’ve got control now. I’m not letting go until you are tormented with your own building sexual energy. Your cock needs my control, you can feel it thickening as you read my books. It’s too late to turn back, you know I have seen inside you, and can deliver what you need. Mmmm, I can feel it tingling my nipples, and traveling down to my thighs, my lips. This is what makes me wet, this is what makes my sexual powers grow – your lust for me. Give it to me, make me feel it, and don’t turn back.”

They say all the great men are married, and I agree. They were superior catches “when” they were married. But a lifetime of sucking out of him what he likes about himself changes him, makes him afraid of what he could be if he was freed. But he cannot get there by himself, and he and I know that, it is his “safety.” It is the safe way to contemplate what he should be doing and acting out at the very moment he meets me, or reads this. It is save because I am not yet in his mind, recreating his world so that he is freed within my arena of superior control and power over his body.

The men who accept that I can return to them the sexual energy, the mental freedom, the emotional euphoria that they vaguely remember from college days never leave me. They never regret a moment with me. They never look back with seething anger at me. They never imagine being unimpressed with my beauty, or nearly fucked to death by my mind, will, body, and toys. I drag them like begging sexual animals overwhelmed by their own desires to a world in which they have no limits in what they experience.

If you could only imagine the pleasure you have ahead of you. Hmmm, perhaps a glimpse from my eyes will help.

My eyes see more than any woman you’ve met. So when I pass my eyes over you, I see not the button down workaholic. My senses pick up your sexual history like a Geiger Counter, ticking away as I see right through you. I see your exploits, I see your cock getting hard in your pants as I allow my sexual energy to wrap around you when I gaze into your eyes. I’m already working within your mind, you just don’t know it. My subtle gestures, my words, the flick of my lips, my hand with red fingernails resting along a slim leg that becomes easy for you to imagine wrapped around your neck and back – I know what it’s doing to you. It’s make your pre-cum drip from that hard cock of yours. I watch your eyes glaze slightly, knowing that if I speak up just a bit, your subconscious mind hears amid the din of the room that I’m answering your fantasies. Few women could care less about pushing you beyond the limits you have accepted and breaking them until you experience the mind-blowing orgasms and rock hard manhood you always should have. But for me, it’s part of my total control over you, over owning you.

You have perverse desires. Extreme needs. You think no one can open up your world to live up to your fetish imagination. Hah, that makes me laugh, but also warm and erotically charged. I’ve had men like you in my hands, under my control, on the verge of tears after experiencing my level of sexual foreplay – which includes training you to live up to MY sexual needs and desires. Those worries of not being able to perform, of not being able to pleasure a woman for hour after hour fade away.

“Mmmm, if you could only be ME right now … looking down on my breasts spilling out of my bra. Spilling out because knowing what I’m doing to your mind and body as you read makes me twist around in my chair in anticipation. Yes, I can see you already, bound in leather, or tied to a bed with every cell in your body and every thought in your mind focused on pleasing me, and releasing. It is so wonderful to feel my blood coursing through my body, making it flush, making it slick with sexual tension. I will surely have to do something about this soon. Luckily I have a sexual slave nearby, eager to service me orally and in any painful way after that I dream up. “

The mind controls the body. My mind controls more of your body than you can because your mind is scattered in focus. My focus on your sexual energy, and giving it to me in return for living in a realm of pleasure does not fit in your conscious mind. I control you through your subconscious mind. Hmmm, how shall I explain how I do this? Example?

Mr. Good Husband … yes he had his wild days, in the Frat, on vacations in Vegas, in Florida. But with sex regulated to one night a week if all goes well, and it’s unfulfilling, sex is the last thing on his mind. Until I got into it. His mind that is. It began with some on-line exploration, me of his life, him of my powers. He knew that my body could make him cum, but, he needs more than wallpaper porn to evolve him into the man he was and wants. I worked in unnoticed ways, him thinking he’s playing along, unsure of the outcome. Then I revealed my progress in control.

“Sit at your desk and when you receive my trigger, your body will begin producing cum as if you’re about to orgasm. And as it does so, your awareness will turn to me, in your subconscious every command I gave you under erotic hypnosis will be executed by your body. This will deepen my control, until your body is overwhelmed with your sex drive. Your cock will throb as it drips pre-cum down your leg. You will remember my commanding you in trance, but that will be overwhelmed with how I am transforming your body. You will become a sex toy to me, one that I can start up, and you perform like an Olympic level sex machine, living out every one of your hidden desires.”

That would be the message. But the dialog he hears is more clipped. “Spurt.” “Harden.” “Throb.” “Nipples.” “Lips.” “Asshole.” “Dildo.” “Leather.” “Smell.” Images that make him drip cum, that make his body feel as if it’s being invaded with an alien sexual energy flash across his eyelids when he closes them. He’ll see what I programmed him to see after I leaned his weaknesses and desires. I planted in Good Husband’s mind over a hundred images and sensations of lips sucking his cock. So many that individual images overlap to create stop action motion pictures in his mind so overwhelming that his ass starts to thrust at the desk in front of him like he’s fucking it. He lost control of his body some days, his thighs aching from the tension of pushing out so much pre-cum. When I finally let him listen to my mp3 in the executive men’s room, or on the drive home, he cums so hard it shoots over his shoulder. Each day I build up his ability to make cum until it’s overwhelming, and that is how I want it, overwhelming to the point that it changes his body back into the sex machine it was. And only I can do that.

“I’m sitting before you, in my lace black corset and thigh-highs. Heat radiates from my torso. You cannot stop watching my inner thighs, though you know that one look to my tits, heaving up as I take breaths, would make you explode. Yet you are commanded to look and desire, desire my flesh, my hot lips in front of your face. As I consume your conscious mind with what it sees, I control you subconscious mind and therefore every inch of your body. Especially your tongue and cock. “

A Goddess of Sexual Control opens her legs for you? You damn well know you’re going to give the best oral sex of your life. A pussy more gorgeous, more perfect, more delicious than anything you remember is inches from your hungry tongue. All those years of learning the best techniques, finally I will gather them. I will make you my oral sex slave. Your tongue will be worked out like you would work your biceps in college. Your tongue will lick within my honey walls of control until your mind is nearly dissolved with passion, lust, and my hypnotically controlling words. And while you serve me on your knees, your cock throbs, dripping, waiting to be satisfied.

I live for this control, for seeing your body before me, for dragging out of you the energy and craving for a perfect female form. I am that form. And unlike other women, I have the power to transform you. You must let me in. Your cock is throbbing now. If I were in your mind, as I will be soon, it would be teased and pleased and controlled daily until it is once again your ultimate source of pride – pride under my control. The resentment you feel for being so socially confined, for not being rewarded for your sacrifices, for not being recognized as a man guilt to please a woman – all this evaporates from your stressful life. You have something to live for again – pleasing me. For in pleasing me, I deliver you to who you once were. Only now, you exist for my pleasure, for my improvement. For my rewards.

The ultimate present, the ultimate sexual high, is yours, though it is modified to fit my lifestyle and dominance.

“You tilt your head back, I grab your chin and brow, and penetrate your mouth with the most erotic, mind controlling kiss of your life – a kiss of death to your old self.”

You have no idea how well you can please me when I have bent you over my pleasure benches, or when I have spread eagle your body before my whips, or my kneeling female sex slaves, there only to service those men who please me most. For it is their purpose to please me too, in any way I command. Your fantasies, however uncommon, will be unbound. I will release them from the chains of your daily life. They will come alive in front of me, or in front of your computer screen. Imagine my taking your mind, and placing in your hands feet that you worship until you orgasm without touching. This is my realm of pleasure. Example again.

Orgasms during sleep were a memory to one betrothed man. I knew he still had it in him. Sit in front of the computer and go through my exercises, through my training like he did. And then live his pleasure – night after night of erotic half-dreams, feelings of lips sucking his pulsing cock until it covered him in wet obedience. He begged for this, and I hit him with it so hard that he almost begged to make me stop. His wife, preferring to sleep in her own bed, slept through his hours of release so drawn out it was agony. His body would twist under the sheets as he felt hands and lips around him. A form of me, an extension of my power, was trained to visit him nightly, sucking hin dry, sucking him into submission.

“You have no idea how it feels to have so much sexual power in one body that it literally shapes you into the form I am in now. My very mental power designed this body as I grew up until it was pure sex, pure beauty, pure satisfaction. The skin is so soft, and it tastes so good. My lips so full, so powerful when they wrap around anything, whether it is your brain or your balls. And between my legs, I have the power to make you explode and hold you until you repeat again and again, as your mind is trained to do. You’re so ready to give it to me. But the mind must submit before the body has its turn. And of course, there might be the enslavement, pain, or denial , or perhaps a total body transformation that you need to be complete. I deliver that with my silver tongue and genius, wicked, sexual mind.”

And these examples are mild compared to what happens when you have pleased me so much that I invite you to visit and serve your Goddess in the flesh. To be in my presence to live out your inner sexual needs will be the high point of your life, the reason for 20 years of thankless work to make enough money and time for a woman like me. It is your re-birth into sexuality. Into happiness.

I will present a few choice stories of how perfectly I complete the lives of a man who is married yet needing my control. Look for them. Better yet, do what you came her to do. Live them. Begin now. Let my mind and soul take your body beyond where you imagine, into the world of pleasure only I can bring you.

“Enlightening you burns me with a need to release my powers on some lucky Servant. Hmm, now, who is most pleasing to me lately? Who has shown the most need for my control? Who has treated me to obedience and care? Ah, yes, you there, you with the hard cock and aching balls. You with the fetish only I can please. Open your mind. For you are about to get the mind-fucking of a lifetime. And this is just the beginning to real time pleasure at my feet, in my dungeon, in my realm of erotic control over you.”

"Nothing Compares To Me"

Oh how easily the desperate, novice, and unqualified pretenders expose their farce, their limitations. It would be laughable if it were not so sad. Being the woman that I am -- a woman of power that dedicated so much to raising the quality in all women -- it saddens me when women motivated by desperation and possibly misguided by a feeble mind stoop to stealing clients for nothing more than money reasons. To make things their absolute worst -- at times the woman is even faking her pictures. I would hope that women could easily drift up to their highest potential and make something they can call their own. But obviously not. The highest some women can rise, it appears is no higher than that of a small time thief or habitual faker. There is one in particular that believes clients do not deserve truth as to who they are and what they deliver. I have worked too hard to not be offended, and I am sure that the women I consider true professional mind controllers and dommes would love to know the identity of someone who steals clients with total disrespect.

Usually women or men using such devices self destruct. It is true, after all, the old Japanese saying, "it is the clever man's fate to outsmart himself."

So what does a Goddess reigning so well over so many do? A catfight is beneath me. Yet, offenders must be made aware that other women and many clients can be ruthless and threatening when they find a guilty party. Yes, they are quick to use their sleuthing ways to find real pictures of the faker ... and get testimony spread on the web of lies and cheating.

For me, I usually cannot control the rage of my faithful servants. They have grown so much under my guidance, and treasure their experiences with me as they do their own birth, their first loss of virginity, their first total submission. To have a faker try to poach them as if they are mindless chunks of meat flat out pisses them off, not to mention they cannot stop their natural tendancy to protect the women they adore. I have seen them get downright ugly in their relentless pursuit. I do not need to be territorial when my own slaves are like guard dogs.

Still, word does seem to spread ... servers, providers, and blog sites can spread news quite fast in the fetish world. I have seen the victims fall before.

All anyone has to do to know the real from the fake is ask the servants themselves to describe their transformations, and the depth of genius when it comes to mind control. So many can predict what they get from fakers. But when your mind is blown away and replaced by total submission and a fetish for my pain and transformation, that is when the most real erotic hypnotists are proven.

When the guilty fake domme/hypnotist first tried poaching my faithful, they blew her off as a joke. But then her persistence was annoying, and they started to share notes and keep tabs. I am not the only one who is offended, she does this to all and any among us. I would not like to be in her shoes when the groups of women find out about her ways. And this is a small world on the net. There is no hiding place.

My advice when I am confronted about this sort of joke among the true achievers as superior women is to raise awareness ... but let others who enjoy dirty work, really dirty social political work, to have their fun with her.

Woman to woman, I will say, that to use another persons pictures to snake clients is pitiable. A farce only lasts so long. You have played this one too long in the wrong arena. We don't accept fakes among the elite. If you wish to slum, that is fine, there are plenty of webcam fakes ... which of course brings to mind a challenge. How would it feel to get 100 demands a day for you to appear on cam? And when you do not appear, in your place, your real pictures appear, in all your plainness? Fakes thrive as street merchants, perhaps you belong there with the discarded.

Amusing, it is, but also annoying. Dominance and mind control is both a gift and an earned pursuit.

Deserving It "ALL"

Who deserves what goes both ways. As you Goddess, I of course deserve it “all” … meaning, “all I desire.” Each of you serves me in unique ways; however, you all share the fundamental areas of servitude. Only by doing so will you get any attention. Those of you who are wise enough to recognize the rare level of control and guidance I offer sacrifice all they can imagine to please me. And it does have its rewards.

In fact, I have a new top choice “Admirer”. I’m always thinking of ways to penetrate his mind and reward his body, while training him to deeper admiration and experiences. He has many attributes this Goddess enjoys: honest admiration and expression, intelligence, flexible self definition, character enough to accept he is yearning before me, and generosity. He is smart enough to know that if I am preoccupied with others, or tending to the dozen e mails I get daily asking me to be Goddess to strangers, I have less available time to those who truly deserve my attention and powers. Money does not simply buy objects or services, it buys freedom in the form of time. So to free my time for him, he made a generous tribute of $1,000 to me. While I of course deserve this, I was delighted, for when a mere male has the brains to figure this out, and also has his attributes, it gives me patience and inspires my creativity to reach him. You all benefit from his gesture, but are hidden in his shadow. I then spend more time with him, and am designing special conditioning for him to amplify his rewards in admiring me. I actually enjoy modifying his behavior and growing his understanding of all I can do for him because I am free to focus on him. You all have no idea how many men and women appeal for my attention – smart ones understanding they must present something of value to me.

You do not all have to give that much money. Some of you cannot, and make up for it in other ways, serving my other needs. I see potential in many of you to grow in your career with my guidance. I also train you to push more in your life, so that you can serve me better. Eventually the rewards can come from you, but you must recognize your position in the ladder of time-available for you. Those who pester me for attention then trickle in nearly nothing, well, that is just not good business sense to waste time on them. Others who are inconsistent require so much backstepping that it likewise is a waste of my time.

I spend hour after hour inside to apply my goddess skills upon you men (mostly men.) Other women of my beauty are strolling along, with no control or goals for their lives, shopping, eating, being lazy. I was born for this role, and I step up to the sacrifices to become superior to other lazy women, and to you admirers and servants. I am not a poser, and you should be neither. A poser servant is one who blurts out what he thinks I want to hear, and does not back it up. He is like the wimp wearing the leather jacket on a warm Sunday, being someone he is not. I see through this too easily.

Words come easy, actions prove the metal of the man. I judge you not in how you start things, but in how you finish them. I can tell when you sacrifice to learn my ways and gain favor, and pay attention to that. I’m not looking for applicants, I’m looking for survivors , those who have what it takes to survive through the stages to total admiration, worship, servitude, and/or rewards. And the rewards are unimaginable. I will train your body and mind to achieve limits that others humans cannot. Who else can do this for you? No one. Only Goddess Saphire.

My #1 Admirer will evolve so greatly in forms of pleasure and service that we both will know this was the best $1,000 he ever spent. And this is just the beginning for him. Those of you who cannot afford this, you must present what you do offer me. I feed off your sexual energy, and gain more power from the universe as you devote yourself to pleasing me. Be honest, be yourself, and I will know if you deserve more of my attention. Be creative in how you might serve me or admire me.

First, you must increase you obedience on a noticeable arch. That is most important. Then, you must give enough that you sacrifice, for that is actually one element in evolving and controlling you to erotic fulfillment (if you have not figured that out already, Einstein.) Are you an artist? Do you know one? Can you illustrate my powers? Are you connected to some industry that could serve me? Are you stunningly handsome so that I can enjoy enslaving your cock and your body and mind and show you how superior women are to men? Are you a genius with words or computer programming? Do you have disposable income? Do you have frequent flyer miles for my next vacation, or hotel credits?

I WANT IT ALL. Give it all, and you shall be the overjoyed one.

Honor Thy Goddess

Uncontrolling Drool, Unable to even stop it. subconsciously tied to his chair.




Scientists studying fish finally proved that in a school of thousands, it is always the same fish who lead, while the multitudes followed. It doesn’t have to do with an ability to lead in a direction, it simply has to do with natural desire. It is far more common for genes to shape a mind and soul to follow. To command the direction of others takes special talents, naturally given on a genetic level. The fish who follow have an over-developed talent to respond instantly to the gestures and sonic signs given off by the fish born to lead. With man evolving from the oceans, it is easy to see why it is impossible for us to outgrow millions of years of evolution. When the last fish were forced into leading, they lost motivation to live, forgot to eat, and stopped reproducing. In essence, they were removing themselves from the gene pool. As they should be.

And from this I understand why it is so easy for me to command my servants. The very thought waves I have project what you might call confidence or natural dominance, when in fact it surely emanates from deeper inside my being, and is received deeper in yours. Add to that the fact that I have focused all my power as a special human being toward dominating the world of men who are lucky enough to be around me. Voila, you have my school of fishies, though I happen to prefer calling them Servants or in some cases Piggies, happy to thoughtlessly follow me. I understand this, and am amused when I watch Servants get lost in the flow, knowing they can’t exist without me.

But when a Servant betrays me or denies me what is promised or expected, that is another matter. Bitchboy suffered for this, as you are now about to find out. Bitchboy had progressed smoothly, though he should have been more appreciative of his Goddess’ dedication, since he was truly pathetic without me before we met. It was his greatest blessing to see in me his only path to fulfillment. He earned his way into being my house bitchboy, serving me, tending to my needs, being my whipping boy when I so desire. And in return, I evolved him, I showed him the horrors of his life in my views, and it devastated him to the point where he finally allowed himself to be who he really was deep inside. And for the first time, he found peace, fulfillment, and a reason to live and be who he was. I answered his question (as I do in so many) of “Why have I suffered all these events in my life.” It was to prepare him for me, and so that he would appreciate the amazing world I offered.

You would think that he would be forever grateful. And he was, for some time. Then one day, he disappeared without finishing his duties. His list was days long, and he vanished. I know wandering hits people, even a bitchboy as promising as he was … for I had taken him quite a way in training. In fact, one of my deepest conditionings is triggered with a snap of the finger. His desire to please me is so great, that he is reduced to near animal existence – but this brings amazing pleasure that if you have not felt it, you could not understand why it is so intoxicating. The Experiment needed to be induced into him to fully transform him, and The Experiment developed well. Well enough so that I have him performing any deed I wish on camera. With two snaps of my finger, I reduce him to pure animal lusting, drool streaming from his mouth. So how could he possibly think he could find any reason for living without me? I had to let life take its toll on him in the meantime. And it did.

Shortly after disappearing, his body became bound by its desire to be with me, it became uncoordinated. A sudden ill placed and timed effort was all it took, and he tore his Achilles Tendon, badly enough to end up in the hospital. While this was not directly my doing, the subconscious mind finds many ways to force the body to do what it is programmed to do. He was so deeply under in pain killers that his subconscious was craving me but his body was unable to move. That is when I found him. I called his hospital room, and upon answering, I snapped my finger once. His mind woke up. I snapped again, and the drooling began. I enforced it deeper and deeper with every second of my voice, and slowly, his entire body came alive. He is still hobbled, but as he shook off his drugs, he became aware of how much his body and soul needs me to thrive. This is the control level a true goddess exists to exploit and direct.

After some time, his mind, body, and soul found its way back again, but not without some penance and torment. Now he lives in fear of revealing to the world his true reason for living, and his many ways of serving me. I have captured it on video. And this is enough to fill him with obedience and block any idea of being free of me. An Uncontrolling Drooling. In his mind. His hands are tied and useless. I do not do this for my own pleasure, though I love seeing him and any man tremble, especially when they disobey me. I do this for his own good, to cut off any distracting thought of seeking answers where they do not exist.

I am the center of his reason for being, his center of awareness, knowledge, lust, pleasure, evolution, and health. There is no other source.

A true Goddess knows when to punish, and knows when life and the cosmos will do her punishing for her, with torn Achilles Tendons if needed. Or just ask my Cumslut, who distanced himself from me, only to find his need so great, his addiction to pleasure so advanced, that his back seized up every night in yearning. He did not link the two, but the symptoms disappeared the day he began showing his devotion to serving me. The Experiment in him had a lot to do with this, for it never sleeps, and was growing even as he slept and denied his needs for me. When I triggered the Experiment, it rose up so strong in him that it stunned him. And I have just begun my second level of empowering the Experiment. My recordings do some of this for me, but the rest comes directly from me. If anyone wants to hear just how amazingly fulfilling and erotic the Experiment makes your life of servitude to your Goddess, just ask him.

My Bitchboy will earn his way back into full favor and then I will continue my transforming of him into what he desires. Take heed wishful servants – there is no escape once your soul tastes my control. You punish yourself when you try to cut off you source of guidance and pleasure on my level. And whether you are led back by injury, the cosmos, lust or weakness, you will come back, and beg to be allowed to suffer to my inner circle again.

Foot Fetishists Beware

Your Goddess is far too aware of how your mind works, how it craves and evolves, for you to hold back within your safe sexual boundaries. Mere foot “models” deliver less satisfaction than a mannequin – you seek The One, the Only Goddess, that understands your haunting, your hunger, your needs to nurture what is more than a lust in you. It is your very identity, more real than a title on a kinky desire. Your desires can only be fulfilled by Goddess Saphire, the One who will daily make your ability to enjoy your fetish grow with your deepening surrender to me and my stunning, sexually charged perfect feet. Yes … that’s it … give in and watch my brief tease of foot worship, for it lets you accept that what you really want is more of my feet and mind control. Yes, my Little Foot Piggies, my feet make you weak, make you pour out all your sexual energy so that I become even more of a Goddess Over Your Fetish. It is your mind that must be expanded and controlled, and led beyond the safe limits you set upon it while embracing your need to worship my toes, my arches, my soft skin and delicate bone structure. While you watch me slowly spread lotion on them, making you engorged with pleasure, my words penetrate those walls you set up, my visuals plant the deep subconscious surrender that allows your fetish to grow beyond what you could possibly imagine. My mind is so much more powerful and in control of this fetish than any woman you’ve met, far more than you could bear – this is what you have been seeking.

My lucky Foot Worshippers attest after paying for one of my personally-tailored hypnotic sexual videos that I blow their mind more powerfully than they have ever blown their load. After one session worshipping and letting me penetrate your walls keeping you from total unbounded pleasure, the journey will begin. I know its destination, my only question is, do you have the sexual energy and money to go to your ultimate goal? One Servant, a happy slave to my feet, experienced this, and knows his greatest investment in his life is surrendering his greatest pleasure to me to evolve into something that only the gods could give man. Panting and throbbing while you lick and sniff and adore my feet is only the icing on the cake … for the true dessert is what I create inside of you, which is a doorway to a whole new universe of sexual embracement of your cravings. I plant a garden of intoxicating toes, perfectly painted to your erotic delight, deep in your mind and soul, and watching it grow beyond your control feeds me natural talent to seduce you into total submission and servitude. You will drop to your knees in front of my video, unable to stop your mouth and hands from servicing my perfect pedestals. Oh yes, that is just where it begins, you mind will literally shut down if you can suffer through the pleasure of three or four of my specialized sessions. My faithful Servants understand – THEY PAY TO PLEASE, pay gladly, grandly, to the point of aching for another foot worship to Goddess. Charity (free teases) does not exist in my realm of rewarding control. The more you pay, the deeper I take you, the more amazing the experience. Like all my Fetish Specialties and Powers over you, the only words that will escape your lips after I exhaust you to your delight will be “Anything for You.” And I will indeed test your limits, for I know that I my talents are unique, beyond any woman you have ever met, and I will be rewarded to the limits that please me.