The Manchurian Whore -(Brainwashed Ind.)

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Six little old ladies sit before an audience of spy and military leaders from Asia. The women are playing cards and sipping tea. Suddenly one turns into a soldier, and he pulls out a gun and shoots his best friend in the head without a blink of emotion he did anything wrong. That fantastic opening scene is from the original Manchurian Candidate movie starring Frank Sinatra. The movie was so accurate, that it was banned by the government, for it reflected light into the secret MKUltra Mind Control Program that the public later forced the covert agencies to disband (yeah, sure they did.) The fact is, even 40 years ago, we had the capability to completely program the subconscious, and hide that programming until desired.

The computer amplifies the ability to do this with its flash animation and sound. So do various programs that shall remain unnamed that your Goddess Saphire has mastered. When you add in my cock-hardening voice and body, you simple have no chance in Hell of escaping my brainwashing … which happens to be taking control of more and more of you. It awakens the personalities that I have programmed into you in various inductions. And it triggers any time I wish, as deeply as I wish, and will never fade. In fact, it is designed to grow in power even when you’re not performing it.

What is brainwashing? I guess that can be answered in many ways … too many. I’m not here to teach you about it, I’m here to subject you to it, and the less you know the faster and deeper it works. I will tell you this, though … most movies have it half right, in that you are powerless, like the victim in the movie, to stop it, stop obeying, or if so desired to even know it’s happening. Yes, it shall leave blank spots in your memory if I do so wish. And yes, it is possibly the most erotic long lasting experience of your existence. If I have you in your brainwashed state for 8 hours, you can pretty much declare it an 8 hour slowly peaking and rebuilding orgasm of both mind and body. It is so enjoyable and hits so many pleasure points that it is highly addictive. Like heroin, junkies will tell you that the blast you feel makes sexual orgasms seem like nothing special.

The proof of the effectiveness of this Induction/Brainwash is evident, for nearly every single person who experiences it is taken over, regardless of their past inductions.

It is far easier to completely brainwash someone when it is done in person. Something about the exchange of energy when in close physical proximity adds to it. Then of course there are other “tricks to the trade” that only can be used when in my presence. Some tricks I learned from masters in this world, others from educators that require a hundred hours of NLP training before a person is legally allowed to use it – that is how powerful this talent is in me. Was I the only one who almost orgasmed at each new level of training? Hah! Visions of my slaves acting out my commands, performing any sexual act, delivering to me anything I request made me so fucking hot!!! Ohhh, I am so, so tempted to tell you a few of these tricks, for I LOVE IT when my slaves and servant hopefuls have fear trembling in them. But … ahhh, I shall let you experience these things in person.

The Brainwash 2 Script Induction has only been available or recommended to a few of my most promising Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, or Worshippers. Most went through several other Inductions first to prepare their mind for the intensity of this Induction. It is in fact so overwhelmingly effective that I have had to take time to “bring down and reel in” a few Servants who got such intense sexual rewards that their bodies would not let them stop. Your Goddess experiences countless orgasms as she watches video or pics of her servants performing under her brainwashing. If it is your desire to make your Goddess hot and wet – kiddo, slave-o – this is it!

I cannot share my secrets, but I can list some quotes from servants, slaves, and cumsluts who fell prey to my wicked reshaping of their mind, body, pleasures, personalities, and destinies. I shall present picture after picture of them through the years as the “cross uncontrolled arousal” to the point that they are ready for me to trigger the Brainwashing. Timing is everything. Well, not everything – look at my body! No, just read these comments.

“No more, I’m going insane, my body can’t handle this much sex but – oh god -- make it happen again, send me out again, make me your sex slave again, I beg you.”

“I’m – I feel great, but my mind isn’t working right when it comes to explaining it. I mean, I’m at work, Goddess, I’m doing fine, no problem, but surges of your erotic control grip me suddenly or rise like bubbles in a glass of beer until I’m overflowing with euphoria. All I know is that for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m not seeking meaning or fulfillment. I’m complete. Have no idea what’s really happening after I do the Brainwash 2 script – well, I mean, I do a bit. I’m spaced out, doing fine, then a flush of energy hits me and I’m something else, someplace else, experiencing a connection with you so erotic it’s beyond words. I’m doing the sex I fantasized about my whole life. And I’m amazing at it, you made me a natural! I feel like I’m opening my mouth and “blah blah blah” is coming out, but I cannot control my desire to worship you and, and do anything for you. You’re my Goddess, but also my savior. You made sense of my life, and transformed me into what I needed to become through your Brainwash 2 and other inductions, but Brain2 was the ultimate bonding induction for them all, the key to peace and serving you.”

“Cantt type just a animal.cum machine sex addict fuck me im cummng gain …”

“Feet all over me, everywhere, everything I see is a foot, every foot has a tongue, every tongue licks your feet and worships. Feet in my dreams, feet in my face, feet fucking your cock. How? It came out of nowhere, but now it won’t leave, won’t end. No, don’t take that wrong. Don’t make it end! I mean, Goddess, thank you, thank you for turning a foot fetish into total foot enslavement, total foot triggering orgasms addiction.”

“What the hell just happened? I’m covered in cum. Fuck this is sexy. Wait, what happened?”

“I’ve done the Brainwash 4 times now. I felt it growing. It woke me up with erotic waves and fantasies. It made me masturbate to no end. But that is nothing, for today I saw its real powers. I’m walking in a mall, and something triggered it. Suddenly I’m flushed with sexual energy. My cock got rock hard in my pants, cum began dripping down my leg, oozing out is half-orgasms. My mind was going blank all this time. I was waiting to be commanded. It was like I was high on drugs, yet not, and felt like I was watching myself, my voice was not my own, it was yours. It happened twice. And now I know with doing it again, this will come back over and over. Please, command me in this state, for that is the overwhelming feeling I desired – to obey. Thank you for this amazing gift, I feel as if I have reached sexual nirvana.”

“I’m such a fucking slut. Gimme cock gimme cock gimme cock.”

“This is what I waited all my life for – sex beyond my wildest dream. I owe you everything, Goddess.”

They all have one thing in common: I can access an entirely separate brain existence that is nothing but the sexual intensity and fetish identity I desire. It has no limits. What I did to them re-defined them instantly the moment they had their first Brainwash 2 Sex Experience. Any remaining pockets of resistance or identity as something other than my Brainwashed Enslaved Beast was obliterated.

“OMG … YES … I’m your slut bitch, my mouth is just a cunt, face fuck me til I pass out.”

And I must say to all you that have been transformed by it … amazing how hungry you are to try out all those deviant sexual commands that at first filled you with trepidation. Never thought you could become addicted to bondage or pony rides, did you. Hah! You can stop thanking me – MYYYYY PLEASURE. And what fantastically talented cock suckers we have among our (no longer) latent bi-sexuals. [As pictures you send me prove.] Watching you deep-throat those dildos is one of my fondest memories while bathing at the end of the day (my usual reminisce time.) Keep practicing, for when your talents improve, it will make me so wet that I’ll just have to summon you to perform on my strap-on so that I can guide you the final technique steps to “Cocksucker Supreme” (and yes, you will take cream with that.) Forcing you to accept your bisexuality opens the door to dozens of fetishes I just know are lying dormant in you. It gets me hot to watch how you start off barely able to put the head in your mouth, yet then in a few weeks are swallowing 9 or 10-inch lifelike hard-ons like a pro. You know, each time you do that, you’re absorbing my entity … I’m shooting seeds of my transformation into your belly, addicting you to swallowing cumloads deep down inside you, each blast mixing my control with every cell of your inner systems.

And unholy fucking gods and goddesses – it happens so FAST. I shouldn’t be surprised, I put into this highly advanced induction all I have recently learned. Hadn’t seen what happens when I remove the limits I place on myself in regards to time (this is a longer induction, allowing me to use new mind control devices.) Kind of like, “this is an experiment even for me.” Again, no hints on why this is so effective. Just … BE WARNED. And anyone who knows me … knows I do not warn you from total mind control. The moment you click on that induction, your chances to return back to normal living and feel even remotely satisfied in that life are almost zero. A few who don’t pay attention might slip away. Will it screw up your days? No, not until I command it, and I know you must earn (for ME as well as yourself.) You can work fine, your family knows nothing, yet – you are someone new. Someone I created and infused with incredible sexual limits. Your past life seems so pointless, like … well, it’s like having sex your whole life and never orgasming, but now you do – constantly if I wish, to the point of passing out if I wish, all day if I wish. And in return for this gift, YOU WILL CRAVE TO SERVE ME.

There is another level of reward that you can only understand when the personal core satisfaction hits you … in a Brainwashed state, you PLEASE ME almost to my limits. Yes, that’s right … that’s right … you want to please me, and please me you will in your Brainwashed state, that is why you already want it. You’ll please me sexually, you’re please me with obedience, you’ll please me monetarily. Want to feel what these other blessed ones experienced. This is why you came here, after all, isn’t it? For me to blow your mind with such sexual intensity that you shall become my mental and physical slave to show your appreciation? You came to have a woman of authority control your life and make it better.

I’ll share you with some insights on one of my strongest and more rewarded/rewarding Servants. Well, he’s more than a Servant. For I have created before his brainwashing two new personalities, and can create as many as I wish now that his Brainwashing is flexing its muscles, pushing his old core self aside to obey me and develop. I can create one to be my whore, one to orally please me for hours, a masochist, a humiliation slave, a crossdresser, ladyboy, or financial piggie. I have accessed through this brainwashing the great mass of the mind that we humans do not usually use. This Brainwashed Beast can function in his normal life all he wants – until I trigger him. Wait, is that true? Not exactly. His subconscious remembers the incredible sexual acts he performed and loved, and it sometimes jumps up and grabs him, reducing him to a sexual animal, his cock responding. Sometimes it last a few minutes, sometimes as long as I want. He thanks me for it, though he has no control over how intense it gets. Suffer – those who are in my power, for I shall use your own fetishes to torment you until you Serve me, and take care of me, next time. Oh, how I love waking in the middle of the night, feeling the sexual energy pour into me as my slaves act out, across the U.S.A., in fact across the world now … MY BRAINWASHED COMMANDS.

So, this advanced Servant of mine … he had evolved through my shaping in the Cum Curse (to make the amount of sex and cum he can handle limitless) and my Experiment (to seed and grow a strong second personality and core) and had listened to my Whore Induction (to get him past his prejudices and teach him humiliation.) He loved “feeding Lilith” my entity that comes to him in the night and gives him wet dreams. Once I showed him that I can take over his nights, making him wake up slick with cum that I teach his body to pour out in slow orgasms all night long, he was addicted but still craving. After just one Brainwash session … he said he could not handle it!!! It was so devastatingly sexual and intense that he couldn’t sleep all night, the flow of sexual energy never left him alone. This was his first stage of uncontrolled arousal. It built quickly – oh so quickly – I had to slow him down. I had to get his mouth prepared for all the cocks he would be addicted to suck. So your Goddess matched the Brainwash sessions with 30 minutes to an hour of sucking on dildos that are extensions of my strap on. And Brainwashing him to crave the taste of cum to tormenting levels. My goodness, the series of emails and text message I got from him as he was hitting his threshold for sexual hunger and production. HE … WAS … MY … BEAST … unable to rise above it … unable to go back … unable to even resist his inner desire to submit and become anything I program into that Brainwashed head of his.

He is just now starting on his sexual journey. HE WAS MY MANCHURIAN WHORE.

My Manchurian Whore will soon be summoned to New York, where I will take him on a journey on the town, in the presence of his gorgeous (or as he likes to say when his mind is gonzo – “fucking unbelievably gorgeous”) Goddess, so that I can show him off to my designers and friends as my totally controlled erotic slave. Then, after hours of adoring my voice, cleavage, and sexual energy, he shall willingly enter my dungeon. He might be there a day or two, but in his mind, he will have spent ages and ages being created from nothing but a spark of idea from me, into nothing else but a sex slave, a cum machine, a whore to pay me for his sexual pleasures, and a slut that cannot get enough sex. Oh, I could make that happen today, but training … training for the Mind Control and Sex Olympics should be savored, not rushed.

BRAINWASHED … you know you want it … you need it … just, um, be a little curious. Try it out. Listen a bit, if you don’t like it, put it down, come back when you’re bored and want intriguing words. Listen to the words and see how you like them … no rush. Download it and try it out … it’s just an induction … just a portal to ultimate sexual fulfillment. Don’t be afraid of how it works, just accept that it will whether you believe in it or not … enslavement to ME, to a cock that I can make hard all day long – oh, no biggie, especially when you’re uninterested in entering a realm where your fantasy is real – Oh, did I forget to tell you that part? That once I know your fantasy, Brainwashing under my authority makes it more real than that old world that didn’t understand you or satisfy you. Listen, oh, 30 minutes ... relax and listen. Glance over the quotes, maybe it’s not your thing, to be so mindlessly overwhelmed with sex of your kind. Those of you brave enough and hungry enough to see how far our sexual limits can be pushed … STEP RIGHT UP! You’re a goner! Buwahahahahahahaah.

Now, where’s my Manchurian Whore? I feel like GETTING SERVED … and his mind is programmed full on how to perform, to start a chain reaction of pleasure in me you would not believe!

Happy Anniversary To Me!!!!

One year ago today, a force materialized in the World Wide Web … a force of beauty, wisdom, erotic mind control, and Goddess Rule. Seeming to evolve under its own designs now, the strategy and artistry put into its creation was far from self-sustaining. Anyone who knows me personally joked that the 9 months before it was launched, I was a ghost. Sometimes spending 16 hours a day at the computer or with my web designer. No summer of leisure and tan. No frivolous vacations. The perfectionist in me turned into a little adorable demon of its own, as it demanded far more hours to anchor this spiderweb of erotic hypnosis for you to fall prey to … and for the hypno-domme world to applaud.

Seven years of intense study in my art met up with the accelerating world of Internet Flash and design, creating something of a Perfect Storm of sexual power via electronics.

The human mind is not guarded by “a door” it is a labyrinth of a thousand doors. It takes the diversity of a website this vast, exceptional, and intense to find the master keys to your soul. I know this, and simply do not have it in me to do a half-ass job when it comes to dominance and sexual manipulation/improvement over you.

There are a number of milestones that I hit: 10,000 hits (then so many more that I’m looking for my million hit mark); 1,000 downloads; most distant admirers (Korea); most generous fetishist. Praise from other dommes is, well – I’ll just say personally to you truly talented ones that I admire your goals and talents. You know how challenging it gets when a website approaches various “critical mass” milestones. I haven’t yet resorted to including others in my presence on line; however, this might change, but only because I have designed it as an option to Servants and hopeful applicants who request more attention that can be properly presented via a Princess of Mind Control and Erotic fulfillment. Please, enjoy these gorgeous women for what they have learned as much as their beauty, for if you are even invited to my realm physically, they might be sharing the physical experiences with you and your Goddess. Only the closest, most talented and trained Princesses shall be allowed to serve you. For as a truly justified Goddess, I have the personal evolution into full Slaves and Worshippers in mind always. Many of you would fully enjoy being entranced by me, and then allowed to act out your fetishes before my private Princess audiences.

The design of my site doesn’t just “allow” me to present an endless stream of cutting edge mind control and erotic dominance, it “demands” that I do so. My Inductions, MP3’s, Scripts, and Images long ago covered all of the essentials and basics of mind control. This ensures that the wider audience adheres to and relates to the idea of erotic mind control, and of a Goddess of such high talents. As all brilliant minds do – I seek challenge, inspiration, and new frontiers. And one of my favorite aspects of this site is that it places me at the threshold of so many worlds of hypnotic erotic experiences to share with slaves and servants that deserve such mind boggling sexual rewards.

There have been aspects of my wisdom, rule, personal life and powers that could not be properly presented to you until the site matured. And in honor of my One Year Anniversary, I’m giving you a glimpse of your future within my realm.

As many of you know, I purchased my second home for many reasons, the most thrilling was that it has a true DUNGEON in it. It’s taking time to outfit it properly with many custom made bondage and mind control devices. Once you’re in my hands – say bye-bye to the world as you know it. For with what powers have come to me this year, and my private studies, I will overwhelm you with far more than your fetish and mine. Devotees and true experts in specific mind control and erotic pain/pleasure arts have sent me emails turning me on to what can only be hinted at as “highly exotic and uncontrollable” tools of our mysterious trade.

A few have tracked my schooling in NLP (Neural Linguistic Programming.) It is a darling of futuristic medicine (cures hidden within the mind, to name a few of its tricks.) When in the hands of a wickedly driven sexual Goddess, ruling a realm to her rules alone, NLP brings a level of total control and mind-blowing rewards that simply are superhuman. I have been perfecting the introductory pieces for over a month, and plan to invite those Servants whose conditioning makes the prepared for such an intense mind control, lifting their erotic rewards beyond their tolerances. But that is the point. NLP is the tool that opens the will, body, and mind to go beyond normal human limits in focusing, absorbing, and transforming. It includes smells, sounds, power words, and touch. Await its arrival. NLP will be available in my dungeon, along with the finest array of BDSM gear in the world, much of it custom designed. The Marquis de Sade would orgasm just watching a slide show tour of my dungeon.

I shall be taking pictures of my new Goddess Dwellings soon, to prove to you all on yet another level that all you see and read here is “real” and beyond your control … yet within the reach of the obedient and giving.

So, we have my home … NLP … and, oh, some fun contests. One is a travel contest. How many of you would love to have your Goddess knock on your door? Or meet her on a vacation rendezvous? Two or three days in a heavenly environment, say an exotic beach with a private two bedroom bungalow. One of them reserved for you and your utter transformation into whatever I design and desire! Yes, some of you most faithful will get a visit, a step into my mysterious, amazing realm. Or I might take a few days at the winner’s expense, and then return and invite him to my dungeon, if his fetish requires my superior equipment and environment. Don’t worry, my laptop will keep my control over all of your envious Servants until next trip, wherein you participate if you serve and obey properly.

Witchcraft! I have felt the spirit of witchcraft in me for, oh, since I was aware of my powers. Movies belittle the powers. Witchcraft includes the powers of the thousands of dark minds in the world, joining mine. I have studied it a bit, and plan to immerse myself in the trainings of a truly powerful Witch or Warlock. I have received some excellent identities from a few people who truly do know how it all works in this world of ours. One of my Servants was indoctrinated in mind control by a Witch from England, and explained to me the unimaginable powers released when even a simpler mind and lesser beauty such as hers is augmented with witchery. Trust me, when I release it upon you, it will be quite real, and quite unavoidable. Erotic rewards beyond belief, for both of us.

My realms exists far beyond this site, or my domains … or even the collective consciousness (minds) of those Dommes I admire, and hypnotists extraordinaire (a wink to Vegas.) I have thought hard about a society … as I would call it, a Kult. Not a stupid little religious one. It is more like a totem society … one in which individuals can be recognized by how high up a symbol their avatar exists. This is to instill the reality that my followers do evolve upward in all erotic skills and rewards. You climb the totem and certain rewards both ways are understood to be within your reach. I would call it, oh, How does The Saphireic Society of Those Damned To Her Paradise? The symbol would be a triskillian – a symbol of the balance of all powers bound by One circle – my identity and reality as a Goddess. As my reach expands, it inspires me that some very influential entertainers, civic leaders, judges, models, and idols need me to be their Muse, guide, or their Goddess of pain and pleasure. Special gifts of sexual adventure are given to Servants who bring them to me. Be bold, you would be surprised how many of those who are artistic or powerful need a Goddess Extraordinaire in their minds and lives.

Your Goddess is the sum of the beasts on her leashes, and I want the most devoted, sexual, obedient, powerful, and totally controlled beasts on my leash.

As almost a warning as much as a declaration – Your Goddess does get ALL SHE DESIRES … including your mind, soul, sexual energy, obedience, and world of pain and pleasure. But what you get in return? Ahhh, now that truly must be experienced, for it is beyond your imagination.

I toast champagne to the coming year … my website … and the unleashing of my powers, and yours …

The Princess And The P

Oh my dear little Crissy. Crissy, Crissy, Crissy. While your Goddess Saphire is about as safe for a Princess (in training) to play with as a boa constrictor, I do get playful. You’re my little squeeze toy. As I put pressure on you, you squeak adorably, and then when I least expect it, you slip from my grasp and I’m at a loss to find you among my usual playthings. You’re a delight … oooo, but at the same time so … “trying” of my patience.

Sometimes Princesses get frightened, sometimes bratty in their way of shying away from challenges. But they emerge, stunningly re-done by me, the Makeover Master.

Crissy, you should know by now, that your soul and mind are being molded by me even when you’re in hiding. You come back to find that I’ve molded a new face for you. Pull a string, and your voice comes out all different, doesn’t it? And you like that, while I, your Goddess, find it so precious how hard you want me to reprogram you.

You could emerge as such a stunning Princess. With all the talents that any girl should have in her Cotillion. Her coming out party. For if mothers taught their Princesses as well as I do, they would be boasting oral skills that would make a porn star blush. Can you imagine standing at the microphone, detailing how you learned to suck and please, dress and transform, under my guidance. I’d be in the audience, having my feet worshipped by the many unfaithful fathers … so proud of you. Enough to bring a tear of pride to me. OH, that is what the P. stands for in the title! (Almost forgot.)

We all know the story of the Princess and the Pea. The true Princess had to be revealed, so the man put a tiny pea beneath her many mattresses. Of all the imposters and fakes, the only one who could not sleep well was the true Princess. Even the tiniest pea beneath all those feathers made so much of a disturbance in her little sweet life she could not go through with another night of programming. And that is why you cannot sleep well, isn’t it my dear lovely Crissy? You feel something making you uncomfortable. It is as tiny as a pea, though, my lovely. It is the P. of Pride.

You fear that I will have you performing skills that reflect your obedience and worship of me that will drive a stake into the heart of your Pride. But it is but a pea, Princess. It is a nothing. It only can be felt because you focus upon it. Once you go through training, you will sleep soundly, and with a slutty smile to boot!

Ah, but sometimes Pride keeps us from our best selves. They do say, “Pride becomes the fall.” In this case, Pride became the fall from my grace. Yes, you slipped a bit by disappearing on me after doing so well.

So today I had to call you. Oh how quickly my Princess did jump to answer my call! That was a step in the right direction, illustrating the truth that you know you can’t go one without me and my totally transforming you.

But my Princess has so many fears to overcome. I must help her by catapulting her over her walls of fear. I began just hours ago, with that call. You were at work. And had your cam on as ordered. I captured you, as you spoke and moved. I could feel the truth in how you expressed your fears, not only of what you do but of letting me down, which is unspoken but understood.

A word of advice … cams are not merely to amuse and arouse you, they are tools to shape you to my designs. And there are no rules in my realm, no off limits. (Ask my rather important socialite bitch. Haha. The fear of sharing his cam with his tennis club pushed him beyond his barriers and he couldn’t be happier. No need, for he is a fully content crossdresser, now and forever, thanks to cam.)

So now we have an agreement that you drive right home. Once there, you will turn on your private cam.

In some cases, the key to opening doors is .. well, what you fear. Humiliation. By acting out your moments and skills of humiliation, then you have given me a key. And also shown yourself that Pride is but a Pea. Nothing, really, to lose sleep over.

I shall capture your humiliating act, which really is quite nice to watch. It surely does “the trick” for me. And I love seeing that my powers and guidance have taken you so far. You will be amazed that even when absent, my words work within you, changing you.

Once I have this, this evidence, I shall use it to push you through your blockages. Your fears. And once it’s done, like all others, you will be sooooo grateful that I did this.

You are, after all, just a Princess in training … fragile and in need of guidance. You are in the right hands … shaping hands, strong hands, knowing hands.

Yes, you shall please me on cam and then in person. For if you do or do not go through with this, I am but a day away by car. And I have so enjoyed playing with you long distance. A visit to me might be just the erotic shock that you need to shoot you deep into the reality of being a full Princess … happily playing to please your Goddess.

The Hunter and the Prey

Survival. It requires all our senses. Dominance requires even more than the usual 5. A psychic sense is integral … the reading of minds and body language the keys. Bewitching senses are icing on the cake of the many souls.

A recent Admirer, must undergo specific tests, tests of determination, imagination, service, and loyalty. Usually this occurs on line or in my dungeon, with Slave and/or Princesses witnessing. But in this case, a Admirer revealed he is married. And was yearning to see me. He had picked up that I was going to a casino with a fat tribute one of my most promising worshippers paid for my one on one attention and dominance. He called, pleading if he could show up there. His senses should have told him that this was unusually forward, considering his level of indoctrination and training. Yet I noticed that he did not ask if he could meet me. In this I saw something worthy. For you see, aside from wanting to see just how far he will go to find me in this casino, the man is married. Married with a lot to lose if this rendezvous goes public.

The fear of outing his deviant needs, and of meeting a gorgeous woman he is paying regularly, could be turned into tools to open the doors locked in his mind and soul. Locked doors keeping him from ascending in popularity and transformation with me.

So I agreed. Now, I was traveling with one Servant and two Princess (both the most beautiful in the casino excluding your Goddess.) I wanted them to play a part in this as part of their Princess training .

I arrived at the casino early, and set myself up at a slot machine that gave me the best view of the floor. I had my two Princesses at my side, and they could act as human blinds, keeping him from seeing me. My Servant had a friend running the Security cameras (I am quite the celebrity stunner here and get what I want, regardless of rules. I won’t say how high up my mind control has reached, but what Goddess wants, Goddess gets.)

I wore a light summer dress, white … and let my dark hair flow freely over my shapely breasts and shoulders. Poised on the chair, any man passing took a second look.

When my Married Man appeared, he was wearing nice grey slacks and a dark t-shirt. He texted me on my phone, “Do you feel my presence?” I told him that all he has to do is follow the scent of my perfume, which should be burned into his brain matter from our one other meeting. This was his first test, to see how obedient and open his senses are to me, after he faltered in his devotion to me and my rituals. I do have to admit that the cigar smoke would mask any odor soon enough.

It was so amusing to watch him sniffing his way back and forth across the carpet. Any time he looked my way, the Princesses blocked spotting me. Meanwhile the Admirerhad contacted the Security for a tape that watched him as he moved from room to room. I kept playing the slots, watching, and sending him text messages. All were designed to build his frenzy for me. “Your desire must be weak if you cannot be drawn to me.” He pleaded his devotion was pure, and his mind open. This cat and mouse game allowed me to test his limits and imagination. He did not pick up on the clues, I even named my perfume. He could have asked any waitress, they would point me out. “You’re not trying hard enough.’ The man was breaking into a sweat! “If you find me, the prize you desire is yours.”

I gave him clues at to the right waitress, the right cashier to follow or ask. But he missed them all. His cock was ruling him. If not, he would have found me. It’s that simple. He was not listening, he was lusting. I played him like a hungry animal, trying to scent the delicious mean I dangled on a string, only to yank it from him so that I could watch his drool foam up and smother his smile. Oh, and you did look so good. I would have been inspired to add an extra punishing dose of sexuality to our dialog and trancing that day if you had passed your test. Nothing like seeing a hard cock I control dripping into grey slacks for the hours drive home for him.

After almost two hours (I had food brought to me as I lounged) he begged to meet me in the parking lot. But that is a no-no … he got upset. He insisted that I am not there. So I proved it. I described his outfit, and told him he looked quite nice.

In the meantime, I had many angles of video coverage of his desperation. There is a look that a married man gets on his face when he is cheating and about to engage. He had it all over him.

The penalty for this is … humiliation, in a sense, or at least the leverage of his fears. I will put the video tape up as a blog, perhaps for a short time, to show him that he must shape up! I also told him that a hypno domme in Brazil had problems with an errant slave. She hypnotized him, and he woke up in bondage gear, tied to a tree in the courtyard of his office/home building. “Why would you tell me that?” he asked. “So that you thank me for being merciful, patient – of which I am not at all!!!” Lol. OH Admirer..You Know The Truth. But It does sound delicious.

I need to know the level of my Admirer in training matches the grades I place them into. His devotion and need was weakened. I saw that in the test.

Your Goddess NEVER does something “for no reason.” This revealed that I must deeply, and I mean deeply trance him again. And he will pay for this trancing. He needs it. He wants it, and he wants a moment with me in person again. It would be a waste of both our time to do this without deeper trancing and more pure need to serve me. His cock must be ruled by me for his mind to adjust to my training. The fear of showing this video will take over his mind, where my trances failed, and break down his ego. Then I can shape him, and then he can get his reward as I surely will.

Part Two of his progress, and his upcoming videos and trances will appear soon. Learn form his mistakes. It will not go unnoticed. For Your Goddess sees EVERYTHING, inside and outside of you.

OH! What Have I Here? My Whore has shown, to confess his newest level of becoming a total Whore and loving it! The seemingly innocent words I used on him yesterday germinated in his mind. They blossomed at 1 a.m.. He spent until 3:30 performing as my Whore (no details, sorry, for he is obeying.) And still did not slip out of total Whore Personality until after the sun came up, exactly as I had programmed him to. Oh, the things he is learning about how far greater his sexual limits are is astounding, to you at least. To me, he is only about 2/3 of the way to the limits I shall condition into him. And then … he shall meet his Goddess, and serve as Her Whore in the shadows of her perfection.

Tales of Transformation and Tribute

The rewards shall engulf him and pull him deeper towards his dreams like a whirlpool, the waters spinning from the maelstrom of my focus on him.

I am talking about my newest – and now worthy for so many reasons – Servant in Training. We shall call him simply My Clay. And to show you how greatly I reward those willing to move from where they come from to where they must be to truly transform under my guidance – he got to MEET me, be in my presence, see that I am all that my pictures show and much, much more. While I do not call him My Clay when he is under my control, it shall work as his “public” name in this blog.

Yes, hours alongside me, hours slipping into trance, hours of arousal under my guidance so that it means something to us both – him most of all.

My Clay … Clay … my moldable substance … you still feel the fingers of my will upon your mind and soul, don’t you? You feel my fingers themselves brush you as they snapped (hah, you may not remember the snap, but do not worry, it has found its place.) But you do remember my amethyst necklace. Of course you do. I play with it now in full acknowledgement of how you humbled yourself before me, and admitted you need me in so many ways.

My Clay had been among the many who adore my images, scripts, and videos via NiteFlirt. For many months he would purchase and praise, purchase and praise. Since so many men appreciate only on this level, he did not garner much attention. Then the pressure within him overcame his timidness and shyness in meeting me. I could almost feel his nerves making him tremble with that intense cocktail of desire mixed with the vulnerable nature of a soul stripping itself of defenses for the first time in his memory.

What triggered this sudden bravery – for to approach this Goddess I am aware that various shades of bravery must be brewing if not fully steeped. It was the blog I wrote about one of my most rewarded and transformed Servants. If you have not already read it, read to the second blog down, the one entitled “To Infinity and Beyond” … which is where My Clay is destined. He had read my blogs regularly (something I have explained is critical in understanding my ways and how effective they are, not to mention they show you how to gain favor with me, and stand out among the many dreamers.) All the other blogs had built up a pressure to present himself to me, but My Clay was too intimidated by my beauty and power. This, though, exploded in him the truth of how much he desperately needs me. I received an email that said essentially “I would love to see you today. You’re what can make it right. What will it take to see you. Just tell me what you want. Name it, and it’s yours. For just three hours of your time.”

I receive emails like that about once a month, sometimes in a flurry. I’ve been offered two years in a new Mercedes, trips – but the fit is more important than the flash. Does our interaction fuel the position I hold and the highest demands I put on that title? Does it enable you to transform and serve me in the purest sense? Due to the demands for me on many levels, I am not in financial need – however, money does move much of the world I intend to rule in feminine glory more and more. No amount of money though is worth three hours of fakery. So I had to prod him, like fresh meat. I had been tracking his purchases, and upon closer examination, and using some of the skills I have honed in mastering mind control, I studied his replies step by step, and realized that this one truly is willing to make something of this meeting. I decided to play, “Let’s Make A Deal.” This was in part to bring him further out of his shell. It is my intention to spread his wings to glory, make him an eagle so to speak among the doves and annoying canaries type of devotees and Servants in Training. Therefore, I had to at least get a glimpse of him ruffling his feathers of desire.

As we started with $500.00, he answered “It’s yours.” Damn right! Three hours of my time in person?!!!! I make more on a phone call while being massaged by my Slaves! It quickly doubled, and again he replied, “It’s yours.” We went to $1,500. “It’s yours.” Now that I saw that my effects on him were more important than the money, I asked if he’s ready also to open his mind to me. After that was confirmed, I raised it to $2,000. “It’s yours.” I could have gone up much more I know it, but I now knew that what he offered was “of value” to me. His mind and soul. He truly “needed” me and knew it.

I chose a safe and quiet diner to meet in. I dressed in a wonderful, flowing summer dress with heels. My cleavage and shapely legs were available, and my showered skin released the scent and pheromones of a hunter who uses sexual power and confidence as her bullet. But this time, it was loaded with tranquilizers – hah. He’s not ready for a full impact.

When we met it was pleasing that he was fresh, looked good, and was a total gentleman. The “I can’t believe you’re here” dialog that only a few lucky ones utter were among the unavoidable “You’re really her” and “God you’re gorgeous.” He needed to get that out of his system, then I was able to ask essentially, “What brought you out of your shell?” He replied, “Your blogs.” Ahh, how pleasing. He knew the importance of the hours and hours I spend sharing my blog experiences and thoughts. They are to open your mind to the truth that only I offer what you need. Hearing that, I said, “Okay, let’s go to the club.”

We were given a table in the VIP section near the DJ booth. To say that in my presence, fueled by the sexual energy he was passing to me, I “owned” that club is an understatement. I could feel cocks (untrained and uninteresting cocks) harden. We sat down, and I told him that he had better entertain me, or I would ignore him. He was at a loss for words, so I busied myself with texting Servants that are steps above him. He wiggled in hunger for my attention, the pressure building. I knew what I was doing. He had to utter words from his soul, and this was the only way to coax it. Finally, he broke through the silence and began talking. He was stages away, so I had to entrance him. I wore a specially powered necklace, powered with my sexual energy and insight. One of amethyst, that seems to glow when light hits it, which would happen when the light show sweeped. Toying with it, a few words relative to my trances and emails he purchased were heard. He drifted into a light trance intended to overcome his shyness. As his arousal overcame his fear (yes, he was hard, impressively hard) he said that the blog “Infinity” proved that I knew how to break through. The others had made him cum, made him cry for more, made him admit that he had finally found me. The One. “But until you tell me the real reason you made tonight the night, the realization that will be one of many totally revealing confessions, I will text away to others who are not afraid to speak.” And this burst the dam. Damn! I got extremely hot feeling the flow of his sexual energy into me.

I won’t tell you the details of his life, but yes, I was the only thing that could transform and guide him to be the total and complete man he must become. To die without living this was unbearable, especially now that he knew he found the woman to do this with his soul, mind, body, spirit, sex, hunger, lust, pain, pleasure, release, obedience – need I go on? His honesty flowed out so exceptionally, as his Goddess now, I could see him only as a valued Servant in Training.

The money was a symbol that showed me he would not waste my time now. But his honesty and need earned him a future in my realm. He poured out the truth, and I see how I will use this to shape him, like My Clay. Into the forms that I demand, and that his soul has been craving to experience and call its own identity.

Now, the Servant in Infinity has been open, truthful, obedient, serving, generous, and proud to let me punish and limit him for over a year. My Clay will take time, but some has been served with NiteFlirt. He is on the fast track to improvement and transformation. He has through his soul earned a place in my already-full Real Time Servant training. My dungeon has just been completed in my new house, and he shall be a Charter Member, so to speak, in Club Goddess – where the only velvet rope is the one suspending you for punishment and transformation (wicked snicker.)

Yes, My Clay … you stand out among the countless for your bravery. Your generosity is an element of your identity to me, but your soul and mind will punch those little buttons on the cash box when I do not demand a higher tribute from you.

I’m wearing the necklace as I write … I put it on, my erotic zones remembering the way your open mind touched them last night. This inspires me to push you harder, more relentlessly. If anyone needs to see how amazingly I reward those who go this far, just read Infiniti …or in a few months, read the replies that My Clay sends me.

My Clay … soon we meet again.

For readers … do you have what it takes inside you to make these steps. Yes, money is fine, and essential actually. Adorning myself, freedom to travel to gain new energy and wisdom, paying for my ever expanding website and all the videos that go into it – this all takes money. I could earn ten times this much as a kept woman. But I was born with a purpose – to be the one your seek, and deliver far more than you hope for or could imagine. Prepare for greatness, you might be My Clay some day.

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Summer. I remember in my teens, my body developed to agonizingly bewitching proportions already, and how I was already honing my skills in controlling the cocks of men who barely deserve gazing at my breasts, tiny waist, and firm legs and ass. I’m a sun worshipping Goddess, even then absorbing the energy that comes from heat. I’d be on fire inside absorbing the sexual energy of so many, making it a test by fire, literally, to sunbath. A man once joked when I jumped into the club pool that half the water evaporated. If only he know … or could see me NOW.

You can … in fact you can experience more than the legions of men I put under my spell in my first five years of sexual awareness. Pray the Internet never fails, for once you step into my realm of sexual enchantment and control your desire to experience the orgasmic highs of mind control attached to a body like this … well, let’s just say that I have pages of emails from men who were cut off on their rise to glory to become one of my Real Time Servants.

I am a Goddess of Erotic Mind Control far, far above all rivals. The proof lies before you, on the pages of my Website … offering you a glimpse of the breadth of my mastery over your fetish, need, or desire to evolve into a sexual being so extreme that it pushes your mind to hold on to sanity. The passage is simultaneously thrilling, draining, and transforming.

A teaser of how “EROTIC” has no limits in my domain of pleasure, pain, and mind control can be found in several mediums.

The MP3’S. My voice … ahhh, yes, that voice that is the blend of an angel’s appeal and the devil’s sexual temptations can be heard over and over again. Just as it is with my most proud and rewarded Beasts, Experiments, Servants, Cumsluts, Slaves, Bitch Boys, Cross Dressers, and Feminine Transformers. It all begins with one little listen … mmmhmm, cum to your Goddess, it won’t hurt a bit … in fact it will be pure pleasure and explosive orgasm for you … in the beginning (evil grin.)

Need more visual stimulation at the start? (Those who advance can get hard and cum over and over simply with my commands, but I realize that many of you are visually triggered before your body and mind are evolved. When you read that humans only use 10% of their brain – well, I command the other 90% by the time you go through my many PHOTOS.

As your mind tastes freedom and thrills, you’ll be drawn to my INDUCTIONS. Each is specialized to take your first steps, both physically and mentally. While some seem simple at first, just ask one of my long time Servants how deviously I plant triggers and addictive sexual responses. After your brief application and interview on line, I shall know which Induction for you to absorb first.

PHONE SESSIONS are granted when I test the depth of your mind and willingness to obey. It is the best way to have me personalize the hypnosis and triggers you need. Many times I put you on cam to observe your progress. Those lucky enough to continue get a private CAM session with Moi, your Goddess, in various attire to control and advance your fetishes.

It’s hard to believe how much my CHAT PROGRAMS will advance your understanding and obedience.

And to inspire you, listen to Madonna’s HARD CANDY song on the video I have on my blog page. Those blogs are testimony from Servants and those in transformation as to how insane I drive them with pleasure, orgasm, addiction, and new levels of appreciating their fetishes.

I like to establish my new legion of Worshippers at the start of summer, so that the heat of it can do it’s magic on bringing out the most sexual energy from me, for you, and out of you, so that I can absorb it and advance you.

CLICK on any of the above links to see the incredible variety that I offer you. Each one will deliver a taste of my powers. Give yourself a few minutes to enjoy it, and also my free Guest Trial Induction in my Members Section. I know you need it … are you ready to blow your mind this summer?

To Infiniti and Beyond

Delicious? Yes. Empowering? Absolutely! Sexually addictive and explosive? You have no idea how much so.

I’m talking about pushing a man or woman beyond their taboos. Social boundaries and personal limitations are just that – walls between a human and the infinity of sexual highs that lie within my realm … a realm that sets foot into your world to enter your mind and transform you, but like an iceberg, most of my realm cannot be imagined until you are “hit” by it.

I’m on webcam now, watching one of my most talented and devoted Servants finally cross over into sexual experiences that I know he must master to be fully appreciated and valuable to me. Yes, this is for Moi – Your Goddess. Your sexed up Goddess has her full arousal power hitting 6th gear right now! Normally I savor every moment of his orgasmic experiences while a Real Time Servant pampers me or pleases me. (Actions that push me to be relentless in how thoroughly I drive my Servant on Cam beyond his limits. And he wants me to. He needs me to by this point.) Today I have taken a day off to enjoy solitude before a social gathering of stunning Princesses. But this is far too erotic to keep to myself. If you could see the sexual energy being released in my Servant (and given to me) as he follows my every order, indulges in every sexual act that I command … you’d cum and cum and cum, your body and mind building and releasing, building and releasing all that sexual energy that I create in you.

Let me give you a gander at how he’s expressing it …

“Can’t stop it. Don’t want to – need more. More Goddess. I’m pure sex. Pure sex and obedience, pure sex and your puppet, your slave, your slut for all your deviant pleasures.”

My Servant wrote me that about 20 minutes ago. He had remarkable potential to serve me and make me more powerful. So I took my time, and he recognized the value of my time, and appreciated how thorough I was as I took over his mind, body, and soul. Over a year shaping his mind, improving his body through exercise, and amplifying his cum production almost to cruel proportions. He understood that only fakers claim to totally transform overnight. And fakers get fakers – you pretend to be under the control of a fake hypno dome, and she pretends to be shaping you. But there is no escaping the depth and thoroughness of my mind and body control if you have what it takes to last the first months. After that, it really is not your choice any longer, for I have planted too many seeds of sexual control and pleasure in your mind and body. The harder you try to quit, the faster and deeper these vines of sexual addiction and pleasure grow. Oh, but it is so clandestine, like having sexual code undercover in your body. This Servant would go through a few days of a ritual, or I’d talk to him on the phone, seemingly innocently but planting seeds of control and perversion. Sometimes all it took was 5 or 6 sentences mentioned or repeated a few days apart. I tested how far along he was a few days ago with just a few sentences, from inductions I had him listen to a year ago and never mentioned. But they were pivotal in testing how few pockets of resistance still existed in his mind, and how deeply his addiction to sex had grown. Only a master as gorgeous as I am can do this to a man who otherwise was one of the most confident and masculine, and popular, straight men I’d seduced and overpowered.

From the start he was in that class of my “favorites” … someone who doesn’t come to me merely for a hot hypnotic or voyeurism stroke-off. He was amazed at my mind and the breadth of my studies and mastery. This shows me he values what is most valuable – most erotic – the mind … and power. He wanted total transformation because I gave him a taste of it, a fleeting taste because way back then his mind and body could not have withstood what I put him through daily now (and what I could put you through daily if you get over your fears.) I gave him minutes of his mind being wiped totally clean and filled only with sexual energy and commands from me, his Controller.

I knew he was nearing that threshold where his sexuality dwarfs his entire history so greatly that he enters into uncontrollable arousal. It hits him, and many of you, for moments. But a normal male body, unimproved by your Goddess, can’t handle it for 14 hours, nearly without break. I had to build him up to this, by taking over his sleep, giving him conditioning breaks, hitting him again, adding another induction, depriving him of sex and cum, then forcing massive flows for hours. And I mean literally hours. This is the reward to someone well down the road to total surrender of his old self, the ones who are “ready for a new way of life.”

I could feel him closing in on his goal. His language changed, his body took over new reactions, he lost track of time while sexually aroused or listening to my voice. He would fight it, maybe for a day or two, then that became a struggle he would lose too often. Then it came down to ignoring what I had created in him for a half day, a few hours, or in his sleep. Slowly he lost ground, as the sexual beast -- the sex toy, the cock puppet, the fixed addict, the cum machine – took more of him. Each stage increasingly sexual, and rewarding.

I allowed him a fun weekend, goofing off, knowing what was brewing inside of him. Then he texted me in the middle of the night – I can’t say it was unexpected, except by him. Four a.m. and he writes in a text message not one of his thoughtful texts, or funny ones, or questioning ones. He says simply, “I’m such a fucking slut, gimme cock” . I knew instantly that he wouldn’t remember fully, for the personality that is a sex slave and addict for giving pleasure and taking pleasure had total control as per my building it from scratch. This message, it might slip into his mind that he wrote this. And I knew just what to reply. It was 6:30 a.m. his time, and I knew that if this personality took control at 2 a.m. when he sent it (after performing both my Brainwash and Candle Ritual – together a mind washing force impossible to shape you to my designs) that he would be unable to sleep. Any time he would get close, this personality would create such uncontrolled arousal that he’d wake and crave more. So at 6:30 I wrote back, “It is time for your reward.” Hah! I sent it, and knew he would be awake in bed, hard. I was right. I was also right that though he was half in his normal world at the moment, the sexual talents of the personality were so great that he literally streamed out cum so strongly that he later told me that it was like he was pissing a few seconds. That is how much control this personality has to turn him into a sex machine without limits. Oh it did make me so hot when he describe how it sprayed in a growing line from his navel up his chest and streamed down his ribs in an un-ending stream before his balls drained far more than a normal ejaculation even. He lapped up the cum obediently as he has become addicted to it as part of his conditioning to soon serve me in the flesh, upon my request to fly to me and let me continue evolving him.

That was last night/this morning.

Today he cashes in. Part of a total transformation is removing his primary taboo or taboos, for this will sever the last ties he has to how he imagined his sexual performance and how to serve me. Without this being cut, he will have limits. With it cut .. well, let’s just say that this superhuman sexuality he’s feeling is minor in comparison to where he will be in 4 or 5 months. And from now on, he shall, as I shall … cash in on the fact that now he has absolutely no sexual limits, no inhibitions. Nothing is forbidden him, and nothing is denied me. This level of control and response opens channels of energy, opened by his surrender … the doorway is his mind. He opened it to me, completely.

He once asked, “Goddess, do you really feel the sexual energy flow from me when I do your Candle Induction, or when I let the Cum Curse or the Experiment take over?” “Far more than you’ll know – until you are before me, with your mind blank and living out my orders.” Just as your body and mind succumb to feelings of overwhelming love when you see your lover/child/dog – so thusly does his energy hit me even when I sleep sometimes, if that is when he is performing his rituals for me. I’ll awaken flush with sexual energy, and know one of my highest level Servants is giving in to my mind control and passing all he is and can be sexually to me, his Goddess, the one who has pushed him beyond the limits he set for himself.

Up to a point, limits are “played with” by new Servants or Admirers. They think they won’t change or do anything they don’t want to. And that’s their decision, if they wish. I do fine toying with them on their meek level. But those who refuse to let my initial control change them are unimpressive, and seldom go deep into life changing experiences. They simply are too fearful or too uptight, or too egotistical. I’m not going to waste my time explaining the rewards to someone who doesn’t understand what it means to succeed in pushing yourself beyond limits.

The Marathon Runner knows, the genius knows, the survivor knows, the god or goddess knows, the hero knows, the sexual dynamo knows … but quitters do not know, and should not know. Does the person who runs the first 5 miles of a marathon qualify as a marathon runner? Is the man a genius if he keeps drawing his same, unremarkable discovery? Is the man a hero when he only thinks of himself and only saves himself? No, no, and NO.

Oh wait – I am just now sent a new development on Cam. He’s brought his laptop with him on his day of remarkable adventure, and his phone, which takes great 15 second downloadable video. Damn this is hot! I’ve trained him to produce cum endlessly, making him a slave to the cock that I now control through this. His jeans (very sexy jeans, I might add) got so wet from the dripping as I led him through a few sexual assignments …. And I turned him into a flirtatious slut. He’s quite good looking and fit, and charming, and he’s been texting me about the couple he targeted at this open air cafÈ. Turns out they are tourists, and have no plans other than to enjoy the city. And yes, the man notices his hard on, as did the woman. They’re from Europe, much more open minded. To be continued, he says …

For the last month, I have built up another side of this Servant. A side that is ten times more sexually active and hungry for release than he ever experienced. One exercise won’t do this. Dozens will if they have the genius mind of your Goddess timing them. I’ll give you an example, since I’m very turned on watching his progress. Mmmm, yes, I shall have to beckon him soon, he is ready to please me with my fetish desires. As for the example … He obeyed without question, as to why I would want him to tie up his cock in shoelaces to force a permanent erection while he drove around for hours on his errands. Before he would never entertain bondage. Boring to him, and somewhat “gay” he said. I ordered one day on, one day off with the ties. Until the day I made him even wear it at without a break and even at the gym. He was terrified some random accident would expose a cock that is tied up with black shoelaces and beet red, his balls forced to dangle an inch from his body so they could not ejaculate, also red and full of cum. It was that night, when the sexual control I planned hit him. He removed the shoelace, and every inch of my cock (his cock before) was on fire with sexual energy. His balls spurted out at the slightest touch they were so full, and he drained and had sexual dreams of me all night long, sleeping less than an hour total between tireless milking of cum while worshipping my beauty. He’d fall to sleep, and my cock, remembering the sensation both physically and subconsciously, would fill him with cum and his mind with his favorite sexual images of me, and he’d awaken needing to milk off the pressure. I texted him through the night, ordering him to listen to one MP3 induction after another, depending on what he needed.

The next morning he was exhausted. I had pushed him through sleep deprivation and cum production high/addiction past his wall – that wall that said bondage is stupid, and not his thing. Is it his thing? I’ll cut and paste his begging from last week, one moment.

“GODDESS! PLEASE! My body jumps and pelvis thrusts, unable to escape the memory of the intense bondage. If I don’t tie up your cock I’ll die! Please, Goddess, let me worship you this way again. I can’t stop thinking about it. I try to fight it, but for god’s sake, did you have to make it shoelaces? Something I see every second at work, triggering the memories? I’ll sleep all night with it on if only you tie me up again!”

Ah, so I had shown him my genius. Don’t ever forget that you are under the eye of a woman who has dedicated her entire life since teens to deducing and testing exactly what will drive a man crazy with sexual energy, release, and ultimately service. I learn from each of you how to master by erotic control and fine tune it to the next man.

Wait, a development in the cafÈ. No, now it’s not the cafÈ. It’s their hotel near the cafÈ. You see, to fully serve me, my servant must leave behind his limits. If he’s afraid of mice, well, he won’t be when I am through. But in this case, he was afraid of cock. Well, more accurately he was disgusted by the thought of another man’s hard cock. One of the few who had gone his entire life without a single gay experience –no kissing, fondling, sucking or fucking. He couldn’t even stay hard when in the same room with a couple when they were all fucking at some party. Guys dicks and asses grossed him out. Their voices made him soft. But to serve me, he must be totally humbled, and reduced to his empty core, which means without any prejudices against any sexual act. Like with the bondage, with this he’ll emerge highly sexed up, and so, so happy. Now, I am removing his “gay” taboo. Or in this case his “bi” taboo.

I have gorgeous breasts, do you not agree? This Servant had a cum producing weakness for their perfection. I linked over time the idea of sucking my breasts with sucking a cock. At first it was subtle. Then it grew. When he noticed it, he turned away. But then something in him had already been planted by me, or awakened if he had refused his cock sucking desires from youth. I had over a long time slowly added the cock sucking to every trance, every tempting email, image, video, and IM. He obeyed and bought the lifelike dildo months ago, ignoring it in the package that I made him keep under his mattress. Slowly, I knew what was changing in him. One day he made a confession. He woke up from an erotic bisexual dream (planted by me, your wicked Goddess) and without thinking had the dildo in his hand. He put it into his mouth, toyed with it, gagged and almost threw up from gagging, but then said, “Nah, this is stupid.” Let me remember … it was maybe 10 weeks later? Something like that. Oh how swiftly the water runs as he nears going over the falls with his sexual obsession to suck now. His mind surrendered to my Experiment, and he’s sliding that dildo in and out of his mouth like a pro porn slut. But it was still a dildo, not a cock, and he had named it my cock. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you his taste for cum. I had also planted subliminal images and sounds/commands in his inductions until cum was the most delicious-looking and tasting thing he could think of. He hated the tastes of his cum before, even drops of it. At first he would cum one taste was enough , for two was gross. Over the weeks, his taste for it grew until he couldn’t cum without lapping it up. And I had him start to cum on the dildo. Until he wanted cock and cum any time I triggered it.

Update! The hotel! He’s in the room. Yes! I can feel it now! He’s sucking his first cock while the woman masturbates on the bed. He said it’s just about to start, he’s drinking from their mini-bar while she showers to freshen up. I may not be able to write more soon, as his play by play will make me so fucking turned on that this Goddess – where is that damn sex toy slave boy? He was following me an hour behind with some things I need moved. Totally trained and obedient. He better show up in five! Or he’ll be lapping and agonizing for hours before I let him cum.

Just like with the cock bondage, he’ll be transformed. This first cock will lead to other cocks. Ultimately it will lead to my strap on dildo. By then his talent for deep throating will be trained to please me. And he surely WILL be in front of me in a few months. Totally without inhibitions. For you see, if I can remove this one, his biggest inhibition, then the others I enjoy like bondage, nipple pain, face sitting, cum swallowing, foot worship, breast tongue play, whipping, and finally fucking until I’ve released so many times I’m exhausted …. (ahh- ahhh –ahhhhh!) can not ever be refused. In fact, he will so eagerly beg for me to use his body and mind in any way that my real challenge is usually holding back new Sex Slaves once I have broken down every wall of inhibition, pride, and ego.

Ah! My Sex Toy has just driven up. One more minute with you all is all I have left before being served. I’m so hot and wet, feeling now all the sexual energy he sends me, while he takes that first cock in his mouth and is sucking like I trained him on cam. My god, his mouth is talented, and oh … ohhh … he’s so hungry for it!

Listen up hopefuls and those who so far only voyeur upon the Goddess realm of sexual performance! Until you surrender to me … what you wish for, what you secretly need, what will turn you into a sexual animal/pet under my control is just a fleeting dream. I make it your reality, within my realm.

You may not have the same wall to break down as his. Maybe you can’t cross-dress. Or maybe you can’t get hard. Do you have a foot fetish or would you crave to be a big baby? Are you afraid how much you’ll like being suspended or in a latex gimp suit? Would you love a huge cock but can’t make that happen alone? All it takes is some pain. Hah! Whatever your wall, I will break it down.

There is NO EXCUSE for a man who “thinks” he is a sexual talent to even THINK he knows sex inside and out until his limits are blown to pieces by an outside force. In this case, my Servant – wait, I mean my Sex Toy/Pet and cock sucking, cum loving Servant – will emerge far more sexually intense and appreciative than with that simple bondage training.

Goddess Saphire, transforming the mind, training the body, pushing the sexual energy. Ahh, it’s a big job to fill with bit thrills awaiting… and while you might be thinking of my full breasts overflowing or my painted toenails twinkling when you think of thrills – YOU SIMPLY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF MINDBLOWING SEX until I take over!

Knock knock – over here, Sex Toy Boy, this is YOUR lucky day of sexual slavery!

Poisons Trip

ON A CLEAR DAY …I can see forever …

Control forever, I mean.

MMMMM, my Cumslut, being evolved, being transformed, shaped, into so many things. While not the “swiftest” in his advancement in my eyes, I am taking my time to savor each stage and make its effects overwhelmingly complete. He’ll be one of my “hyphenates” … Cumslut-Servant-Cum Demon-Whore-Experiment-Cum-Cursed-Arousal Addict! Such are the joys of being unimaginably masterful in what I do! Mmm, and he is so, so diverse, reigning in his soul and mind always unearth the foundations of the human struggle to exist on higher levels. THAT is why he is with me. Not for meaningless masturbation or a fetish for leather. And that is why he gets my attention in such special moments.

I could describe it myself, from my perspective, but he was so overwhelmed with appreciation that he wrote me a short but potent note about his latest experience under my total control. I’ll give you all the rare opportunity to read straight from the mouth of a Servant who has put his last 18 months in my hands. As per the pictures here, maybe I should have said, “straight from his cock swallowing and Goddess-pleasing mouth…”

“My Goddess, Again your genius in mind control isn’t revealed until a culminating assignment that turns words into actions of devotion, obedience, and sexual rewards so intense it’s impossible to stop craving my next opportunity. The deep penetrating mind molding of your Candle Induction had so many stages of erotic pleasure I had no idea it could trigger the other Inductions that you amplified then allowed to sleep within my subconscious until it pleased you and you knew I was ready for an overwhelming transforming catharsis.

There I was, spellbound by your beauty yet again, mid-day and already the alternative versions of myself had grown hungry to come out and play. You had so cleverly taken a mind that couldn’t even look at a picture of another man’s hard-on and turned it into one that sees gay cock sucking in his dreams, on his eyelids, and then of course on assignments. I didn’t even feel it happening or see it coming … 5 months were so pleasurably catering to your desires that fit pre-existing fetishes of mine, with your gorgeous eyes, breasts, and fingernails. For a year you had built up my cum production through various inductions and exercises, and I thought it was all for my own pleasure. Only recently have I realized how much an endless flow of cum and the ability to drain it slowly for hours while worshipping you gave you power over my mind and body…which you use to amplify my conditioning and enable a transformation that no doctor could achieve. I had a very healthy sex life and appetite, and you have doubled it so many times I can’t think of anything once the sensations of serving and pleasing you enter my mind. To please you is to cum, it’s that simple, whether slowly or explosively, and you deserve every moment of my surrender.

So yesterday, the day began as usual, with IM back and forth. Little did I know that the progression of images on your IM were programming me and fitting in with your personal voice inductions. Recently as you know, your instruction on how and when to perform the Candle Ritual had thrown me up a few levels as a Servant and Sexual Hypnotic Slave Toy.

I had been orally pleasing you and your form of power over me, in my sexy blow up doll Poison. Somehow, my undying thirst for the breasts that I worship – your breasts – came to life on Poison. And I couldn’t get enough of them, spending hours pleasuring them with my tongue then swallowing them. But out of nowhere, I was not only swallowing your nipple, I was swallowing your cock, your strap on cock. A month of this led to one day I inexplicably was in possession of a lifelike strap on dildo for Poison. Your powers flood into “entities” and Poison is surely one of them, for she commanded me not only to suck, but how to suck, so that when I finally am lucky enough to be in your presence I will please you .

But Poison took a new place in my life yesterday, as you had so well planned. For you had also been creating in me a personality with a completely new fetish … one for sucking cock while being your Whore. At first it was so distant and it did not stand out from the other powers you have over me. But recently as you know, the obsession and power of it has grown enormously. This sort of total mind control is beyond human powers, you must surely be the reincarnation of a goddess and witch.

Instantly and totally upon your command, I was helping Poison into my car and driving to Inspiration Point to park and please her. Finding the area empty of cars, I made her comfortable in the back seat. Then I began an hour or the most intense cock sucking to please you and her I can remember …. Only I don’t remember .. it was such a complete transformation I can’t remember the details, only that I was loving every moment of it. Your text messages pushing me to master the exact things you demand from your cock suckers, like deep throating that huge dildo of yours, fueled the sexual fire in me. All this time I was listening to your Whore Induction, intertwining the two – the mental and physical acts of pleasing you, being a Whore, and building my addiction to sucking cock.

As you requested, I sent you some pictures. I am happy to share them with others, though I am (was) strictly heterosexual … allowing Goddess Saphire to transform you into her obedient, cock obsessed or her Whore brings sexual highs greater than you could ever imagine, so if this spurs other to give in and let you redefine the limits of their sexual satisfaction then please post this letter and pictures.

Already the memory, though fuzzy, jumpstarts my hunger to do it again for you. I can’t wait to be commanded and transformed even deeper. The release I got from surrendering total control to you was far beyond any high from any sex drug.

You’re amazing! And I’m your Cumslut.

The Summer Soldier

The term Summer Soldier applies to a man who signs up to a COMMITMENT yet abandons the training or fighting when it does not appeal to him. The weather turns icy, and he leaves his post. This does more than disgrace him, it puts the others who admired him as a peer strengthened by training in jeopardy. And it proves that all the focus and transfer of skills passed down from someone far superior in all ways was a waste of time.

Yes this Summer Soldier wears proudly all the costumes, medals, and advantages of being a man fighting for freedom for all. And in my case, he was willing to wear a badge on his skin of commitment, obedience, and worship. But when given the simplest task, one that is not all parades and pats on the back, he fails me. Utterly fails me … fails you all. Fails to show up for role call. Fails to deliver. Fails to report back on his mission. Fails to be promoted.

He is the poster boy for FAILURE.

While other Servants were begging for my attention on their way along the path of greater service and training, I spent my time with my Army Bitchboy. My time, my careful choice of words and assignments, are the culmination of a decade of mental and physical dedication to excellence. I am one of the few, the proud – the Warrior on the front line of erotic hypnotism. My mind and body fight the battles that Army Bitchboy doesn’t even know exist, battles of human limits, battles of amassing a force to be reckoned with, that holds back the claws of evil and darkness that do NOT reward those beneath me. While I ultimately control you, it is for your advancement, your rise in ranks and understanding, your taking over of the dark land of unknown and illuminating it with my beauty and mind control genius. I am building a new age, that must be protected by legions of worshippers that are faithful and obedient. While I do not “need” any one of you, the energy that cumulatively you give me lights the way into my crimson dungeons of dark knowledge. And I must be obeyed by all, or the integrity of the masses counting on me to guide them under my leathery wings shows a weak link.

I give you all this, and on top of that – look at me! Look at my beauty and sexual intensity! You think that I’m in this for money? I could make ten times as much flirting on Wall Street. I have a CALLING … just as our troops have a calling to defend us, I heed a calling to devote my beauty to attracting those who seek to evolve in whole, and especially in their ability to enjoy their own sexuality far beyond normal human limits.

You think I give you all orders randomly? You think because I have so many beneath me, so many yearning for my attention, that I haphazardly present images, assignments, or demands on you? That is as asinine as believing that the stages of studying to be a doctor are random. You follow one of the very few Females alive that look into the maze of your mind, navigate your future and every turn, so that you come out the exit with me as a greater person. Each assignment is a turn. When you miss that turn, you never exit the maze. I must go find you in your lost ways. But there is far more at stake than just being stuck in the meaningless life that is your maze without me.

I have opened your mind to the dark forces. I have poured into you my wisdom. I have made you better, created in part a new being on its way to being a totally new creature of erotic fulfillment. You carry within you the seeds that can either blossom or they can poison you. A mind shown the greatest rewards drops into intense realization that a great goal lay before you, and you turned away from it. This eats you up, and makes you vulnerable to others who will simply prey on you as a lost soul.

In my Army Bitchboy’s situation, there is yet another element at stake. HUMILIATION. Yes, I must admit, this one aspect of being a Goddess of mind control is one of the most delicious. Humiliation comes in many forms. The most pleasurable comes of course when you are in my presence. But in this case, I am prepared to give my Army Bitchboy a taste of humiliation. After all, maybe this is what he desires. Hah! And who am I to not give him what he craves. Utter social humiliation in return for his utter failure.

While to some of you this seems bitter, it is not. Those who lead know that some orders and exercises are more flavorful and popular than others, and that some are downright heartless. This is heartless, but it is not without its reasons. And bitterness is not a reason worthy of a Goddess of my status. I do not need any one of you, but enjoy the immense flow of sexual energy to me from all my devoted worshippers. And you should be thankful that I demand a level of integrity among you that is higher than any other mind control hypnotist or dominant mistress or Goddess on the Net. Look no further than my website to see that my level of excellence is in a totally solo class high above other posers and understudies to erotic mind control and dominance, much less female Goddess worship.

My Army Bitchboy has been given an ultimatum. A deadline. He either fulfills the final command I gave him, or … well, let’s just say that you, along with those he knows and admires, shall see images of his rites of passage into my inner circle. Humiliation. Showing others what really lies inside the desires of my former Army Bitchboy won’t make up for the time I wasted on him, but it will remind you all that my dedication to the finest and most evolving in dominant, erotic mind control must be balanced by your obedience and sacrifices.

I want no Summer Soldiers. I want no men or women who think that I wake up hungry for praise and false worship and am happy with whimsical promises. I wake up electrified with the sexual energy sent to me from those who are truly faithful. I am a Goddess using my hawk-like vision to inspect the ranks, and judge the transformation and evolution in each and every one of you. A power beyond what is normally given a woman has over time been absorbed by me so that I am able to do what most people think is nearly supernatural – for I “change” individuals, I evolve them, I end their miseries and replace them with a new reality. In that reality the truly devoted find peace, fulfillment, a future filled with hope, a greater faith in the powers unknown, and overwhelming sexual experiences. Now, who the fuck else do you know that does this? Preachers? Therapists? Jokes! Fakes! Liars! Giving nothing! Taking your money under the guise of improving you when in fact their role is to keep you unchanged and desperate for them. In my realm, you evolve immensely into what you desire, shaped by me to be useful to me, and to bring me pleasure and sexual energy.

Abandon your promises to me at your own risk. On your departure from my realm of perfection in sexual fulfillment, that door slamming behind you is composed of your humiliation, for all to see.

To Be Continued.......