tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71464073897206660992008-07-04T11:07:34.599-07:00Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-30639440185471720422008-07-04T10:51:00.000-07:002008-07-04T11:07:34.642-07:00

It’s not just a sign of worship, it’s titillating and, well … adorable as a puppy love, though it’s much more demonic and twisted than an innocent puppy. I’m talking about my Devil Puppy, my Lucifer-inspired Servant, my sexual deviant, my slave for my sexual powers. Devil Puppy made one of the ultimate expressions of eternal devotion to his Goddess – he tattooed my initials on his

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Experience What Its Like To Be A Girl Today!!!! VIRTUAL INDUCTION MP3 Don’t throw out the wire hangers, you’ll need them to hang up all the window dressing (image, attitude, etc.) of your past life. Few voyeuristic events tickle me more than creating a woman from a man. In the past, to do it thoroughly took months, and painstakingly repetitive inductions. After all, a mind

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-88111055091518210922008-06-30T12:31:00.000-07:002008-07-03T05:28:40.905-07:00

Order BRAINWASHED Today VIRTUAL SCRIPT INDUCTION 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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-58086731395952667952008-06-25T08:35:00.000-07:002008-06-25T08:42:32.731-07:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-42540102372735410212008-06-23T23:27:00.000-07:002008-06-25T08:34:50.367-07:00

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,

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-47884365626313817082008-06-22T09:29:00.000-07:002008-06-22T09:58:07.111-07:00

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

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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

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Purchase The Above Original Pics and Others Here Admirers - Your Physical Addiction 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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-82240781746389067742008-06-15T14:52:00.000-07:002008-06-15T14:58:37.576-07:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-25987401565317743822008-06-09T09:00:00.000-07:002008-06-09T09:08:13.447-07:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-15515690461147445682008-06-05T11:59:00.000-07:002008-06-05T12:02:59.328-07:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-53549315982385092542008-05-09T18:08:00.000-07:002008-05-09T18:24:25.575-07:00

You know what gets me hot? What gets me wet? What makes it so, so hard to keep my own fingers off myself? Submissives taking action under my watchful eye, taking initiative to show me how under my leathery wings they break out, become creative as Servants and Admirers in ways to please me. And especially ways to make me greater, more erotically powerful. For isn’t that why you are here,

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-81682509891659778162008-04-21T11:29:00.000-07:002008-04-21T11:38:23.518-07:00

With my new house decorated, and MY DUNGEON (Your Paradise of Pain, Orgasm, and Servitude) only awaiting my custom made slave furnishing … I felt compelled to spend some of the Tribute money sent by Servants on re-designing my NYC-view condo. These Servants learned the rewards that extra time spent with me makes it the best spent money of their month. After all, you go out for drinks and blow a

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-74137440567978988032008-04-17T10:48:00.000-07:002008-04-17T10:51:08.161-07:00

Subtitled: “Guerillas in the Midst … of Perfection” Every e mail or application to serve me that I open, I’m not filled with disdain and boredom like the part time, poser dommes on the Internet, doing this to get some gas money for the weekend. As much as I have experienced, and as high as my standards are, the purity of my mission and significance of the role I grow to fill in a world needing

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-21701771581923964682008-04-17T10:12:00.000-07:002008-04-17T10:19:51.479-07:00

I knew it was only a matter of time before my website hit “critical mass.” By that I mean, so many people in the erotic hypnosis and mind control dome world spread word it was the most elaborate, artistic, real, and truly powerful website for men and women destined to surrender to a woman of authority. The growth was small at first, then hit a new plateau … then another one a month ago … and

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-84697336191252541602008-04-14T12:30:00.000-07:002008-04-14T14:43:56.433-07:00

Madonna - 4 Minutes I rule over men, and understand their weaknesses. I wonder if I were a mere man how long I could delay falling into my ensnaring beauty. So many men fail in their first second to qualify as someone I respect due to the way they nearly explode with attention to my body and face. It’s the ones who respond to my power that have a chance. Men cannot prevent their body from

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-26786438224136626222008-04-10T12:21:00.000-07:002008-04-10T12:27:43.283-07:00

He could feel the heat steaming off my breasts, from between my legs, the excitement pushing my heart to beat faster and faster, my need to push my luck to take more and more. I was so wet for more I couldn’t stop … that’s when he put his cards on the table. He surrendered, surrendered $1,000 for chips, chips I was using to win on the tables at the casino in Foxwood. The dealer had trouble

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-22368305410566515882008-03-24T16:37:00.000-07:002008-03-24T16:39:33.183-07:00

“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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-18395547495654514322008-03-20T13:29:00.000-07:002008-03-20T13:41:56.574-07:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-9353171550913575432008-03-07T12:35:00.000-08:002008-03-07T12:38:20.604-08:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-46055174833046316392008-03-07T07:55:00.000-08:002008-03-07T08:35:28.798-08:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-11244179754069149322008-03-04T12:49:00.000-08:002008-03-04T13:14:24.221-08:00

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

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-2363960550677719552008-02-28T19:04:00.000-08:002008-02-28T19:30:31.913-08:00

PLEASE YOUR GODDESS He who dies getting me the most toys wins! Wins what? My desire to continue giving attention. Gratitude isn't part of my attitude, but a pleased Goddess still smiles upon the devoted. Empty my wishlists. I just filled it up all over again.I'll keep filling them up, but a never ending game is never ending fun.

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The spells been cast, and in the well, you see the live's she's broken. As you stare at the abyss, the pit returns your gaze, through the eyes of thousands tortured in her claws. See for yourself why they return over and over to that Exquisite Misery called Goddess Saphire. On an even more pleasant note this has been quite a good day for me. One of my Secret Admirers has filled my account with

Goddess Saphirenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146407389720666099.post-51828222595089944922008-02-24T12:03:00.000-08:002008-02-25T20:48:48.518-08:00

More of what controls you, the perfection of Saphire teasing you with nothing and everything at once. Worship my body as I allow you to glimpse of what a selective few attain. It's never this free..

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