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All Good Things Cum To Those Who Wait

“Good God!” you think to yourself. “What could drive a man to simply give over so much to a woman, even if she is a Goddess?” I am sure that many of you could not see what I see … and I will tell you later what I see in this image. For now I have a story to tell.

If the Adams Family gave out Merit Badges, this one would be The Give Til It Hurts Merit Badge.

All right, so patience is NOT one of my virtues; however, like all crafty predators, I build what snares my prey. The design starts on the outside, but ends inside. And once inside, there is no stopping it achieving ultimate dominance.

The outside trap is Me – the Diety of Perfection you salivate over more every time my image penetrates your mind. The poses, flaunting the long legs that lead to my hottest deepest temptation. My long hair cascading down my shoulders and chest. Fingernails that claw your mind with fetishes and desire that can only be felt once you earn your way to be in my presence. How easily a body dripping with sexuality short-circuits the defenses of men. And what is so amusing to me is that this is initially the most powerful of my traps. Yet it pales in comparison to my voice, wicked mental traps, advanced Ericksonian hypnosis, and limitless desire to give men what they desire until it enslaves them and drives them nearly insane. For in that final state, I gain absolute control over their minds, lives, bodies and souls. So powerful is this force once I unite it inside of you, that it can wipe out your past, recreate memories as I command them into your brain, and it will make me the center of your future.

How could a woman achieve such goddess-like greatness? Hmm, for a hint – do you know what The Borg is? Yes, the woman in the center of the Star Trek sensation? The overly (and oddly) irresistible Bork Woman? Anyone approaching her knows she is evil. Every man knows he should run. And yet, they are drawn to her. The more they see of her wickedly powerful will and the total enslavement of the men, the harder it is for them to divert from the destiny that she creates out of sheer POWER over minds and bodies. The Bork army, enslaved, does anything she commands. Anything. And they live wonderfully fulfilled in her entity.

Entity. Some of you are lucky enough to have heard me use that word with you. I reserve it for those who have risen up a few ranks from Admirer. My will is an Entity not unlike The Borg. And while you explore my world, my space craft of evil, you think you will escape. Maybe it is because the Borg move slowly. But their secret is to be relentless. To block your escape. To appeal to your curiosity. To move only when I, the Borg Goddess, commands them. Instead of soldiers, I use an array of pictures, stories, recordings, video clips, and trainings. You do enjoy them, don’t you? And want more of them? It is only natural for you to be drawn from one Borg to another, each one taking you progressively deeper into my will.

The Slave in the picture? Does he regret giving me that money? Hah! Oh if you only could hear how he begs to repeat that euphoria he felt as that new level of mind control Borg took over and showed him his deeper rewards for being such a good Pay Piggie. Do you know what is so sexy about Borg’s Domina? My Doppelganger? My mirrored Minister or euphoric Enslavement? She gains power with every newly enslaved mind and will. She fuses it with her own. And then turns it on in the commands to The Borg army.

When I post a new video clip, all the sexual power and erotic mind control that I bled from the souls and minds and cum spilling erections gets infused within the images. You need to look closely, and several times, to see hints of how this is done.

Well my Pay Piggie above has discovered that as he climbs up each level of The Borg, he moves closer to his Diety of Perfection. And with that, a more intense level or erotic fulfillment penetrates his mind and body. Yes, of course when he first planned to give less I manipulated his mind to increase the tribute for my powers and focus on him. But he would not have explored the depths of his surrender and felt the overwhelming pleasure that comes from pleasing me. If you could have heard his trembling voice as his offering rose and rose like the head of his cock, you would understand that this was a Borg kept on the verge of Orgasm for thirty minutes as my voice mind-fucked that hard-on – both mental and physical – until he exploded in both pleasure and money.

The excruciatingly sexual high he felt as my mind stroked his every escape from paying more for his orgasm of giving grew with every dollar. A foolish woman simple demands more. I made his rise to glory as suspenseful as free-climbing without a net. The fear of falling from my grace and cock hardening commands drained him of all resistance as he climbed to be closer to my attention and Goddess glow of obedience.

It reminds me of my dear Cumslut, who barely noticed as he showed his worship by giving me a credit card that he would load with money as I triggered him. Several years now, since The Borg first touched him. He was constantly exploring my realm, observing my Borg, participating in Borg exercises to some level. Because I let him come and go, he thought that The Borg had not infected him. As so many of you reading now believe. What you don’t know, and he didn’t know, is that The Borg spreads within you far more than it spreads outside of you. I know that if the trap is sprung too early, that the prey escapes, or at least retreats too far to enjoy watching the pain of transformation. Cumslut was drawn in by the most seemingly pleasurable Curses I offer – the Cum Curse. What man wouldn’t want to be able to cum many times a day? Or have wet dreams of his Goddess? Or be constantly creating cum? The pleasure distracts, while my evil works its way within the mind. Gradually the cum production made it irresistible to not taste more and more cum each day. He didn’t feel enslaved, for the Borg were not around him. He might even not see me for days. But the Borg had infected him with massive cum production. And what does a Goddess do with this Curse now that it works so well? It is yet another thread, another muscle I flex, of The Borg.

I propelled him from The Cum Curse easily, for after all, this Goddess only implanted one of the most pleasurable things in his mind. So when I suggested he try The Experiment, he did willingly. And from both, he saw no move on my part to abuse his surrender, or take more than he was willing to give. I milked his mental cock for other things, and his body his quite fit, so I found it enjoyable to watch him on cam, licking up massive volumes of cum for over an hour. Then came the Candle Induction, making him obsessed in a love level over me. Followed this with Foot Worship. Each one of these is like a new muscle guiding my new Borg, but all were mental muscles. And so it was that I led him to Whore Time. When I did that, he did not even feel as my words and will so delicately replaced the core of his will and mind with that of a developing Whore. I let it incubate. He came and went. But now, as I destined for him, The Borg is ready to move as I command him.

Just as the Pay Piggie was so deeply pleasured by each dollar he added to his tribute, Cumslut will be pleasured as he adds obsession to his need to suck cock and drink cum for his Goddess. The Borg has him now. Looking as if he has free will and is normal, he is yet unable to move outside of my Borg life now. Just as the Pay Piggie, who is also caught in my Borg trap of erotic pleasure. The orgasms both feel as I push them to deeper Borg servitude and enslavement to my powers and fetishes only grow greater. And you know the wonderful bonus from my Cumsut’s transformation into a Whore? Like the Pay Piggie, the more he sucks cock for me, the more money he gives me for each cock, the greater the pleasure. Think that is insane? Hah! Your own fetishes betray you. How would you like coming twice, three times, four times from your fetish. Let the Borg enter you and you will see why neither can stray from me. You want it. You know you do. And I can see the Borg in you already. The pleasure comes from surrendering your will, and naturally you will rise in pleasure as you do what I emplant in your mind and will and soul.

You know what I see that image as? A universal mirror. Yes, that Pay Piggie is YOU. Kid yourself all you want. You have come often enough, looked often enough, that the Borg has infected you. As my Cumslut Whore sinks deeper into enslavement and obsession to suck cock and serve me, the image in the mirror becomes clear. And while part of his mind still remembers life before the Borg, that is fading. He wants a quick push to the pinnacles of worship, but then I would miss out on the nearly torturous stages of accepting that I now control his every fetish, movement, and desire … for him, sucking cock and drinking cum and tributing has become his highest goal … for the Pay Piggie he only wants to feel how intense the pleasure is when he gives me even more. The bigger the cock sucked, the more cum that explodes, the greater the intoxicating obedience becomes.

What is funny about both, is that at each stage they think “Oh, now I feel it.” But the reality is, “No you haven’t!” You will when you finally are in my presence. Until then, as the Borg Goddess, I enjoy my patience, every cum drop, toe lick, bitch slap, dollar, yen, gift, jewel, dress, stiletto, and Christmas Stocking Stuffer the smarter, luckier, more fulfilled Servants and Admirers bestow upon their Diety.

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Balls and Chains

“It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.” How appropriate that Voltaire said that in a book “The Second Cumming” er, my err, “The Second Coming.” That quote always finds a way into my conversations with a Married Man. That is, if he shows me a glimmer of potential to become something of more value to me, entitling him to my Instant Message company, on chat, phone, or in person. A few inductions, viewing some of my essential videos, and a test phone call feed what we both need to know before breaking your chains. For once I break you, that is, your chains, your life won’t be the same, and those changes will be where you have long fantasized. It is far easier to break a chain to an unfulfilling life than it is to restore a chain, because after you see the world I unveil, every cell in your body fights a return to a mental, sexual, spiritual, and physical prison and vacuum.

I understand the appeal of marriage. There is predictability, a sense of history with one person, religion, tests of faith, two people as a team overcoming the odds, children if you have them. It is the global standard for so many things. A grand celebration is held, the approval of family and friends. Even tax breaks. Yet I don’t know a single married man that is truly happy. The term “ball and chain” says it all. They feel chained to a weight pulling them down. Working tirelessly, often without appreciation for years. Henpecked. Emasculated. Sharing the bed with a woman who has cut her hair to look like David Bowie, and in most other ways looks nothing like the woman that he married. But it is not the looks that turns away most men to seek me. It is that part of a woman that all “real women” say men should love them for – their heart and mind. Wives say any decent men will look past fabulous looks or faded looks and stay faithfully fascinated, lustful, and compassionate due to what they say and know. It might work, if the words out of their mouths were in any way what their husbands want to hear to remain a worthy donor to the gene pool. Usually it is the opposite.

Bitter, repetitive, nagging delivery. Stale, uninspiring, selfish words.

They are chained to their wives, who are a phantom of the ideal of “happily ever after.” Their balls, the wives’ chains. It is this way …

Until I meet them. Clever, cunning, cumming – his are orgasms of the body while mine are orgasms of the power of the mind. I see him as the oversexed animal, needing freedom … replacing the marriage chains with more exciting ones that –oh, surprise – are also in play with the balls, but these balls produce pleasure.

I started this revealing the path I took to become such a wise, authoritative, transforming, and gorgeous Goddess, so I shall pick up where I left off. At 20 years old.

After my teens I traversed New York to find men to hone my hypnotic and erotic powers on. It was the chance meeting with a stunning, powerful woman that opened my eyes to my potential. I was a natural Goddess, one gifted in erotic pleasures as much as I was given the raw ingredients for the ultimate levels of mind control. Captivating expressive eyes, full lips, very large breasts, thin waist, long legs, perfect feet, dazzling hands, and a voice that could melt wills. On top of that, I had a sex drive that knew no limits – except that I kept it under pressure so that when I focused it on men it would enslave them by its energy as much as my body. This woman, who had spent years refining the art of luring and then controlling and dominating men mentally and sexually, was my mentor for a year. I don’t like using the term Dominatrix, because of the stereotypes. She could do the standard flogging, caging, tormenting, enslaving, that others do, but she went far deeper into mind control. As her “assistant” I witnessed the most unbelievable sexual acts. She could take a man totally broken by his wife and rebuild him into a creature of pleasure, pain, service, submission, sexual slavery, Olympic stamina, gymnast techniques, encaged pet, foot worshipper, cross dresser, momma’s boy – anything she desired. It would only take a few minutes for her to sense which of the above was sleeping within the needy mind of the men. And she would either wake it up, or embed an avalanche of fetish material to spread it in the mind until the role of an obedient, addicted, sexually active slave took over.

Would you like to orgasm 5 times in two hours? Have wet dreams? Of course you would. But in giving this gift, I learned how to peel away what in your mind was now mine. The amazing thing is, this mental-surgical transforming of the married man, from pathetic suffering fool to sexual programmed slave left no scars. No marks. He could indulge in the most wicked sexual acts, and return home undetected.

What elevated my mentor and myself to the realm of Goddess was the mental aspect – the mind control. Humans are what we think. And I could make the married man think anything and everything. What served me, and amused me, was turning him free, and showing him that he should have listened when I said “be careful what you wish for.’ There is nothing more fascinating than watching how my Goddess talents feed a fetish and shape the mind until it is unbearably erotic. It is enslaving. But it is empowering and balancing for them too. I fib you not, when I tell you that the successful married men that have fallen under my sexual spell have all seen their greatest financial achievements due to our activities, his surrender of pressures, and my delivery of a new reality. While he serves me, he rises above other men, any health issue diminishes or disappears due to the intense energy and confidence I unleash, while I leash him. Alpha males are even more so dominant after they submit to me. And the rewards they bestow upon me to them for the first time in a long time show true VALUE. The return on the investment of time and money beats any Wall Street promises. The more they train under me, the faster they accelerate into erotic and financial glory. So naturally, whatever is expensed to rediscover true competitive drive and success is simply the best decision they make – and they tell me that over and over. My attention rises as they do, for I share their pride in what I have created in them, or woke up, if that is the case.

Envision this – you are so at the mercy of my ravenous need for more control that you are begging to not experience any more pleasure, to slow down the transforming of you into nothing more than the pure essence of your innermost sexual fantasy and fetish. You can’t get there by yourself. You would have long ago. You need me, a woman of beauty and authority, to break the chains that pussy whipped you and browbeat you, that told you that you are too tired to orgasm again and again, or are too timid to lick the toes of a Goddess, or show the woman in you as you suck my strap on while you’re serving me.

Yes, it take a special mind to understand the married man and what makes him tick, what makes him cum, what makes him addicted, what makes him serve.

At the end of my mentorship with this woman, she allowed me a final test. I had requested they were all married, because I wanted them to also feel the secret pleasures of what I put them through longer. And Married Men, due to their chains, are proven to keep replaying what I put them through hundreds of times until he surrenders again.
Imagine yourself as one of the three men who she had tutored me to mentally enslave. The foot fetishist kneels on a pad before me, ready to anoint and paint my toes, and prove his submission with hours of foot massages – and if he’s lucking, kissing and toe sucking. My Whore has a slave collar, and is tethered to a chair. In front of him are two gorgeous Princesses, and myself, all wearing impressively large strap-ons. And finally there is the pay piggie, the masochist, who is strapped to a chair. His mind is melting, as he eyes face a screen that shows endless video loops of his Goddess taking over his mind. With the other two watching, I got from one slave to the next, personally ramping up their mind control. For hours I take them deeper into total hypnotic bliss. The pools of cum from their dripping cocks starts as a spot but is quickly a puddle. One sucks my strap on cock while the other might kiss my feet and the other is whipped until his cock is rock hard. Then I switch. Each of them has specific triggers, all of them are married. All of them blessing me repetitively over how they exist for these private moments. It is nearly unbearably rewarding to them. Funny how many man have trouble getting it up for their wives, yet with me, they might remain erect for over an hour without touching, and release streams of cum at my command. Naturally they return to work or to home feeling complete. They are more naturally dominant, they are not angry any more, they are not feeling like they sold out their lives. I am the anti-mid-life crisis!

This was my orientation to one of my specialties. Meaning YOU, my ensnared Married one.

In my next story, I will take you into the world as I make it for you now. Keep in my good graces, show me that this is something you value, that has some tangible and real return on my investment of time and a lifetime of wisdom, and before you know it, your reality will be what I make of it.

Covet-It Does The Body Good

Only the most divine, gorgeous, and wickedly talented Goddesses of erotic mind control master the art of transforming andmutually enjoying all the rewards out of Married Men – for they are a specialty unto themselves. A treat among treats. Married men have learned how to value their private experiences to balance the risk of getting themselves in trouble.While most women suffer under this gaze, a deity like Myself rises to the pinnacles of approval. Read this as you should, and you
will not only be aroused, you will learn the steps taken to on my rise to being the ultimate experience of your life. Want to be graced with my presence, stare into eyes that understand what you need and glaze over as my breasts conceal the soul that will command you to euphoric service? These three chapters offer the clues to your dream.

We all start on our paths of greater sexual fulfillment with coveting what we see. My vision before you makes you covet in a sexual way. Yet once you approach it, closer study reveals a reward a thousand times greater than you had hoped for.
Because I know you Married men … I make you into what you fetish and secretly know what you need – only I create this future realm of erotic servitude on my terms, and mold you into a sexual energy so intense that cum oozes out of you each time you submit to my control.

Let’s first look at your life before me. So much is demanded of Married Men, they want to relax and let a stunning woman with far more sexual power than they have take control, and guide them to higher sexual existence. They’ve earned it, but
few women know the keys to your mental, physical, and sexual pleasure … or how to unlock the doors that have been slammed shut with years of bitching, refusals, insults – at the same time appealing to your dormant need to serve a woman
who is sexually and mentally superior to you. And you DO need a woman of authority, to transform you above the bullshit you put up with, and return you to the sexual animal you were in college.

How does it begin? You already revealed your need by contacting me. If you got this far you are under inspection to see if you are worthy of my time. If you are – well, this story shall spell out what lies ahead.

Covet what you see in me, for soon it will grow into the temptation, balanced with the sins of the flesh you previously could barely imagine. It is the only way to counter all the hell you go through, so you can reward yourself on a level that blows out all the dark reminders that you should be appreciated for all you are and do. Appreciation by me can be illuminating, painful, wicked, guiding, but it is always erotically charged. What you deny yourself on a daily basis magnifies the deep need married men have to surrender to a woman of power and authority, in the process taking away from them any other option but to give in to what they desire. The pressure to accept that they want the world I give them more than their boring, unappreciated life is merciless. Glimpses of the rewards – my eyes, lips, breasts, legs, and all other objects of desire -- will lead you to yourself if you only listen to my voice, follow my inductions, savor my videos, and submit to my expert molding of your mind and cock. The sexual animal that evolves through my mind control is unique to each of you, but know this! The level of sexual performance, obedience, suffering, fetish, potency, and pleasure cannot be fathomed until you have let me lead you a while down the path to becoming my favored Servant, slave, cumslut,admirer, pleasure source … or anything else your Goddess desires to make you of you. Your sexual world will explode, and I will harness that power into what serves me best.Ah but I get ahead of myself. How did my expertise with you Married Men begin? Like all things that are natural to people, my talents sprouted young. This is part one. Read all three and you will see how I rose from tempting mind control nymph, through time spent creating my realm of worshippers, and finally ends with the erotic world under my control and beauty.

As a Deity of Desire, a Goddess, you would think I get jaded taking the heart, mind, soul, and sex of a man – but nothing is more captivating to me than transforming you into a sexual pleasure machine. I have had this body you now see a while, and
from teenage years boys and men threw themselves at me. With C breasts sprouting wayyyy before graduation, and DD’s by 18, with a tiny waist and long trim legs that I showed off, I felt the power of my body very early. But that was boring to me
after enough school time gawking. Plus boys my age were too easy to figure out, and not enough fun to control or arouse. I had begun my own form of mind control in my early teens, forcing boys to listen to my voice as they stated at me, lulling them
to think of me first. But you know that the most fun I had was when I would sleep over at the house of girlfriend’s. Married men were such a turn on. And I was lucky, because several of my girlfriends had really handsome fathers, of all races:
Italian, German, Asian, Brazilian, English (his cock would throb so much it would move in his pants when I would stretch on the sofa while pretending to watch tv.) Married men were sexy to me for a number of reasons. One reason is that they were
so tempted, but would not do anything. This allowed me to push how much I could flirt. And their hard-ons showing in their pants were mesmerizing. I would tease them until big wet spots would show. The moment I got the itch to control the body
and mind of a girlfriend, I would get myself invited over for the night. Or if not for the night, for some late night studying. I would make sure I wore a very short skirt. A tight bra, and show lots of cleavage. It was sheer torture. Tickling my friend, playing with the dog rolling on the floor. Then I would go to the kitchen and sit on the counter. Once his face started flushing, I knew that with my voice, I could persuade him to treat us to a movie, or a little shopping. But that was just an innocent goal. I soon learned that Married Men NEED SO MUCH control to be set free and sexual. And I was just the devilishly talented young woman to give them more than they could handle.

A little reading at 18 gave me the first insight into maximizing mind control. I talked to a doctor I met who did hypnotherapy, pretending it was for me. I learned some advanced ways . It also made clear what I already knew, that only I could give
them the level of sexual pleasure at the same time total obedience and control they secretly needed. I will give you an example. It’s summer. My best friend had a very virile dad, handsome enough, but what I liked was his humor and mind. He would tell me jokes that allowed me all sorts of reasons to hold my breasts and flirt with my legs. My flesh poured over my fingers, since I was only wearing my bikini most of the time with a cover up. My own sexual hormones were on fire, and I am sure he could sense I was heating up. While he got hard, I got bold and penetrating – his mind that is. I had walked into the kitchen, and was eating ice cream on the ounter. Wearing a cover up and bikini. I made sure that I leaned over to eat,
so he could see under my thighs and ass as I ate. This got him into a sexual frenzy that I could easily control. My girlfriend was taking a bath, so I knew I had him for 45 minutes. And I knew his wife would be home promptly right about then.I had
him sit down on the sofa next to me. I had painted my fingernails bright red and put little dazzling rhinestones on them. Softly speaking, I showed him my manicure, up against my breasts, of course. My nipples got hard as I swept my nails over them.
Letting him watch them grow to protrude was enough to make him speechless. I kept talking, taking over his mind as his wet spot grew at the tip of a hard on that I swear probably wasn’t cumming for the wife in years. I asked him a dozen questions
as I watched the wet spot grow in his khaki slacks. Every other word was entrancing. When I hit the right phrase, I would snap my fingers, to show him how solid the nails were. Over and over I implanted ensnaring words, ideas that I knew would grow every night he slept. And when I saw him the next time, I would instantly trigger him back to that sofa. My hands then had to play with my bikini top … my bottom strings … my feet that I just had to show in high heels … talking about how warm it is, how relaxing. I waited for the last 5 minutes to really show him how high he would get when he surrenders his mind to me.

Needing to brush my hair 50 times to keep it healthy, I counted down 49, 48, 47 … adding in my special mind control. 46,feels so relaxing … 45, 44, 43 do you feel how warm it is like I do? 42, and onward. By zero, he was ready for any suggestions. I won’t tell you what I wanted, but I will tell you that I wove his desires and longing for my body and voice with my desires. At the end of it, his mind was entranced and he was nearly in love with my voice instead of my nipples. I had him. Snapping my finger one last time locked it in place. His wife came home and I lifted his mind from the bosom of my control. Dazed, he fell to sleep and I know my words stayed with him, replaying all night as he slept. That weekend, he for some reason took us both to Florida on a beach field trip that we wanted so badly. He treated us to anything we desired. I made sure that I hooked him into trances as often as I could. And he couldn’t be happier. I spent the entire time deepening my control over him. I knew he would not feel safe enough to make a move on me. Then he didn’t even want to, I had learned all his fetishes. One was his foot fetish. Oh it was so devilish for me to plan when to entrance him and train him deeper. I would wait for my girlfriend to fall to sleep napping, then I would knock on the adjoining door. Walking in with my pediicure tools, I asked if I could do this in his room to keep from waking her. Within minutes I had him sitting on the floor just inches from my feet. I let him help me remove the day old polish (I did this daily). I know he wanted to go into the bathroom to jerk off, but I kept him in his rightful place, at my feet. He watched the pedicure. And as he did, I would entrance him deeper into my control. Imagine being at the feet of an 18 year old mind control nymphette dying to make you cum in your pants when I finished programming your desires to be my desires. And after that, guess who got everything
she desired?

From that day on, I knew that I loved married men because they would not cross limits, but still be rapt with attention as my control grew. Now of course I am immeasurably more gifted, beautiful, and worth obeying and serving. But the stories
leading up to now are much more X-rated. Hmmmm, perhaps I should continue this another day. Yes, you would want to see the stories that made me so adept at becoming all you desire, the center of your world.

CumSlut Rising

The long hot summer gave me plenty of time to enjoy myself, with my servants and worshippers taking care of my every need. As with all true Rulers, we focus our attentions on the most productive below us. Other times we must discipline errant trainees. Or expel them from the realm. And so it normal for me to correctly assume that those implanted with my wisdom and hypnotic genius were lost in my Wonderland. So it was usual for my Cumslut far away, who was also busy, to communicate less frequently with his Goddess.

Oh he had a most enjoyable history. First he spent months proving that his focus on me was not shallow, that he had potential to go the distance. You all think that it is easy for someone to respond to you, but you have no idea the years of ingenious devious mental development that goes into my turning each of you into something worthy of my attention. The perfection of your Goddess in the flesh is as present in her training and transforming. I do nothing that won’t result in what I plan. (Hah, YES, I’m THAT GOOD!)

Cumslut started out ready for some transforming, but had no idea his destination. Like so many men that are so much weaker than my gifts and control, he bucked the idea of sucking cock. Hah, I was so amused how he would spend half his time explaining how he only wanted other training, and how popular he is with the girls. He would study some of my brilliantly complex and advanced audio files, or watch my addicting videos he would by, and think they had no effect. I mean, how could someone so happily hetero ever wish to suck cock like an addict sucking a cigarette after being stranded on an island a month? (wicked laugh) He was like a fine wine, maturing in his addiction to cock and cum, and had not reason to disturb the bottle, so to speak.

Almost a year ago when he was foaming at the mouth for more training, he had bought some of my deliciously penetrating videos and audios. He dismissed the idea that maybe the foam on his mouth would soon be cum, and that the penetrating would not by through his ears, but through his mouth by a nice, warm, pulsing cock! A Goddess of my perfection is a master at patience. I knew my reality would wake up eventually. As I told him many times he said he was too busy, “You’re not going anywhere.”

The best way to tell this story though isn’t just from my perspective, but through his eyes with my influential responses. It is so yummy to devour a human soul and all his past, especially when I know it is done by forcing the servant to suck his first cock and get addicted to cum. But I’ll let him tell you in his own words. His quotes were broken up with a phrase from me, benign it seemed, but oh so devilish.

“How is the realm’s most gorgeous Goddess? Enjoying your sunshine and the adoration and work of some lucky servants, no doubt. It’s funny but for no reason my dreams of you started again. I should tell you about them some time. And, oh, I woke up and watched all your videos. Couldn’t sleep and awoke in a fog, and seemed like a good way to fall back to sleep. Have a good night, you’ll get this in the morning.”

This was oh so predictable. You see, when you ignore what I plant in your malleable minds for too long, they MUST find a way to grow and serve me. There is absolutely no choice in this. Dreams are a normal way to rise up.

“Goddess! I had another dream last night. In it I was looking out over a busy street and felt fingernails penetrate the back of my mind and pull out a part of my brain! It was like a computer drive was being swapped out. I knew it was you because of the blood red fingernails. And I heard a voice said it has started. What started? This is wild. Very sexy though.”

I replied to him a few times. I cannot tell you the exact words, but every single story I told him or word I used in his past was about to wake up. The triggers within audio files and visuals that he was unaware of were ripe! Quickly his messages to me increased. I sent him a few cryptic words that I knew would cause him to visit the training again. Then I hit him with a phone call. Oh, no ordinary phone call. I remember when he asked me why I was chuckling, all I could say is that I was watching some slave playing in the garden I planted. (Bwahahahahaha.)

There were several times he was begging for my attention. The fact was that I was busy, with real time servants who needed training and evolving. I kept him hungry, knowing that his mind would work every waking and even sleeping second now that his dreams were taking over. While he could imagine he could resist in daytime, in night I was gaining total control. I had done a great Succubus phone call with him long ago, and it never goes away. It was exhausting him, making him either have wet dreams or wake up in a frenzy obsessing about cock and stroking his own for cum.

Oooo, then it was time to unleash his graven image of me, his training tool, and my lesser tool – a secret you will learn when you go through the audio and visual files he bought, when I deem you ready. But I assure you, this “tool” is fully addicting. I will give a hint – I could watch him on cam slide a 10 inch realistic dildo all the way to the balls after a few months of my fully hypnotized training last year. But now suddenly he is awakening and getting the tool going, not even fully aware of it. Then came the time for me to show him what it is like to live in two worlds (both owned by me, of course, but one of them has the fake front of being “his” world.)

He had informed me that he was driving on errands. I had worked on some hypnotic magic so devious that I cannot tell you specifics. But I had tested it out on him over a year ago on the phone. Just a five minute implant of ideas, done like only your Goddess can do. And though I was just toying with it then, it never left his subconscious, as I knew it wouldn’t. It would grow … and grow … and GROW! Until … well … you will see.

“Goddess, I … I can’t figure out what triggered me. I suddenly remembered that story you told me, you remember the one about your summers growing up? Well, it was like I was just listening to you yesterday. And then it was like I had no direction, no place to go. I just pulled over, and got very aroused, and with just thoughts and barely any activity I realized I was about to cum. And I was on my way to a meeting. So I had to quickly pull out my cock and just in time catch all the cum the moment I grabbed the hard shaft. That was close! It would have ruined my clothes. Oh, but it was a lot but still not enough. I can’t believe I actually licked the cum off my fingers in my CAR. Can you believe it. So weird, isn’t it? Thought you’d be amused by this. Hope that your servants are giving you all you desire.”

That was what I was waiting for. It was time to fully activate him. To remove his past and what he thought his future would hold for him, and make him my total hypnotic slave, fulfilling every aspect of his audio file and visual conditioning. You see, among other things, your Goddess is nearly clairvoyant, a mind reader, when it comes to knowing what a mind seeks in me. And for him, he was first attracted to the Cum curse. His mind was creative so it did not fully hit him at first. But when it did, he was easily led to The Experimeent and Whore. Oh yes, he was being groomed to be my Whore.

I called. He lost his breath a few seconds with my presence, my voice. We chatted in what seemed idle fashion. Yet all my words had a reason. I then recounted our talk of my summers. I cannot tell you details of course, but by the end of the 30 minute talk on the phone, I knew that my work was complete. I ended it with the cryptic “Happy S” … then never replied – knowing it would drive him mind nuts.

Ericksonian is so advanced … so patient … so impossible to stop once I do what I did to him just then. All it took was that phone call. I did not hear from him for a day or two except for a “Goddess?” on my IM. Then I sent him just 6 words … that seemed to not fit together …. That is all I will tell you … but … it was his time.

Then I got the email. What I live for. The total surrender of his soul to me.

“Dear Goddess, I adore you. I live for you. For you and cock, and cum. You never told me how euphoric it was. I can barely write you now. I seem to be coming out of a fog, half way in both worlds. But I don’t want my old world. For the last week, I have been busy going out. But I felt so odd. So detached. The commands from I have no idea kept telling me to relax. I couldn’t stop thinking about your phone call. It kept replaying. I found myself looking at men strangely. In fact, I think they were talking to me a lot more. Like they could sense something new. I had gone to eat and was supposed to go join friends, when I found myself deviating from my plans and going to a social area that has a lot of men hanging out. I was so drawn to talk to them, and normally I don’t. I began obsessing about cock. Sucking it! Sucking good looking guys’ cocks. Maybe this one guy sensed it. I began walking aimlessly around. Then he chatted. Then … I don’t remember it all … I was sucking his cock in his car. Mmm, Goddess, it felt so much sexier than the toy you told me to practice on. And you will be proud, I could suck it all the way down, and he came enough for a full taste. I was so … well, not feeling weird, just … I was not myself. Then, words came out of my mouth, “thanks for the fifty.” I didn’t even remember asking for it. But I had fifty dollars in my shirt pocket. And mmm, a mouthful of cum. It was odd tasting but actually tasty, just like the ripe avocado you had me practice eating. And I even thought it smelled like the whipped cream and honey you had me mix up once with my cum. I can’t believe that I’m writing this to you. I’m on my laptop at a coffee shop. Got to go. Talk to you tomorrow.”

It was 1 a.m. in the East Coast, but I had been out with a Princess. So I came home and found the email. If that wasn’t wonderfully pleasing to his Goddess … the best was yet to come, or CUM many times. I went to sleep, pleased, and then got this in my inbox in the morning. The way it is written is totally different. I knew that the old him was no longer there. Read and you will see.

“Gimme cock. MMMM. You got your money? I put it on the card. Not just the $50. $150. Love being your WHORE. Oooo, enough time for another cock maybe. I’m tired. But want more cum, want to serve you more. You triggered me, and I want to keep serving. But no men around any more. The first cock you helped me suck was about 5 inches, but the guy was good looking. That made me want to search for a huge one, with a gusher of cum. And it took four guys to find one. But I made a lot more money! I am getting great at this. His first and second were so easy to score. It seems like men can sense my role with you and offer. The other two I had to seduce. Cock is so fantastic! So sexy in the mouth. Soft then hard then gushing then soft. Mmm. My first was nice and easy going. He noticed I was watching cocks walk by. I knew from you just what to say. It was like in the dreams. The more I let myself obey, the deeper into trance I fell. I was so perfectly programmed by you and trained to love cock. And obey every command, instantly. Your trigger words kept echoing any time I got sleepy, so that I would wake up and serve you again. So sexy being your Whore. My mouth wants more cock.”

That was sent about 3 a.m. his time. I woke up three hours later. I knew he had served me well. I called him, woke him from sleep, and … well … gave him the command to rest.

Since then, he has been in a half daze. Not knowing . Well, that isn’t fully true. At first he could, but the more he tried to focus, it becomes impossible Now he isn’t even aware he went out. And this will increase, fast and deeper. I will only trigger him when he is needing it, and when it amuses me. A worthy Goddess knows how to pace her sex slaves and Whores, and keep them safe. Now, since he earned it, I will begin calling him briefly, about every few days or week, and what I plant in his mind now will be like Christmas for me, and the best thing he ever felt for himself. After he sucks enough cock, he will be summoned to serve me and my slaves here.

You can share his pleasures. It is inescapable after a point. Careful what you wish for. He’ll crave cock and serving me til the day I let him go, or eternity. Bwahahahah. So sexy, can’t wait to watch that mouth of his suck cock! He will over the days write more emails, and in them more of my devious training will arise on print. I will be sure to keep you informed. Some day his ultimate reward of being in my presence will … well, you have no idea how sexy it is to hear my voice spill over my full breasts, as you suck my strap on and then move from them to one cock and another til I have been SERVED.

Your Summer Hypnotic Video Tease

Your Goddess Is In For The Summer..Training New Pets, and keeping existing servants close by submitting to her every word. Will you be Next?

the arousal...so addictive....like a drug...making you addictive

Piggie Conditioning

The day started out like any other day in the Hot Zone for my enslaved servant in the military. But it is the start of a terrifying week that is part of the conditioning and transforming I demand of him. He’s defending our rights quite well, but his training didn’t tell him how to defend against a Goddess of my talents and experience. Though he shows potential, he forgets his place too often, and sasses back to the one who should be worshipped above all others. It isn’t just the mental control I now have over his pleasure. I am the keeper of all his secrets, all his hidden desires. And of those desires, I have shown him greater levels of pleasure than he has known … and I’m just getting started! Soon he will meet his deity, his Goddess of pain and pleasure. For this his mind must be fully prepared for how commanding I am. What he has experienced in the Army does give him the advantage of knowing how to follow orders. But, the ones that I give to him will reshape him as a man far more than military training. The military uses life and death as the ultimate motivator. His Goddess uses the fear of “hell on earth,” “living hell”, “wishing he were dead”, “mental and physical penetration to torturous extents” and “pleasure so great it’s nearly deadly” as motivators.

Yes, his desire to meet me pours out of his every pore, so to speak. I can see it on his video cam sessions with me. Cam sessions that would make a Porn Star blush and shudder. If anyone he knew saw what I make him do, to break him down to a point where I can reshape him into something of value to me, they would never look at him the same. His family would go through years of therapy. He might be more popular in the showers among soldiers if it has been too long since they enjoyed females, for soon he will be trained to surrender himself to anyone dominant. Male or female. Upon my triggers and commands.

The moment we meet, my voice and presence will take him to a level many times deeper into total surrender of his control and soul than he can imagine. His face will show the stun of all my Servants lucky enough to earn a private session in real time with their Goddess. I of course will enlist the aide of my Princesses, who are always eager to increase their experience and power under my training by using up an unbroken soul like his. And then there are the male slaves who deliver levels of true submission that are more enjoyable for me to watch, considering the trained “equipment” they have to use on him. Knowing exactly what I will put him through, I was able to apply it to what I already have of him … live cam sessions.

On this day … his Lt. in command received a dvd … a very sexy dvd. While my Servant was out on patrol, the Lt. found the time to open the care packages from home. And lo and behold, what does he find? A dvd! He puts it into the dvd player in the rec area, and in seconds all the troops know what it is – a home made porn tape! Word spreads in seconds, and the room is full of sexed up soldiers, Marines, Special Forces – they need this in a big way.

My Servant in training, who is out on patrol, hears in the chatter that there is a big sexy surprise waiting when they return. The friends in his Humvee all get quick words about this fantastic girl on girl porn movie. Oh, but how sexy my Princesses look when they are performing for my camera! These are my Princesses, with their perfect bodies, commanded to torment these men with sexual desire. My Servant cannot wait to return from patrol.

But there is something special about this dvd. They blame it on poor production values, for at first the dvd seems to have bad lighting, and shadows. But then a soldier notices that there is another image … one that they thought was shadows … but is in fact a superimposed second porn movie. But wait, this one has all sorts of deviant bondage or other S+M moments. It only flashes up there for a few seconds and is never clear, but it is surely there! And it is of a man alone in front of a webcam!

When this is reported via radio to the troops with my Sexually Deviant Slave, this only makes them want to watch it more! By the time they check in and rush to the recreation room, the room is packed. Soldiers are taking turns inspecting the dvd closely, trying to figure out what this other image is of the man who is alone, the image ghosted over the girls as they have sex in a trio or duo. They stop the dvd, but the face of the man is usually distorted or hidden or smoked out. When my slave sees it, he’s so turned on! I made it specially to appeal to him, because unlike the others, his mind is trained already to recognize my commands. Also flashing on the screen, faster than they notice, are my trigger words. But his mind picks them up! He starts to fall into the conditioned responses mode. At first he doesn’t notice it, but then he realizes that he’s falling into trance, and the more that he tries to resist, the faster and deeper he falls!

You see, he never knew that there is a whole different level of obedience programmed into his mind by now. He is powerless against it. It may start mildly, but once it is implanted and triggered, as it is doing now, it will grow on his own until he does obey my commands. What are those commands? Only for him and for me to know. Though you maybe be lucky enough to find out some day if you are a good slave.

So now it is his turn to get close to the screen. And then it hits him like a screaming freight train: the ghosted image, the superimposed videoing, is from his cam! From his private sessions with me! Yes, I saved them. And now, I have presented them to his entire unit and all his friends to see! His mind goes insane in an instant. And to make it worse, he cannot pull out of my powers over his mind! The more he sees it and is horrified, the more he wishes he could start performing like he does for me on cam! He stands in front of the screen until he is pushed aside! No one can really tell what they are seeing, except that one man is performing submissive sexual acts to the camera! The men get sexy women, extreme sex, and even possibly homosexual sex all in one! They must find out what this really is!

One of the technical soldiers says that he can enhance the image and maybe even separate the two videos! This is disastrous. He tries to take the dvd stating that this isn’t the proper thing to do, but the others want to see both images! He panics when they send the dvd to the computer.

Right then, he gets a private message that he has email. It’s from his brother. He’s telling him that a strange dvd was sent to them and all their relatives and it’s so bad and sexual that it’s funny. They plan to put it up on Xtube. It is of two girls having sex, and maybe someone else having sex … a guy alone! Suddenly my slave realizes that I’ve sent this to his family too!

This is agony! My slave panics, sweating like he needs medical attention! He can’t get close to the dvd to destroy it, not to either one.

Word comes back quickly that some of the ghost image is actually a story. A story of a soldier who comes back to the states. He has a rendezvous with the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. Yet also the most dominant. He hears that the story is being printed out. His fear rises, he’s trembling, worried his name will be on it. He cannot stop the woman who is also enlisted from reading it aloud to the large group of his peers. The story has all the triggers I have trained him with, so no matter how worried, he becomes open to my suggestions, and in this state I have the most effect on him. He listens above the hoots of his brothers and sisters in arms about how this soldier will from this day on become more and more obsessed with performing as my total sex slave. Upon meeting me, he will be led into my torture dungeon. Strapped into a stockade, naked, his mouth ready to receive, his ass ready to receive. His mind already receiving. Bent over, he will begin the most sexually intense torment imaginable. The same gorgeous women on the screen will tease him to excitement. And over two days, he shall suck anything I command, be penetrated by anything I use, and obey all my secret programming. The awareness of this will grow in him every day while overseas. It will grow so strong that he will begin acting out in an almost dream like state the images ghosted into this dvd, even to the point of mimicking them in front of others. And the more he fears that they will one day clear up the image enough to see it is him, he wants this, because he wants to serve his Goddess. He wants her to break him totally, into the Slave that serves her to a level that he earns a place in her realm of deviant sex and tormenting pleasure.

Each day from here on out, his fear that he will be discovered will grow. He’ll wake up in a sweat about it. There will be no escape from the growing suspense, and it will trigger him deeper into performing what he sees on the screen. I will of course delight in this. This is punishment for his sassing, but also the deepest way to program his mind.

There is no escape. The dvd is being made now. I have a slave working on who to send this to, and once it is sent, then I own his soul completely in a fear and suspense level. I will own it on a physical level even more when we meet and I put him through what is shown on the dvd. Yes, fear the depths of my perverse justice and control over you, my enlisted Slave. My torment of you has just reached new heights.

Preview

Well now....Thought I was gone?..Disappeared from the face of this earth? Nahhhh I haven't gone anywhere at all. Do I have to continue showing proof of how I've mastered seeping into your little minds allowing it to follow my every command?. No I don't!!! Goddess has been away from her blogs training those fortunate enough to fit into her realm. The last few months has been filled with New Puppets, Servants, and Admirers all in training. All willing to give their very life up just for me (naturally that is how i prefer it to be) I have NO TIME to waste. It has been quite tedious to explain my ways through blogging. Perhaps i'll hand over the task to a servant worthy of collecting my thoughts.

I'm not here to have my time wasted and if you so try to....well, read my past blogs That should explain what occurs. Now if you desire to worship me in servitude or go through any of my inductions, you can reach me on Niteflirt and or follow the instructions on my website to the TEE. Do not take it upon yourself to contact me on my chat or video programs, unless you give yourself to me completely and are in training. Otherwise You'll be ignored or Drained of your funds...hahaha

The above is a small snippet of todays events on Paltalk and Yahoo, that I performed on 3 of my new servants.

I am what you want but are you really what i need? You'll be powerless against such a beautiful woman of authority.

GS

Gift Wrapped

As ice blankets the New England states, baby blue blankets your Goddess, and wraps her body into the sexiest Santa could deliver. Well, blankets may not be the accurate word. How about “baby blue hugs, fondles, and sexualizes your Goddess?” You all are used to seeing me all in black, or in my devilish red. But a Worshipper sent me a hot, laced, baby blue bra and panty set. I must say, the design and how it fits my body surprised me to the point that since I put them on after tea, in my usual lingerie fashion show I treat myself to (and a few lucky private webcam Slaves who pay enough for private viewings) my body has been vibrating with a growing sexual energy.


Ah, these relaxing days, with the fire crackling in my living room and dungeon, the plush walls of my bedroom caress me. It should be the hands of a Servant, but even they were given the day off by their Deity of Deviance due to the ice and rain. My comforter, filled with the warmest down, wraps around my manicured toes and climbs up to my waist. I like lying here, typing on my laptop, blogs and IM’s afire.


That’s not the only thing afire. I’ve been looking down past my breasts … like I am now … my how the flesh rises out of this cup and lace. As usual, my breasts overflow, heave with every breath. I love watching it, like watching them wrap around a nice, fiery Slave’s … well, I’ll let you imagine what. At least I can say that my mind wanders, and replays how it looks to wear a tight, light colored bra like this, and watch the tongue of a Sex Pet spend however long I wish slowly moving his tongue around my cleavage, eventually finding my nipples, lifting them out of the lace to suck on until I am so hot I command him to his position on his knees and take charge!


Yes, watching my breasts raise and squeeze together sends impulses to nerves hidden by the lace panties. As delicate as they are, they hold in the heat and my hands unconsciously drift down, the fingernails dragging across my nipples, past my velvety stomach, to my panty line. Next thing I know, if I’m not paying attention, fingertips are testing and seeking the heat. I’ll be typing with one hand and not noticing the pleasure until it jumps up my body from my thighs to my mind and make me moan. Then I snap out of it, realizing how turned on I get looking at my own body. Sometimes it gets so intense that words like, “I want me so bad” gasp out and that is quickly followed by fingers probing, rubbing, scratching – ahh, but that is shared with the lucky Servants only. But you get the idea. In fact, one moment please, I want to take a fingertip barometer reading on what sort of weather front I have ahead of me. Increasing wetness, followed by a heat wave.” Damn, I’ve got to kick off this comforter! Hmm, so cold outside, and yet my breasts are flush with blood.


This gives me an idea. Yes, more webcam pictures. And a video. Yes, that would be just the thing to bring to you the level of sexual heat that I’m feeling. And, you simply must all see this terrific set of lingerie this Servant sent to me. I didn’t realize how sexy I would feel looking at the white and blue lace. I’ll set up now. One moment.


Ah, now, we’re connected. Wait, damn, this gets tricky. I want my hands free to touch myself, it’s just getting intense in these covers and lingerie!


Hmmm, the camera is a nice Sony cam with zoom, but – I need someone to operate it. Putting out the word: Is there a Servant in the New York area (N.J., PA.) that is available 3-7 pm a few days a week that can work this cam for me? I’m serious. This is a Slave’s dream come true! My last cam slave paid for it! Your Goddess wants you Servants and Admirers to get the full benefit from her top quality cam.


Taking pictures in this mood delivers only a fraction of my intensity as it’s growing. A video will follow in the next days I’m sure.


Oh, while touching this nice lace, it reminds me of the lace I wear in Second Life. You’ll start to see changes to my website beckoning you to my other realm of power. If you pass my test, you’ll be invited into my dungeon, club with your Goddess, adore her on her throne, sit in her chair of obedience – all the things you crave. Including being in front of an image so much like me that it will mold your mind and prepare you for our first meeting. Also, changes in the site will deal with direct camming at the hours listed above, 3-7, that are private. Though costly, this is as close to sexual overload as you could get. Me, on cam… in lingerie … hot like today, wet like today, ready to tease like today.


Hang on, I’m taking a pleasure break. I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, these hands have some heat seeking to do.


I don’t smoke, but now sure would be the time… hah. The panties got kicked off somewhere. Oh, there they are. The bra? It tugged down to my waist and stayed there. Now lifted up, pushing my nipples that still tingle closer to my mouth. Mmm, so warm and wet. I’m going to sign off blogging and get these pictures posted on NiteFlirt.


LOOK FOR THE CHANGES IN MY SITE,

COME TO SECOND LIFE.


The first Servant available for filming gets a crash course in serving his Goddess!

Trashing Trust

“Orgasm” reaches its highest limits during a total loss of control, both mental and physical. This requires trust in yourself, in your journey, fantasy, reality, partner, Goddess, Domina, and tools. Trust is a benchmark not only for the Vanilla world of banking, deal making, and family structure, but also in my realm of torment, mind control, BDSM, transforming, erotic pleasures – the list goes on and on.

As part of my Rule, the rules of Trust are integral to the very definition of who I am.

And Damn It! When someone under my control has his trust abused by a so-called “entrusted expert” my blood boils. And when my blood boils, heads roll, heads of cocks get put in a vise. Oooo, how I wish that I had the head of the cock of the truly vile Consultant that conned one of my favored Servants! What I would do to him consumed my mind all this morning.

This scum trashed trust!

You all are familiar with the $50 billion con job news that broke on Wall Street? This scandal con job is so massive it would be like Warren Buffet was announced as a Con Artist. The deception this con job, perpetrated over a decade, required from Consultants like this one who screwed my client over is so obvious. There is no way that this Consultant was not aware that his job was to bring fools into this Ponzi Scheme. As news of this opens up, more and more will be revealed that the consultants knew about this as a fraud. They were essentially rewarded for bringing people who trusted them into this con job. Hundreds will go to trial. And if I had my way, they would end up in my dungeon!

My poor favored Pet. A Goddess of true worth protects her Servants as much as possible, and guides them when they are loyal and obedient to a better life. So imagine my rage when I find out that this Consultant, who came to me for Control, ended up so desperate for money that he used my Pet in his con job investment in this record breaking fraud.

To give you an idea on how massive and unprecedented this fraud is, most fraud of a hundred million gets front page news for days. The fraud of Enron brought down kingpins and was news for a year. It destroyed pensions. On various levels its fraud can be posted at ten billion. But this is FIFTY BILLION DOLLARS. A Ponzi scheme lasting decades. This is now seen as so obvious that there is no way that this P.O.S. Consultant did not know what he was doing to my Pet and hundreds of others.

Oh how my mind has wandered from one torture device to another, my mind drooling to get its teeth into the flesh of this social cancer of a man.

The CB2, a Cock Ball Torture prison made of acrylic! That is where I would start. I would put it on him. It fits snug. When he gets aroused, small needle sharp points drive into his cock and balls. There is a ring to keep the blood in the cock, so that it never escapes. Over time, let’s say, half an hour, just the blood trapped is unbearable. The skin gets super sensitive. The points on the cock shaft, balls, and head feel like needles, especially when I spank that CB2. The more he is aroused, the more torturous it is. And then there is the fact that if you trap blood there long enough, veins explode. The thought of blood dripping from his cock eye was all that kept me from screaming!

Then as he was about to pass out, I would remove it. He would be overjoyed, so distracted from the relief of pain that he would not notice my putting him into my stockade. Oh yes, calling 3 of the most endowed Slaves over to pulverize his ass with cocks that would make a donkey jealous is on my list of Must Do.

His ass would belong to the Slaves and their cocks. But his balls and cock would be in my realm of pain. You have no idea how the pain increases with each slap from a riding crop. His balls would slowly fill up with blood from the bruises. First it hurts. Then, the veins in his balls literally start to explode. Even the landing of a fly on his balls would be felt and hurt. I happen to have the most gorgeous silver extensions for my fingertips. The fit snugly over the fingernails. One set are rasps. Yes, the same things that scrap off shavings of wood from oak. The other favorites are star patters that roll. What this Goddess knows to do is apply just the fingertips on the balls, and grip them, fondle them. Normally this would be pleasure. But for this scum, each touch would release a pinprick of blood. His nerve endings would feel as if I let him on fire, for hours.

A ball gag in his mouth would be nice, but his tears and snot from crying would need to be soaked up with cloth. His sense of suffocation from crying so much would be a delight for my to my ears. I would record this for my Pet Slave Servant to enjoy every night his finances are recovering from this con job.

Finally, when his body has been turned inside out, and after literally 24 hours of ass, ball, and cock torture, I would begin on his mind.

I would place him in my ass fucking chair. This chair straps him in and slowly penetrates him with a vibrating dildo. I would face him to my trio of screens, and put headphones on him. He would witness visions of my torture, while his mind is systematically being wiped clean. And when I say wiped clean, I mean his mind is reduced all the way down to jellyfish. He will be unable to talk without a command. And I would command him to spend the rest of his life triggered to be a cock slut of such high addiction that his body would expire just like a heroin addict. His need to be raped up the ass and in the mouth would begin the moment he wakes and go on until he passes out. Life in and out of jail for being unable to delay taking cock and torture would be his way of life. His life would end within a year of sexual addiction on this level. <>He would think he needs more every cock he takes.

As a Goddess of Highest Repute, I do not do this to men, slaves, Admirers, or Worshippers – I reserve this skill as a fantasy of what my mental powers can do to the worst of society. This is how the worst of the worst should be punished. And this is what will happen to Consultant should he ever enter the realm of a Goddess who is unable to control the limits of her torture. He deserves it. He is a maggot, putrid and infecting anyone he touches. I hope his short term in prison puts him in a cell with the biggest, nastiest Sadist on his row.

Now, for those of you who were turned on by what I just wrote … Yes, Your Goddess can control herself so that you can enjoy smaller degrees of each of the tortures listed above. Just make me an offer I cannot refuse.

Bad To The Bone

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Goddesses can wake up in the most deviant frames of mind, and today mine was positively devilish. It wasn’t until I got on line and five Servants and Admirers were begging for my time did I realize how I wanted to express myself. They were so anxious, so hungry for more of me. I couldn’t let this chance go by.

My new cam is fun to play with, and I had been so hot in my robe and lingerie while I IM’d everyone that I didn’t even realize how often my hands were touching my breasts and thighs. It is just natural as I get hotter and hotter. Then a servant told me a story of how he spent the night tormented by flashes of my perfect nipples and breasts, and that it made him hard all night, that I knew what would really please me would be to take this sexual energy of mine and drive them all wild through pics and vids.

My servant kept telling me how he would awaken to the sounds of my music on my vid blogs. Over and over, he could not get them to stop playing in his mind. Each time he woke up, which was about every 30 minutes, he would be more aroused, more wet, unable to stop from stroking, from milking obedient cum for me, to make him more addicted. And my words to him would echo in his mind, the inductions and triggers. By the time morning came, he was so wiped out mentally he was almost a zombie. A zombie with a permanent hard on, that is. Only your Goddess knows how to take a soul and replace it with an erect zombie. Hah.

So while he was my zombie mental slave, I kept placing triggers deep in his mind. And then it hit me. With all the others begging for attention spent on him, they must earn it. I changed quickly into a bikini/lingerie outfit that a very loyal Servant sent to me. Thank you, you know who you are. And once I had it on, my sexual energy exploded. I was so wet planning my video and series of photos.

I really do need to have a new slave at my house, a cam vid slave to focus for me. This cam is so sharp and can do so much in the right hands. My hands were full. Overflowing actually, with my breasts. Mmm, it felt so sexual to caress them and watch you all IM me or even get moments on cam, or on pic, sending me files. I could see your trance deepening and your lust building. What I was not letting you see for free started getting you all so excited that one Slave began begging to own them. This set up for a very fun auction, with all of my Servants tallying up their funds to see what they could afford.

The bidding went up each time they could see me touching myself or see IM’s describing how turned on I was getting knowing they were wet and in full service to their Goddess.

Meanwhile, my Slave from the dream world had meetings, and I was tormenting him, too. I would send him IM on his Blackberry of what he was missing. I triggered him a few times on the road, and loved how he instantly became my cumslut, eager to suck first one cock, then as my control grew, he was ready to suck as many cocks as I commanded. But I am bringing him along in stages, and also was busy with my at-home Servants and Admirers. So I kept my evil ways to the computer for that time.

My bidding went up and up, I could not believe (well, yes I can, it happens all the time) how much my beauty could command men to want me so much they were uncontrollable.

In the end, one of you got what you needed to transform more for me. He is the happy owner – sole owner – of me in four minutes of intensely sexual manipulation .I know that after he watches this his first 30 times, his mind will mold to my likings, to my wicked designs.

Well, the bidding on my video and pics got to be more involved. One of my Servants started bidding on the panties that I was wearing, knowing how wet they must be. Once word got out on this, it was a bidding frenzy. When the bidding rose to high for a few, they would whimper and cry and beg for a chance. Some made oaths to me to perform other duties in the future for me, if they could get at least a few seconds of my loose end video snippets of this outfit. In the end of bidding, my luckiest Admirer won out. For a mere $750, he owns not only my lingerie, but the mind controlling erotic essence of me. I wrapped the panties up nice and moist so that the flavor would lock into them forever for him. And they will be sent Fed Ex to him immediately. All of this just gave me some twisted ideas on my new Inductions for breasts and panty fetishes to unleash upon you soon.

The whole day kept building sexual energy in me until I was ready for some R/T service! I had a house Slave over already, who is well trained to stay erect and his mouth pleasing for hours. After some suffocation and breath play, which always turns me on, I put on my strap on and let him swallow my commands as he swallowed my dildo. That got me cumming and cumming and cumming. You might have noticed that for an hour I hardly did any IM. That was why. I was on fire, and he was putting me out with his mouth and tongue.

Hmm, now, what to do with that cumslut tonight? Perhaps invade his dreams? Torment him with images of me until bedtime to totally turn him into my cumslut slave, hungry for my flesh, doing anything to get to it. HA HA HA HA

If I have not told you already, it is soooo wonderful being a Goddess!

Sugar,Spice,Everything Naughty And Nice

There I was, minding my own business, a slave cleaning my dungeon and looking quite ladylike in his Maid outfit despite his muscles, when one of my new and most favored, obedient Admirers contacted me on Yahoo IM. He had slowly been opening up to me, and his honesty, plus the purchase of several inductions and video clips, showed me he is dedicated to serve and evolve for me.

His reason for finding me was becoming more clear. Here he was, a very masculine man, fit, good looking, and always seemingly “in charge.” He sampled many of my pictures and read through all of my script descriptions. Gradually a theme began to form as to what most got his curiosity. They were all having to do with being more female. His questions of me had to do with how I felt, how it was to be me, and then it would shift back to hypnotism and serving me. His Desire of course was ME, and I knew he wanted me to build this in him. This was also his personal desire to change his identity and let out of him what was inside and ignored for so long. I knew how to bring this out and nurture it, which is one of the great things about hypnotism.

Now I knew he was going to look at a lot of this form his male perspective, so I had to give him a name that would wake him up to what he wanted me to bring out of him. I wasn’t sure he deserved the level of attention that this would require. But, as he evolved, so did his required appreciation. His subconscious know how overwhelmingly pleasured he was at being forced to face his feminine mind and inside being. It was sleeping, dormant, ignored. His appreciation blossomed when he was compelled to pay for some private webcam induction guidance and control from me. His first moments I could see totally changed his viewpoint. He felt it too, for his determination to win enough favor for more webcam time grew until he got what he needed.

World, meet Queer Boy. As you will meet him in my video blog.

If you want the most talented, wicked, and powerful Goddess to transform you, you must accept my honesty as the truth that it is. I knew how I had to proceed, and he swallowed it hook, line, and cock-choker – I mean, sinker.

I could have used my usual inductions on him, but his case was special. And if your needs are special, pay heed to what you must do and allow. Sure, I had him listen and read inductions. But then I made it more personal. I had him put up his webcam, and he could watch me. As I entranced him, I gave him subtle hints, suggestions, but mostly, I just had him watch me while entranced. His response grew. His inductions had made him want to be Me. As I watched him, I felt like a Tigress, on the hunt, caging his masculinity and freeing his feminine side, and he felt it too. Putting on some sexy leopard lingerie, he wanted so much to be a woman.

The turning point was when I put on lipstick. I had instructed him to place a chap stick nearby. The Power Word I used was Beautiful. As he watched, his Beautiful came out, and on instinct he began putting on his make up, to be Me. It was so natural, and met no resistance. He could feel that he was becoming a woman, and it was so pleasurable, that he could not resist. At my command, he put on his collar, which removed all his final masculine identity. He was now my Beautiful Bitch Slave, my Queer Boy. I ordered him to put his Ball Gag in his mouth so he could not voice any opposition, he could only listen and copy me. And when I told him he had to dress as a woman for me on cam to feel like me, he jumped at the chance! but that's too much to share with you on video.

In moments he was stripping, then dressing, as the woman he knew he was inside, and the Beauty I was making him. He needed more appliance of my powers, so I had a special video made with us and for us both. One that degrades the male in him, and pumps up the female. He was incredibly aroused and enjoyed being a woman so much that it was hard for me to guide him to ending it. Now he has a special video just for him that will enslave his mind each time and take him where he wants to go with my control. Of course, this was a rather expensive video for him to arrange and own, but, it shows how far one will go under my guidance and control. He became what he sought, and found his Mistress Master Goddess in Me!

For those of you with special fetishes or needs, a video like this will transform you more each day, and deliver more erotic power in your fetish of choice, than you can handle. Each day becoming more effective. Send me an email with your ideas or fetish, and I will begin a process that is beyond your limits and it will surely change you to my designs and your dreams.

Personification Of Lust.

Wicked In White, Luscious in Lips, Sinful in Surrender, Creamy in Cum


4 Minutes of Sheer Pleasure @150.00 Expensive? SO WHAT!!"Even the Deaf And Dumb Are Smart Enough To Sign Language Me Big Checks!"

I woke up from a dream .. still foggy from it. I was … hmmm, let me remember. There was a voyeur. Oh, that’s right. I was shopping, for one of my stunning dresses. First I was in a store, shopping, not noticing that first one, then another, and then many men were watching me. I’m quite used to this of course. But, in this dream, I could read their faces, all of them looking differently, and at different things. But all looking so intensely at me. Normally a word from me would shoo them away, but in the dream, I was communicating with their minds. I could hear that I was like, um, it’s still vague and somewhat lost in my dreams. But, it could be described as the personification of lust.

Each man had specifics that created unbridled lust, swelling lust, the type that takes over every function of your body. The type that makes cum build and pour out cocks without notice. The type that makes you salivate. And I of course presented all their specifics. What was so interesting to me was the clarity of this idea of Personifying Lust on all its levels.

The lust was theirs. But, the levels upon which it is encoded, translated, and then turned into thought and actions is like a symphony. Each part of him, an instrument that I play. The music builds to a crescendo.

Lust isn’t just what they see. It is the reaction within them. That is what is important. Not what they see, but how it takes over physiologically, mentally, and then changes who they are, for that moment and sometimes forever if the Lust is overwhelming and different. A good example is when I take a man for the first time into deep submission and perform Sadistic or penetrating sexual acts upon him. His lust forever changed him, or better said, it stopped his mind so that I could forever change him.

Look at my lustful body, my lips, my breasts, and feel lust growing. Yet, I focus instead on what is changing in you due to this lust. If I were not the Personification of all your Lusts, then I would not be able to change you. Because I do, and am, you become my Servant or Admirer.

Hmm, I shall think about this while I drink my morning tea.

Ahh, a nice break gave me some ideas.

A good study would be to watch this video clip. I made it during the break. I wore just the right clothing to create great sexuality, but also mystery, to beguile you, and hit you with lusts on various levels. Virginal lust, animal lust. Impossible to resist lust. And your lust drives you to try to look through the white and see all levels of lustworthy flesh that might be fleeting or shadowed. By the end of it, you have seen enough to punch all your pleasure buttons, and redefine your Personification of Lust.

I just LOVE being a Master of Change over you! This body was given to me for that reason, with this mind, and now, you have no choice, but to LUST.

HONEYDRIPPERS

HERE'S YOUR OUTFIT MARRIED MAN....ADMIRERS..YOU BUY OR FUND MY WARDROBE YOU GET THE PLEASURES OF A VID

Honey. Comparing your first taste of me to honey seems so innocuous. So innocent. I forewarn you with similes. As the bees cannot live without honey, you shall not live without tasting my sex, power, and pleasure. As wars were fought for honey, you shall fight any force keeping us apart. And as honey overpowers even the strongest spices from India to Morocco, the orgasms I produce in you will overpower anything put against it in life, body, and mind.

This is even more true with men whose life has prevented them from even coming close to the taste of honey – the sweet nectar of another woman’s pink spots. Yes, I refer to married men. Being starved for so long, starved of that truly intoxicating, addicting sensation you had when you were single, 20, and sex was new to you…for believe me, the sex you have with me will be entirely novel, epic in a bodily sense. Like a force of nature – a hurricane, a tornado, a tsunami, and earthquake – there is nothing you can do to stop this, the only difference is, you will not want to stop it. You will be lifted as if a sexual puppet by my will and body to stand in the epicenter to feel the awe inspiring, unforgettable intensity of the forces released when I finally put your body in front of mine and do what I want to you, get what I want from you, and leave you branded and forever changed.

Yes, my pink spots, slick from my tongue, finally visible between my legs, the tip of my nipple as it teases your mouth, the stupefying curve of my ass that demands a closer look as it sits upon your face to smother you with my sexual energy.

You on your knees, commanded by me, yet unaware of it as a command, for it is a reflex action. As soon as my voice speak, your body reacts. What you instinctively utter is the same: how pure my fresh sexual scent is, the intense heat from the sexual energy, the perfect softness of my skin, the unbelievable power emanating from my pussy as you delve into it with your tongue.

Your tongue, suddenly gifted with the movements to pleasure me beyond any talent you had, for I control your every move now, second to second. Your tongue will extend, dart, caress, open, probe, lick, wrap, tickle, massage, and vibrate my clit, my lips, inside my fiery walls for so long that your tongue will swell up for the rest of the day. This is what you want, and what I demand, because this is how I train it to Olympian talents and endurance. It is common for those lucky enough to be my sexual athletes to easily please me an hour with a tongue stronger than your fingers and more talented than any sex toy. Mmmm, imagine pleasing your Goddess, so close to her skin, the light revealing the perfect pink, blood engorged, fiery flesh that explodes when you do as you are commanded. And you can’t get enough. Just like in college, this is new, this is hot, this gives you the energy and the hard cock that keeps rising in you again and again until sunrise.

And yes, that cock of yours will be rock hard. Your cock head will throb. I will feel it as I wrap my manicured toes around it and torture it for more skin contact. You’ll look down at the pedicure, possibly pink to match the occasion of your first taste of my honey, as even the slightest touch brings a stream of cum from your cock head, and this will send you in a frenzy to beg for more of a taste of me. A stroke from my toes while you suck on my clit will almost make you cum. And I will work you and work you and push you and push you to bring out that Olympian spirit and energy. All the time, you are aching to be inside of me. But wait, there is much more honey moments ahead.

As my voice throws you onto your back, you watch me stand over you, lord over you with my power. Perhaps I carry a riding crop. A slap to that cock of yours brings blood to that pink head turning it crimson. I want that cock head throbbing and aching it is so full of blood. Your mind will soar, searching for the last experience it had like this, and won’t find anything in your past like this. You are a mind control sex machine virgin, and my hot voice, tools of discipline and pleasure, will program you any way I want. I become your only Desire. I become your honey. You must have it or feel like you are going to die without it. This Desire will be inescapable. Anything you see will bring you back to me. The pink of a flower, of clothes, toes, art, or even the manifestation of words as I speak them, and all of your dreams, will trigger you to crave more of my perfection, control and Reward. I will bring life back into you. I will be the thing you wake up to experience. Just like that virgin experience in college that would make you race across campus, you will race to wherever you can get your closest honey fix, defeating any foes, braving any storms, just to get more. LAP UP MY HONEY CLIT AND WALLS! HARDER! FASTER! DEEPER! THAT TONGUE BELONGS TO ME!

LAP! LICK! SUCK! PLEASE ME! PENETRATE! SWALLOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT LONGER, BETTER, ARTISTICALLY, PASSIONATELY! SUCK THE HONEY FROM YOUR GODDESS! LET YOUR ADDICTION TO HER TASTE, HER VOICE, HER COMMANDS, HER SWEET HONEY ORGASMS GROW!

Feel me as my voice and sexual energy milk hours of pre-cum from that obedient cock of yours, so dripping with nectar turned to honey by the frenzy of your mouth, hand, and ass. You won’t be able to control the flow, the programmed response I build in your body and mind. You’ll know when to explode, it will be the instant I command it, the sex built up so intensely you will be beyond begging for release.

What is to become of Married Men who become my sexual honey slaves and athletes? Like all super performers, they train, the rest of their life fades to a collage of minor duties. None of the normal tension sources bother them, for their hormones are flowing constantly. They change their priorities to fit my needs yet their life continues normally, yet with much more joy. They get up feeling like a Man again, pollinating pretty pink pansies and posies, collecting honey for their Queen – Goddess Saphire. The addiction, the Desire, the triggers, the endless flow of energy to me will swell up in you like blood in the head of that throbbing cock of yours.

Mmm, how I do love to see cocks dripping with their own honey, flashing the pink of the eye as it convulses, so eager to hear my command to release! My own pussy contracts over and over on the verge of one orgasm after another that you deliver. My clit throbs, sensitive to your slightest tongue caress. I watch that tongue swell the more it pleasures me, just as my pink nipples swell and get hard, tempting your mouth to suck them deeply into your hot mouth. The devices of torment and pleasure penetrate you, sliding into your mouth and ass like my strap on. Once I reverse positions and have you beneath me in more ways than one, even the most twisted commands and sexual acts hit only the Yes Goddess reply button from within you.

Yes, the pleasure I feel when my Married Man releases control and lets me plunge into his mind and ass with all the gusto of a power-nympho – one well experienced to making a man her sex robot. Watch your mouth swallow every inch of my custom dildo (the black one or the pink one), massaging my clit to orgasm, as you watch my tits lurch over you and rub against your hair. One look up and I force a pink nipple so deep into your pleasing mouth I have total breath play control over you, control over your very life, demanding you suck deeper and better, harder, to give me more of what I Desire. I can feel my clit ready to explode again as my commands become more X-rated and rule breaking. How much can your mouth and cock and ass take? I will find out. You will experience euphoria beyond anything, because the rest of your mind and body will simply shut down all other impulses. How I love knowing that after one time licking my pussy, swallowing my strap on cock, massaging my clit, taking my dildo all the way in you, feeling me ride you, hearing your Goddess cum and cum and cum until exhaustion – you will never be the same. You are re-shaped, you are forever a slave to my honey. Yet you love it, for you are the sexual slave and performer that makes you a Man in my eyes and yours. I am everything missing from your life.

Your life will go on. You will obsess about me secretly. You will come visit me on line in Yahoo IM, in Second Life in my Castle of pleasure. And ultimately you will be beckoned to me, when you are programmed and ready, to act as my source of physical pleasure, and TOTAL obedience. You are born again, as I designed you. And for the first time in a long, long, time, you wake each day and end each day, with a purpose that swells your mind with pride and your cock with cum and blood.

Ruling This World and Beyond-I Keep Getting Better!!!

BEGIN YOUR JOURNEY TODAY www.secondlife.com




All Princesses, Servants, Admirers, Saphireists, Jesters, Slaves, and Experiments: Come, as I beckon you to my Castle of Devotion, Pleasure, and Transformation. Come to Goddess Saphire's Realm, the domain I rule within Second Life. Come tour my architectural masterpiece devoted to my pleasure and your overwhelming experiences of worshipping your Goddess.

Please to see new blogs from your Goddess? Yes, you are. You miss your Goddess Saphire? Of course you do. Aside from the fact that it is my place as your Goddess to ignore you when I wish, as a wise Goddess I do not ignore my Worshippers for no reason. In fact, my reasons are for the benefit of Moi, of course, but also give so much reward to those lucky Servants and Admirers who advance their way into my inner circle. First, I had a dramatic increase in my phone inductions, and also my Real Time training of Servants, who are lucky enough to be in my presence and gaze upon my commanding body and eyes. I was pleased at their transforming into Servants more worthy of my attention. Normally my time off from this RT traning and Voice/web cam inductions is spent blogging, and inspecting new applicants for my realm. BUT, something fantastic came to the superior mind of your Goddess. Second Life and the Realm I created in it for me to rule and you to serve within.

Goddess Saphire designed her Castle far beyond any experience or vision within Second Life to prove once again that no Domina Hypnotist, nor any Internet Goddess, sits on her level of imagination, power, and will to reign over the most select Men and Women seeking to Worship one worthy of all their being.

I shall begin by explaining to the uninformed what Second Life means, is, and shall become. Second Life is a World created within the Internet. More than a website, it is a World created by the best Web Designers alive, that has its own software to allow Members to create themselves in a New World. Second Life has evolved in design as Software and Computers evolve. And it has evolved in content as no tens of millions of people have visited and/or created themselves in Second Life. Tens of millions...think of that number. The first visitors were those on the cutting edge of Internet design. they spearheaded a phenomenon that has turned Second Life from a "game" to a Reality. In this reality, entire cities such as New York, San Francisco, Paris, and in my case, Transylvania are recreated. The real estate in Second Life and all items are purchased in Lindens(the currency of Second Life.) Second Life has become so vaulable and real in both advertising and ownership, that Lindens now have a true dollar value. Imagine that! Second Life in a few years accomplished what Monopoly could not in five decades (imagine if Monopoly money had real value.) Millions are made and spent on real life items, advertising, domains, and identities on Second Life. There are rock stars in Second Life, strippers that get you off, Mayors, Obamas, drug lords, saviors, angels S+M clubs, vampires and now your Goddess Saphire to rule her domain and move about collecting minds and souls. Now listen up closely Worshippers...

UNTIL YOU EXPERIENCE ME FELSH TO FLESH, SECOND LIFE IS THE CLOSEST EXPERIENCE YOU WILL HAVE TO TOTAL OBEDIENCE, SERVITUDE, PLEASURE, AND MIND CONTRL WITH YOUR GODDESS.

Until you move through it, you have no idea how elaborate,stunning, grand, empowering and "Real" my Realm and Castle is. You have no idea how much each visit, each interaction, changes who you are, your mind, your will, your limits of pleasure and your outlook on your own transformation and life in both Worlds. the most common comment I hear while i lead newcomers through my Castle to my dungeons, sleep rooms, or coronation halls is that they suddenly feel entranced...in my power...out of body...euphoric...aroused...surrendered. That speaks of the detail designed in my Castle. Your eyes pick up the visuals-the mind altering paintings in frames on the walls, the hypnotizing patterns of the marble, the mesmerizing flow of the rivers, the commanding colors of the mountain views, the captivating pulse of the music from my performers (whether they be performing as musicians, or their "music" is screams of pleasure/pain as they perform as my slaves.)

To give you an idea as to the scope of my Castle: It takes almost two hours for me to give a guided tour.

It is incredibly simple to become part of Second Life. Aside from it being the most incredible experience your Goddess on a more personal level, why would you want to invest the time, slight bit o money, and mental challenge of Second Life? Because as is the case with all th ings related to your Goddess, Second Life represents your future. Second Life is the crest of the wave breaking upon the shores of the next era of how humans will use the computer to live a more full life. Within a decade, it is within reason that you will interact with holograms you can feel within your home, stores you visit, and shops. Members of Second Life and other On-Line Worlds will be recognized for their dual existences, meaning that a Rock Star in Second Life will have a marketing identity in this World, fans,celebrity, riches, and all the Rock Star experiences. Your Goddess foresees her future, and the future of all Worshippers of all types as including this mind-expanding opportunity to act ahead of the unenlightened, unfortunate, and unfulfilled masses.

Wake up, Worshippers! Wake to what I really AM! I am the next leve of existence, the hightest level of physical and mental saturation that today's male and female seekers can experience. Second Life took me literally a thousand hours to study, design, build, network, and ultimately emerge as if by magic as one of its "coments" of power from another World. The land I have quietly accumulated through research and mind bending, and the design I put into it, are so outsanding that i receive over 300 offers a day to purchase even bits of my estate-offers in real dollars!. I fly through cities and walk with "shields" around me because word has spread that i shall be onf of a few illustrious rulers at the top of a society devoted to what you Worshippers seek-overwhelming experience and mind altering guidance.

And I have saved what will captivate you most (at first) about Second Life. My Avatar. An Avatar is my physical form in a computerized second body. Do you wish to know what it feels like to look into my eyes? To watch my hair cascade down over my full breasts? Of course you do-you simple have no idea how many times this desire will be amplified in your visits in Second Life to my Realm, dugneons, and ballrooms. Do you wish to be memorized by my walk? Intimidated by my presence? Obedient to me so well that you look up from your kneeling position, your eyes panning up from my boots or heels, past thighs that make you weak, to a waist and breasts that make you explode with erotic anticipation, and dare to accept my offer to look directly into my controlling eyes? Or do you wish to show me how much pain you can take when your goddess of Second Life and this Life straps you into a dungeon toy just to hear you scream how well you will obey me and live to serve me? do you wish to watch me put on my leather gloves, only to caress your obedient shoulders? Does the lift of my breasts as I cinch on my strap-on excite you?

In the near future, sessions in Second Life, of Real Time training, transforming, mind control and pain will precede any time you wish to spend with me in Real life in my home dungeon, or in your ho me town when i pay you a surprise visit. Already the list of hopeful Admirers has started in Second Life. But as always i am very picky. Only the most devoted need apply, only the most valuable and the most mentalling engaging. Be one of those, and you shall experience satisfaction beyond anything you could imagine in not just one World, but in two Worlds.


Over the next month, I shall be posting blogs that infor you more about Second Life, and how it is enriching both my life (which is your utmost goal) and transforming the lives of Worshippers who find a purpose on both Worlds. I have links to Second Life on my Website. Follow them. Explore. Prepare to create a terrific Avatar for yourself there. Learn. Grow. Become valuable to yourself and to me, and to the next era of dual existences. I have no time or place for dinosaurs that will not evolve to a changing universte...a universe that I reign supreme as the Goddess who creates what others cannot even imagine, in you, and in my Realms.

Symbol Of Pleasure

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 shoulder, right below his favorite tattoo. G.S. Forever etched into his body and soul.

Ahh, but he has yet to feel the sexual power that my branding possesses. It is one of my deepest secrets. This is more than a symbol. It is a conduit for my power. His psychic eye sees it for what it is – chains around his soul and portals to my keenest attention.

You see, hopeful and jealous Servants in training, when I see my Devil Puppy now, the first image I have is of my initials on his shoulder, my second is of his hard and totally controlled cock, the third is of all the doors into the deviant mind of his. Knowing he has committed himself to publicly displaying his obedience and worship of me earns him so much more sexual attention than others who simply talk about how much they desire me.

Devil Puppy was (sometimes is) defiant, but it is mainly due to his need for me, rearing its head, compelling him to do things that require my strict words to punish him or realign his priorities. IT IS ALL FOR ME. All his being, all his mind, all his will, all his sexual energy, all his ego, all his pride, all his future.

When he told me he was leaving his house for the tattoo parlor, my skin began to tingle. I couldn’t ignore the pleasure he was bringing me even though I was busy with creating my new and most powerful and sexy MP3’s. I had him text me as he neared the moment. The rush of power I felt when he lay on the table was intoxicating, for it came not just from him, but from the powers of the universe that are stoked red hot when a mark of ownership is put on a soul’s body. Dark forces recognized me for my excellence and control, and building hunger for more souls like his to reward with out of control sexual addiction and highs.

I wanted to know the moment that skin was sliced with a needle and blood began to drip. I filled his mind with orgasmic futures as my branded slave, the one I turn to when I need a good whipping to whip me into sensual pleasures. As the stainless cut into him, the ink was my leash, my studded collar on his eternity. Making him MY property, beyond death, for as the gates of hell open, I shall be recognized as his owner far beyond when he is rotten. SOOO PLEASURABLE and EROTIC. I could hear his moans of pain as he suffered to show me how good a servant he can be. As he squirmed, so did I, but that was because I had commanded a Princess and Slave to massage me into a solid link with his sexual soul. I was sucking up his sex magic in his pain and moans, and pumping them right back into those inked initials. It’s like a plug in for me. ZAP! You’re mine, you’re hard, you’re obedient!

Devil Puppy is mine now, whether he impresses me enough to claim him daily or not. From now on, his devotion to me is a conversation piece. Etched on his body, is the topic he shall proudly share hundreds of times a year. If he were trash to me and nothing worth caring about, he would still have to explain to others his permanent mark of his everlasting devotion to ME. He could go through years of anger and defiance, and yet in the mirror he would see the truth. His disobedience would eat him up from the inside until he begged to come back to worship me. If he should go toward heaven, the angels would see my brand and throw him back to me, telling me my beauty and sexual control have ruined him for heaven, because what I gave him on earth in this body now marked as owned by me, is far more rewarding than playing harps and shitting clouds.

Now I know the depraved depths he would sink into, for he MUST go farther. The initials command him. They pulse in the night as he sleeps, demanding he prove how deserves to wear them. My limits on how far I will push him, how much I will allow him to excite me, how deeply I am driven to transform him and reward him with erotic intoxication have expanded exponentially. Now the imperative of his dignity-defending ego shouts, “It’s a matter of pride only that this mark not be in vain!”

Yes, he shall hear this echo constantly. He does not even know how much farther his mind and body can reach to please me. This mark opened some doors that are not opened, ever, otherwise.

Even now, as I think of them, and view them in several photographs, it makes me warm and wet imagining the torments, and sexually explosive experiments and proven hypnotic and physical tests, I shall put him through. I actually woke up today with a smile on my face, for a specially tailored assignment came to me in the night, as he will CUM for me once I ambush him with it. The initials shall make him powerless to resist, and so eager to savor my surprise.

Devil Puppy has been with me for a while … withstanding the test of time. And what I put him through was erotic hell on earth, mind control torture – but both of these are experienced after the fact as pure sex magic, giving him a pure purpose – TO EXIST ONLY FOR ME, AND BE OWNED FOR ETERNITY ONLY BY ME.

Mmmmm, touches me all over just announcing that … you would like to touch me, too, wouldn’t you? Touch me where I’ve touched, where he shall touch, where wickedly intense and perverse fetishisms touch? You want attention on this scale, in this potency, and you know it. You’re moving toward it, and you know it. You’re preparing yourself for it, and you crave it. Symbols of Pleasure.

WEAR IT.
FEEL IT.
LIVE IT.
EXIST FOR IT. SERVE IT.
BECOME SOMETHING OF VALUE OBEYING AND WORSHIPPING IT.

I must go now. An otherwise obedient servant failed me in a promise. I shall torment him with his own fears, then ignore him which is his most painful punishment, for his addiction to me is so great he literally convulses in pain when he does not see my gorgeous body or commands. I shall let him know that all the attention normally spent shaping him shall be forced upon Devil Puppy. When this failing servant restores his purpose with me, I shall force feed him his fetishes until the cum I pour down his mouth hits such a volume that it pumps out of the cock I control. Don’t let his image of slavery induce you to try displeasing me, I know fakery, and he was at the mercy of forces outside his control. But know that the ones who gain my focus are ones like Devil Puppy, overcoming their pride and fears to publicly announce who they obey, obsess over, crave, and serve.

Mommy Deepest- Feminzation Ind.

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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 control master is changing literally every last brain cell that relates to your sexual identity. Leaving just a pocket or two fails to complete the mission.

For YOUR benefit, and to further raise my Goddess rule over you, I present yet another mental miracle from BRAINWASH 2.

My evil snicker still escapes me – and you most likely are still humored from the video above showing a little bit what is meant when I say, “total control” or “my reality and realm.”

Mommy Deepest I call him now, for I see all of Joan’s glorious feminine form in her now. Yes, that’s right … just look at her and say you don’t wish for me to bring out your deepest, most important fantasy and make it real. Forced feminization is very personal, and monumentally important to feeling whole as a woman (previously only a man) if this is in your psyche from birth, as it usually is. Imagine going your whole life with experts saying, “No one can help you, just forget about it.” And then you find MOI. Your Goddess. Your Master. Your Savior. You merciless agent for truth in who you are.

Mommy Deepest held on to his secret for a few sessions on phone and over Yahoo I.M.. Then it came out – I want – I must be – a woman, a total woman. Yet, he was too masculine to embrace it, too fearful, too trapped in what the world expected him to be (which is to be fucking miserably hollow, his soul longing, his sex drive begging … to be a woman.) He’d probably tried all sorts of half-way effective avenues: support groups, new Internet identities, days spent trying to believe he’s a woman but always falling short.

I knew what he needed. I warmed him up with a few Inductions, and Forced Fem. But knew that his mind still held on (like about 99% of all cross dresses still hold on) to the fact that he’s just “impersonating” a woman.

All it took was a couple of sessions of Brainwash 2, which by the way, unless you’ve been sleeping through these blogs, I happen to tailor to each of you in some way or another, proving yet again that I do what all the posers (of mind control) haven’t the talent or desire to do FOR YOU. [Being Goddess reigning over an erotic realm is SUCH demanding presence when one cares for her admirers like a Renaissance Ruler cares for the kingdom’s citizens … bring me another Servant to load into the catapult, and where’s my flogger and floggee?]

Just look at how happy she is, now that the role of Mommy (female) is allllll that exists in that femmy little mind. A hundred months with a shrink couldn’t do that for her. Yet I did! When I want that to end, it does, nearly forgotten by the conscious mind, so his days go as normal, until it is triggered again.

Yes, Your Goddess is manipulative, a perfectionist when it comes to surrender and obedience, and merciless with her punishment and her sadistic flavors when you are in my company. That’s what it takes to be WHAT YOU NEED, and cannot live without once you see how true that is and the powers of my will and voice.

Oh so yummy to simply devour someone’s entire past identity and the soul it has with it, to let the one I create share life now. Now let’s see, to partner him up with a cock sucking slut/whore who will tell him his pussy tastes delicious (and believe that is what he’s sucking if I so wish.)

Brainwash is one of my Masterpieces. Several more are to come. See my creations from my perspective. Imagine sitting on my Goddess Throne in my court, surrounded by an array of totally obedient, thoroughly indebted and happy mind control Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, and Whores, each acting out without inhibition. They are the perfect actors, for they have truly totally become their role. My array of Academy Award winners will be on display, and later in the year, we shall have our Oscars! So pay attention, try to relate to their characters as you watch their 1-3 minutes of fame on my blogs. Remember them all. Learn about their roles. Can you see yourself as one of them? It will help you relate to their roles and paths, appreciate their journey, and prepare yourself for your own.

I’ve got to go prepare for a small summer drink party for later. Tonight is the full 50 minutes of Mommy Deepest is set up for a private screening for myself, two gorgeous Princesses, a Lesbian neighbor couple, and a Servant who shall be my personal horsy.
TALLY-HO … HO’S!

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!