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.


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

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.

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

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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.

The Manchurian Whore -(Brainwashed Ind.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Anniversary To Me!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Princess And The P

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tales of Transformation and Tribute

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Clay … soon we meet again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deserving It "ALL"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Honor Thy Goddess

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fiery sensuality, lingerie nearly burned off my flesh under my own groping hands, enforced by mind altering visuals and audio triggers – MMMM, yes, surrendering creatures enslaved by your own sexual hunger, I do “deliver.” Scientists used electronic sensors to give full sight to a blind man … and in seconds he was orgasmic with overload, fixated to insane levels, and imprisoned by flashbacks for his brain never did recover. My visual creation goes beyond that pulverizing you to the core with sex – pure, uncontrollable sexual bonding with me. You think you can handle it? Hah, I laugh. Try … you’ve begged so long, dripped obediently for it so achingly long, don’t deny yourself your life-changing pleasure. Watch in awe as my sculpted red nails mesmerize you through a tour over the perfection of my body. Feel the heat, the temptation to be smothered by my flawless flesh, my full breasts heaving as you succumb to the mysteriously entrancing purity of white panties barely restraining the sexual succubus you begged to feed with orgasm after orgasm. I’m testing your limits, your need to go beyond them can’t be refused, give in, knowing the lust may extinguish you.

V -Rule By Vagina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IT’S GOOD TO BE QUEEN!