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.

Foot Fetishists Beware

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

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

Saphires Lethal Tease

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