
Life after death. What’s the point? To justify the reasons why you do not experience what you desire? That’s how religion set it up. To keep the ignorant masses in line. The problem comes when they are no longer ignorant, or blinded by the fear of burning in Hell.
I know Hell. Yes, it’s a freak fest of sin, yes there is pain … but I see more pain inflicted by organized religion every day. And we fall for it by the millions, this fear of eternal damnation. Why do we have this? I’m talking about how civilizations create this idea of an afterlife to keep their citizens in line. During the Renaissance, Savanarola in Florence took religious sermons in a new and terrifying direction by injecting hour long descriptions of the pain a sinner suffers in Hell. His mission was two-fold. The wise Savanarola knew that his power in the Roman Catholic Church increased with every new convert. And, he knew that his coffers became fat. You see, Florence was party central. No one paid the previous meek sermons on loving Jesus and each other any notice. The citizens of Florence were too busy spending time and money on sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Well, orgies with lute music, anyway. Lorenzo the Great had gathered the greatest artists and thinkers in the world to form what was called The Platonic Academy. Each of the major religions from around the world had a few elements of value, and fusing the best messages with the clear thinking of Aristotle and the fundamentals in Plato’s Utopia. The genius of avoiding the traps and hypocrisy of Christianity, Judiasm, and Islam in order to live a life closer to God’s idea of a prosperous humanity was embraced. Savanarola had to think fast. He aided as the Church sent assassins to bump off some of the Academy. They scared Leonardo d’ Vinci into fleeing to France. Michelangelo went into hiding. And Savanarola became the darling of the church until power hunger made him uncontrollable, so the Church, in its usual way, made him a demon and had him burned at the stake.
Why this little rant on religion? One of my Servants? His father died. A week ago. I may be his Goddess, and he adores me and serves me, but, out of respect for his wise mind and long devotion and pushing to advance, I remained neutral, not wanting to capitalize on this situation if he needed time in the Vanilla world of his family to recover or at least adapt. I knew he was not adhering to any faith, but, death of a father or mother changes you. It simply does.
His wisdom and strength regarding the flux of life pleased me and bound him to me even closer. Without prompting, he realized that he could either dwell in misery based on ideas set forth in Christianity …. Or follow his more predominant feeling, which was a growing desire to open up to me and let me turn this moment into a period of accomplishment.
We had talked of what we do not believe in religion, so that was not an issue. He went straight for realizing that in this state, his portal to new experience or his orientation to new experience, I should say, was ripe for advancement. After he repeated his desire to take advantage of this moment, I focused my powers on his mind, will, and soul. There was nothing pitiful about him or his state, nothing fragile. He was more open, simply that.
Though quit taxed by a full day of inductions and new applications for slavery, I took hours entering his mind in various ways and on various levels of mind control and erotic hypnotism. I was not heavy handed, I was specific. I led him down staircases to different chambers in my realm of reality. His mind absorbed greatly. Hungrily. At each new experience, he adapted, and saw how much it advanced him in life. Not just past his grief, which he stated was eclipsed by my reasoning, but in his understanding of how much more deeply and intensely he will worship me and serve me. He knows by now that many of my trances are far more devious and far reaching than they seem. Through one trance, and a few dialogs, I planted seed after wicked seed, which immediately sprouted. He was enveloped in mind altering euphoria for hours each day while tending to the process of putting those we love into the ground.
I was extremely pleased when in critical moments in our induction/trance he was given the easy choice or the eternal choice, and he chose to go deeper, to experience more before his own death, with his Goddess guiding him where he is lost. Now, mind you, this is an extremely experienced, smart, and brave person, who does not need to ask others to lead him. But at the same time, he is smart enough to know when he needs a guide, and who is fit to guide him.
I am aware of the timing of this big step into my realm. This earns him appreciation for his sacrifices and personal experiences, which in turn inspire me to take the very best of my domination, mind control, and soul leeching and apply it to him.
You all search for a dominant woman or hypnotist expecting (and some even demanding) to be instantly effected, changed, or impressed. Okay, so you might be. But, here is someone who applies his own being and will, his faith, in the process of me guiding him. He is not a pushover. He draws the best out of me. Not by griping, but by focusing. By appreciating. By serving and being honest. In turn he advances, I take him places others cannot go. While he is not a “model submissive or slave” he is real, he is interesting, he is worth dominating and enslaving. He is worth all the pleasures of pain and addiction I command into his mind and soul. He reminds me why I devoted so many years to rising to the pinnacle of erotic mind control and BDSM lifestyle. While I shall always be superior to him and never let him challenge that role, I would stand beside him as a valued human being and surely a top level Servant some day, as he seems to be evolving toward a full understanding of what he sacrifices to transform into what I must make of him.
I understood he cried. And not for me. I understood he felt pain, and not at my hand. I understand that his mind was filled with thoughts that were not of me … for moments. But I also know he opened the floodgates of emotional control to me. For this, he will be rewarded with more intensive servitude, deeper erotic control and pleasures, unbearable sexual highs and addiction, entrance into my intoxicating realms, and orgasmic surrender as I devour his soul.
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