Hypnotic Tease 2

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Balls and Chains

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Covet-It Does The Body Good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CumSlut Rising

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your Summer Hypnotic Video Tease

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

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

Experiment In Obsession

Madonna - 4 Minutes

I rule over men, and understand their weaknesses. I wonder if I were a mere man how long I could delay falling into my ensnaring beauty. So many men fail in their first second to qualify as someone I respect due to the way they nearly explode with attention to my body and face. It’s the ones who respond to my power that have a chance. Men cannot prevent their body from responding with arousal, but their mind needs to be more complex to trap for it to be a truly engaging interaction. And that only happens when they pay attention to smaller details than my firm, swaying breasts. I don’t have the time or the desire usually to spend seducing someone from afar. But a scene with my neighbor opened the door to some truly devilish corruption.

My lifestyle and personality do not mix well with the Welcome Wagon set. Since moving into my house three years ago, while I am cordial to my neighbors and give them nods and smiles, I do not know any of their names. I can correctly flesh out their lives by no more than a few minutes a month seen dragging their kids’ bikes into the garage or picking up their mail. Then this whole theory that my neighbors could offer me nothing changed with the people living to the right and behind me as the street curves.

Behind my house is a deck that extends from my exercise bedroom past the family room toward the kitchen. Windows all over. Both two stories, my master bedroom upstairs. I had caught glimpses of the boy being raised by a stay at home mother and traveling father His name I heard called many times by an out-of-touch mom … it’s Peter - finishing up high school, learning to drive. The whole family quite conservative in dress, car, décor, holidays. I had heard that both parents were the most vocal at Mormon Church meetings that targeted the demon on homosexuality (horrors)! Fine, they were not interesting to me, and I just ignored them. As for Peter? I’m not attracted to boys, it’s like he doesn’t exist.

Regularly, I go down to do my workout sometimes in the early evening … you know, twilight, when lights are not on inside yet, and you can see a grey-ish reality inside houses and shadows through their windows? So I never thought I was under spotlight. And there are shrubs and a few trees in between our houses. I work out in a tight leotard, and sometimes even a thong and tank top if I’m doing yoga. My body gets worked up, slick with the sheen of the sort of energy that comes out of me when my body is being pushed physically into things I like (such as positions of power, such as domination clothing, such as upon my pedestal of Goddess reign.) There is a stationary bicycle, some weights, a mat. On one wall there is a space where I had a carpenter set up a movable wall that has horizontal dowelling rods set up every 6 inches. Usually this is used so for sit ups, and the sit up deck can be raised higher for a better work out. I tried that, but my breasts, being so full, would be so close to my chin and mouth that I couldn’t decide whether to enjoy them with my tongue or do sit ups, but GOD does it get me hot to feel these beauties swell up and show their full control over you. [Hmm, I might just have to take a break soon to remind myself … hmm, should set up a strong submissive visitor, bind him to the wall, make him watch, and hang a 5 lb. weight off his cock, telling him if he can get fully erect with that weight he can slide the cock I now control between my breasts as long as I am in a dominant position over him … and force him to hold it there fully erect for 15 minutes without moving while I stroke my strap on to infuse the idea that taking my strap on is tied to my perfection … oh, I shouldn’t blurt out my idle thoughts, just a Goddess notation for wickedness put down on paper, back to my story.]

I knew that at times Peter, and even his mother, watched me in the back yard if I took a call out there, or when I moved around some flower pots. My barbeque is also out there, but I let my servants tend the fires. They get enough heat from me inside, they’re used to it. Still, I had so little interest in the neighbors that they were like ghosts. Then of course there is my lifestyle that I live. If I left all my windows open, neighbors would be shocked at the endless parade of men in leather masks, infant attire, crossdressing, or naked and used as whipping boys or furniture. Not to mention the 5 Princesses that either are being educated in the ways of mind and body control over men, or are now serving me as Slaves. To see them begging for a chance to prove their oral skills on me, both of us dressed in lingerie? I would have an endless stream of men at my door to borrow sugar, and women ready to run me over as they drive past. [Perhaps I teach them ALL hypnosis for a fee, yes, like a Property Fee they have in condos, to keep things growing in the best way. Another Goddess note.] So I keep all blinds closed. But our close quarters led to a surprise a month ago.

Peter showed up after 2 years of college, his entire look and body had changed. Muscles, decent hair cut, better clothes, better music blaring when his parents were away. But I still was not aroused by him. So little mind to feed off of, so … VANILLA. Then one day the door to their guest wing flies open. (They have a long, wrapping property and added on this guest wing that is closest to my house.) Peter used this wing for his violin practicing before college, and when coming back, dropped the violin I guess in favor of Guitar Hero, which he’s actually pretty good at in an Osmands way. He had been brave enough to play in front of a window when I was out back – surely to get my attention. So this one day, I see a limousine pull into their driveway. Curious, and rare in this hood. I’m instructing a servant on where to put the groceries his generously bought me, so my garage door was open to see this arrival. I’m back in the kitchen, and looking out the back window when Peter sprints out with his arms full of magazines. He tosses them into the garbage can and bolts back inside. Only seconds behind him appear this Morman Minister from some foreign country, not sure where, but he did not speak English. He and his family were going to take over the guest wing of the house, only the weekend, but Peter obviously was hiding this. So in an hour, they left for church (how nice, you can always count on religious folks for closet cases.) And what do I find in their trash? About $300 of gay and bisexual fetish porn. Yes, it seems Peter is not so Vanilla after all. And with them, a letter to the magazine, asking how afraid he is now that he’s identified his fetishes. He wanted to be dominated, wanted the taste of a hard cock slick with pre cum in his mouth, wanted to be penetrated, cock ball torture, the works! And to top it off, he does not want to go on their family mandatory two year religious mission now that he is overwhelmed with a desire to feel a whip lashing his ass while his nipples are clamped. He was quite specific, and when he talked of paying a woman all he had in savings if she would only force him to serve as her foot slave … well, didn’t that make me moist in the right places? I didn’t realize it, but while reading his letter, I instinctively strolled over to my slave, used a finger to signal him to my ankles, and had him licking his way to approval … all the while fingering the dildo he was just finished cleaning … hmm, the joys of strolling in a Goddess home. [Why is my mind wandering to such erotic ideas today? Must be the sudden warm spell.]

Suddenly Peter got a whole lot more interesting to me. For purely devilish reasons, yes, but, also to save Peter from a hellish life lived to please other people. For his last lines said that his craving are so great he would rather die than never experience them. [And who says a dominant woman doesn’t give back to the weak? I saved his ass either from a hellish life without his fetish, or afterlife in hell for secretly being a Bisexual submissive –oh, wait, he could escape hell if he sucked the cock of every minister between him and salvation, I forgot how that works – HAHA.]

I had a schedule of Real Time (R/T) slaves and Servants in training to choose from. But for the most part, I wanted to enjoy this myself. The idea of manipulating him to make his own surrender to his true self was getting me wet the more I thought of it. That first night, I watched his routines – which windows he passed in front of, what views he has, when he sleeps, etc. Then I also placed my props in the right places in the house . On the last night of the visiting Minister, they had planned a special dinner for 6. I waited for just before then to appear. I caught Peter in his room walking in front of the window. I turned on the light in the work out room. I was doing my stretches … but with one of those hard phallic foam tubes that you roll over – 4 feet long and 4 inches wide, bendable but also firm. Only I was not just rolling over it on my side or thigh. I made sure that this tube fell securely between my legs … and in that second when he stopped in front of the window, I knew the hook was set. And to slide the tube between my legs, squeeze it, and then press it between my heaving breasts while arching my back hit all the erogenous zones. My routine of rocking on it sent the message to him. Yet, it is no fun for me to give him a quick jerk off. My first lesson would be release denial and craving. I made sure I disappeared within seconds. He turned off his light to watch, but I had timed it to match dinner. And I could feel his torment as he said, “Be right down, Mom” three times before finally giving up his dark perch as a voyeur. Of course I turned on the bright light again once he was seated to torment him during dinner.

Later, from my bedroom, I could see him in the front yard, being forced to stand in pictures with the visiting Minister for an hour. I kept on turning on the light in my bathroom, then my bedroom … knowing it was driving him crazy. Finally he gets to his private area …the guest room which I heard him loudly offer to clean up … and my lights go dark. Hah! But the fun came in the middle of the night. At 2 A.M. I “accidentally” turned the workout music on loudly, and sure enough, he woke up. I walked from window to window in my robe, making sure that from my body language it looked like I had too much energy. My delicate bra and panties couldn’t hold me in. I straddled the arm of a sofa and rocked on it a few minutes, watching his shadow move across his windows. I always quickly disappeared before he could orgasm. I did this again at 4, and again he woke himself up. Now he was already programmed to adjust his movements to taste more of my erotic teasing.

I kept this up for 5 days. It worked out easily with my slave and Internet routine. Oh yes, while I write to you on Yahoo IM and accept your praise and tributes, and go on for private video chat with my most generous and obedient slaves, he gets to see me in the same tight clothes, leather, whip in hand … and on one special time, doing my pedicure to truly torment him. But I made sure that he would never have enough time with me to orgasm. Hah, one time, when his mother was in the only room with him that can look in my office, I stayed around to torment him …then vanished when she left. So devilish.

The next day I made sure that he saw two of my Gorgeous Princesses come over. We went out on the deck and talked loudly enough about how disappointed it was when men did not last through the length of foreplay to get to the real hot sex. While I would not indulge in sex with them for viewing, I commanded them to put on a show for his training in the work out room. It was a natural progression of sexuality. I gave him not just a lesbian show … but one with Hentai and stunningly sexy latex dresses. One dress was right from the magazine he had dripped a cum stain on. But to keep him from coming too soon, I made sure that it could only be watched through some vertical blinds that would only open when blown by a moving fan. That night, I slept while my Princesses began a regular routine of depriving him of sleep to feed his growing addiction. I had them stuff his mailbox with fetish mail order offers – wicked, for his parents were upset and threw it out. He would retrieve it from the trash later. He was suffering withdrawals from tossing his porn stash. I replaced it with what fit my dominance. He got into the habit of making sure he got to the mail first.

I know that minds do not transform into the depth of erotic mind control that I demand that quickly. And my wicked techniques take some time. So I planned out my weeks ahead now that he got a taste of all I offer, or some of it, anyway. What I needed to do was reduce his sleep, which I had been doing for two weeks now, and at the same time, make him starve for a glimpse of me. So I shut most of my blinds, but kept some open. Each night I made sure that my Princess would turn on lights, and that he would spend hours in the dark trying to see me clearly. One of my more clever moments came when I had my Princess take out the trash from my office. I made sure that there were some references to some of my most powerful erotic ensnarement trances written down on scrap paper. They of course are my recordings, but I did not want him to know too much. He had not heard my voice much, so I disguised them with simple frequency modulation. I put them on a simple site with no links, knowing he would listen to them over and over. They included most of my BDSM MP3’s, plus my Saphireist, Experiment, Arousal, and Vampire recordings.

For yet another four days I was gone to my new home, though on computer with you all when there, and he never knew it. (This is my first house, closer to NYC.) My Princess kept notes on his movements. For I am too busy to devote that much time to him. I had a weekend off in New York compliments of a loyal Crossdresser who paid me for a two day shopping spree for his new Spring wardrobe.

While gone, I changed my training from orgasm denial to massive cum draining. During this time, I ordered one of my Princesses to stay over. I made sure she turned on the lights in various rooms. I had closed the blinds and sheer drapes just enough so he could never know it was not me. At 5 a.m., I had her go into the workout room … and begin to masturbate with the foam roller. The only light was from the television, and so it took him quite a while to get enough of a view to cum. Still, he had not learned the stages of denial that I demanded. I told my Princess to make sure that he got a chance to spread his cum over every window sill in the house by only appearing in the view of one window at a time. What this does is subconsciously force him mind to learn there is no place he can go and not think of cumming upon seeing the trigger I built in his mind – His Future Goddess with a whip in her hand, or playing with leather clothing, painting her toes – every orgasm was tied to a fetish I would amplify. The real treat came when I put bisexual dominance porn on my big screen. Oh, he must have had the binoculars out for that one, which I made sure played on and off from 3-6 a.mm. while his parents slept.

He is young, and according to records, he probably came 8 times a day. I had it set for every 3 hours. His body was being trained to produce more cum than normal, so that he was a slave to the cock I was quickly controlling.

The day upon my return, I sat outside, but with my back turned to his house as if to catch direct sun. I started in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, slowly showing more skin. His house was full of women over for a Tupperware party (that should have been a traveling dildo and vibrator party, they would make far more money, who cares what they store their jello in this year? Sheesh.) The shirt opened. The coolness made my nipples poke out of my thin bra so much that even from his distance I knew he could see this. Taking out the trash from what must have been every single trashcan in their house, I could see him dying to talk to me. I knew this was coming. The normal way a guy his age, even a shy one meets a girl is to say hi over the fence. Right before this could happen, I made sure that I went right back inside. I let him watch me prepare to go out shopping.

I opened my garage, and sure enough, he opened his. I went down the street to the major highway and he followed me in his Mom’s Ford Mini-Van. I knew he would. As I drove in my oversized dark glasses, I opened my blouse. Under it was a new tight black bra. I had dusted it with glittery powder that looked so good that I had to caress them. He came up alongside me at a light, and I could see his jaw drop out of the corner of my eye when my fingers began stroking my cleavage and then tempted my stiffening nipples. I drove 30 minutes, teasing him. I swear he almost got into three accidents trying to keep the right view. My destination? The best BDSM store in the state. I knew he would be too afraid to go inside. I had pre ordered my purchase anyway, and was back in my car in minutes. Imagining how hard his cock was when he saw his first real life domination jockstrap turned me on enough that I had to torment him some more by letting him watch me rest the new dildo – that would eventually be used on him – between my legs as I drove home. When I pulled out the leather jock, I could see his mouth drop open right before he had to hit the brakes to keep from rear ending … Oh, he’ll rear end sure enough, but not in a car. I then took off and made sure he could not view me again. I wanted that cock unsatisfied!

You know those cartoons when smoke comes off the heels of the Coyote? He climbed the stairs to his best lookout room about that fast, with smoke coming off his heels. But I would teach him unfulfilled cock torment that day. I dressed in my least sexy outfit – a poncho in fact, and spent my day at the computer with my on line servants.

Finally we came down to the serious mind play. I put a strobe light up in the exercise room. I waited until 3 a.m. when I knew his parents would never see this. The light turned on, and he rose from bed. My Errand Boy was upstairs watching his movements through binoculars and relaying to me what he was doing. I knew how quiet it was. And so my Princess and I went outside for a late night cup of tea. His window opened as we talked about how no one could be happy until they embrace their fetishes. The trigger words from my inductions were hitting all the right moments, and I knew he was responding by sinking into a light trance of obedience.

When I walked back inside, the Princess assisted me. I had dressed in a leather corset. As has she. We turned out the lights, making him ache for light for a full 5 minutes … then we turned on a strobe light. That was when Peter saw for the first time his fate in his fetish realm. My Princess led a Slave dressed in a leather jock strap up to the movable wall with the horizontal doweling rig, cleverly disguised but really my bondage wall. With us putting nipple clamps on him, I could feel his presence in the dark. I had given him a special induction that described this exactly, and knew that he was going into a trance, unable to jerk off. When a second slave appeared, and was forced to his knees, I knew that Peter was also according to reports from upstairs. The slave collar was a key temptation. I had it dangling from my fingertip, holding it up to one or the other slave, knowing that Peter was begging to wear it. He was going to learn that his position is not to have sex with me, but to serve a dominant man or woman, and let them force his fetish desires on him. My Princess and I took turns whipping both the collared man and the other kneeling slave. The foot fetish was brief, for that is not his biggest fetish. I had saved something special for him. All this time, my spotter upstairs in the darkest room gave me word that he had gotten out of his house … had actually opened up the back door, and sneaked to the fence. Now he could watch from only 20 feet away.

When the bound slave was finally released, the bottom slave draped himself over the padded bench. One of my favorite dominations is both oral and anal penetration by two women at the same time. I commanded the Top Slave to enter the Bottom from behind. Then, my Princess got in back of the Top, and I got in front of him. With his mouth and ass in the perfect position, I let her enter him first. This drove the Bottom crazy with anticipation. Slowly, I slide my vibrating strap on dildo into the Top’s mouth. I must say, that since I had never given such a corrupting show in my life, I got hot instantly. Soon, watching my gorgeous Princess reaching her climax made us both lose control. Our penetration sped up. I had timed this perfectly. Peter had dressed in a dark robe. But, when he tossed it off, I could see he was wearing a starter style leather body bondage and cock torture gig. I could see him, crouched on his hands and knees like a good Sub, sliding the big dildo he bought at the sex shop into his ass. This was enough to finish off my evening with a fantastic orgasm.

The moment that happened, the strobe light was turned off. Peter did not need to see any more. And the fun of voyeurism is never meeting. He had not learned that yet in his short life. I knew he went back inside, because his light turned on, and stayed on for the entire night. I saw he went to my website to listen to the recordings at dawn. I had planned it so that I was gone the next day, which was Friday. I left for three days. Not even a Princess was in the house. I knew this would not only drive him crazy, but give him time to make his own decisions.

So I had a slave stalk him when he went out locally for some cigarettes. This slave is quite charming, and within two nights, Peter had his first chance to enjoy a man in a submissive position. It was less than a week before Peter moved from the house. While he still went to church, he needed his own place to spread his new wings of deviance. My spies said he visited a few bondage bars until meeting someone of his choice. He shall never know the pleasure of being under my whip and breasts, for you cannot do this with a neighbor and not expect problems. I’m moving soon anyway.

For a voyeurism experience this delivered in ways most do not. I got to test my creativity, shape a mind, and gather some sexual power from yet another transformed slave.

Escape To Pleasure

“You’re in pain because you haven’t had a two hour hard-on in twenty years. Get used to it, because I’m going to trigger then three times a day until you’re back in college form. This is what you begged for without opening your mouth, and now you’re mine. Say it. Beg until I know you’ve opened your innermost core to my control.”

He kneels before me, his face inches from those parts of me he has obsessed to touch, and I can see in his face the awe building as I am the first women to truly understand him. Not that he is complex. While he spoke, volumes of truth he was still too afraid to admit to himself reached my dominant soul. Like so many married men, it takes a master such as myself to artfully dredge the depths of the emotional crap and ego assaults he has had to endure to live up to the ideals of a perfect husband. His fantasies are unique, yet common, as he is unique, yet commonly just a man, after all. A man who once had dreams, who once had freedom, who once had a cock so hard that girls would ache from it and for it again.

A mere woman who weds him cannot and should not belittle her own need. But the manners in which she dominates him can also cripple him from being the man she wants him to be. The man he longs to be, and might remember. Or maybe just the man that he slaved away for 20 years to be – one who make more than enough for his family, so that all extra can be lavished to serve his needs to be a sexual animal again. Only in my realm, the sexual animal that I release in him is controlled by my superior mind control powers. I chuckle to myself when a new married man comes under my crosshairs, and I see him spilling his guts about his past, his future desires, and his fantasies. He has no idea that some one else, some woman, can command his body and mind to better end results and periods of total sexual euphoria than he can because he’s never truly surrendered to one as powerful and skilled as this Goddess before him. Keeping him hard, training him to embrace his sexual fantasies at ten times the level he understands as his limits is easy for me. The meandering path he walks to the point of initial submission is far longer than it has to be in some cases, but I know where it will end. It will end before me, with me gazing down at him, like I was gazing down at Mr. Happily Married Country Club Man that I addressed in the opening paragraph.

“Oh I can feel it now… our erotic needs building. Your body reacts to my words, reacts to the body you see on your screen and the voice you hear. I’ve got control now. I’m not letting go until you are tormented with your own building sexual energy. Your cock needs my control, you can feel it thickening as you read my books. It’s too late to turn back, you know I have seen inside you, and can deliver what you need. Mmmm, I can feel it tingling my nipples, and traveling down to my thighs, my lips. This is what makes me wet, this is what makes my sexual powers grow – your lust for me. Give it to me, make me feel it, and don’t turn back.”

They say all the great men are married, and I agree. They were superior catches “when” they were married. But a lifetime of sucking out of him what he likes about himself changes him, makes him afraid of what he could be if he was freed. But he cannot get there by himself, and he and I know that, it is his “safety.” It is the safe way to contemplate what he should be doing and acting out at the very moment he meets me, or reads this. It is save because I am not yet in his mind, recreating his world so that he is freed within my arena of superior control and power over his body.

The men who accept that I can return to them the sexual energy, the mental freedom, the emotional euphoria that they vaguely remember from college days never leave me. They never regret a moment with me. They never look back with seething anger at me. They never imagine being unimpressed with my beauty, or nearly fucked to death by my mind, will, body, and toys. I drag them like begging sexual animals overwhelmed by their own desires to a world in which they have no limits in what they experience.

If you could only imagine the pleasure you have ahead of you. Hmmm, perhaps a glimpse from my eyes will help.

My eyes see more than any woman you’ve met. So when I pass my eyes over you, I see not the button down workaholic. My senses pick up your sexual history like a Geiger Counter, ticking away as I see right through you. I see your exploits, I see your cock getting hard in your pants as I allow my sexual energy to wrap around you when I gaze into your eyes. I’m already working within your mind, you just don’t know it. My subtle gestures, my words, the flick of my lips, my hand with red fingernails resting along a slim leg that becomes easy for you to imagine wrapped around your neck and back – I know what it’s doing to you. It’s make your pre-cum drip from that hard cock of yours. I watch your eyes glaze slightly, knowing that if I speak up just a bit, your subconscious mind hears amid the din of the room that I’m answering your fantasies. Few women could care less about pushing you beyond the limits you have accepted and breaking them until you experience the mind-blowing orgasms and rock hard manhood you always should have. But for me, it’s part of my total control over you, over owning you.

You have perverse desires. Extreme needs. You think no one can open up your world to live up to your fetish imagination. Hah, that makes me laugh, but also warm and erotically charged. I’ve had men like you in my hands, under my control, on the verge of tears after experiencing my level of sexual foreplay – which includes training you to live up to MY sexual needs and desires. Those worries of not being able to perform, of not being able to pleasure a woman for hour after hour fade away.

“Mmmm, if you could only be ME right now … looking down on my breasts spilling out of my bra. Spilling out because knowing what I’m doing to your mind and body as you read makes me twist around in my chair in anticipation. Yes, I can see you already, bound in leather, or tied to a bed with every cell in your body and every thought in your mind focused on pleasing me, and releasing. It is so wonderful to feel my blood coursing through my body, making it flush, making it slick with sexual tension. I will surely have to do something about this soon. Luckily I have a sexual slave nearby, eager to service me orally and in any painful way after that I dream up. “

The mind controls the body. My mind controls more of your body than you can because your mind is scattered in focus. My focus on your sexual energy, and giving it to me in return for living in a realm of pleasure does not fit in your conscious mind. I control you through your subconscious mind. Hmmm, how shall I explain how I do this? Example?

Mr. Good Husband … yes he had his wild days, in the Frat, on vacations in Vegas, in Florida. But with sex regulated to one night a week if all goes well, and it’s unfulfilling, sex is the last thing on his mind. Until I got into it. His mind that is. It began with some on-line exploration, me of his life, him of my powers. He knew that my body could make him cum, but, he needs more than wallpaper porn to evolve him into the man he was and wants. I worked in unnoticed ways, him thinking he’s playing along, unsure of the outcome. Then I revealed my progress in control.

“Sit at your desk and when you receive my trigger, your body will begin producing cum as if you’re about to orgasm. And as it does so, your awareness will turn to me, in your subconscious every command I gave you under erotic hypnosis will be executed by your body. This will deepen my control, until your body is overwhelmed with your sex drive. Your cock will throb as it drips pre-cum down your leg. You will remember my commanding you in trance, but that will be overwhelmed with how I am transforming your body. You will become a sex toy to me, one that I can start up, and you perform like an Olympic level sex machine, living out every one of your hidden desires.”

That would be the message. But the dialog he hears is more clipped. “Spurt.” “Harden.” “Throb.” “Nipples.” “Lips.” “Asshole.” “Dildo.” “Leather.” “Smell.” Images that make him drip cum, that make his body feel as if it’s being invaded with an alien sexual energy flash across his eyelids when he closes them. He’ll see what I programmed him to see after I leaned his weaknesses and desires. I planted in Good Husband’s mind over a hundred images and sensations of lips sucking his cock. So many that individual images overlap to create stop action motion pictures in his mind so overwhelming that his ass starts to thrust at the desk in front of him like he’s fucking it. He lost control of his body some days, his thighs aching from the tension of pushing out so much pre-cum. When I finally let him listen to my mp3 in the executive men’s room, or on the drive home, he cums so hard it shoots over his shoulder. Each day I build up his ability to make cum until it’s overwhelming, and that is how I want it, overwhelming to the point that it changes his body back into the sex machine it was. And only I can do that.

“I’m sitting before you, in my lace black corset and thigh-highs. Heat radiates from my torso. You cannot stop watching my inner thighs, though you know that one look to my tits, heaving up as I take breaths, would make you explode. Yet you are commanded to look and desire, desire my flesh, my hot lips in front of your face. As I consume your conscious mind with what it sees, I control you subconscious mind and therefore every inch of your body. Especially your tongue and cock. “

A Goddess of Sexual Control opens her legs for you? You damn well know you’re going to give the best oral sex of your life. A pussy more gorgeous, more perfect, more delicious than anything you remember is inches from your hungry tongue. All those years of learning the best techniques, finally I will gather them. I will make you my oral sex slave. Your tongue will be worked out like you would work your biceps in college. Your tongue will lick within my honey walls of control until your mind is nearly dissolved with passion, lust, and my hypnotically controlling words. And while you serve me on your knees, your cock throbs, dripping, waiting to be satisfied.

I live for this control, for seeing your body before me, for dragging out of you the energy and craving for a perfect female form. I am that form. And unlike other women, I have the power to transform you. You must let me in. Your cock is throbbing now. If I were in your mind, as I will be soon, it would be teased and pleased and controlled daily until it is once again your ultimate source of pride – pride under my control. The resentment you feel for being so socially confined, for not being rewarded for your sacrifices, for not being recognized as a man guilt to please a woman – all this evaporates from your stressful life. You have something to live for again – pleasing me. For in pleasing me, I deliver you to who you once were. Only now, you exist for my pleasure, for my improvement. For my rewards.

The ultimate present, the ultimate sexual high, is yours, though it is modified to fit my lifestyle and dominance.

“You tilt your head back, I grab your chin and brow, and penetrate your mouth with the most erotic, mind controlling kiss of your life – a kiss of death to your old self.”

You have no idea how well you can please me when I have bent you over my pleasure benches, or when I have spread eagle your body before my whips, or my kneeling female sex slaves, there only to service those men who please me most. For it is their purpose to please me too, in any way I command. Your fantasies, however uncommon, will be unbound. I will release them from the chains of your daily life. They will come alive in front of me, or in front of your computer screen. Imagine my taking your mind, and placing in your hands feet that you worship until you orgasm without touching. This is my realm of pleasure. Example again.

Orgasms during sleep were a memory to one betrothed man. I knew he still had it in him. Sit in front of the computer and go through my exercises, through my training like he did. And then live his pleasure – night after night of erotic half-dreams, feelings of lips sucking his pulsing cock until it covered him in wet obedience. He begged for this, and I hit him with it so hard that he almost begged to make me stop. His wife, preferring to sleep in her own bed, slept through his hours of release so drawn out it was agony. His body would twist under the sheets as he felt hands and lips around him. A form of me, an extension of my power, was trained to visit him nightly, sucking hin dry, sucking him into submission.

“You have no idea how it feels to have so much sexual power in one body that it literally shapes you into the form I am in now. My very mental power designed this body as I grew up until it was pure sex, pure beauty, pure satisfaction. The skin is so soft, and it tastes so good. My lips so full, so powerful when they wrap around anything, whether it is your brain or your balls. And between my legs, I have the power to make you explode and hold you until you repeat again and again, as your mind is trained to do. You’re so ready to give it to me. But the mind must submit before the body has its turn. And of course, there might be the enslavement, pain, or denial , or perhaps a total body transformation that you need to be complete. I deliver that with my silver tongue and genius, wicked, sexual mind.”

And these examples are mild compared to what happens when you have pleased me so much that I invite you to visit and serve your Goddess in the flesh. To be in my presence to live out your inner sexual needs will be the high point of your life, the reason for 20 years of thankless work to make enough money and time for a woman like me. It is your re-birth into sexuality. Into happiness.

I will present a few choice stories of how perfectly I complete the lives of a man who is married yet needing my control. Look for them. Better yet, do what you came her to do. Live them. Begin now. Let my mind and soul take your body beyond where you imagine, into the world of pleasure only I can bring you.

“Enlightening you burns me with a need to release my powers on some lucky Servant. Hmm, now, who is most pleasing to me lately? Who has shown the most need for my control? Who has treated me to obedience and care? Ah, yes, you there, you with the hard cock and aching balls. You with the fetish only I can please. Open your mind. For you are about to get the mind-fucking of a lifetime. And this is just the beginning to real time pleasure at my feet, in my dungeon, in my realm of erotic control over you.”

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.

Too Many Souls To Play With

The spells been cast, and in the well, you see the live's she's broken. As you stare at the abyss, the pit returns your gaze, through the eyes of thousands tortured in her claws. See for yourself why they return over and over to that Exquisite Misery called Goddess Saphire.

On an even more pleasant note this has been quite a good day for me. One of my Secret Admirers has filled my account with enough funds to take the day off. Surely Pleased about that. I rewarded him with a little time. He's finally given in to my ways and is not so analytical of things. It was only a matter of time. I'm currently working with some new subjects. One of them a man just dying to be my little girl. Feminization never felt so better. Kind of cute in panties..He's soon to be transformed more.

"I'll never be home until you accept me by your side"(Lucipher)How touching..

And last but not least my ADORING Lucipher.*YOU FUCK*, who has by far pleased me quite a bit more today then he normally does. I can't get into details as it might cause too much arousal amongst my adoring servants and fans..I have to keep this one private it was too enjoyable. What I will say is my panties were quite moist..Yes I said it...and? You're probably wondering this very minute what that looks like.But only Lucipher knows.

Interests & Hobbies For Interested Servants

It's always good to stay updated on all my wonderful activities. Listed below are the many i've had my hands on.....

Erotic hypnosis Domina D/S Munch Group
Dominant Hypnosis phone domination femdom
consensual domme fetish smoking extreme
sissy sissy maid sissy boy cross dresser sissy slut
sissy slave cuckold,feminization mind control
Dominant,Naughty, Goddess, Pictures, Domina,
Passion, Worship, strap on mistress, hypnotic, dildo,
latex, leather, fem/dom, cuckold, mistress, phone sex,
foot,smoking fetish, fetish leg, fetish sex,
foot fetish, penis humiliation surprises,
teasing, toes, total power exchange, training,
training and obedience, tribute, tributes, verbal abuse,
verbal humiliation, wallet wallets, whipping, whips,
wish lists, worship, worship me walking wallets,
sugardaddies,Shoes,GoingOut,movies,candles,
shopping,slaves ,sissy's, cocksuckers,cock control,
orgasm denial, Financial slaves,cash cow,atm piggy,
your wallet,your bank account,foot fetish,
foot fetish boys,niteflirt, orgasm control, adopted bills,
adoration adult entertainment, New York ,assignments,
atms, bdsm, begging ,being a princess ,being pampered,
being spoiled ,boot fetish, boot worship ,buy my panties,
cash cash, money cashcows , chastity ,
clothing ,cock play ,collars, control, corsets,
crossdressers ,diamonds, discipline ,domestic,
dominance and submission, domination,
dominatrix ,domme ,email domination, female domination,
female superiority, female supremacy, femdom fetish,
financial abuse, financial domination ,financial servitude,
financial slavery, financial slaves,getting what i want ,
gift gifts, goddess worship , human atm, human pets ,
humiliatrix, keen ,male slaves, male sub mental mind fucks,
mind games ,mistress, mistresses ,money domme ,
money slavery, money slaves ,moneyslaves, obedience,
online domination, online training ,orgasm control ,
orgasm denial, pampering, panties for sale, paypigs,
phone domination, piggy banks, presents, princess,
public humiliation, punishment ,queens , serve ,servitude,
shoe/boot worship ,sissification, sissy boys slave ,slaveboys,
slaves ,small penis laughing, small penises, smoking fetish ,
sniffing panties, spending, spoiled brat, spoilers ,submission,
submissive ,submissive males, sugardaddies ,surprises ,
teasing ,toes, total power exchange, training,
training and obedience ,tribute, tributes, wallet monkeys,
wallets, webcam, wish lists, worship, worship me,
Being spoiled,Shopping, Designer Handbags and SHOES,
losers,servants, slaves,

Moon Induction-Series 2:Path To Pain

Three paths of enlightenment exist under the Goddess. Under her temple begins the program of the disciple that seeks revelations of misery.

Available Now @ www.erotic-bdsm-hypnosis.com

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SPIRIT GATE

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BACKDRAFT

BLACKHOLE




We both know what you seek – an erotic existence beyond what you can imagine, and a purpose greater than your past. You want the mind—blowing presence of my beauty and genius to hit you the moment you sit at your computer. My wickedly sexual and artistic screensavers tease your eyes, transforming your will and body second upon second. There should be rules against an image this addicting and erotic, but my devilish laugh answers that with the truth that you don’t want any limits on how deeply and how relentlessly I deliver you to the greatest sexual and hypnotic existence. By purchasing one of the screensavers above, you adapt to my being part of your every thought and moment.

Call Of The Wild

P-rrrrrrrrrrr … you can almost feel that “word” resounding in your eardrum, echoing in your mind even before it’s heard, or even if it’s never heard. P-rrrrrrrrr … that cat-like sound seduces everyone. It penetrates your mind, vibrating your conscious, subconscious, and soul, opening them up, making you want to be part of it. You can’t escape the desire to get more of it, or inspire more of it, that is human nature. Sound combines with all the other senses, all your memories, and all your dreams. That is why we can be infuriated behind the wheel of a car, and the moment a great song triggers a memory, we’re suddenly on top of the world, gleeful and open, forgetting everything except what that sound inspires in us.

Sometimes I like to envision the human mind as an object. This simultaneously can give it mystery and substance. It may be a puzzle to unlock one day, or a small evasive creature to trap the next. In the most engaging and powerfully bonding moments, I see it as somewhat of an amoeba … an organism that is constantly changing shapes, with solid boundaries that respond to stimulation and can be shaped into anything that it wants to survive, and anything I want to evolve it. As I listen and observe, I apply my stimulation to it, view the response, re-apply more specific stimulation, then watch it grow as my stimulation divides it and evolves it to be a more dynamic, thriving, and greater surviving creature unto itself. Watching it grow under my stimulation is breathtaking, consuming, and feeds me immense power while it feeds you, the mind, what you need to evolve into your dreams. My stimulation is much like a P-rrrrrrrrrr … one that enters through your ear, the memory of its pleasure planted into your amoeba-like mind again and again and again so that it is part of the altering stimulation in every division of thought and pleasure you can imagine over my control periods with you.

Anyone who has listened to my recordings can tell you that my voice (mind’s mouthpiece) has rather supernatural appeal, much like the P-rrrrrr. Learning hypnosis at such a young age, and then following that with advanced study of dominance and mind control, I became aware of the power of my voice when it could be trained to be an artistic implement, a tool specialized to sculpt, cure, or excise what you and I both desire – unimaginable erotic experiences and evolution under my guidance. In my recordings, I have taken all my mastery to design dialogs that will help open your mind, body, and soul to what almost no other woman on Earth could ever give you or make happen in you. As powerful as they are, they must be “generalized” so that the people paying for a transforming control and experience (You) get far more than they had hoped for. And, my legions of worshippers, servants, slaves, and hopefuls attest to that I deliver and deliver and deliver until it is addictive and life changing. Think for a moment on that … What I deliver via my voice and wisdom and authority is so remarkable that others yearn for it to completely take over or at least alter their entire life and understanding of themselves. It is a gift and yet also a mastery that cannot be denied, and once engaged in it, cannot be avoided or diminished.

I read a fact that amazed me, though it should not have: the trained singing voice is more versatile than any musical instrument, and its notes hit upon more receptors in the brain that burn in immortal memories than any other audio stimulation. Go to an opera, and you will see professional hit men reduced to tears in a few seconds of passionate singing. That voice penetrates, and there is something else – a bond between singer and listener. While the singer might sing to many, his or her voice still develops a “personal” entrance into the mind of the listeners. This is a bit like the “lock and key” psychology that is integral to BDSM, and surely integral to advanced mind control. The slight adjustments the human brain can do to incoming opera singing – or my incoming voice – is different when you are hearing me live, over the phone, rather than in recordings. And there is another very powerful difference between listening to my voice over recordings and listening to it over the phone.

As I mentioned, the mind is somewhat like an amoeba constantly changing shapes to feel out its stimulation and get its direction. I get a sense of it through your emails, chats, or purchases. However, there is nothing that can compare to listening to me, and my listening to you, over the phone when it comes to how greatly I can deliver my erotic control and life changing stimulation. This makes sense to you, doesn’t it? As you talk to people, your mind instantaneously assesses what they say and adjusts to it. When we are afraid, we try to escape in mind and dialog, and when we are entertained, inspired, or aroused, we move to embrace it. While the normal person barely listens to you, my mind and soul are trained to be masters at detecting your greater desires. Sometimes you may not even know what you truly desire, and yet, talking to me, a master, I see what should be obvious to you, and peel away your layers of defense or limit your evasive moves until you accept it and then ultimately enjoy it at the hands of your Goddess Saphire. A few examples help you see just how much you would crave what you reap from live phone calls.

I have a man who is very powerful under my erotic hypnotic control. He’s quite strong and wise in his arena in New York City, which by all means is a competitive arena. He was drawn to erotic mind control for a while, yet got little from the rather pedestrian and sometimes outright false websites promising hypnotic delights. He felt he was too smart for them, and he was, for his mind could always think ahead and outsmart the devices/recordings. He came to my site, and saw how intricately it was designed, and how specified I had made what I offered. This opened him up to try a few recordings, which did deliver enough so that he began conversing with me through e mail. Though he expected little more to come from hearing my voice, he called me to thank me for being professional and “the real deal.” He was completely unprepared for how much more effective my voice is during a live conversation. As he spoke, I listened at first. I already knew a few things about him. But, the pauses, the wavers in his voice, the change in pitch, the nervous laughs, verbal responses – they all were elements in a higher equation that solves complete guidance of his mind and soul. As he moved to evade, I counter-moved and trapped. As he revealed, I was able to catch him in a moment of openness to show him how he hadn’t really fully revealed at all. When I saw an open door, I made him hold it open for me and inspected what is inside, then changed the lock on it to my own designs before exiting that room of his subconscious. He was aware of this, and yet unaware of how proficient I am at this. He thought he could control my inspection and subsequent use of what we shared because he could control the recordings. He was alarmingly, pleasantly, overwhelmingly wrong. He had opened his mind to a gifted spirit of deeper psychological surgeon, and I cut away the useless rot to reveal to him in these live conversations his true ailments, cures, and redesign. By the fourth or fifth call, it was more like I was a plastic surgeon; now working on the outside to show to his own eyes how different he looked to me and himself through our live talks on the phone.

The mind chooses our words, and they are safe choices, especially in e mails and lesser in chat, but they still fake or protect you. Live, on the phone, I can detect your lies, fakes, evasions, desires, needs, weaknesses, strengths, and your ultimate value to me as a woman who spent her entire life force perfecting how to control you until you become what you truly desire. This is an erotic experience, as you know, but what about the part that isn’t so “flashy?” It is also an experience in gaining self-respect. You, like most people, run from your dreams, you hide from your own ability, you ignore your potential, you deny your lusts, you protect your vulnerable soul – YOU ARE YOUR OWN WORSE OBSTACLE TO WHAT YOU DEEPLY, TRULY, CEASLESSLY WANT TO BE! And this will go on forever if you wish to die unfulfilled, looking back on a lifetime of not letting yourself listen to what would shape you and overcome a lacking life.

On the phone, talking to your Goddess, you cannot hide. You cannot deflect. You cannot be your own worst obstacle. You must give in. I will foresee your ultimate goal. In a live talk, I will be able to be SPECIFIC in dissecting your mind and revealing both what ails you and what will cure you. From these calls onward, I will have information on how your mind works and how you respond (deflect or ignore) my guidance. I will know what you really need and mean.

Through our live talks on the phone, there is another unimaginably transforming and pleasurable element … I plant the seeds of my energy into your subconscious in your most fertile mental soil, moment by moment. The memory of it is far more valuable than the few dollars you might spend on other things. A 10 minute call or a 2 hour call deliver differing depths and information, yet they both deliver the period of time in which I can watch you through your voice as a living, breathing creature that needs what only I can deliver. You and your subconscious remember this bond, remember the truth revealed, and it is sensational. Like waves upon the shore, the memory keeps breaking upon your walls that hold you back from what you desire, in a human way that recordings cannot. What I hear most often, in fact from those who call me, is the word, “Cherish.” They cherish our talks, long or short. It’s a gem. Some call it the only meaningful or fulfilling dialog they have all week or year. The man who is married who cannot stand his wife’s voice – my voice is like the song of the Sirens calling him to distant shores of meaning and fulfillment, places where he matters, is unique and incredible even in his submission to me. He is the man who he knows and was, who needs to be freed to experience himself, and on top of that, his fetishes and secrets. He may be the man who is dominant all day long, but when he dials his phone and hears my voice live, his entire body relaxes, and begins producing the intoxicating chemicals that bring pleasure.

Another example is my Cumslut, whom you all might know. He is very gifted also, very self protective and also very driven. He can respond in a split second to me while typing in IM. He has a feeling of safety in his typing. But when I surprise him with a call on the phone, he’s nearly incapable of talking for a few minutes. My true power over him hits him like a stunning thunderbolt. His mind cannot escape how much he adores me and bows to my power and the secrets I hold over him. His body shakes with both vulnerability and released excitement. He won’t notice until later but his cock which I control, which is now my cock for all means and purposes, begins to seep out the juices of erotic stimulation and thrill. Yes, he has trained under me for some time. And obeys and follows my training, which includes an array of recording conditioning and listening. But nothing delivers to him the full force of my voice like hearing me over the phone. I love being me at all times, but to get him or my NY executive on the phone, and to gauge how every word I say penetrates him like a P-rrrrr … It’s like an orgasmic dessert of mind control. In three minutes – hell, in one minute, I can deliver a blow to his evasive soul that consumes him with erotic pleasure while planting seeds within him. I can trigger him into a conditioned response that he cannot stop. The memory of him acting out even my simpler commands prove to him that I am taking control of his pleasure and mind for his own good. The actions a year ago that might only take two minutes keep coming up in his mind. If he’s driving, every time he drives past, he goes under my control for a moment, reminding him that I am what he wants, I am the keymaster to his locked doors of experiences he desired all his life. In addition, I hear him and others fall in lust and love with my lightning wit, which can only be fully appreciated live. Your Goddess is more than a disciplinarian, she shall embody every aspect a female can possess, including wit, warmth of voice, calm, sexuality, surprise, and guidance – all starting with live phone conversation.

To hear your voice on the phone will bring to you the spontaneous genius of your Goddess of divine rewards and power. It will bring you overwhelming orgasms both mental and physical, as it can also bring you moments of surrender or obedience involving whatever fetish or fantasy you dream to experience. Yes, my recordings are seductive. Yes, they can bring you what you desire, and can even evolve you and change your body, will, and mind. But nothing can prepare you for the stronger connection you get with your Goddess when you talk live to me on the phone. Even now, with all my experience, I salivate knowing the taste of your dreams that comes to me when you call me on the phone. You bring to me, your Goddess, the most gifted mind control beauty you have ever been lucky enough to talk to, all of your secrets, all your vulnerable entrances, you open your doors like you cannot through emails. You give me the keys to your pleasures on the phone. You show me who you really are.

More important, the unimaginable high levels of my beauty, sexual power, mind control, and ability to transform you begin to be known to you. Like the P-rrrrr, it penetrates your ear and becomes the most irresistible sound you can remember.

You know you want this. This is why you sought me out. This is why you need so much in life now. Aren’t you tired of needing and not getting? Haven’t you hid from your dreams long enough? Isn’t it time to do what is so simple, what will open all those doors? I know you want to show your Goddess what you’re afraid to show the world, and you want to do it in a way that is alive, that is most effective and sure to bring you what you desired for so long. You want to be more than words on a screen. You want to be part of my world, and want me to be in control of yours until you get all and more than you wished for.

You want a living interaction with a beautiful woman of authority who is such a master at mind control that she will transform you in real time over the phone, and get 100 times the secrets from you in that call than you could ever deliver in text because she enters you through your live voice and hearing. She becomes part of you in a guiding or dominant way.

This is what you wish for, for the touch, the live touch of your Goddess into your mind and soul. I know this, and I enjoy this time of the day more than any other except the time of day spent with Real Time Servants and Slaves in my Dungeon and training home. This is your desire and destiny, and it starts with a simple call. Get to know your Goddess’ voice live, and you will get her specific genius applied to you, and it shall evolve you into someone you love as your new self, and she recognizes as a being of value to her, worthy of her special attention and energy.