The Manchurian Whore -(Brainwashed Ind.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Summer Soldier

The term Summer Soldier applies to a man who signs up to a COMMITMENT yet abandons the training or fighting when it does not appeal to him. The weather turns icy, and he leaves his post. This does more than disgrace him, it puts the others who admired him as a peer strengthened by training in jeopardy. And it proves that all the focus and transfer of skills passed down from someone far superior in all ways was a waste of time.

Yes this Summer Soldier wears proudly all the costumes, medals, and advantages of being a man fighting for freedom for all. And in my case, he was willing to wear a badge on his skin of commitment, obedience, and worship. But when given the simplest task, one that is not all parades and pats on the back, he fails me. Utterly fails me … fails you all. Fails to show up for role call. Fails to deliver. Fails to report back on his mission. Fails to be promoted.

He is the poster boy for FAILURE.

While other Servants were begging for my attention on their way along the path of greater service and training, I spent my time with my Army Bitchboy. My time, my careful choice of words and assignments, are the culmination of a decade of mental and physical dedication to excellence. I am one of the few, the proud – the Warrior on the front line of erotic hypnotism. My mind and body fight the battles that Army Bitchboy doesn’t even know exist, battles of human limits, battles of amassing a force to be reckoned with, that holds back the claws of evil and darkness that do NOT reward those beneath me. While I ultimately control you, it is for your advancement, your rise in ranks and understanding, your taking over of the dark land of unknown and illuminating it with my beauty and mind control genius. I am building a new age, that must be protected by legions of worshippers that are faithful and obedient. While I do not “need” any one of you, the energy that cumulatively you give me lights the way into my crimson dungeons of dark knowledge. And I must be obeyed by all, or the integrity of the masses counting on me to guide them under my leathery wings shows a weak link.

I give you all this, and on top of that – look at me! Look at my beauty and sexual intensity! You think that I’m in this for money? I could make ten times as much flirting on Wall Street. I have a CALLING … just as our troops have a calling to defend us, I heed a calling to devote my beauty to attracting those who seek to evolve in whole, and especially in their ability to enjoy their own sexuality far beyond normal human limits.

You think I give you all orders randomly? You think because I have so many beneath me, so many yearning for my attention, that I haphazardly present images, assignments, or demands on you? That is as asinine as believing that the stages of studying to be a doctor are random. You follow one of the very few Females alive that look into the maze of your mind, navigate your future and every turn, so that you come out the exit with me as a greater person. Each assignment is a turn. When you miss that turn, you never exit the maze. I must go find you in your lost ways. But there is far more at stake than just being stuck in the meaningless life that is your maze without me.

I have opened your mind to the dark forces. I have poured into you my wisdom. I have made you better, created in part a new being on its way to being a totally new creature of erotic fulfillment. You carry within you the seeds that can either blossom or they can poison you. A mind shown the greatest rewards drops into intense realization that a great goal lay before you, and you turned away from it. This eats you up, and makes you vulnerable to others who will simply prey on you as a lost soul.

In my Army Bitchboy’s situation, there is yet another element at stake. HUMILIATION. Yes, I must admit, this one aspect of being a Goddess of mind control is one of the most delicious. Humiliation comes in many forms. The most pleasurable comes of course when you are in my presence. But in this case, I am prepared to give my Army Bitchboy a taste of humiliation. After all, maybe this is what he desires. Hah! And who am I to not give him what he craves. Utter social humiliation in return for his utter failure.

While to some of you this seems bitter, it is not. Those who lead know that some orders and exercises are more flavorful and popular than others, and that some are downright heartless. This is heartless, but it is not without its reasons. And bitterness is not a reason worthy of a Goddess of my status. I do not need any one of you, but enjoy the immense flow of sexual energy to me from all my devoted worshippers. And you should be thankful that I demand a level of integrity among you that is higher than any other mind control hypnotist or dominant mistress or Goddess on the Net. Look no further than my website to see that my level of excellence is in a totally solo class high above other posers and understudies to erotic mind control and dominance, much less female Goddess worship.

My Army Bitchboy has been given an ultimatum. A deadline. He either fulfills the final command I gave him, or … well, let’s just say that you, along with those he knows and admires, shall see images of his rites of passage into my inner circle. Humiliation. Showing others what really lies inside the desires of my former Army Bitchboy won’t make up for the time I wasted on him, but it will remind you all that my dedication to the finest and most evolving in dominant, erotic mind control must be balanced by your obedience and sacrifices.

I want no Summer Soldiers. I want no men or women who think that I wake up hungry for praise and false worship and am happy with whimsical promises. I wake up electrified with the sexual energy sent to me from those who are truly faithful. I am a Goddess using my hawk-like vision to inspect the ranks, and judge the transformation and evolution in each and every one of you. A power beyond what is normally given a woman has over time been absorbed by me so that I am able to do what most people think is nearly supernatural – for I “change” individuals, I evolve them, I end their miseries and replace them with a new reality. In that reality the truly devoted find peace, fulfillment, a future filled with hope, a greater faith in the powers unknown, and overwhelming sexual experiences. Now, who the fuck else do you know that does this? Preachers? Therapists? Jokes! Fakes! Liars! Giving nothing! Taking your money under the guise of improving you when in fact their role is to keep you unchanged and desperate for them. In my realm, you evolve immensely into what you desire, shaped by me to be useful to me, and to bring me pleasure and sexual energy.

Abandon your promises to me at your own risk. On your departure from my realm of perfection in sexual fulfillment, that door slamming behind you is composed of your humiliation, for all to see.

To Be Continued.......

Action Speaks Louder Than Words

You know what gets me hot? What gets me wet? What makes it so, so hard to keep my own fingers off myself? Submissives taking action under my watchful eye, taking initiative to show me how under my leathery wings they break out, become creative as Servants and Admirers in ways to please me. And especially ways to make me greater, more erotically powerful. For isn’t that why you are here, reading? My erotic magnetism and strength draws you, snares and holds you, pulls your mind into mine, buckles your knees before me, drives your tongue to please me?

I began my day, dedicated to approving which of you shall suffer pleasure and evolve to my will, word, and touch. Sitting hours, reading your emails, receiving your adulations, listening to you pontificate, beg, hint, and grovel, brag and seek. While you spent the hour or week dwelling on me, one of you burst beyond what I expected from him. One of you took all the mind control and conditioning to task, and let it shape his thoughts, build his creative energy, embolden the spark that will attract my attention.

One rose to greatness as a slave, cumslut, fetish monger, and whore for my pleasure – and you all profit from his efforts. You all rise up as potential, as tools, devices that until plugged in are powerless. He plugged in all right. He opened his mind, he plugged in, the wetness from his cock, dripping because he had pleased me so much this week already, became a conduit for my electrifying erotic mind. With my words, and the week of transforming assignments and inductions, he evolved into something worthy of my attention.

Like so many of you in the last weeks, and the newcomers among you hopeful Saphireists, he heard that I wanted to expand awareness for what I offer through guerilla advertising. Creative graffiti and messages placed where the idea of the beauty of my level of mind control can spread. His mind, expanded through weeks of mental manipulation by his Goddess, concocted an effective way to share my power with others. The image here is his flyer, which can be either a poster, card, or bumper sticker. He put my website on his shirt, filled out the spaces with some of my more universally yet mainstream images, and spent his hard earned money to immortalize his devotion to his Goddess. The Goddess that has taken the best of her talents to transform him, to raise his sexual pleasure levels three times what they were when he met me through NiteFlirt.

When I asked him why he was so inspired (though I knew the answer) he said, ‘Because I know that what lies ahead will dwarf the already incredible way you have improved me and filled me with purpose and contentedness.” It was so honest and humble, it made me cream to push him so much more, to dream up the ways to give him all he has revealed he craves and needs, in measures far beyond what he expects so that he has not choice but to surrender to me and the changes that will make redefine him.

The world awareness of just how superior my talents in erotic hypnosis and transformation in those lucky enough to be chosen by me to enter my realm is spreading over the world. Slowly at first, but now it is like a tsunami reaching the shores of minds at a growing speed. My website -- surely the most magnificent as an art of expression for what a dominant female Goddess hypnotist can offer – does contain that magical power of the cosmos and human energy that cannot be faked. Like Martial Arts “chi” … it’s either there or it’s not, and those who gauge “masters” sense it immediately in me. And it grows, and grows.

This surprise effort on my Servants part flushed me with appreciation for the sacrifices of time and learning I go through for you all reading this. After some thought, I knew that this would inspire all of you to perform better as tools to expand my power. And you want that, for as my power grows, so does my talent for transforming you and increasing your sexual rewards. It might even lead to my inviting you to my dungeon, as I have done to this creative servant. I could not help myself, for a wise Goddess recognizes the value in a truly giving, caring Servant … it was so natural for my sexual energy to grow as I thought of ways to push him, give him what he wants, because that pleases me – to make him greater as a sexual hypnotic slave. Instantly he felt my approval, for I called him and spoke those divine words that trigger his mind to open. All day as he told me his ideas on how his week was spent serving me all over Hollywood, how his plan matured and bore fruit, I spoke my transforming words into his ear. Short calls, repeated … all day, he answered my ring, my command to open his mind and let me plant more seeds of sexual reward and new training into his mind. It made me so hot knowing his sacrifice for me, and what I was doing in to his mind in reward, that I changed from my morning lingerie to my most titillating leather, for he had sparked my own need for sexual gratification. I had a Servant over helping me arrange the gifts some of you were wise enough to purchase off my Amazon Wish List, and luckily he was a fine-bodied Submissive. He felt the sudden release of my passion as I talked with my most creative Servant in the field, for I wanted to reward him with the audio of what it will be like when I call him to my dungeon to experience me in the flesh.

All of you – all of you will now show me how much you appreciate your Goddess and his efforts. His collage of my power and website I present to you all as a device to spread awareness of me. Those of you smart enough to know that you crave my next level of control and conditioning will make your own posters, cards, or bumper stickers from my file/images. And you will peddle and paste them where people will see. I will get some callers, for sure, as I already have had some from Hollywood. But just as important is the psychic awareness it spreads among minds and the energy of hypnosis, mind control, erotic expansion, wicked deviance, and sexual evolution. Like a wave building in the deeper ocean, the idea that a Goddess of hypnotic control and physical beauty of my level is out there, drawing them to fly over the crest of the wave of change I break upon their collective wills.

Mmm, already, writing this, another wave of desire to reward this Servant reaches me. And I will call him again, evolve his mind some more. And YOU, all of you, will think more of how he sacrificed a bit of time and imagination and got the reward that you crave – my direct and continued attention.

ACTION … let me see you take my mental energy and act upon it, make a change, show me your talents as a servant, sexual slave, deviant, and transforming Saphireist.

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.”

Santa's Helper

This really hurt. My first letter back from the North Pole: “Dear Goddess Saphire, You are not on the list of naughty girls this year.” I thought I had read that wrong and was shocked. I had been banned from good girl status since I put aphrodesiacs in the reindeer water and he spent all night really seeing what shouting “Cum Dancer On Blitzen” gets you. “You enslaved half my elves last year to build your website, and it’s so good the other half are lusting for you all over the dollhouses, which for some reason come equipped with slave cages and penetration stockades. My wife still fumes over the pictures – my red suit replaced by that stunning sequin gown that’s part of my forced feminization conditioning. It won’t be the same since the Department of Transpo demanded I remove the anal plug built into the sleigh seat – you said take it with me everywhere! But they didn’t buy that excuse until I sat them in front of the computer and your image. Hehe, I truly enjoyed directing them to your Male Whore Induction, hope they are still paying off for you. Another reason to skip your house? You have men and women around the world now worshipping you and not that fellow from the black book found in a lot of cheap hotels – ahem, you know who I’m talking about. We won’t say any NAMES (son-of-god, ahem, just clearing my throat) but let’s say that professional jealousy from a certain spoiled risen savior resulted in a swarm of locusts this summer. Oh sure, it could be an act of nature, locusts 3,000 miles from the nearest food in sub-zero weather. I can’t blame them for worshipping you instead, maybe if Priests dished out pain so sweet they’d be getting enough head to spare the children. I had to pretend at the Superhero Convention that I didn’t recognize it was you dressed up in the Devil’s Version of Santa’s Helper. The Ball Gag made out of a snow-globe was a nice touch. Word went around you’re going to use Gabriel’s Trumpet as a strap-on and I had to bite my lip to keep from blurting out that the vibrato feels like every word you say is permeating my soul. So for the above reasons, you are not on the list for naughty girls. Your name appears tattooed on the chubby cock you now control. I’m not stopping by on the sleigh, I’m sending a limousine full of presents to you first so you won’t be so rough with me (give me more, give me more) At dawn run down the stairs in that unbelievably sexy blood red corset you sleep in and you’ll find me already roasting my chestnuts in front of your branding iron in your dungeon. The only red nose you’ll see this Xmas is mine after a good hour of breath play, if I’m lucky.”

It’s that time of year when I am in the giving mood. Giving pain, giving addiction, giving hope that I might push each of you harder.

I got such a collection of new bondage and discipline gear this Christmas, thanks for hopeful new Servants, that I could not leave for me holiday without dressing up in full adornment to play with a few of them. Slipping on my stiletto pumps over the thigh highs … massaging the breasts you adore as I slip them into my leather bra, elbow black gloves, pulling panties that barely conceal my doorway to hell’s pleasure … my hair flowing over my breasts as they heave on every step down to the dungeon. I had a servant prepare three slaves to test the devices.

First came the fingertip torture extensions: rolling spurs, pinpoints, and my favorite, the rasps that will make the skin of your cock raw just enough to that even blowing wind makes you cum. The cries of pain got so intense I did not ball gag him, I stuffed his mouth with the help of my beautiful dominatrix friend, Mistress Sophie, training under me. She lowered over him and smothered him until he learned that with each touch of pain, his tongue was to spell out the alphabet where it pleases her most. It’s funny, but even grown men in pain have to mutter that alphabet song to get it straight – oh, and I got it straight all right. I kept him on the edge of release until he collapsed.

This let us both focus on our second table of gifts: PENETRATORS! Yea! We played “What is it?” with slave #2. Strap ons in all colors and flavors. Anal plugs that play jingle bells. Undulating dildos that remind him that I own him inside and out. I’m getting an email every hour begging to put him back in the stockade.

Whips were hung by the chimney with care. Ouch, that looks like it really hurts! Hahahaha. Don’t you dare lose that erection or it’s another 50 lashes. My personal favorites were the gift packages that included cock and ball restraints that could be used when they play the horse for their Goddess.

And finally there were the cages. Cages of all sizes. Cock cages that have sharp points in them to penetrate your blood red cock as it’s kept from growing. The slave could not imagine the pain this would bring him. Upon release, his throbbing was so intense I had to suffocate him to keep him from releasing too early. I have a dozen of them, reserved for the best servants of the new year.

So while I am enjoying the pampering and luxury due a true Goddess, you all can read this over and over again. Send me your letters telling me what a bad boy you’ve been. You’ll get stocking stuffers and anal stuffers that will overwhelm your mind, body, and soul.

Oh, and Santa – I want 4 straight nights of orgasm denial before you meet me – you know the drill!

Sweet Surrender

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Uncontrolling Arousal: Mmmhmmm, uncontrolled arousal. That magic ingredient in erotic dreams, in intense moments of seduction, in the prelude to the best sex of your life. Only problem is, you have to wait for its rare appearance – until now. Yes, your Goddess can make your every waking moment a wet dream. Always stiffening, constantly dripping, endorphins flooding your system, pheromones drifting, heart racing, mind blanking out … Question is, how much cock hardening erotic control can you take?

Feminization 2: The soft silks and satins, the gorgeous shoes – umm that bra feels so good. It’s not enough anymore to just dress the way you truly, deeply must dress to feel complete. Your mind needs to be dressed, needs a luscious layer of lipstick on it as it fires commands to be the woman that you are. The unfair reality that prevents your total transformation vanishes completely when you surrender to my Feminization Induction. Do this, and you can exist as a woman forever with me.

Stripper: The erotic high of a body undulating like a snake as it peels off clothes, exposing skin that is just begging to be touched and driven to naughty pleasures is yours – oh! But I don’t mean to give you your everyday trip to a strip joint. No, I give you the sexual high every stripper feels when she is the center of sexual attention. Yes, you strip for your Goddess, when she wishes, and feel the orgasmic high build and build as the music plays until you’re ready to cum on stage in the middle of the song! You are stripping, dancing nymphomaniac pleasure for me, and so, so much for you. Take your fetish for strippers to a new high, become one, and use it.

Trained Servant: Some of you “think” you know the meaning of true servitude. Few of you have felt the rewards awaiting you when your mind transforms to one that has only one purpose – to Serve the most beautiful and perfect woman you have ever beheld. The hidden pockets of your mind, the dormant thoughts that dilute your total servitude and appreciation of a Goddess you serve must be fully removed, and this Induction does just that, but does it with my own brand of sexual mind control. The type of mind control that addicts you to the orgasmic highs you will feel every second that you are under my command and serving me. This is a must for all those who think they have what it takes to Serve me. One of my most generous inductions, in that it forcefeeds you the pleasures of my control.

Relaxation: Buddhist Monks spend a lifetime trying to find the Nirvana of total relaxation. Your Goddess will take you there in an hour. Relaxation is like a talent, a skill that you develop. You need guidance, and ways to increase your relaxation. This Induction blends deep Relaxation, which is the starting point of all deep hypnosis, with my erotic imagery, binding your need to relax with your obsession for sexual awakening. If the Pentagon listened to this, there wouldn’t be any wars, we’d relax our enemies then mind fuck them into erotic submission. World Peace begins with relaxing to your Goddess’ ingenious induction.

High Heel Induction: Perfect, powerful, sexy feet – your Goddess has them, you need them, crave them, lust to let her make you explode every time they flash before your eyes. This induction understands all your needs, dreams, and weaknesses for my feet, and takes it so deep into the world of mind control that nothing will allow you to escape them. Every human sense is seduced into your fetish, and amplified. You think you have explosive orgasms now over your fetish, wait until I get through with your mind!

Soldier Reporting For Duty

A samurai should be masterful of their art enough so that even if their head is cut off from their body, they can perform one last strike. This idea is due to certain animals such as serpents giving one last reflexive bite when their head is removed. Samurais are near impossible to find these days. True warriors are a dying breed. Shame… I like slaves, but you want your slaves strong, powerful… any Mistress can own the weak and callow… but a Goddess should have an army of true samurais.

Bushido, or warrior’s way, has made way for Dr. Phil and Barney the Dinosaur. Our warriors lack the true will of war, and instead play GI Joe with realistic toys. They just don’t get the abuse they used to.

That’s where I come in. I do give the abuse and make the weak who survive stronger, and cast aside the useless dead.

So learned one of my soldiers the other day…

I am not a patriot… It is all about me, not country, not politics, not god, not about anything but me. So hate me for doing this to a soldier in the war if you wish, but you are shortsighted, if you do. Not to mention the fact, he comes to me for this.

It began with a conversation about his role in the military. His lack of success as far as ranking came up. His glorification of the infantry and his hidden shame at his true origins was amusing.

I berated him for not going through true infantry training, a topic he dodged around for almost a half hour before admitting he switched jobs and then became infantry. I degraded the masculinity of military service, the infantry in particular for being called “The Queen of Battle” and wearing powder blue cords and insignia backgrounds.

I attacked his head the closest way I can… I attacked his ego. Even tasteless jokes about friendly fire were not off my limits.

Through it all he admitted he is a fuck up, who makes bad choices. And this is the kind of revelation I intended. His ego destroyed, this soldier carried on and admitted his weakness… and came back later for more… a final headless strike.

He returns because he looks to be stronger and harshness is sincere.

Others pass hugs out like candy and laugh at you when your back is turned. Others say the word “love” time and again, and leave for someone with a few more bucks than you. Missionaries will feed you as long as you listen to them talk about their beliefs… all kindness. Sincerity… well I’ll let you decide how much is there in the end.

The effort to be harsh is a backhanded kindness you can trust.

Goddess Of Edge Mercies

Suffering and violence as an aphrodisiac may seem the result of a very jaded progress of sexual exploration. A process where one needs greater and greater levels of stimulation as initial exploration seems trivial after progressing farther.

One cannot deny that this particular Goddess has come to demand greater levels of suffering each benchmark of her life. Yet, the truth remains; I was drawn to suffering from a very early age. Not just the physical aspects of it either.

As I young child I watched a group of boys beat on another boy. The kicks, the punching, and the name calling were almost mesmerizing. Finally and all too soon they abandoned the single boy on the ground, where he lay crying. I stood and walked over to get a closer look at the beaten boy.

He lay on his back wiping tears from his eyes and sobbing uncontrollably. I squatted next to him and studied his face as he stared back expecting kindness. I had none and his eyes began to look around at the sky for an answer, I lowered my head unaware of my own self, absorbed in his humiliation. As his head did everything to not meet eye contact he began to move, but my hand reached out to his chest to hold him there. It was then his head focused between my knees, and I was soon aware he was looking up my skirt.

I stood up refusing to be ogled by this other child and spit in his face adding to his humiliation, and stepped over him to leave him. I didn’t leave it at that. I turned back around, and shot a kick to his sensitive little balls. He lay there cupping himself and rolling in the pain of rupture.

Keep in mind; this all lacked any sexuality at all, as this was no more than young curiosity on all levels. However, it was a foreshadowing of attitudes to come.

As grade school began, there was always that boy, for ever creepy and suffering much to my amusement. I made sure that our introduction was far from the last time I had groined kicked him. I made sure Samuel Zachary was friendless and ridiculed from 1st to 12th grade.

He had been the laughingstock for his entire life. Some would blame me for his future behavior. I did not choose the way he became for him… those were the choices of a loser who embraced being a predator.

Through high school he could often be found loitering around girl’s houses from class. He developed his own reputation for giving girls he was fixated upon dozens of unwelcomed phone calls a day.

One day when I was 17 I even spotted him outside my home stalking me. I didn’t hide or cringe, I stared back enjoying the pitiful expression on his face. I stepped outside and walked up to him. He was obviously uncomfortable being confronted. “Need another kick in the junk, Sammy?” I asked him. He said nothing as he kept leering. A relative eventually came home, and Sammy took off then.

The next day held news. Sam had been arrested for raping an elderly woman that night, his first step in a laundry list of sex crimes. Still, as typical with our justice system, he never stayed put away long. I moved to a new neighborhood as the years passed, and eventually the sex offender was also run out of our old neighborhood.

In time I entered a local corner store as a dirty bearded man exited carrying a load of cheap beer. He had familiar eyes and leered at me in a way I am used to from all men, but yet was somehow familiar in its own way. I purchased my items and exited to see him still next to the building. I began to stroll home and passed him.

A glass phone booth in the dark betrayed his following me, and I knew I had my own prey. I dwelled on the memory of his gaze and tried to pin point why it was familiar. I let my hips swing as I slowly continued my stroll keeping my prey mesmerized with my body. How could he resist my short skirt and high boots in an outfit that hugged my body, and hair dangling just over my ass?

I entered the foyer of my building and as I found my keys I saw him climbing my steps. Here is a little wisdom for you when dealing with a predator, don’t act like prey. Dogs attack when they smell fear, a shark attacks what flees from it, etc.

He entered the foyer as I opened my door and I rounded on him, holding it open for him to enter the hallway. It was then I recognized him. “Samuel!” I exclaimed, “No wonder you were staring at me like that, I didn’t recognize you with a beard.” It caught him off guard, as he was working up to his attack.

“Umm… Hi…” he stammered.

“You need to clean up and have a drink with me, so we can catch up!” I said, much to his surprise. I saw in his face it seemed out of character for me to be so welcoming and nice. I had to recover, “Sam, have you found Jesus?”

Right then he knew he had me. My sudden and unexpected kindness explained, He grinned back and said “No, haven’t found him yet.”

“Well why don’t you have dinner with me and we can chat?” I asked as I sauntered to my door.

Nice thing about letting the neighbors know you’re a Dominatrix is that they don’t think it very strange when they hear a man screaming from your apartment. So as the door closed and I turned and flooded his eyes with the pepper-spray all any neighbors thought of was foreplay. We writhed with pain, hunched over in agony. I reached into the kitchen grabbing an iron skillet and slammed it into the top of his head, causing a concussion. He went out like a light.

I dragged him into the second bedroom, my dungeon at the time and began to restrain him to the crucifix most of my servants dread. I let him hang there tied to its arms as I changed into an outfit more fitting, one of leather that won’t stain like my current choice in clothes.

I sat across from him comfortably, waiting for him to wake. He finally lifted his lolling head and took his time to focus on me. I stood to my feet and saw his eyes grow wide in fear. I slowly moved in close, “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…” I said, “You thought you were going to rape me, didn’t you?”

“I’ll fucking kill you, you bitch,” he growled at me.

“Tsk tsk… I think, Sammy, you have no idea who your fucking with, I was always on top of you in school, kicking your balls… and now, I’m a goddess… your just a registered sex offender with no hope for a future.” I replied.

Now his pathetic leering had become mixed with shame. “Let me go,” he said “and you’ll never see me again.”

“Sammy… who says I never want to see you again?” with that a clap of electricity sounded as the clippers in my hand turned on and buzzed. He looked down realizing he was nude for the first time. I shave his whole body. Head to toe, even his eye brows were clipped and then razored, against his pleas for dignity.

“What are you doing to me?” he whined.

“Sammy… didn’t you get it? You haven’t found Jesus; instead you found Goddess Saphire and came to her… I’m going to have to be who fixes your worthless existence.” I laughed at him, “I am the way… for your pathetic self.”

The thin nylon chord in my hand slipped tight around his balls cutting off blood flow. His eyes grew wide, “What are you doing?”

“Sammy… look at your life, you’re on the streets, a sex offender. You can’t hold down a job, and no one wants you living near them. You rape the elderly, you victimize the young and still innocent, you are garbage, and need to be fixed and given direction.” It was the look in his eye that told me salvation is probably the most frightening thing in the world. Good thing I’ll never embrace it for myself.

“What are you going to do?” he whimpered.

“I’m going to free you, from slavery to your cock, and give you slavery to me.” I chuckled. With that my knife, which he hadn’t seen moved to his bound scrotum. I let it rest there and savored his sobs and pleas.

“Please let me go,” he finally begged.

“No, Samuel… that’s not an option.”

“Please don’t hurt me…” A tear rolled down his cheek, forgetting how filthy he was I was compelled to catch it with my tongue owing to the need to taste his grief.

“Let me ask you something Sammy… did it work for any of them when they asked you not to hurt them?” I pressed the knife against his sack harder, as he broke into uncontrollable tears.

“Forgive me.” He bellowed.

“I will, Sammy… I will, but you must make penance. You must experience sacrifice, and embrace control, surrender it to me, and embrace that I know what is best for you.” He continued to babble and cry. His tears flowed freely.

“Goddess… I see your wisdom… and you are right, my urges do have the better of me.” He let out a loud sob. “Let me stay intact. Guide me yourself, and if I fail, I’ll remove my scrotum myself in front of you.”

“You get one chance to turn yourself over to me and keep it that way. I own many strong men, they will make you keep your promise.” I warned him. I opened my closet in my dungeon room and he saw a dog crate large enough to accommodate an adult man. “Sammy, I am the way, now you can live without the urge,” I pointed to the crate, “Now you have shelter, where before you only had an alley and cardboard, and you will soon have your first of the guaranteed daily meals I will provide you. Don’t you have something to say?”

“Thank you Goddess Saphire for fixing me and giving me hope.”

With that I led him to a shower and put him away in his new home. I let him out daily and feed him, let him release his waste when I feel he needs to, and have given him purpose. He is my slave, my gimp, and my property. He has no sexual needs any more, only the need to be used. I allow good servants to abuse him as reward, and he’s become a great little cock sucker, and is left hungry enough to swallow every drop. He answers my phones while I am in session, serves waiting slaves refreshments, and does all my manual home labor. I freed him from the bonds of his urges, and gave him what those urges took from him, shelter, food, and value. Every night he bows lips to my feet and prays to his harsh, wise, and yet, merciful Goddess, and ends all prayers with a request for more.