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.

Preview

Well now....Thought I was gone?..Disappeared from the face of this earth? Nahhhh I haven't gone anywhere at all. Do I have to continue showing proof of how I've mastered seeping into your little minds allowing it to follow my every command?. No I don't!!! Goddess has been away from her blogs training those fortunate enough to fit into her realm. The last few months has been filled with New Puppets, Servants, and Admirers all in training. All willing to give their very life up just for me (naturally that is how i prefer it to be) I have NO TIME to waste. It has been quite tedious to explain my ways through blogging. Perhaps i'll hand over the task to a servant worthy of collecting my thoughts.

I'm not here to have my time wasted and if you so try to....well, read my past blogs That should explain what occurs. Now if you desire to worship me in servitude or go through any of my inductions, you can reach me on Niteflirt and or follow the instructions on my website to the TEE. Do not take it upon yourself to contact me on my chat or video programs, unless you give yourself to me completely and are in training. Otherwise You'll be ignored or Drained of your funds...hahaha

The above is a small snippet of todays events on Paltalk and Yahoo, that I performed on 3 of my new servants.

I am what you want but are you really what i need? You'll be powerless against such a beautiful woman of authority.

GS

Trashing Trust

“Orgasm” reaches its highest limits during a total loss of control, both mental and physical. This requires trust in yourself, in your journey, fantasy, reality, partner, Goddess, Domina, and tools. Trust is a benchmark not only for the Vanilla world of banking, deal making, and family structure, but also in my realm of torment, mind control, BDSM, transforming, erotic pleasures – the list goes on and on.

As part of my Rule, the rules of Trust are integral to the very definition of who I am.

And Damn It! When someone under my control has his trust abused by a so-called “entrusted expert” my blood boils. And when my blood boils, heads roll, heads of cocks get put in a vise. Oooo, how I wish that I had the head of the cock of the truly vile Consultant that conned one of my favored Servants! What I would do to him consumed my mind all this morning.

This scum trashed trust!

You all are familiar with the $50 billion con job news that broke on Wall Street? This scandal con job is so massive it would be like Warren Buffet was announced as a Con Artist. The deception this con job, perpetrated over a decade, required from Consultants like this one who screwed my client over is so obvious. There is no way that this Consultant was not aware that his job was to bring fools into this Ponzi Scheme. As news of this opens up, more and more will be revealed that the consultants knew about this as a fraud. They were essentially rewarded for bringing people who trusted them into this con job. Hundreds will go to trial. And if I had my way, they would end up in my dungeon!

My poor favored Pet. A Goddess of true worth protects her Servants as much as possible, and guides them when they are loyal and obedient to a better life. So imagine my rage when I find out that this Consultant, who came to me for Control, ended up so desperate for money that he used my Pet in his con job investment in this record breaking fraud.

To give you an idea on how massive and unprecedented this fraud is, most fraud of a hundred million gets front page news for days. The fraud of Enron brought down kingpins and was news for a year. It destroyed pensions. On various levels its fraud can be posted at ten billion. But this is FIFTY BILLION DOLLARS. A Ponzi scheme lasting decades. This is now seen as so obvious that there is no way that this P.O.S. Consultant did not know what he was doing to my Pet and hundreds of others.

Oh how my mind has wandered from one torture device to another, my mind drooling to get its teeth into the flesh of this social cancer of a man.

The CB2, a Cock Ball Torture prison made of acrylic! That is where I would start. I would put it on him. It fits snug. When he gets aroused, small needle sharp points drive into his cock and balls. There is a ring to keep the blood in the cock, so that it never escapes. Over time, let’s say, half an hour, just the blood trapped is unbearable. The skin gets super sensitive. The points on the cock shaft, balls, and head feel like needles, especially when I spank that CB2. The more he is aroused, the more torturous it is. And then there is the fact that if you trap blood there long enough, veins explode. The thought of blood dripping from his cock eye was all that kept me from screaming!

Then as he was about to pass out, I would remove it. He would be overjoyed, so distracted from the relief of pain that he would not notice my putting him into my stockade. Oh yes, calling 3 of the most endowed Slaves over to pulverize his ass with cocks that would make a donkey jealous is on my list of Must Do.

His ass would belong to the Slaves and their cocks. But his balls and cock would be in my realm of pain. You have no idea how the pain increases with each slap from a riding crop. His balls would slowly fill up with blood from the bruises. First it hurts. Then, the veins in his balls literally start to explode. Even the landing of a fly on his balls would be felt and hurt. I happen to have the most gorgeous silver extensions for my fingertips. The fit snugly over the fingernails. One set are rasps. Yes, the same things that scrap off shavings of wood from oak. The other favorites are star patters that roll. What this Goddess knows to do is apply just the fingertips on the balls, and grip them, fondle them. Normally this would be pleasure. But for this scum, each touch would release a pinprick of blood. His nerve endings would feel as if I let him on fire, for hours.

A ball gag in his mouth would be nice, but his tears and snot from crying would need to be soaked up with cloth. His sense of suffocation from crying so much would be a delight for my to my ears. I would record this for my Pet Slave Servant to enjoy every night his finances are recovering from this con job.

Finally, when his body has been turned inside out, and after literally 24 hours of ass, ball, and cock torture, I would begin on his mind.

I would place him in my ass fucking chair. This chair straps him in and slowly penetrates him with a vibrating dildo. I would face him to my trio of screens, and put headphones on him. He would witness visions of my torture, while his mind is systematically being wiped clean. And when I say wiped clean, I mean his mind is reduced all the way down to jellyfish. He will be unable to talk without a command. And I would command him to spend the rest of his life triggered to be a cock slut of such high addiction that his body would expire just like a heroin addict. His need to be raped up the ass and in the mouth would begin the moment he wakes and go on until he passes out. Life in and out of jail for being unable to delay taking cock and torture would be his way of life. His life would end within a year of sexual addiction on this level. <>He would think he needs more every cock he takes.

As a Goddess of Highest Repute, I do not do this to men, slaves, Admirers, or Worshippers – I reserve this skill as a fantasy of what my mental powers can do to the worst of society. This is how the worst of the worst should be punished. And this is what will happen to Consultant should he ever enter the realm of a Goddess who is unable to control the limits of her torture. He deserves it. He is a maggot, putrid and infecting anyone he touches. I hope his short term in prison puts him in a cell with the biggest, nastiest Sadist on his row.

Now, for those of you who were turned on by what I just wrote … Yes, Your Goddess can control herself so that you can enjoy smaller degrees of each of the tortures listed above. Just make me an offer I cannot refuse.

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

BEGIN YOUR JOURNEY TODAY www.secondlife.com




All Princesses, Servants, Admirers, Saphireists, Jesters, Slaves, and Experiments: Come, as I beckon you to my Castle of Devotion, Pleasure, and Transformation. Come to Goddess Saphire's Realm, the domain I rule within Second Life. Come tour my architectural masterpiece devoted to my pleasure and your overwhelming experiences of worshipping your Goddess.

Please to see new blogs from your Goddess? Yes, you are. You miss your Goddess Saphire? Of course you do. Aside from the fact that it is my place as your Goddess to ignore you when I wish, as a wise Goddess I do not ignore my Worshippers for no reason. In fact, my reasons are for the benefit of Moi, of course, but also give so much reward to those lucky Servants and Admirers who advance their way into my inner circle. First, I had a dramatic increase in my phone inductions, and also my Real Time training of Servants, who are lucky enough to be in my presence and gaze upon my commanding body and eyes. I was pleased at their transforming into Servants more worthy of my attention. Normally my time off from this RT traning and Voice/web cam inductions is spent blogging, and inspecting new applicants for my realm. BUT, something fantastic came to the superior mind of your Goddess. Second Life and the Realm I created in it for me to rule and you to serve within.

Goddess Saphire designed her Castle far beyond any experience or vision within Second Life to prove once again that no Domina Hypnotist, nor any Internet Goddess, sits on her level of imagination, power, and will to reign over the most select Men and Women seeking to Worship one worthy of all their being.

I shall begin by explaining to the uninformed what Second Life means, is, and shall become. Second Life is a World created within the Internet. More than a website, it is a World created by the best Web Designers alive, that has its own software to allow Members to create themselves in a New World. Second Life has evolved in design as Software and Computers evolve. And it has evolved in content as no tens of millions of people have visited and/or created themselves in Second Life. Tens of millions...think of that number. The first visitors were those on the cutting edge of Internet design. they spearheaded a phenomenon that has turned Second Life from a "game" to a Reality. In this reality, entire cities such as New York, San Francisco, Paris, and in my case, Transylvania are recreated. The real estate in Second Life and all items are purchased in Lindens(the currency of Second Life.) Second Life has become so vaulable and real in both advertising and ownership, that Lindens now have a true dollar value. Imagine that! Second Life in a few years accomplished what Monopoly could not in five decades (imagine if Monopoly money had real value.) Millions are made and spent on real life items, advertising, domains, and identities on Second Life. There are rock stars in Second Life, strippers that get you off, Mayors, Obamas, drug lords, saviors, angels S+M clubs, vampires and now your Goddess Saphire to rule her domain and move about collecting minds and souls. Now listen up closely Worshippers...

UNTIL YOU EXPERIENCE ME FELSH TO FLESH, SECOND LIFE IS THE CLOSEST EXPERIENCE YOU WILL HAVE TO TOTAL OBEDIENCE, SERVITUDE, PLEASURE, AND MIND CONTRL WITH YOUR GODDESS.

Until you move through it, you have no idea how elaborate,stunning, grand, empowering and "Real" my Realm and Castle is. You have no idea how much each visit, each interaction, changes who you are, your mind, your will, your limits of pleasure and your outlook on your own transformation and life in both Worlds. the most common comment I hear while i lead newcomers through my Castle to my dungeons, sleep rooms, or coronation halls is that they suddenly feel entranced...in my power...out of body...euphoric...aroused...surrendered. That speaks of the detail designed in my Castle. Your eyes pick up the visuals-the mind altering paintings in frames on the walls, the hypnotizing patterns of the marble, the mesmerizing flow of the rivers, the commanding colors of the mountain views, the captivating pulse of the music from my performers (whether they be performing as musicians, or their "music" is screams of pleasure/pain as they perform as my slaves.)

To give you an idea as to the scope of my Castle: It takes almost two hours for me to give a guided tour.

It is incredibly simple to become part of Second Life. Aside from it being the most incredible experience your Goddess on a more personal level, why would you want to invest the time, slight bit o money, and mental challenge of Second Life? Because as is the case with all th ings related to your Goddess, Second Life represents your future. Second Life is the crest of the wave breaking upon the shores of the next era of how humans will use the computer to live a more full life. Within a decade, it is within reason that you will interact with holograms you can feel within your home, stores you visit, and shops. Members of Second Life and other On-Line Worlds will be recognized for their dual existences, meaning that a Rock Star in Second Life will have a marketing identity in this World, fans,celebrity, riches, and all the Rock Star experiences. Your Goddess foresees her future, and the future of all Worshippers of all types as including this mind-expanding opportunity to act ahead of the unenlightened, unfortunate, and unfulfilled masses.

Wake up, Worshippers! Wake to what I really AM! I am the next leve of existence, the hightest level of physical and mental saturation that today's male and female seekers can experience. Second Life took me literally a thousand hours to study, design, build, network, and ultimately emerge as if by magic as one of its "coments" of power from another World. The land I have quietly accumulated through research and mind bending, and the design I put into it, are so outsanding that i receive over 300 offers a day to purchase even bits of my estate-offers in real dollars!. I fly through cities and walk with "shields" around me because word has spread that i shall be onf of a few illustrious rulers at the top of a society devoted to what you Worshippers seek-overwhelming experience and mind altering guidance.

And I have saved what will captivate you most (at first) about Second Life. My Avatar. An Avatar is my physical form in a computerized second body. Do you wish to know what it feels like to look into my eyes? To watch my hair cascade down over my full breasts? Of course you do-you simple have no idea how many times this desire will be amplified in your visits in Second Life to my Realm, dugneons, and ballrooms. Do you wish to be memorized by my walk? Intimidated by my presence? Obedient to me so well that you look up from your kneeling position, your eyes panning up from my boots or heels, past thighs that make you weak, to a waist and breasts that make you explode with erotic anticipation, and dare to accept my offer to look directly into my controlling eyes? Or do you wish to show me how much pain you can take when your goddess of Second Life and this Life straps you into a dungeon toy just to hear you scream how well you will obey me and live to serve me? do you wish to watch me put on my leather gloves, only to caress your obedient shoulders? Does the lift of my breasts as I cinch on my strap-on excite you?

In the near future, sessions in Second Life, of Real Time training, transforming, mind control and pain will precede any time you wish to spend with me in Real life in my home dungeon, or in your ho me town when i pay you a surprise visit. Already the list of hopeful Admirers has started in Second Life. But as always i am very picky. Only the most devoted need apply, only the most valuable and the most mentalling engaging. Be one of those, and you shall experience satisfaction beyond anything you could imagine in not just one World, but in two Worlds.


Over the next month, I shall be posting blogs that infor you more about Second Life, and how it is enriching both my life (which is your utmost goal) and transforming the lives of Worshippers who find a purpose on both Worlds. I have links to Second Life on my Website. Follow them. Explore. Prepare to create a terrific Avatar for yourself there. Learn. Grow. Become valuable to yourself and to me, and to the next era of dual existences. I have no time or place for dinosaurs that will not evolve to a changing universte...a universe that I reign supreme as the Goddess who creates what others cannot even imagine, in you, and in my Realms.

Mommy Deepest- Feminzation Ind.

Experience What Its Like To Be A Girl Today!!!!
VIRTUAL INDUCTION
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Don’t throw out the wire hangers, you’ll need them to hang up all the window dressing (image, attitude, etc.) of your past life.

Few voyeuristic events tickle me more than creating a woman from a man. In the past, to do it thoroughly took months, and painstakingly repetitive inductions. After all, a mind control master is changing literally every last brain cell that relates to your sexual identity. Leaving just a pocket or two fails to complete the mission.

For YOUR benefit, and to further raise my Goddess rule over you, I present yet another mental miracle from BRAINWASH 2.

My evil snicker still escapes me – and you most likely are still humored from the video above showing a little bit what is meant when I say, “total control” or “my reality and realm.”

Mommy Deepest I call him now, for I see all of Joan’s glorious feminine form in her now. Yes, that’s right … just look at her and say you don’t wish for me to bring out your deepest, most important fantasy and make it real. Forced feminization is very personal, and monumentally important to feeling whole as a woman (previously only a man) if this is in your psyche from birth, as it usually is. Imagine going your whole life with experts saying, “No one can help you, just forget about it.” And then you find MOI. Your Goddess. Your Master. Your Savior. You merciless agent for truth in who you are.

Mommy Deepest held on to his secret for a few sessions on phone and over Yahoo I.M.. Then it came out – I want – I must be – a woman, a total woman. Yet, he was too masculine to embrace it, too fearful, too trapped in what the world expected him to be (which is to be fucking miserably hollow, his soul longing, his sex drive begging … to be a woman.) He’d probably tried all sorts of half-way effective avenues: support groups, new Internet identities, days spent trying to believe he’s a woman but always falling short.

I knew what he needed. I warmed him up with a few Inductions, and Forced Fem. But knew that his mind still held on (like about 99% of all cross dresses still hold on) to the fact that he’s just “impersonating” a woman.

All it took was a couple of sessions of Brainwash 2, which by the way, unless you’ve been sleeping through these blogs, I happen to tailor to each of you in some way or another, proving yet again that I do what all the posers (of mind control) haven’t the talent or desire to do FOR YOU. [Being Goddess reigning over an erotic realm is SUCH demanding presence when one cares for her admirers like a Renaissance Ruler cares for the kingdom’s citizens … bring me another Servant to load into the catapult, and where’s my flogger and floggee?]

Just look at how happy she is, now that the role of Mommy (female) is allllll that exists in that femmy little mind. A hundred months with a shrink couldn’t do that for her. Yet I did! When I want that to end, it does, nearly forgotten by the conscious mind, so his days go as normal, until it is triggered again.

Yes, Your Goddess is manipulative, a perfectionist when it comes to surrender and obedience, and merciless with her punishment and her sadistic flavors when you are in my company. That’s what it takes to be WHAT YOU NEED, and cannot live without once you see how true that is and the powers of my will and voice.

Oh so yummy to simply devour someone’s entire past identity and the soul it has with it, to let the one I create share life now. Now let’s see, to partner him up with a cock sucking slut/whore who will tell him his pussy tastes delicious (and believe that is what he’s sucking if I so wish.)

Brainwash is one of my Masterpieces. Several more are to come. See my creations from my perspective. Imagine sitting on my Goddess Throne in my court, surrounded by an array of totally obedient, thoroughly indebted and happy mind control Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, and Whores, each acting out without inhibition. They are the perfect actors, for they have truly totally become their role. My array of Academy Award winners will be on display, and later in the year, we shall have our Oscars! So pay attention, try to relate to their characters as you watch their 1-3 minutes of fame on my blogs. Remember them all. Learn about their roles. Can you see yourself as one of them? It will help you relate to their roles and paths, appreciate their journey, and prepare yourself for your own.

I’ve got to go prepare for a small summer drink party for later. Tonight is the full 50 minutes of Mommy Deepest is set up for a private screening for myself, two gorgeous Princesses, a Lesbian neighbor couple, and a Servant who shall be my personal horsy.
TALLY-HO … HO’S!

The Hunter and the Prey

Survival. It requires all our senses. Dominance requires even more than the usual 5. A psychic sense is integral … the reading of minds and body language the keys. Bewitching senses are icing on the cake of the many souls.

A recent Admirer, must undergo specific tests, tests of determination, imagination, service, and loyalty. Usually this occurs on line or in my dungeon, with Slave and/or Princesses witnessing. But in this case, a Admirer revealed he is married. And was yearning to see me. He had picked up that I was going to a casino with a fat tribute one of my most promising worshippers paid for my one on one attention and dominance. He called, pleading if he could show up there. His senses should have told him that this was unusually forward, considering his level of indoctrination and training. Yet I noticed that he did not ask if he could meet me. In this I saw something worthy. For you see, aside from wanting to see just how far he will go to find me in this casino, the man is married. Married with a lot to lose if this rendezvous goes public.

The fear of outing his deviant needs, and of meeting a gorgeous woman he is paying regularly, could be turned into tools to open the doors locked in his mind and soul. Locked doors keeping him from ascending in popularity and transformation with me.

So I agreed. Now, I was traveling with one Servant and two Princess (both the most beautiful in the casino excluding your Goddess.) I wanted them to play a part in this as part of their Princess training .

I arrived at the casino early, and set myself up at a slot machine that gave me the best view of the floor. I had my two Princesses at my side, and they could act as human blinds, keeping him from seeing me. My Servant had a friend running the Security cameras (I am quite the celebrity stunner here and get what I want, regardless of rules. I won’t say how high up my mind control has reached, but what Goddess wants, Goddess gets.)

I wore a light summer dress, white … and let my dark hair flow freely over my shapely breasts and shoulders. Poised on the chair, any man passing took a second look.

When my Married Man appeared, he was wearing nice grey slacks and a dark t-shirt. He texted me on my phone, “Do you feel my presence?” I told him that all he has to do is follow the scent of my perfume, which should be burned into his brain matter from our one other meeting. This was his first test, to see how obedient and open his senses are to me, after he faltered in his devotion to me and my rituals. I do have to admit that the cigar smoke would mask any odor soon enough.

It was so amusing to watch him sniffing his way back and forth across the carpet. Any time he looked my way, the Princesses blocked spotting me. Meanwhile the Admirerhad contacted the Security for a tape that watched him as he moved from room to room. I kept playing the slots, watching, and sending him text messages. All were designed to build his frenzy for me. “Your desire must be weak if you cannot be drawn to me.” He pleaded his devotion was pure, and his mind open. This cat and mouse game allowed me to test his limits and imagination. He did not pick up on the clues, I even named my perfume. He could have asked any waitress, they would point me out. “You’re not trying hard enough.’ The man was breaking into a sweat! “If you find me, the prize you desire is yours.”

I gave him clues at to the right waitress, the right cashier to follow or ask. But he missed them all. His cock was ruling him. If not, he would have found me. It’s that simple. He was not listening, he was lusting. I played him like a hungry animal, trying to scent the delicious mean I dangled on a string, only to yank it from him so that I could watch his drool foam up and smother his smile. Oh, and you did look so good. I would have been inspired to add an extra punishing dose of sexuality to our dialog and trancing that day if you had passed your test. Nothing like seeing a hard cock I control dripping into grey slacks for the hours drive home for him.

After almost two hours (I had food brought to me as I lounged) he begged to meet me in the parking lot. But that is a no-no … he got upset. He insisted that I am not there. So I proved it. I described his outfit, and told him he looked quite nice.

In the meantime, I had many angles of video coverage of his desperation. There is a look that a married man gets on his face when he is cheating and about to engage. He had it all over him.

The penalty for this is … humiliation, in a sense, or at least the leverage of his fears. I will put the video tape up as a blog, perhaps for a short time, to show him that he must shape up! I also told him that a hypno domme in Brazil had problems with an errant slave. She hypnotized him, and he woke up in bondage gear, tied to a tree in the courtyard of his office/home building. “Why would you tell me that?” he asked. “So that you thank me for being merciful, patient – of which I am not at all!!!” Lol. OH Admirer..You Know The Truth. But It does sound delicious.

I need to know the level of my Admirer in training matches the grades I place them into. His devotion and need was weakened. I saw that in the test.

Your Goddess NEVER does something “for no reason.” This revealed that I must deeply, and I mean deeply trance him again. And he will pay for this trancing. He needs it. He wants it, and he wants a moment with me in person again. It would be a waste of both our time to do this without deeper trancing and more pure need to serve me. His cock must be ruled by me for his mind to adjust to my training. The fear of showing this video will take over his mind, where my trances failed, and break down his ego. Then I can shape him, and then he can get his reward as I surely will.

Part Two of his progress, and his upcoming videos and trances will appear soon. Learn form his mistakes. It will not go unnoticed. For Your Goddess sees EVERYTHING, inside and outside of you.

OH! What Have I Here? My Whore has shown, to confess his newest level of becoming a total Whore and loving it! The seemingly innocent words I used on him yesterday germinated in his mind. They blossomed at 1 a.m.. He spent until 3:30 performing as my Whore (no details, sorry, for he is obeying.) And still did not slip out of total Whore Personality until after the sun came up, exactly as I had programmed him to. Oh, the things he is learning about how far greater his sexual limits are is astounding, to you at least. To me, he is only about 2/3 of the way to the limits I shall condition into him. And then … he shall meet his Goddess, and serve as Her Whore in the shadows of her perfection.