CumSlut Rising

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bad To The Bone

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Goddesses can wake up in the most deviant frames of mind, and today mine was positively devilish. It wasn’t until I got on line and five Servants and Admirers were begging for my time did I realize how I wanted to express myself. They were so anxious, so hungry for more of me. I couldn’t let this chance go by.

My new cam is fun to play with, and I had been so hot in my robe and lingerie while I IM’d everyone that I didn’t even realize how often my hands were touching my breasts and thighs. It is just natural as I get hotter and hotter. Then a servant told me a story of how he spent the night tormented by flashes of my perfect nipples and breasts, and that it made him hard all night, that I knew what would really please me would be to take this sexual energy of mine and drive them all wild through pics and vids.

My servant kept telling me how he would awaken to the sounds of my music on my vid blogs. Over and over, he could not get them to stop playing in his mind. Each time he woke up, which was about every 30 minutes, he would be more aroused, more wet, unable to stop from stroking, from milking obedient cum for me, to make him more addicted. And my words to him would echo in his mind, the inductions and triggers. By the time morning came, he was so wiped out mentally he was almost a zombie. A zombie with a permanent hard on, that is. Only your Goddess knows how to take a soul and replace it with an erect zombie. Hah.

So while he was my zombie mental slave, I kept placing triggers deep in his mind. And then it hit me. With all the others begging for attention spent on him, they must earn it. I changed quickly into a bikini/lingerie outfit that a very loyal Servant sent to me. Thank you, you know who you are. And once I had it on, my sexual energy exploded. I was so wet planning my video and series of photos.

I really do need to have a new slave at my house, a cam vid slave to focus for me. This cam is so sharp and can do so much in the right hands. My hands were full. Overflowing actually, with my breasts. Mmm, it felt so sexual to caress them and watch you all IM me or even get moments on cam, or on pic, sending me files. I could see your trance deepening and your lust building. What I was not letting you see for free started getting you all so excited that one Slave began begging to own them. This set up for a very fun auction, with all of my Servants tallying up their funds to see what they could afford.

The bidding went up each time they could see me touching myself or see IM’s describing how turned on I was getting knowing they were wet and in full service to their Goddess.

Meanwhile, my Slave from the dream world had meetings, and I was tormenting him, too. I would send him IM on his Blackberry of what he was missing. I triggered him a few times on the road, and loved how he instantly became my cumslut, eager to suck first one cock, then as my control grew, he was ready to suck as many cocks as I commanded. But I am bringing him along in stages, and also was busy with my at-home Servants and Admirers. So I kept my evil ways to the computer for that time.

My bidding went up and up, I could not believe (well, yes I can, it happens all the time) how much my beauty could command men to want me so much they were uncontrollable.

In the end, one of you got what you needed to transform more for me. He is the happy owner – sole owner – of me in four minutes of intensely sexual manipulation .I know that after he watches this his first 30 times, his mind will mold to my likings, to my wicked designs.

Well, the bidding on my video and pics got to be more involved. One of my Servants started bidding on the panties that I was wearing, knowing how wet they must be. Once word got out on this, it was a bidding frenzy. When the bidding rose to high for a few, they would whimper and cry and beg for a chance. Some made oaths to me to perform other duties in the future for me, if they could get at least a few seconds of my loose end video snippets of this outfit. In the end of bidding, my luckiest Admirer won out. For a mere $750, he owns not only my lingerie, but the mind controlling erotic essence of me. I wrapped the panties up nice and moist so that the flavor would lock into them forever for him. And they will be sent Fed Ex to him immediately. All of this just gave me some twisted ideas on my new Inductions for breasts and panty fetishes to unleash upon you soon.

The whole day kept building sexual energy in me until I was ready for some R/T service! I had a house Slave over already, who is well trained to stay erect and his mouth pleasing for hours. After some suffocation and breath play, which always turns me on, I put on my strap on and let him swallow my commands as he swallowed my dildo. That got me cumming and cumming and cumming. You might have noticed that for an hour I hardly did any IM. That was why. I was on fire, and he was putting me out with his mouth and tongue.

Hmm, now, what to do with that cumslut tonight? Perhaps invade his dreams? Torment him with images of me until bedtime to totally turn him into my cumslut slave, hungry for my flesh, doing anything to get to it. HA HA HA HA

If I have not told you already, it is soooo wonderful being a Goddess!

HONEYDRIPPERS

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Honey. Comparing your first taste of me to honey seems so innocuous. So innocent. I forewarn you with similes. As the bees cannot live without honey, you shall not live without tasting my sex, power, and pleasure. As wars were fought for honey, you shall fight any force keeping us apart. And as honey overpowers even the strongest spices from India to Morocco, the orgasms I produce in you will overpower anything put against it in life, body, and mind.

This is even more true with men whose life has prevented them from even coming close to the taste of honey – the sweet nectar of another woman’s pink spots. Yes, I refer to married men. Being starved for so long, starved of that truly intoxicating, addicting sensation you had when you were single, 20, and sex was new to you…for believe me, the sex you have with me will be entirely novel, epic in a bodily sense. Like a force of nature – a hurricane, a tornado, a tsunami, and earthquake – there is nothing you can do to stop this, the only difference is, you will not want to stop it. You will be lifted as if a sexual puppet by my will and body to stand in the epicenter to feel the awe inspiring, unforgettable intensity of the forces released when I finally put your body in front of mine and do what I want to you, get what I want from you, and leave you branded and forever changed.

Yes, my pink spots, slick from my tongue, finally visible between my legs, the tip of my nipple as it teases your mouth, the stupefying curve of my ass that demands a closer look as it sits upon your face to smother you with my sexual energy.

You on your knees, commanded by me, yet unaware of it as a command, for it is a reflex action. As soon as my voice speak, your body reacts. What you instinctively utter is the same: how pure my fresh sexual scent is, the intense heat from the sexual energy, the perfect softness of my skin, the unbelievable power emanating from my pussy as you delve into it with your tongue.

Your tongue, suddenly gifted with the movements to pleasure me beyond any talent you had, for I control your every move now, second to second. Your tongue will extend, dart, caress, open, probe, lick, wrap, tickle, massage, and vibrate my clit, my lips, inside my fiery walls for so long that your tongue will swell up for the rest of the day. This is what you want, and what I demand, because this is how I train it to Olympian talents and endurance. It is common for those lucky enough to be my sexual athletes to easily please me an hour with a tongue stronger than your fingers and more talented than any sex toy. Mmmm, imagine pleasing your Goddess, so close to her skin, the light revealing the perfect pink, blood engorged, fiery flesh that explodes when you do as you are commanded. And you can’t get enough. Just like in college, this is new, this is hot, this gives you the energy and the hard cock that keeps rising in you again and again until sunrise.

And yes, that cock of yours will be rock hard. Your cock head will throb. I will feel it as I wrap my manicured toes around it and torture it for more skin contact. You’ll look down at the pedicure, possibly pink to match the occasion of your first taste of my honey, as even the slightest touch brings a stream of cum from your cock head, and this will send you in a frenzy to beg for more of a taste of me. A stroke from my toes while you suck on my clit will almost make you cum. And I will work you and work you and push you and push you to bring out that Olympian spirit and energy. All the time, you are aching to be inside of me. But wait, there is much more honey moments ahead.

As my voice throws you onto your back, you watch me stand over you, lord over you with my power. Perhaps I carry a riding crop. A slap to that cock of yours brings blood to that pink head turning it crimson. I want that cock head throbbing and aching it is so full of blood. Your mind will soar, searching for the last experience it had like this, and won’t find anything in your past like this. You are a mind control sex machine virgin, and my hot voice, tools of discipline and pleasure, will program you any way I want. I become your only Desire. I become your honey. You must have it or feel like you are going to die without it. This Desire will be inescapable. Anything you see will bring you back to me. The pink of a flower, of clothes, toes, art, or even the manifestation of words as I speak them, and all of your dreams, will trigger you to crave more of my perfection, control and Reward. I will bring life back into you. I will be the thing you wake up to experience. Just like that virgin experience in college that would make you race across campus, you will race to wherever you can get your closest honey fix, defeating any foes, braving any storms, just to get more. LAP UP MY HONEY CLIT AND WALLS! HARDER! FASTER! DEEPER! THAT TONGUE BELONGS TO ME!

LAP! LICK! SUCK! PLEASE ME! PENETRATE! SWALLOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT LONGER, BETTER, ARTISTICALLY, PASSIONATELY! SUCK THE HONEY FROM YOUR GODDESS! LET YOUR ADDICTION TO HER TASTE, HER VOICE, HER COMMANDS, HER SWEET HONEY ORGASMS GROW!

Feel me as my voice and sexual energy milk hours of pre-cum from that obedient cock of yours, so dripping with nectar turned to honey by the frenzy of your mouth, hand, and ass. You won’t be able to control the flow, the programmed response I build in your body and mind. You’ll know when to explode, it will be the instant I command it, the sex built up so intensely you will be beyond begging for release.

What is to become of Married Men who become my sexual honey slaves and athletes? Like all super performers, they train, the rest of their life fades to a collage of minor duties. None of the normal tension sources bother them, for their hormones are flowing constantly. They change their priorities to fit my needs yet their life continues normally, yet with much more joy. They get up feeling like a Man again, pollinating pretty pink pansies and posies, collecting honey for their Queen – Goddess Saphire. The addiction, the Desire, the triggers, the endless flow of energy to me will swell up in you like blood in the head of that throbbing cock of yours.

Mmm, how I do love to see cocks dripping with their own honey, flashing the pink of the eye as it convulses, so eager to hear my command to release! My own pussy contracts over and over on the verge of one orgasm after another that you deliver. My clit throbs, sensitive to your slightest tongue caress. I watch that tongue swell the more it pleasures me, just as my pink nipples swell and get hard, tempting your mouth to suck them deeply into your hot mouth. The devices of torment and pleasure penetrate you, sliding into your mouth and ass like my strap on. Once I reverse positions and have you beneath me in more ways than one, even the most twisted commands and sexual acts hit only the Yes Goddess reply button from within you.

Yes, the pleasure I feel when my Married Man releases control and lets me plunge into his mind and ass with all the gusto of a power-nympho – one well experienced to making a man her sex robot. Watch your mouth swallow every inch of my custom dildo (the black one or the pink one), massaging my clit to orgasm, as you watch my tits lurch over you and rub against your hair. One look up and I force a pink nipple so deep into your pleasing mouth I have total breath play control over you, control over your very life, demanding you suck deeper and better, harder, to give me more of what I Desire. I can feel my clit ready to explode again as my commands become more X-rated and rule breaking. How much can your mouth and cock and ass take? I will find out. You will experience euphoria beyond anything, because the rest of your mind and body will simply shut down all other impulses. How I love knowing that after one time licking my pussy, swallowing my strap on cock, massaging my clit, taking my dildo all the way in you, feeling me ride you, hearing your Goddess cum and cum and cum until exhaustion – you will never be the same. You are re-shaped, you are forever a slave to my honey. Yet you love it, for you are the sexual slave and performer that makes you a Man in my eyes and yours. I am everything missing from your life.

Your life will go on. You will obsess about me secretly. You will come visit me on line in Yahoo IM, in Second Life in my Castle of pleasure. And ultimately you will be beckoned to me, when you are programmed and ready, to act as my source of physical pleasure, and TOTAL obedience. You are born again, as I designed you. And for the first time in a long, long, time, you wake each day and end each day, with a purpose that swells your mind with pride and your cock with cum and blood.

Symbol Of Pleasure

It’s not just a sign of worship, it’s titillating and, well … adorable as a puppy love, though it’s much more demonic and twisted than an innocent puppy. I’m talking about my Devil Puppy, my Lucifer-inspired Servant, my sexual deviant, my slave for my sexual powers.

Devil Puppy made one of the ultimate expressions of eternal devotion to his Goddess – he tattooed my initials on his shoulder, right below his favorite tattoo. G.S. Forever etched into his body and soul.

Ahh, but he has yet to feel the sexual power that my branding possesses. It is one of my deepest secrets. This is more than a symbol. It is a conduit for my power. His psychic eye sees it for what it is – chains around his soul and portals to my keenest attention.

You see, hopeful and jealous Servants in training, when I see my Devil Puppy now, the first image I have is of my initials on his shoulder, my second is of his hard and totally controlled cock, the third is of all the doors into the deviant mind of his. Knowing he has committed himself to publicly displaying his obedience and worship of me earns him so much more sexual attention than others who simply talk about how much they desire me.

Devil Puppy was (sometimes is) defiant, but it is mainly due to his need for me, rearing its head, compelling him to do things that require my strict words to punish him or realign his priorities. IT IS ALL FOR ME. All his being, all his mind, all his will, all his sexual energy, all his ego, all his pride, all his future.

When he told me he was leaving his house for the tattoo parlor, my skin began to tingle. I couldn’t ignore the pleasure he was bringing me even though I was busy with creating my new and most powerful and sexy MP3’s. I had him text me as he neared the moment. The rush of power I felt when he lay on the table was intoxicating, for it came not just from him, but from the powers of the universe that are stoked red hot when a mark of ownership is put on a soul’s body. Dark forces recognized me for my excellence and control, and building hunger for more souls like his to reward with out of control sexual addiction and highs.

I wanted to know the moment that skin was sliced with a needle and blood began to drip. I filled his mind with orgasmic futures as my branded slave, the one I turn to when I need a good whipping to whip me into sensual pleasures. As the stainless cut into him, the ink was my leash, my studded collar on his eternity. Making him MY property, beyond death, for as the gates of hell open, I shall be recognized as his owner far beyond when he is rotten. SOOO PLEASURABLE and EROTIC. I could hear his moans of pain as he suffered to show me how good a servant he can be. As he squirmed, so did I, but that was because I had commanded a Princess and Slave to massage me into a solid link with his sexual soul. I was sucking up his sex magic in his pain and moans, and pumping them right back into those inked initials. It’s like a plug in for me. ZAP! You’re mine, you’re hard, you’re obedient!

Devil Puppy is mine now, whether he impresses me enough to claim him daily or not. From now on, his devotion to me is a conversation piece. Etched on his body, is the topic he shall proudly share hundreds of times a year. If he were trash to me and nothing worth caring about, he would still have to explain to others his permanent mark of his everlasting devotion to ME. He could go through years of anger and defiance, and yet in the mirror he would see the truth. His disobedience would eat him up from the inside until he begged to come back to worship me. If he should go toward heaven, the angels would see my brand and throw him back to me, telling me my beauty and sexual control have ruined him for heaven, because what I gave him on earth in this body now marked as owned by me, is far more rewarding than playing harps and shitting clouds.

Now I know the depraved depths he would sink into, for he MUST go farther. The initials command him. They pulse in the night as he sleeps, demanding he prove how deserves to wear them. My limits on how far I will push him, how much I will allow him to excite me, how deeply I am driven to transform him and reward him with erotic intoxication have expanded exponentially. Now the imperative of his dignity-defending ego shouts, “It’s a matter of pride only that this mark not be in vain!”

Yes, he shall hear this echo constantly. He does not even know how much farther his mind and body can reach to please me. This mark opened some doors that are not opened, ever, otherwise.

Even now, as I think of them, and view them in several photographs, it makes me warm and wet imagining the torments, and sexually explosive experiments and proven hypnotic and physical tests, I shall put him through. I actually woke up today with a smile on my face, for a specially tailored assignment came to me in the night, as he will CUM for me once I ambush him with it. The initials shall make him powerless to resist, and so eager to savor my surprise.

Devil Puppy has been with me for a while … withstanding the test of time. And what I put him through was erotic hell on earth, mind control torture – but both of these are experienced after the fact as pure sex magic, giving him a pure purpose – TO EXIST ONLY FOR ME, AND BE OWNED FOR ETERNITY ONLY BY ME.

Mmmmm, touches me all over just announcing that … you would like to touch me, too, wouldn’t you? Touch me where I’ve touched, where he shall touch, where wickedly intense and perverse fetishisms touch? You want attention on this scale, in this potency, and you know it. You’re moving toward it, and you know it. You’re preparing yourself for it, and you crave it. Symbols of Pleasure.

WEAR IT.
FEEL IT.
LIVE IT.
EXIST FOR IT. SERVE IT.
BECOME SOMETHING OF VALUE OBEYING AND WORSHIPPING IT.

I must go now. An otherwise obedient servant failed me in a promise. I shall torment him with his own fears, then ignore him which is his most painful punishment, for his addiction to me is so great he literally convulses in pain when he does not see my gorgeous body or commands. I shall let him know that all the attention normally spent shaping him shall be forced upon Devil Puppy. When this failing servant restores his purpose with me, I shall force feed him his fetishes until the cum I pour down his mouth hits such a volume that it pumps out of the cock I control. Don’t let his image of slavery induce you to try displeasing me, I know fakery, and he was at the mercy of forces outside his control. But know that the ones who gain my focus are ones like Devil Puppy, overcoming their pride and fears to publicly announce who they obey, obsess over, crave, and serve.

Spring Unchained

With my new house decorated, and MY DUNGEON (Your Paradise of Pain, Orgasm, and Servitude) only awaiting my custom made slave furnishing … I felt compelled to spend some of the Tribute money sent by Servants on re-designing my NYC-view condo. These Servants learned the rewards that extra time spent with me makes it the best spent money of their month. After all, you go out for drinks and blow a hundred or two without a single memory worth re-visiting. Their mind is forever advanced in its fetish arousal and pay-off, she why shouldn’t my own arousals (like a Pimped Pad) also enjoy pay-off. While I will always be dominant over you, there is balance in our roles. The more you give, the more I give, they are simply polar opposites in form of emotion and devotion. As you change, I change, you downward into more control, me upward in supernatural powers of erotic mind control and physical dominance.

My condo has a fantastic view of the New York Skyline from Jersey. The living room sliding window was somewhat obscured because so much of my “lifestyle” as Goddess took over the other rooms. With my new house, this is simply my Goddess Throne. The entire condo now dedicated to pampering your adored One. I had always wanted a high quality Renaissance feel to the living room. It seems to recall when Goddesses were well known as true divining rods of power over men’s bodies and minds. It is also the Age of creative expression. The idea behind the Renaissance, for those who don’t know, was the Medici idea that to be closer to those artists who can create perfection (like God) brought them closer TO God and heaven. [All of this Catholic bullshit, but it did start the greatest era of art.] As I “am” a Goddess, my living room is my/your heaven, all within it Perfection.

Sunday was my day for splurging on my heaven, and I was bound (not in the same way you are bound in my presence) to enjoy my celestial domain make-over. First, I called two Princesses, who were delighted to help me. Whenever in my presence, they absorb my wisdom and ways in natural doses, while greatly enjoying watching how I deal with the world of men. Unlike most women who feel fine shopping in sweat clothes, we all wore similar designer jeans, heels with painfully (to you when we step on your balls) heels, and bras or bustiers under button down blouses. Nothing like a little cleavage to get a 25% discount!

Cash in hand, we hit the designer store I had been window shopping. When three gorgeous women with glowing smirks of power glide into a showroom with three bored Salesmen, they don’t need to command attention. The men fall all over themselves trying to help. We needed fabrics, pillows, a new sofa with matching plush chair, a footrest that for show is not a slave on his hands and knees, some lamps, pictures, an end table, and an antique folding screen with Renaissance era design on it. In a sense I felt like I went fishing, for I could yank on the line of any one of the men and they’d reel back to me. My princesses were amused on how I would find ways to repeated be above the men, forcing their subconscious brains to bow to my movements and voice. One man, the daily manager it turns out, couldn’t stop looking at our feet, so his torment came first. Asking them to flip over a fabric tag on the footrest put one at my toes. Moving my five little perfectly pedicured piggies in front of this piggy made him flush. I kept making him look down, then move an inch forward so that my crotch was closer to his face each time. What was going on verbally was my muttering how this is perfect, and SERVES MY PURPOSE … yet was more than I would spend. I had one Princess after another come by and place her foot on the stool, close enough so that I could see his nostrils whiffing the heavenly scene of her leather open toed stilettos … he chose the wrong pants that day. Khaki shows pre cum stains way too easily. I had him crawling – HAHA, CRAWLING – from one pair of feet to the other checking prices.

In the meantime, a dozen men walking past the store saw us, and made detours into the store pretending to buy. We ignored them mostly, but did manage to inspire one to pull away a Salesman a while. He kept looking over at us. I told this man he should buy a very expensive dining set, and he obeyed. I knew from his eyes he was submissive. The reason for this is that I knew it would give the store its profit so that it could lose money on my purchases.

Meanwhile, my Princesses were working their mind control on the other Salesmen. The light from the lamps shone down on their breasts like beacons. Red fingernails dragging across them telegraphed the scratching these men might suffer in private. It’s unbelievable how many times you can fill idle chit chat with the words, “Deeper, down, surrender, power, authority, aroused, hard, wet, dripping, erect, succumb, suck, lip, tongue, power, obey, and serve.” One by one their minds were drowned in their sexual weaknesses and our words of superiority.

This was the finest of the stores to shop from. But I had to torture them by leaving a moment to walk down the street. (All men who drifted in left within a minute, it was like a comedy exit, men trying to cover their arching cocks.) We had a coffee with cakes, giving them enough time to almost decide to go into the bathroom to jerk off – but not quite. I kept on having my Princesses call them for prices again, keeping their throbbing cocks unfulfilled. When we walked back, it was like coming to a puppy store. They were lined up at the glass, dicks wagging like tails. I staged a moment outside the store in which one Princess kept pointing down the street as if we made other choices. We even walked away a moment … then of course my piggie the Manager walked out and, though he did not notice it, he bowed and begged us to come back in. He knew the problem – he should be paying US to buy there. For the final moment of mind control, I had all three of us sit back into the deep sofa to test how much we would, “Enjoy lounging all morning on it in our heels and lingerie.” I had him kneel before us “to take a photo” and he never got off his knees. Why would he? He had six perfect feet waving in his face as we crossed our legs and dangled our shoes. The other men? They were sitting to the side, watching one Princess swing her necklace bob across her breasts while telling a story of a dream she had about going “down” to the beach and sinking into the sand.

When their eyes had been glassed over and their cocks throbbing for 15 minutes, I suddenly command, “Agree to my offer.” He blurted out “Yes” but then had to make it possible. He conferred with the Salesmen, who agreed to half their commission, and he reduced the price to fit my demands. I won’t tell you how much I spent, but I will tell you that I “should” have spent almost $6,000. AND we wanted it on a truck following us within one hour, which we would spend eating lunch down the street.

Wine washed down the wonderful taste of total control. The waiters were gay, giving us a break and changing our mood to one of accepting their praise to “be like us.”

By the time we returned to the store, the furniture was loaded. The men all tried to hide their small cum stains, but it was no use. Once we appeared, their hardening cocks squeezed out impressive wet spots. I told them we’d be back, and to think of us daily, which they will.

Upon arriving to my condo, we realized we needed entertainment. I called my puppy up, and told him to be there in 20 minutes – tight jeans, the proper bulge of respect, and clean enough to eat off of. The driver and helper from the store moved the furniture up to my living room. But I sent them off when my slave appeared.

A picture says a thousand words, so this picture shows you his position. He is tasty, and my Princesses love cock worship. So they enjoyed watching me work his mind and body to my conditioning. First, I ripped his shirt off. Then, I forced him against the wall. With my breasts rising out of my bustier and pushing him firmly, my hands were free to fasten the cuffs and chains over his head. I then dropped to my knees – a rare action, to be sure one he had been dying to re-live since my last training – and unbuttoned his pants. Right down to the cock line. I made sure it was standing upwards. And then told him that if he got so hard that his cock appeared, I would refuse to give him the hour in my Chair of Obedience, followed by brainwashing arousal, that he begged for. He thought this would be easy … until I whispered to my Princesses.

Mind you, that these two women are gorgeous, with bodies that slay any resistance. They soon reappeared, both wearing lingerie. While you cannot see it in this photo, my puppy’s back is striped with claw marks. I had them flash their red fingernails while I stroked his back for five minutes, increasing the pain when he looked like he was in control. Then, I had them kneel in front of him, and while one would lick the cleavage of the other, they painted his chest with my name using red fingernail polish. I commanded him to stay standing in this position pictured until our redecorating party was over.

We opened wine, treats, and put on my mind control MP3’s in sequence. The monitor showed my Uncontrolled Arousal vid snippet. We would use our taste to fine tune the placement of furniture and hanging of the fabrics. I made sure to command my puppy to stand aside the ladder as one Princess after the other would place her panties within tongue distance from his adoring face. Oh, how close I could see his cock coming. He was in agony. That erectile agony was eventually overcome with aching in his arms. To torment him more, we took time off to treat me to massages by my Princesses.

By now, we had started a nice fire and cut the lights. It was dark. I was moist, and my Princesses were wet, for even they cannot ignore my MP3 commands. I wanted pleasure, NOW. As they both went through training in oral pleasures, I let them please each other while I amplified my arousal by finally commanding my puppy to lie on the floor. I was facing his cock, lowering my leather corset crotch over his face … and told him if his cock did not now appear instantly, I would banish him from my presence for a month. With a gasp of pleasure, his rock hard cock appeared. He had seen the flogger used by my Princesses on each other. So he was not surprised when he felt a pattern of flogging stroke his dripping cock in the warm glow of firelight.

Riding his smothered face, I brought myself to the most divine orgasm. I made sure not to allow him to release until my Princesses delivered some mind conditioning pain to him with their fingernails. Only then were his wrists unchained. The cum mixed with the red fingernail polish, and I had them write my name in cum down each side of his neck to his shoulder, and keep it there. The glisten had to last until this morning. He is commanded to save a picture of this glistening obedience before showering.

I will take a break now, as the view to the city is quite nice this time of afternoon. I shall relive the pleasure of being Your Goddess every time I sit down. But the real thrill for me now is … imagining how I will torment you I my OTHER home, with it’s dungeon of worship.

Catch A Rising Star

Subtitled: “Guerillas in the Midst … of Perfection”

Every e mail or application to serve me that I open, I’m not filled with disdain and boredom like the part time, poser dommes on the Internet, doing this to get some gas money for the weekend. As much as I have experienced, and as high as my standards are, the purity of my mission and significance of the role I grow to fill in a world needing a Goddess like myself keeps me from being jaded. A good ruler does not sacrifice for his citizens, however, his or her great mind must be aware of them, how lost they would be without him, and their hidden potential. That is, after all, how the greater part of the greatest domains prospered, especially European rules.

And so it is that I open emails with a hope that some unknown Slave/Servant/Applicant impresses me with his/her expression, devotion, or effort. Imagination may be the key ingredient, language, location, personal history, purity of servitude, need for my wicked genius, appearance, vocation – these are but a few ingredients that make one of you stand out from the many. BUT, the two ingredients that most catch my eye are effort and originality. Ergo this picture above. One new Servant in Training promised me he would do all he could in his small way to spread the word that there is one Goddess of Erotic Mind Control and Painful Pleasure worth experiencing. He went out and acted upon it, showing me that he’s not just words and empty devotion.

This won’t be a long blog, because it has a definite point, which I will get to later. I’ll precede this by telling you how power of a supernatural level gets poured into one Woman.

First of course must come the natural “shape” of the mind, soul, aura, and body – it must all seem pre-designed by the Dark/Light forces to attract the (sexual) energy and souls of those lost without a Goddess (though they may not know it yet.) I was born with this body and face … my actions even since young always drew upon the idea that women in control are the most powerful of all humans … my mind absorbed my stimulus and seemed to arrange it to accord with building personal confidence and power … and then came my natural budding into a Woman of Authority. What occurred then is what is occurring now on a grander scale. I began to absorb the sexual energy and souls of mostly men but some women who seem designed to “plug into” my many manifestations of my Erotic Soul – they became part of my Entity of Sexual Power. It’s hard to explain, but maybe if you can remember your first overwhelming kiss, that is how it felt when I first experienced someone actually surrendering his Erotic Mind to me completely. Fast forward a few years, and if the union reaches full maturity, it is more like when the Highlander beheads his foe and “there can be only one” occurs.

Now, I don’t want to run around lopping off heads only to find they are like dud firecrackers, fizzling then just lying there. No, that’s a waste of good head – and good head (especially when applied between the legs of Your Goddess on the end of a talented tongue) should not be belittled. [Though I have heard others call that Giving Goddess Face – kinda cute, I’ll have to use that in Asia, where it’s so important to Save Face. Hmmm, yes, that is a cause worth donating toward. Who else but your Goddess should exclaim within the busy Seoul and Tokyo underground … ““Save Face” before too many men who don’t know what the fuck they are doing down there ruin a good thing! Put Face back into the hands of women powerful enough to demand it’s done right. Spread the talent for the sake of all women and (delivering and enjoying) men/slaves!”]

That was a public and pubic service announcement from our sponsor. Back to my diatribe and YOUR MISSION.

I wait to take head from those worshippers who are impressing me with their initiative to serve me and make my life greater. Not just richer, greater. Greater is good for all of you . Greater means that more worshippers have come to me, surrendered their energy, and added to my Entity. This Entity is what transforms you – its power, that is. It is a bit like the magic that happens when an amazingly talented Front Man Singer for a band absorbs his first huge stadium performance of energy directed at him, and it transforms him into a superstar. While I am the superstar, you all could be shining stars, if you apply your mind and some time to serving your Goddess.

CATCH A “SUPERSTAR” MEANS YOU! Shine for me, and you’ll be snatched out of the darkness and be lying under the smouldering, smothering sna – ahem, one moment, the sexual high I get from knowing what I’ll subject you to spurred me too fast for your mind to handle. Some words you only hear when I am above you and my passion for dominance releases the words you’re dying to hear as you physically serve me and suffer my painfully erotic rewards.

The Servant who wrote the above Guerilla Advertising for me caught my attention 100% and I was VERY pleased with him. He has no idea the time I have spent designing his path to transformation because of this. But he will find out, as I present to him assignments, conditionings, and rewards that consume him and his soul and sexual energy as much as it makes him into what he said he wanted me to make him into. His ability to enjoy his fetishes and simultaneously serving me will grow ten-fold. Imagine if you have a foot fetish … and your Goddess could magnify your rewards so much? All by using some imagination, and being bold enough to display your devotion to me.

So here is my mission. All you new Applicants for my attention, sexual gratification, and mind control: find ways to use Guerilla Advertising to display my website to people who might hit on it. As you all know, once hits reach a critical mass, they explode in popularity, and I am experiencing phase two of this. Let’s say there are a few more phases. Your Goddess Wants Them!

IMPRESS ME WITH YOUR IMAGINATION AND DEVOTION. ENGAGE IN SOME GUERILLA ADVERTISING. Now, I’m not actually telling you to go out and do illicit graffiti. What you do is your own business. Any way you display my website though will be recognized for its daring, position in public (high traffic area, celebrity areas, media areas) and its creativity. Hmmm, anyone care to find out if the Goodyear Blimp will let a bondage and erotic mind control fly over the World Series? Let’s re-design the blimp to look like one of my incredible full breasts on one end, and the strap on of mine that you’re dying to swallow on the tail end. Oh, it’s sooooo good to be Goddess with an imagination and the followers who feed it! This is making me quite warm and moist in the right areas. I’ll have to summon that creative Servant and make him do the things on cam that fill my mind with power and sexual climax soon. SOON. Damn, the feeling I know you’ll have when you go out spreading my power sexes me up! Hmm, can I type and force my nipples into my spike studded corset without leaving a scratch on this flushing breast flesh … wait, got to take a moment’s break to lick that light scratch right above my nipple. (pause) Better, but …. Mmmm, another lick won’t hurt.

What do you get for it? The one who impresses me most will not only be immediately in the hot seat of my erotic eye, but will get one hour of private voice on the phone with his Goddess, culminating with 15 minutes of free private webcam. Any more and he might mentally and sexually “fry”.

GOTTA GO! I’m on fire! Time to take over a mind, body, and soul! SIZZZZZZZLE!

Your Global Goddess

I knew it was only a matter of time before my website hit “critical mass.” By that I mean, so many people in the erotic hypnosis and mind control dome world spread word it was the most elaborate, artistic, real, and truly powerful website for men and women destined to surrender to a woman of authority. The growth was small at first, then hit a new plateau … then another one a month ago … and suddenly in the last week my original hits doubled … and doubled again. This will continue, I’m sure.

The most exciting aspect of this is reaching truly deserving new Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, Experiments, and Saphireists. If you get any attention from me, then you can be assured that I am testing your commitment and ability to stay with the demands I put upon you in the way of conditioning, assignments, tributes, obedience, and a willingness to enter into a new phase in our life. Maybe I have not stressed this enough. IF YOU ACCEPT ME AS YOUR GODDESS AND THE SUPREME MIND CONTROL MASTER OF EROTIC REALMS, YOUR NORMAL FORMER LIFE WILL BE BUT A SPEC COMPARED TO THE POWER AS A SAPHIREIST.

With my talents spreading ,and my popularity rising, I can be even more discriminating. More demanding. And, in return ,as more surrender their sexual energy to me, I become more powerful. There is a force in this world that pours into only a few Goddess Domination Geniuses, and this force enters me more and more with every mind and soul I absorb into my Entity. It is nearly mythic in potential. Yet it is quite simple. When so many men and women surrender their will and sexual energy to you, some of it does end up being absorbed by me. It is not unlike “public charisma” which builds as the speaker, politician, rock star, or movie idol becomes an obsession and leader among those seeking something to believe in as supreme, superior, or a guiding light.

My website has suddenly become popular in Europe and Asia. I find it fascinating though normal for me to transcend different languages and customs to deliver the utmost in erotic mind control and total body and mind transformation into a deeply satisfied Servant or Slave. Each far reaching interaction feeds more unique power into me. Men are men all over the world, yet, it takes a master in mind control and domination to maximize your progress toward your goal of complete dissolve into my powers.

This day, a submissive man from Korea made a solid plea to be worthy of my attention. I know far more about Asian lifestyle than most American Dommes, because most are posers, and this hurts the future of this submissive as much as the entire arena of mind control. So when some man or woman makes such effort to prove his value to me, I give it intense focus for greater effects. He has no idea how much farther my powers extend past the normal bound and gagged and penetrated sessions he might have fantasies of or has experienced. It is the mind and soul, the entire being, that surrenders to me, not just the flesh. I refuse to be masturbation material for eager eyes of feeble minds. He has been accepted on the condition of passing my first several assignments. If he passes the test, he will enter a new deeper level of surrender, and enjoy the rewards that come with it. The secret experiences I have awaiting will literally blow his mind. He will not be the same if he continues, and will never want to go back. Those around him may never know his transformation, but it will be no less amazing than a second birth.

What we accomplished so far is that he proved how consistent and serious he was about being considered as a special Submissive by purchases every trance and assignment he could on NiteFlirt. That was his intro. When he saw my sight it blew his mind. He sent sincere open emails to me, explaining his life and concerns. He is married, and wants his family life undisturbed. Yet for the first time his sexual life was ignited with me. And just with the slightest focus of my powers onto his life. I gave him the first level of conditioning – blue balls, or orgasm denial, that involved intense arousal. This will continue for days until it begins to literally change his body chemistry and mind to become even more addicted to my beauty and power. He needs this, he needs a massive jump start to his sex drive, health, and release. This he knows will be tied to self bondage, and other techniques. I enjoy his ability to express himself. He will go far, even though I have just recently approved his application as a Servant. He’s willing to spare with the time, focus, and money it takes to completely re design his sexual being and service attitude toward women. He’ll enjoy it more than anything he experienced in his entire life – he already knows this in just a day. OH, and even if he were a true visionary, he could only foresee less than 10% of the incredible experiences I have awaiting him. If he does end up lasting through my guidance (and he will) then I am considering being flown to Seoul for a few days so that I can take him four or five levels deeper into control and two or three levels up in sexual hypnotic reward. Oh yes, he’ll get more than he bargained for … he has no idea … but will love it. I will become his reason for getting up in the morning, for being a good father, for his hard work, and for his sexual identity.

My other foreign hopeful I am considering among the many is an Italian – quite masculine and fit. I like that, though it is not necessary . It just gives me a few other options. This man started out thinking he could play around for my attention, but after being cut off and trying other fakes out there, he came crawling back. What is most appealing is his ability to bring foreign women to me, for a three way mind control orgasmic life changing spiral down into my realm of absolute sexual experience.

To help you foreign men and women align your goals and needs and hungers with my requirements, I will present a few of the basics that need to be met before I take you seriously.

1. Honesty, in commitment, who you are, why you are doing this, and what you see in me as superior. You are “trying out” for an elite group of men and women who seek the greatest level of state of the art mind control and dominance by a woman who honestly makes other dommes on the Internet (save a few) look beastly.
2. Servitude. You must be willing to either be your submissive self, or allow me to fully turn you into one who is filled with humble recognition, and drawn to serve me.
3. Respect. While I do not expect you all to never question my movements or commands, for the curious mind sometimes needs things explained, I do not enjoy being “tested” by Servants. It is “bullshitting”. I have no time for that. While you look at it as a great way to get my attention for a few hours, I look at it as energy wasted on a thankless jerk.
4. Photo stealers. Do not ask me for photos or other media not on my site. I am far too savvy to fall for people who want to steal my images.
5. Jerk off Kings. Regardless of your language and foreign tricks, I am very aware of all your tricks to keep a woman of my beauty on line or on the phone. No, I will not pretend that I do not know you’re just “chatting up a stacked chick” so you can blow your load. I am here for a superior experience, a life changing event in my Servants, for the earned pleasure of owning your mind and soul, and to gain power from you. Sincerely and with massive authority – Fuck Off.
6. Money. Look at me. I could have a dozen multi millionaires in New York shelling out a half million a year in gifts if I wanted to be around these egotistical pigs who have not learned to surrender to female authority. And even with those who can surrender thusly, my taste is for many, not just a few millionaires. My realm will spread like a religion, not a call girl phone book. But I do have extremely expensive tastes. To fill out a $2,000 dress with my incredible breasts and stunning Goddess ass is something I have advanced to enjoy. Yes, I will truly appreciate any decent gift sent to me, down to $35.00 Victoria Secret gifts. But, I need my special domination dress, toys, and the other high ticket items that my life enjoys. While you may not be able to spend that much on a dress, I cannot spend time with a cheapskate unwilling to change his life enough to include me in it. I have Servants incredibly pleased by the decision to give me $300-600 of their quite normal middles class paycheck in return for how greatly I have changed their lives. They finally embrace and enjoy their fetishes on a whole new realm of reality. No one else could bring that to them. I have transformed them. Considering that it is nearly impossible for a person to change, really, the work I do on them is no less than a Goddess of mythology is able to control in this universe. If you are a foreign man or woman, know that my time costs money. How much? That is always personal. But start with my Inductions, let them start to transform you, and you will find greater tributes to me in the future seem like the deal of a lifetime. That is an understatement.
7. Travel. I am asked to travel far more than I could possible allow. Many times I take my laptop on the trip and sign on to keep in touch with my followers on the site, so few of you know when I do travel to see a worthy enslaved soul. I do not let this interfere with my dedication to whomever I am visiting. How did they get so lucky? First class travel and hotel is a start. Money paid for my time will surely be a thousand dollars a day, for your sessions with me will be potent, the type that would take weeks to survive if you lived near me. I will take you many levels up into my realm of control and pleasure in return. The most frequent Saphirists who see me regularly go far beyond that in expenses, some of them simply giving me a credit card, or an envelope of money in a tasteful way that is not my pay, it’s just funny money to spend on clothes. You do not need to be a millionaire or compete dollar for dollar with these men and women, but, if you expect me to visit you, then you must balance their money with something else of higher value. We will discuss this personally as each Saphireists hopeful is unique.

This should give you some idea as to what to expect if you wish me to take special interest in you. Travel is wonderful, and I expect to spend more time soon in the air and in dungeons I create from your locations.

It’s wonderful being a Woman of Authority.

Cumming Up Aces!!!

He could feel the heat steaming off my breasts, from between my legs, the excitement pushing my heart to beat faster and faster, my need to push my luck to take more and more. I was so wet for more I couldn’t stop … that’s when he put his cards on the table. He surrendered, surrendered $1,000 for chips, chips I was using to win on the tables at the casino in Foxwood. The dealer had trouble hiding his hard on, the amusement building when the pit boss gave him his mandatory break because I was winning too much. The truth is, he had been listening to my seemingly innocent dialog … secretly my hypnotic control, primarily directed toward the oh-so-generous new Socialite that paid for a few nights in the luxury suite. It was later comp-ed because I was instantly a high-roller. While I could not fully control the dealer in such a busy place, I could get him careless and high by breathing deep enough to force my full breasts against my bra, spilling them out of my top as I leaned over. And yes, it does get me wet and hot to control so many men in such a small area – a card table. Playing Poker. Oh, they think they have poker faces. And they do. To the degree other players absorbed in the game can handle. But, an hour listening to me, watching me, their desire growing greater the more they try to fight it. A Goddess of my mental powers knows exactly how to feather in my control amid seemingly innocent, slightly erotic stories. They hunger for my acceptance, hunger for a moment with me. Their mind listening so, so closely for any hint of a chance in private with me.

But I was with THE high roller of the moment. He had been introduced to me through a faithful Servant who shall remain anonymous. What I WILL tell you is that this Servant shall get what I promised him if he made introductions to wealthy socialites I know. This Servant will receive several intense, mind blowing erotic hypnotic private sessions with me, each one increasing what he can handle, increase his understanding of how far beyond human limits I can take his mind.

The entire few days followed my expectations perfectly. And why wouldn’t they? I am a woman of authority .I had been so busy that I had not indulged in splurges and danger for a while. Dangerous not to me, to the one that gets that much time with me, for the effects on his mind will never disappear. No, in fact, they will grow with time like a vine, taking over his desires and needs. His need to please me grows, as will my focus on giving him more than he can fathom in sexual fulfillment. Hmmm, should I give you a glimpse? Put you in the spectator seat next to us, to me and my obedient Socialite? Can you handle it? Not with visuals, I’m sure, but while I’m describing it, imagine if you can …

You walked into the casino, feeling surely you are a winner, and with that comes ideas of dominating the tables, other men, and a building sexual energy as a by product of your anxiousness and addiction. Your eyes spot a gorgeous head of hair atop shoulders and cascading down the back of a perfect narrow waist. As I shift in my seat and show the shape of an ass that belongs in lingerie posters, you pray that the seat at the table remains open. I can see your hard on and watch your eyes as you approach, even though my attention is on the cards, and on the Socialite to my left. The Socialite with the tower of chips in front of him. Minutes later, you’re breaking out in a sweat and blaming it on the higher stakes play. You’re betting over your comfort level to impress me. Because when you do, my words seem to filter into your ears precisely when my nipples seemed strained by my clothes. I need your energy, I need your foolish betting to take the player attention to low levels of intelligence. The whiff of my cologne as my warm skin forces to drift to you begins the multi-sense control I have over you. I do get sexually aroused beating men in cards as much as I enjoy beating them in my dungeon. My sexual pheromones spread, making you light headed with need to cum, and CUM you do … drizzling in your pants. You won’t notice it amid the playing, but you will later, when you lament over your empty wallet.

But you are just the side show. Oh, how you wish you could change places with My Socialite Servant. I can’t say much about him, except to say that he has disposable money, an open Servant mind, and a growing need to please me. In return? Far more than the many thousands he spent. I did not have to use mind control for him to state that this is the best money he has spent in years. Yes, he’s a rather new Servant. Which makes this even more erotically charged for me. Oh, if you could imagine 16 hours in my presence, with no escape from my deepening control – but you cannot. In fact, he cannot, for I have taken over so much of his mind with sexual rewards that he cannot remember clearly. It’s all a fog of sexual highs amid me sapping his energy, money, and core.

It started in the limousine ride to the Casino. You, in spirit were in there with me, for I could feel future energy surrounding me. My website popularity is expanding exponentially, and the sexual energy sent to me is no different than the rays of the sun powering up life, creating energy from nothing more than unavoidable human reaction to a source of power. You are there, like a Tsunami of power yet to reach the shore. And as we are yet to reach the casino … After settling in, I took control of the pace of dialog. It wasn’t difficult. You can see the diamond, the sparkling diamond hanging between my breasts. The one that I toyed with, rolling it against my full breasts with my red fingernails…stroking it in my cleavage innocently as your eyes glassed over. You surrender to the light headedness. The miles fly past … a tunnel vision moves from my soft chest, soft enough to smother you and at least your mind now … up to my lips as my fingernails lead you there, my words leaving my spirit with so much power now they delve deeper into your mind. My eyes become the eternity of space you fall into. As I see your erection grow, I tease it when I lift my leg, barely draping the perfect pussy you can only imagine rocking beneath me. I know the power that the release of my pheromones have on you, and the rocking pushes my powers out my lower lips now, to wrap around your mind and drag it down to my knees, where it would be better able to deliver more pleasure to me. The wet spot on your pants from your dripping surrender amuse me, for you are unaware of it. As we get out of the taxi, your blazer shades it just enough, but the dripping has only just begun.

Brushing my ass against your semi hard cock as we bump others on our way to the Reception desk overloads your mind. Oh how you wish you could enter this way, but no, as your Goddess, you know your night will be spent under me. In all ways. The Reception knows you well, and has reserved the best suite available. Four rooms, the bathroom alone bigger than most bedrooms. Fine champagne, flowers, appetizers, bubble bath – ah, yes, this is MY suite, for yours adjoins in the side door. Tonight, after hours of sleeping at my feet, I will allow you the pleasure of a face sitting before you stagger to your own bed in the near room, your mind too vacant to think for yourself, too full of sexual satisfaction to remember who you are. This was more than what you begged for – simple erotic sex toy programming for Goddess. But then, how could you know the limits behind imagination until you experience them.

Despite the wondrous room, we came here to gamble. Gamble your money as my money. I command you to your knees before me. My sexy leather panties surprise you, as I command you to stare at the greatest gift to all men. Yes, you can feel my pleasure emitted from me, between my legs glistening with the lust that only comes to me through having power over you. Triggers, deep, erotic triggers that you cannot escape drain your awareness. How and when did the strap on get there? The biggest, sexiest strap on you have ever seen? I command you to surrender to its symbolism, but refuse to use it on you. As my hands massage breasts that you crave to feel, as your cock, that is now my controlled cock spurts out cum without full orgasm because you are so turned on, bobs over the carpet, you begin to see how weak you are before my perfection. I must admit, the desire to orgasm grows to perverse levels in me, an orgasm that would be released with hours of delivering erotic pain and mind control. But, as I said, we came to gamble, and all this is merely a way to increase my energy and luck. After 20 minutes of pushing you so deep that you cannot possibly escape my commands and manipulations of your body, we go downstairs.

Poker is my game, because there is a weakness in all men that I can exploit to win. You come along at my side, seeming to be in charge. But you are merely a puppet. We sit, and you ask for $5,000 in chips from your casino account. Sizing up the men at the table is easy – weak, needing of my dominance. In most cases, confidence is all it takes to make “luck.” In fact, in less than an hour, a desire to lose to me builds with the erections I cause. But, again, you are the side show. The real show of power is over my Socialite. My luck, and his skill, take over the table. The more he gives me money to win, the deeper he goes, the more he is aroused. His need, his hunger to finish today’s tease of my power over him is replacing every thought in his otherwise emptying mind.

Hand after hand, my winning becomes more lucrative. I can feel my most tender places fill with blood, pulsing, throbbing to be satisfied with more control, ultimately ending in a full body shaking release as this explodes out of me. My nipples, so sensitive after hours of using them to take over your minds … forcing them to rub against my tight top. I watch your eyes as they see my hand stroke my cleavage … not-so-innocently mashing my breasts when I fake surprise. With each losing hand, I am building your arousal, and taking over your mind with my seemingly meaningless dialog. Mmmm, this could only get hotter if I had a whip in my hand, beating your ass in a physical sense … the whip rubbing my thigh. Mmm, if you knew how sexually fulfilling it was to let the handle rest between my thighs, against my panties, when I am resting after whipping you to painful release. This enters my mind, increasing my sexual power over all the men in my area.

Winning one thousand is a surprise … winning it over and over with no worry of losing? That is orgasmic. That is almost as good as watching you swallow my strap on, I whisper into your ear as you let me take your winnings too. And call out another $5,000 from the pit to keep this everlasting. As I drain the men at the table of cum and money, the pit boss sends over experts to see how I am cheating. I am stealing them blind, and blindly stealing the wills of all these men. But in fact, they will leave the winner, for I will have planted in their subconscious a memory or eroticism that is so intense it shall haunt them until they see me again, and it doubles. One of them might be lucky enough to become my money slave for another day. For now, I have built up so much sexual power from winning and dominating that I want to exercise it.

It take my Socialite up to the room. He showers to make himself clean enough to be my sex slave, and kneels in a servant position while I take my bubble bath. He gets the pleasure of licking my toes as they lift out of the water. My breasts are hidden under water. When I see his eyes unable to resist gazing at them, I force him to place his hard cock on the marble footstool, and, not even leaving the bath, I whip it with the wet washrag. I whip it between massaging my breasts with it, so that the trigger that desire, perfection, and pain are all bound together in his mind. Though he craves to see me rise from the water naked, I blindfold him, and only let the bubbles touch his tongue as he sits like a dog obediently serving for my amusement.

Ah, but the sexual power is not yet released. I use my cock and balls restraint to drag him to the bedside. There, my wet lips need pleasing. I bury those lips behind a mountain of $500 poker chips, and demand that he use his tongue to push past the chips to please me. His cock aches so hard that it is a mindless command to follow. But moments before he reaches his desire, I put on the strap on again. He must suck it with such enthusiasm that I get as many orgasms as I wish. To help him, I turn on the vibrator, but it must be moved and forced just right on the inner end of the strap on to make me hit the jackpot. Ahh, yes, he has been trained well by my Princesses in the arts or oral pleasure. And he is lucky enough to enjoy this service. But one orgasm from it is only a teaser. For now, you can feel the pleasure of my strap on, and I force into his mind the reality that I am shooting huge cumloads of total control over him … shooting them into his mouth, where they will fill his soul and mind with triggers and submission.

A suite this grand has countless places to position yourself to take my dominance. The thought of winning another bankroll keeps me motivated as I have orgasm after orgasm. And, this is what you want, isn’t it? To make my mind equate your service with my pleasure, my rewards, my sexual highs? Yes, of course it is, my enslaved sexual toy.

I won’t give you more details … re telling this has made me quite hot and eager to release my tension on a good little boy slave that comes by weekly to learn the ways of submission.

Save up your bonus, cash out your IRA. The future may end far before your worries of an economic collapse come true. But, a weekend serving your Goddess could be just a deep surrender away . Hmm, now, where did I put that leather bustier and my highest heels?

Valentines Day Entry Winner

Why did this one win? First he's learned humility. He begins by thanking me for an opportunity most of you asswipes havn't learned I have little interest in yet. As he notes, I don't really care what pleases you... I don't have to.

But even better, he's learned to find even more satisfaction in serving my needs, than gains in gratifying his self. He has discovered a world beyond his cock, and that world is the unending world of lust I create.

this is a man who came to me as an asswipe and learned how to be more, and offer satisfaction to me, rather than find an outlet for his meager orgasm.

So happy Valentine's Day to him this year, I am pleased someone earned that much from me. This asswipe has earned a pvt cam induction followed by several of my new seductive pics(and it's only getting hotter) and a copy of my hypnotic seduction video which will be available to others shortly.

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Goddess, like all your other loyal servants I thank you for this rare opportunity. In the years I have served you, this is the first chance I can recall, that I’ve not only gone without punishment for telling you my ideal of how it should be, but encouraged to speak up as well.

We both know I was an asswipe before your guidance. I was simply after my own gratification and indulgences at the expense of a beautiful woman of your caliber. But you taught me better, that one that can have anything she desires would not settle for the sweaty, grunting thrusts of a man only concerned with his own explosion. That one, who wishes to be in your presence and experience pleasure with you, must first earn his way.

That is the way of life, nothing spectacular ever just happens. For something to be cherished it must be earned.

But you also taught me to appreciate the struggle. Years ago I think this letter I write now would be littered with pointless and short term penetrations. But instead my ideal session continues the more subtle aspects of obedience as pleasure you have taught me.

You deny me. You withhold my release. And in such ways my pleasure is extended, not for the 20 minutes most men experience, but for days, months… mind boggling amounts of time. I pity lesser men who never learn to appreciate this struggle.

But my ideal session now doesn’t promote me to gratification, but instead to greater levels of denial. Hands bound behind me and head fixed in position as you taunt my eager body, begging for a touch that never comes. Forcing me to please your orally and taste you with no return for me.

Even greater depths of sustained pleasure as you indulge in other men before my eyes. All of them hell bent on bringing you to orgasm. And yet my desire is never quenched through orgasms, as their’s is. But instead I am to be your hygiene tool, simultaneously repulsed as I slurp away their semen from you, but also just grateful for at least that bit of contact with your beauty.

My ultimate session is about the new sensibilities you have instilled in me. Pleasing you, extending my own excitement beyond the fornication, and treasuring each subtle opportunity to be a part of your eroticism.

-Asswipe

Pavlovian Response– WHY I DEMAND IT!

I was born with one destiny -- to reign as a Goddess. It comes with a cost, damn it, one that I will not allow anyone to slight or ignore. You seek a woman, no correction, a fucking gorgeous woman of true power, authority, sadism, and erotic control. You find her? You show your gratitude and worth by your service and obedience – and that’s not a part time role! It’s a life goal! There is no such thing as “some obedience” or “some adoration.”

I devote my entire life to the evolution into a Goddess and master of erotic mind control that has no equal. All the worthless pretty games my girlfriends play with its fake approval and adoration were given up for a greater reason, but the hounds of hell will be unleashed upon you if you think this is role playing and part time servitude. For every one of you lucky enough to be chosen, lucky enough for me to see a grain of possible value, there are a dozen replacements I simply do not have the time to inspect. I shall give you all a lesson here, based on what I put Bitch Boy through – LUCKY Bitch Boy, because the alternative would be to drop him completely without a single look back. And that is torment that none of you want … to be ignored. If he was seeking punishment, then punishment comes through process that YOUR GODDESS chooses.

Okay, Pavlovian, a quick but vital study. Pavlov trained his dog to salivate on commands (subliminal ones.) This proved that invincible and absolute control lies more in the subconscious and deeper animal origins/evolution of our brains. I use this as a valuable means to an end – total control of you, total reshaping of you to something of value to me, total serving of pleasure to me, and as a by-product … unimaginable erotic experience of your fetishes.

I PUT YOU THROUGH HELL FOR A DAMN REASON (aside from the fact that it gives me pleasure – bitch!)

I’m going to explain here what happens when one of you bitches fails to live up to YOUR end of serving me!

BITCHBOY should know better, and surely knows what was at stake – humiliation at first, and losing me completely if it continued. His role is to rigidly obey and serve me – rigidly! You are my bitchboy! What do you not understand, Bitchboy? You are instructed (and I thought trained enough) to leave your cell phone on at all times so that when my Goddess instincts tell me you need control, I give it! I am not fond of messages (that is a monumental understatement.) This Servant had been told that when I text him my Pavlovian message “SNAP” that he must respond to me in text or otherwise immediately without thought or hesitation (5 minutes being the limit, which should really never even be approached, it’s more due to delays in some text messaging systems than it is my being forgiving – WHICH I AM NOT.)

I sent two SNAP messages, which should have been a clue that I mean business today. He responded twice, as trained. He was working out that the gym “to impress me more.” A rock hard body impresses this Goddess when it is all for my abuse, but, fails to do so when obedience is sacrificed. The third time he does not respond. I told him once the consequences: humiliation. So quickly he forgets. On the third time, I got no response, and so, being so moved, and not wanting to ever curb my devious greed for control over souls and minds, I called him. Yes, that Bitchboy was lucky enough to get my VOICE. He mentioned he was sorry, that he was spotting a friend in weight lifting and could not respond quickly enough. “Oh?! So you spot a stranger that couldn’t give a shit about your cravings, goals, and need for my total control to be content in life instead of obeying your Goddess?!” He promised it would not happen again.

I waited a moment, then tried a fourth time and this servant failed me again! I had warned him that I do not need to be in his presence to convulse him with horror and humiliation. I had already slyly asked for the number at the gym, “Just in case I ever need to reach you and your cell is broken.”

Now, pay attention, Servants, for fear was barely peeking out from my hell gates on this moment, and I promise you I will carry this even further with you all if you do not obey my training …

I hung up the phone, and he sent another excuse apologizing. I called him back, on his cell phone, and reminded him that I was a woman of my word. With my other phone, I called his gym and got one of the staff members, Mike, on the phone. I placed Mike on speaker phone so Bitchboy could hear me ask him questions via the cell connection I now had with him. I knew that Bitchboy was probably looking right at Mike from across the room. I could feel Bitchboy squirming … the horror rising …

I told Mike I was looking for a customer of his that answers to “Saphire’s Male Slut” and wanted him to page him over the speakers. I heard a groan of fear from Bitchboy but was too tickled with evil to even hear his pleading. Mike could not believe his ears, and asked me to repeat it. So, slower, with emphasis, I repeated “ I am looking for a customer of yours who will obediently answer to the name of Goddess Saphire’s Male Slut.” Mike replied he understood what I was asking, which led me to believe that Mike is very familiar with bdsm lifestyle, as are so many muscle heads and “strong” macho males. But, he said he could not do that. With my Bitchboy listening and watching, I asked Mike if it would be easier if I just gave him my Slut’s real name? I put Mike on Mute, and proceeded to tell Bitchboy …

“How’s that? Are you sweating now? He remained silent and then uttered with profuse emotion – no wait … I need to break her to tell you just how arousing it was for me to have my Bitchboy literally sweating, his mind confused with fear and devotion to me – I had him by the mental balls and was squeezing him until they would nearly burst and that feels so damn good for this Goddess … whew, anyway, where was I?

Bitchboy replied, “Why are you doing this?” “Did you doubt your Goddess’s word means more than your word to obey and answer? Did you doubt I would not call?” My most wicked laugh – not forced or fake – rang over the line, penetrating his mind as if I had driven my strap on up his ass until his mind exploded in humiliation. I removed Mike from Mute and told him I’ll reach my Slut on his cell phone. Then I returned to Bitchboy and said flatly amid my arousal, “We’re going to meet our 5-minute deadline when I SNAP, aren’t we?” Then I hung up.

He is not aware that his pain, pain he suffered serving me, has ALMOST earned him a visit from me. I won’t tell him when. This is training, Bitchboy! If I visit you, or invite you, and your thoughts are not right, your body does not respond, the pain I inflict on you before rejecting you forever will be beyond your threshold and below my needs! Get your lame ass idea of obedience and servitude in order!

He called after the incident. He texted me. Apologizing repeatedly. Then I SNAPPED one last time. (Yes, it does also work with a snap of the finger if you SURRENDER to my total training and let your Goddess fulfill her destiny in controlling your body and mind.) I SNAPPED that last time just for the hell of it, for my fun. Whew, it’s time’s like this that make my casual moments in my lifestyle – casual in between real time pain giving – a joy.

Warning: I am a woman of my word! I will call your work, I will call your parents, I will call in the middle of your damn Vanilla wedding to that pig and love every second of destroying your reality … and it is all your blame. I am a Goddess who keeps my word. You keep yours! OBEY! SERVE! PLEASE!

And, think of this, Servants … if your feeble minds can … Imagine the overwhelming pleasure you will feel when you serve me, when you remember it is ALL ABOUT ME, NOT YOU … and I shall program you in the deepest Pavlovian limits, so that when I SNAP my finger, maybe I will just give you the most complete experience of your favorite fetish leading to an orgasm that leaves you nearly insane with fulfillment.

I do what I do for ME, not you, yet, what I give you is the greatest gift of your existence. Don’t you forget it!

Devilish....Dominating....Delightful....

I warned him not because I cared how his obsession would tear his mind apart in 24 hours, but because it makes it so much more fun to watch my Cumslut gorge on his erotic cravings – poisonous erotic cravings, that is. It’s like watching someone racing through rose bushes to get to what they’re addicted to – each drop of blood like a drop of the erotic addiction I let him lap up.

Cumslut, addicted to my programming and rituals, had been listening to my Servant Training for a month. After surprising him with what seemed like nearly innocent gifts of photographs or animated gifs, he couldn’t understand why he awakens every hour with a raging hard on and a hundred images of his Goddess flashing across his eyelids as he tries to sleep. So at 5:30, he’s up and on line, needing another fix of my beauty for the cock I now control. I acted surprised to see him, but, he was right on cue.

A week before, he was obedient and purchases all the devices I use to consume more of his mind and gain total control of his body and desires – the device this morning was his blow up doll – I mean, his lifelike substitute for the touch of his Goddess. He laughed when I told him to buy it, and he asked if I did this just to make fun of him. Hah! If he only knew then how dangerous it was to take this step – dangerous for his ability to ever stop obsessing about me, that is. His mind isn’t lobotomized, though at times I can now push it to that … his mind is simply whatever lust and erotic fulfillment I put into it – second of course to serving me.

Back to this morning. There he was on webcam, eyes still burning from watching my servant script only 5 hours before. He expected maybe a new picture to lose himself in, but, this was the morning. I had him blow up ME (let’s call her Pretty Poison for now.)

Pretty Poison (Poison) is a higher end doll, with latex breasts that feel quite real, nipples that are just erect enough on the mouth, and very nicely textured pussy and asshole ports. His mind was open from the Script still. He had the Hershey’s chocolate I expected him to be saving for me. He was enough in my control already just seeing my chat type and my picture of the green eyes glaring at him so that he was not hesitant or awkward when I told him to place Poison on his chair, and to kneel alongside. To make the taste totally indulgent, I had him drizzle the chocolate generously over the breasts, down the stomach, to the pleasure center. Now, this is doubly devious, as he’s about to find out later, when he orders chocolate. And who doesn’t order chocolate every few days – in drinks, desserts, at movies? The mere smell of it is enough to take him back to the total control I had over him with erotic geysers blowing inside him. But, back to the event – and it was a delightful main event for me. You see, for me to watch a man who was totally independent and dominant now helpless under my control, and to watch my Poison plant in his body and mind seeds of totally deviant lust at my command – it’s a Popcorn moment.

There are three purposes to this training: one is to gain more total control over him, two is to plant a truly foreign deviant fetish that only I can trigger, and three is to strengthen his tongue and make sure his tongue technique on breasts and lower lips is A+ form.

I must say, my Cumslut has listened to his women enough to have a B grade maybe from me. I watched his first approach to Poison – unsure where to feel and hold. But soon, as my mind control worked on him, and the rapture of my hypnosis turning Poison into me in his mind – well let’s say that he was literally slick with a sweat he put so much effort into getting those plastic nipples to almost cause an orgasm…and in an artificial substitute, that’s not bad. But, he can still improve. He spent a good 25 minutes licking the chocolate off her breasts … and his mind knew no difference. I could see glimpses of his cock, rock hard and dripping, as his tongue worked those breasts. He has the greatest craving and fetish fixation with my perfect breasts that I use to torment and reward him, depending on my whim. Today he was delirious with lust as his mind became totally enveloped in my hypnotic control. You really should have seen him … totally lost in the passion to suck and stimulate my breasts to the point that I will let him serve me in the flesh – actually in his state of mind, he’s pure sex organ at my command, begging me for more. I sent a few commands, instructions on better tongue play, that deepened my control over him. I must say, his performance tickled my demonic side to the point that it warmed an otherwise colder wet morning. He did not rush through his travel down the stomach. And when he got to the lower lips, he followed my commands and did not enter the port hole until his mouth and tongue had worked all the lip and thigh area for an hour. He was unaware due to his lust how hard he was pushing his tongue. This is a short training. In two weeks, I’ll have him able to roll a bowling ball up a plant with that tongue.

His face became red with passion and desire. His moans were turning into grunts of pure cum production. This was the first session, and by the time I inject his mind with the dozens of commands and subliminal addictions I have planned, he’ll be unable to think of anything but dripping cum and licking Poison up and down for hours. If he ever is blessed with my presence, he may get a chance to prove that all my training was worth it to me.

Now, this is just stage one and two. Stage three he would find during the day. You see, my hypnotic deviant control is so layered and sophisticated, that I knew what would happen, he’s begin craving what his subconscious kept replaying in his mind. I ordered him not to touch himself AT ALL for the entire day. This would drive him mad, but also, when not allowed to stroke or openly lust, his mind will then throw him into some of his deepest mind controlled trance states. I know he had to drive, and have already trained him how to drive in a trance. Sure enough, the text messages started coming in, telling me how is mind was erased and replaced with total adoration, addiction, and desire to serve me. And this is only the beginning. Through the weeks, the training he will be put through with Poison will happen in both his waking world and sleeping world. His other fetishes for dream control and being a slave to someone special I have with me in my power realm will rise to a new hellishly intense sexual explosion in him … nonstop cum production day and night, with obedience for more of my control. If he’s lucky, and obedient, he’ll get morsels I throw him like a dog … I am molding him for something greater. Actually, a few separate identities for him I am creating, that will serve me best, and fill his world with more sexual highs than he ever imagined possible. That sort of control is my delight, and his craving.

Now I’m going to push a few subliminals in his mind to make his night a roller coaster of craving and dripping cum production that I now command to flow in his body – all with Poison towering over him, demanding more, more, and even more.

IDLE HANDS – WORK OF THE DEVIL!

While your Goddess’ hands are never idle (there is always a whip to be picked up and a slave to be picked on in my realm) and she hardly needs a reason to be devilish … I, yes, your Goddess, do enjoy the idle time my painfully long nails take to be perfectly manicured (we’ll talk about my toes another blog, when I sense I have a drooling audience.) The manicure this week should have had ribbons tied around them. Yes, it was birthday time for Goddess Saphire. One wonderful thing about being a goddess with all the blessings of hell at her calling is birthdays offer the bounties not only of those who love me, but those who are in awe and intimidated by my presence – as well they should be at times.

You Servants, Cumsluts, Bitch Boys, and variations of demons of lust that I create did well this year (always can do BETTER!) Used to seeing me in lingerie? Your heart would have exploded with lust if you had seen the dresses I wore on my celebration nights. Having a figure that a designer would sell his soul for (and some have, trust me) does make it easy to find me wonderful clothing, jewels, and pampering.

I want to thank ….
Saphires #1 Puppy/Chameleon-For My New Skype Phone-Surprise Surprise...
Saphires Lunatic- For My New Sony Handycam Camcorder
Saphires Lucipher-For my Large Lump Sum of Cash
Saphires Bitchboy-For my Large Lump Sum of Cash
Saphires Bitchboy 2-Carolina Herrera Dress....(To Die For)
Saphires BabyGirl1- For the Dolce Gabana Outfit
One of my Admirers-For my Jimmy Choo's
Sub Jonathan and Princess Jasmine for my rental limo (all night) My girls and I enjoyed it.
Sub Alex for my collection of candles.
Sub Jeremy For My Victoria Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood Gift Certificates....

And of course my r/t servants who manage to all add large lump sums of cash prior to walking out of my realm after their session last Tuesday.

The time I took off was supported before and after with intense dedication to providing you with an upcoming Fall that is unimaginably manipulative, forceful, perverting, addicting, and enslaving for my worshippers. What does this mean? This means that your Goddess not only excels in mind control and erotic fulfillment of those she ensnares, she masters the arts of the modern media age. While most posers settle for any old thing they borrow or steal, I must have the very best and most advanced cams, cameras, mics, and software. You deserve it because you serve me and I sure as HELL deserve the best!

It took weeks of testing and comparing information to acquire what I need. And more time to master using it to my mind controlling designs. All of this is rather amusing to me, because since this is the only way that most of you cater to me and view me, you think this is an amazing display of my powers. It is overwhelming to you. But it’s laughably dwarfed by the power you fall prey to when I am before you … when you are feeling the force of my gaze and words buckling your body into a kneeling position (your will is already shackled the moment you see my face.) But the electronics we have now capture more than enough of my power to condition you … train you … evolve and shape you. And of course, addict you to the pleasure of the control and pain only your Goddess can give you.

I must be confident that my image and voice come to you with at least that diluted purity.
For there is one day when the lucky ones among you do get summoned, or do get an unannounced visit.

In one week, I do what no other Goddess Domme has done – combine genius erotic mind control, unimaginable perfection, and NLP PROGRAMMING! For YOU – well, no, that’s not true, it’s FOR GODDESS … as all things I engage you in are ultimately FOR GODDESS. But … hehe (evil grin) you all, you lucky slaves, servants, and new hopefuls – you all are in for one hellacious journey as I follow my plans to fuse that into your mind and soul … a journey into surreal erotic surrender and mind blowing orgasmic enslavement -- with Goddess at the controls.

Even without NLP, the MP3’s that I have been working on are … well … MASTERPIECES of hypnotic enslavement and training. I had to trash weeks of work that were not up to your Goddess’ high standards. I remember that Michelangelo would smash any work with a hammer if it had a single flaw or mark that was not up to perfection. If you have not seen his work in Italy and Paris,, well … sorry. Because you know that undefeatable David of his – the one that he says captures that moment between conscious realization and conscious action? I was standing in front of it and the damnest thing happened. It suddenly got down on its knees and was David My Bitch! (Ha-Ha)

As you can see, my birthday, burying me with well-earned gifts, has brought out the wicked humor so – watch out! Don’t say I didn’t warn you! The Fall always brings out the darker instincts in me. I have you in my trap. I gave you warnings, I tested your faith and thresholds. Now your mind, body, and soul are ALLLLLL MINEEEEE!

You shall all experience the highest level of erotic mind control, discipline, surrender, training, and twisted pleasure the world makes possible through electronics. You know what I love about telling you this? Knowing that while you THINK that you get so much out of it (and you do!) what your GODDESS gets in return for subjecting you to her genius is a thousand times more potent with pleasure!

Death Warmed Over

Life after death. What’s the point? To justify the reasons why you do not experience what you desire? That’s how religion set it up. To keep the ignorant masses in line. The problem comes when they are no longer ignorant, or blinded by the fear of burning in Hell.

I know Hell. Yes, it’s a freak fest of sin, yes there is pain … but I see more pain inflicted by organized religion every day. And we fall for it by the millions, this fear of eternal damnation. Why do we have this? I’m talking about how civilizations create this idea of an afterlife to keep their citizens in line. During the Renaissance, Savanarola in Florence took religious sermons in a new and terrifying direction by injecting hour long descriptions of the pain a sinner suffers in Hell. His mission was two-fold. The wise Savanarola knew that his power in the Roman Catholic Church increased with every new convert. And, he knew that his coffers became fat. You see, Florence was party central. No one paid the previous meek sermons on loving Jesus and each other any notice. The citizens of Florence were too busy spending time and money on sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Well, orgies with lute music, anyway. Lorenzo the Great had gathered the greatest artists and thinkers in the world to form what was called The Platonic Academy. Each of the major religions from around the world had a few elements of value, and fusing the best messages with the clear thinking of Aristotle and the fundamentals in Plato’s Utopia. The genius of avoiding the traps and hypocrisy of Christianity, Judiasm, and Islam in order to live a life closer to God’s idea of a prosperous humanity was embraced. Savanarola had to think fast. He aided as the Church sent assassins to bump off some of the Academy. They scared Leonardo d’ Vinci into fleeing to France. Michelangelo went into hiding. And Savanarola became the darling of the church until power hunger made him uncontrollable, so the Church, in its usual way, made him a demon and had him burned at the stake.

Why this little rant on religion? One of my Servants? His father died. A week ago. I may be his Goddess, and he adores me and serves me, but, out of respect for his wise mind and long devotion and pushing to advance, I remained neutral, not wanting to capitalize on this situation if he needed time in the Vanilla world of his family to recover or at least adapt. I knew he was not adhering to any faith, but, death of a father or mother changes you. It simply does.

His wisdom and strength regarding the flux of life pleased me and bound him to me even closer. Without prompting, he realized that he could either dwell in misery based on ideas set forth in Christianity …. Or follow his more predominant feeling, which was a growing desire to open up to me and let me turn this moment into a period of accomplishment.

We had talked of what we do not believe in religion, so that was not an issue. He went straight for realizing that in this state, his portal to new experience or his orientation to new experience, I should say, was ripe for advancement. After he repeated his desire to take advantage of this moment, I focused my powers on his mind, will, and soul. There was nothing pitiful about him or his state, nothing fragile. He was more open, simply that.

Though quit taxed by a full day of inductions and new applications for slavery, I took hours entering his mind in various ways and on various levels of mind control and erotic hypnotism. I was not heavy handed, I was specific. I led him down staircases to different chambers in my realm of reality. His mind absorbed greatly. Hungrily. At each new experience, he adapted, and saw how much it advanced him in life. Not just past his grief, which he stated was eclipsed by my reasoning, but in his understanding of how much more deeply and intensely he will worship me and serve me. He knows by now that many of my trances are far more devious and far reaching than they seem. Through one trance, and a few dialogs, I planted seed after wicked seed, which immediately sprouted. He was enveloped in mind altering euphoria for hours each day while tending to the process of putting those we love into the ground.

I was extremely pleased when in critical moments in our induction/trance he was given the easy choice or the eternal choice, and he chose to go deeper, to experience more before his own death, with his Goddess guiding him where he is lost. Now, mind you, this is an extremely experienced, smart, and brave person, who does not need to ask others to lead him. But at the same time, he is smart enough to know when he needs a guide, and who is fit to guide him.

I am aware of the timing of this big step into my realm. This earns him appreciation for his sacrifices and personal experiences, which in turn inspire me to take the very best of my domination, mind control, and soul leeching and apply it to him.

You all search for a dominant woman or hypnotist expecting (and some even demanding) to be instantly effected, changed, or impressed. Okay, so you might be. But, here is someone who applies his own being and will, his faith, in the process of me guiding him. He is not a pushover. He draws the best out of me. Not by griping, but by focusing. By appreciating. By serving and being honest. In turn he advances, I take him places others cannot go. While he is not a “model submissive or slave” he is real, he is interesting, he is worth dominating and enslaving. He is worth all the pleasures of pain and addiction I command into his mind and soul. He reminds me why I devoted so many years to rising to the pinnacle of erotic mind control and BDSM lifestyle. While I shall always be superior to him and never let him challenge that role, I would stand beside him as a valued human being and surely a top level Servant some day, as he seems to be evolving toward a full understanding of what he sacrifices to transform into what I must make of him.

I understood he cried. And not for me. I understood he felt pain, and not at my hand. I understand that his mind was filled with thoughts that were not of me … for moments. But I also know he opened the floodgates of emotional control to me. For this, he will be rewarded with more intensive servitude, deeper erotic control and pleasures, unbearable sexual highs and addiction, entrance into my intoxicating realms, and orgasmic surrender as I devour his soul.

Inside My Nautilus Of Addiction

The design of the Nautilus presents the ideal for to expand pressure to limitless directions and levels without crushing what is inside. Last evening, one of my more obedient and useful Servants experienced the euphoria being the center of a Nautilus of Power, a la Goddess Saphire.

Only his conditioning for months allowed him to handle the event and what comes after, as you shall see. Of course, he had no idea really “what” I was doing beyond putting him into a trance. Only Goddess Saphire knew how the Nautilus would grow around the hypnotic eroticism planted within his mind, power chamber by power chamber.

The techniques I cannot fully disclose, for any one of you wise enough to recognize the immense gift I gave him might train yourself under my guidance to a level where you too can go through this. Still, I can describe what he went through.

I knew what would happen, but it is always mindblowing to read a good mindblowing – which he did explain in detail … the helpless state of his mind and level of addiction was so great he could not control sharing it with me.

This Servant had stood faithfully with me through training and tests – so I knew his position in his descent into my pleasure hell. He was smart enough to be honest with me, and stand by his reveals like a man slave should. Yes, he gets frightened of me and my power at times, but, he has proven he is not a waste of my time.

For months I had chipped away at what held him back, and who he thought he was and could become. I showed him the true nature of his most basic fantasies and weaknesses, and then took them to where really he wanted to go. All this time, he shared tidbits of what was most needed in him. He had subjected himself to several mp3 trainings, and pushed himself for me. I knew he was ready. His mind had learned to relax, feel safe despite my evil ways, and embrace what I forced him to admit about himself.

For months he had begged for several altered Servant roles or new self identities. Some of you might relate to, but if not, simply put your fetish in place of some of his. I won’t tell them all, for he is a wonderful Cumslut as it is … but of course you know he would like to evolve into a highest level Cumslut. What exactly is that? Among his many roles, he will have no control over his cock, I own it, and I will make it drip or shoot cum literally every minute of the day if I wish. Already he has hours of uncontrollable slow orgasms. But he needed to push himself, and let me pen the portal to the next higher levels. And last night did it.

My new microphone delivers closer to the full force of my voice in person. He commented on how much more powerful it was, despite the computer fan that he and you might hear. It actually makes him listen more attentively, and this is to his advantage, to not “casually” listen but to “actively” listen with his subconscious … make it yearn to hear and absorb.

He had earned the right to obsess over my latest pictures he paid generously for…and after a few hours of the pics leeching their addictive poisons into his mind, I surprised him with a phone call … on his computer, listened through headsets as he is told to always be prepared to do. (Notice how he has learned that through obeying, he is prepared for greater pleasure.)

The trance I had planned for him is pure evil genius. I knew I would start off just like casual conversation to him. Then, he was ripe. Bursting with cum production and obedient, open mindedness. I began my trance words. The fan was captivating him, and I had his full attention. Talk took him down …. Down so deep … down deeper than before because he had followed his Goddess’ orders and listened to my mp3’s chosen for him nightly. He even fell to sleep with it looped while he slept.

I could feel, with great delight, his mind opening to my perversions. To my power, to what made me wet with hunger …. To consume his will, and his soul, he must be taken down this stairwell to a special conditioning place in my dungeon. But this room held little pain – a lot of torment. As he would find out … and actually, as he is only now starting, as it will increase with each chamber of the Nautilus.

Soon I had him totally entranced … and presented one of his deepest desires and addictions. He was face to face with his two greatest cravings: me, and his fantasy. I so skillfully led him to his fantasy …. Knowing that it was consuming him. From his blind side, I began devouring the skin of his soul for his will was already firmly in my grasp. How does one devour a soul through words? By making his craving and weakness/fantasy so real and intense that he sheds his entire identity to enjoy it …with unbearable lust. This was where my pleasure truly lies, for it is no openly known or explained by me that this is what is going on. He will not know its full effect for days and I reinforce it with a short daily phone call … yet, I am pulverizing his entire identity with my mastery of erotic mind control. It is far too late for him to escape or turn around. His subconscious is addicted to the freedom I give to the creatures and identities inside him, that to this date were ignored or locked up.

As he listened in his trance, I let this seed grow. Then I lifted the surface of the trance but knew that everything we talked about would create another Nautilus chamber. I spoke with him instructing him or planting suggestions that I knew he had not one chance in hell of avoiding – and believe me, you are talking to someone who knows her way around Hell. After hanging up, his body would go through changes. His mind would continue being more fully encased in a fog that turns him into a zombie of pleasure. I could look hours into the future and see him so deeply enveloped in my webs … going deeper, helpless against the demons of sexual addiction I infused into him for months. But now, that night, last night, will be marked as a new Nautilus level, one that he will be aware of, and will get used to the increase in pressure as I take him a dozen levels deeper into his own Nautilus, one that is owned by me, His Goddess.

I woke at 6 a.m., fresh and free to do my Palates … and smirked knowing that, 3 hours behind me, at 3 am, he’s in the throes of lust. He confirmed this in the morning, or rather, at 4:30 in the morning when he was so much my sex zombie, addicted to craving more, that he wrote me, in awe and fear of how lost he was in my Wonderland. (Wonderland was one of his trainings and one you might be lucky enough to experience.)

I had given him what he begged for … from now on, I will own his mind at night as well as day. Last night was the deeper level in which he felt it. All night long, his deepest fantasies threw themselves in his mind and vision, so much he felt the interaction. He woke hard and wet every 5 or 15 minutes he tried to sleep. His mind was blanking out. His body was taking over. After a few hours, he felt nearly made with how much cum he had dripped, sucked out of him by the power of my trance. And this is just the beginning. He is lusting for me, my voice, even the distracting fan. Anything to increase this euphoria.

I will take him into one Nautilus level after another, increasing the pressure of my wilth his own needs, fantasies, and most of all, his worship of me and his realization that I am the Goddess he has waited his entire sexual life to meet and surrender to.

I shall keep you informed of his torment – oh yes, it is tormenting to feel the force of your own fantasies and weaknesses on the level I deliver them. He only bears it due to his training. Soon, the feeling of The Crush , the Nautilus Erotic Power, will stroke his cock as he shops, fog his mind while he talks, massage his legs as he sits, ring in his ears and flash across his eyelids as he tries to sleep.

I own him .. there is NO escape from my Nautilus of Erotic submission and Power now that he is several layers deep in it. And I love knowing his pleasure will bring me everything in obedience I desire.

Bleeding Hearts-Pffft

What I have lived through, and pushed to learn, the great pains I have gone through to become a highest level Goddess was kind of belittled by an “aggressive sub.” And I will not stand for it. Yes, I like my subs to exercise the true talents I possess, but not to the point of being counter productive to what brings energy to me. This is as real as lightning striking ground. My positive charge off of your negative submission makes me a lightning rod for dark wisdom, truth, body altering powers, and light my path to my dungeon of pain.

While most of the world deals in pipe dreams and fairy tail endings, my role follows more realistic predictions. Out of respect for the identity that I envisioned and now have become, I cannot wallow in the luxury of delusion, especially that which we call love. Ever far before love, the simpler act of infatuation is very hard for me to entertain, much less embrace.

Three facts make this a prerequisite to my accepting responsibility for the title and powers that I assume.


Almost all love, lust, and infatuation proves temporary.
Almost all love is sought out of weakness, or at least a feeling of incompleteness. What does not fall within this realm requires a leap of faith in the other person that they will not let down your trust/value – a leap far beyond most fantasy movies.
Excellence as well as genius are relative terms. True excellence or genius requires almost by definition that the person live a solitary life.

I am not weak. I am complete, quite complete. Most women fool themselves by following social norms to think they are not complete without a man. At this phase, my life is abundantly full of challenge, devotion, appreciation, and nurturing answers to the questions too many women yearn to hear. Good sex has been called the “penis fly trap” for women who would otherwise leave a loser man. That is clearly not something that could lure me to break from the type of life I live now.

However, I will admit, as any domme must if she is honest, that I have great respect for and put value in my submissive men and women. This value should not be mistaken by either side as an emotion akin to “love.’ The attention I bring to a submissive, the things I do to him or her, go so far beyond what they could hope to experience that I understand their minds, overwhelmed, grasp at any defined human condition to explain their reaction to me. I work with this handicap, if the submissive proves worthy of that time it takes. If they could comprehend the infinite patience I must press upon myself while dealing with subs, then maybe it would be easier for them to be patient and let unwanted or untrue emotions pass. Yet, emotions defy logic.

When a submissive falls in love with me, usually I straighten them out immediately. They cannot contaminate their role or learning curve with an element that does not belong, that I am irritated by. If a submissive has earned extra attention from me, I shall work with his mind until he understands. Mind control may be used, but, I only take subs of higher intelligence and prefer to deal with this malfunction on more than the hypnotic level. I can soothe his or her loss with hypnosis, but if they do not understand reasons in both realms, then, they rebel.

A sub can be an “aggressive sub” and try to fight this reality.

So what happens to aggressive subs? Most are discarded. I might toy with them if bored, but, always am aware of how close they come to the edge of the cliff I so gladly push them off. I relish in the cries I hear on their way down. Once the fall begins, it is not mine to end. The crash on the hard rocks is their bed now, lie in it, not in my chambers of torment. A very rare sub might receive the full attention of my mind in an attempt to help them understand the limits of what they plead for – which is love returned, or exclusive interest in them. They might act out defiantly either to prove themselves to me, or to convince me to change.

There is one truth in this world, and that it is constantly evolving. I shall evolve as it is my nature, and cannot say where or how I shall feel about love or other aspects in the future. But for now, for years ahead, I see that I love where I am and what I do. I am in awe of the level I have received. It nurtures almost all hungers that people try to feed through love. I have no place for love or falling in love, and little respect for how others act out in love. The very most I will do is cut someone off and let them contemplate the one thing worse than not having me love them, and that is to have a life devoid of me. I cut them off. Totally. I cannot help their type of doomed love. They must fix it themselves and come back and prove to me that they can relate to me without this unattainable element. If they do so, then they can continue receiving what it is that made them think they fell in love with me in the first place. And that is more than most liars feel in their supposed love in the Vanilla World.

I exist in my realm. I cannot imagine myself walking in the Vanilla World holding the hand of someone I love, and having that be a place of value alongside my real world. Their world is a fantasy. Goddess Saphire as you see her is the only reality there is.

The above picture shows what this man, who thinks there is glory to be had in being an a “aggressive sub”(strong) now has to admit. He may think that I greatly enjoyed his challenge or demands to fall in love with him. I put him through the grief of ignoring him until he learned what he had to learn. Now, we may continue. I adore you puppy..continue to learn from me. no one holds the spot you seek to have for yourself.

A word to you subs. I am witty and genius, I can play with my subs, but do not ask to inject the Vanilla concept of Love into my realm. That is for me to decide...

Evolving The Acceptable Cock

September 7th was deemed “Small Cock Day” and should have found an abundance of supporters among strong women; however, the occasion was only brought into forum by another Domme I respect. Her initial blog alerted me, amused me, and got my creative juices flowing.

Getting juices flowing – listen up, slaves, servants, and hopefuls – for this is the erotic state where you should be demanded to take all the women that you seduce into sex to, but your tools prove lacking. To build the decent “O” bring a solid, big tool! She pointed out in her blog that women can eliminate small cocks with enough selective breeding, so that women following us and those women of power dedicated enough can be assured of taking in a cock big enough to please us. It’s the difference between having to concentrate of where the cock is inside and hoping it can be directed to a place of pleasure, and being so filled with meats of hard pleasure that holding on for the orgasm of the century is our only concern.

Don’t lie to me, you are like all men. You want women to gasp at the mere sight of your hard cock. You want to hear her crying out in orgasmic bliss and later wonder if it was so big it was uncomfortable. How pathetic, that you reduce it to such, when our minds are so beyond that we prefer to entertain other thoughts. However, for YOUR BENEFIT your Goddess will pretend that your ego feeding is important to me at all. I do admit a world in which mens cocks would not make me chuckle in humiliating style is of value. I refuse to take any less than a size greater than what will please me.

Not that you will ever get the chance unless you are broken down and evolved by me to be worthy of pleasing me physically … (oh yes, I CAN increase your cock size, but refuse to most of the times due to the ego most men cannot live without once I do.)
Could you be one of the ultra rare ones that not only please me, but would stay with my training to enlarge your cock? If enough of you beg for it, I shall dedicated my powers of mind control, and combine it with what I know about the male body, and make this dream happen. Look for the Training in a month, but be forewarned, this takes time, advanced tributes as this takes more of my time on one slave, obedience, pain, and devotion to your Goddess – oh but the rewards!

So where was I? Ah yes, my respected Domme friend’s response.

Eliminating all men except those with large cocks.

What a wonderful proposition! Let us show the energy powerful, orgasm-loving (and deserving) women achieve when tempted with a plan to populate the planet with cocks big enough to stroke all our buttons. Taking it one step further might need me to round out my idea with some other facts condemning mini-cocks. Ultimately, any plan to evolve men into worthy cock bearing servants is worth our genius and time. Couple of problems with your scheme... it does keep small dicked men from reproducing, and let’s face it, who would want a small dick in them? But when we deal with genes, we have to isolate and identify the women who carry the lower standard as well. What determines penis size has little to do with genetics. Most of what determines penis size is how much blood the corpora cavernosa retains during erection. Baby-dicked men, don’t have enough blood.

This is a lot like building muscle, break down its cells and let it rebuild and it will hold more. This is why some who used to have little mustard cap cocks swear by penis pumps, because some males do achieve this destruction/rebuild cycle. If anything, the vacuum used with a retaining ring can achieve temporary results, and also provide much pain for the male (Why so many of them get little improvement, they refuse to hurt). However in the unaided penis, the more sincere factors determining size are other issues such as aerobic capacity and general vascular health.

Studies have found links between physical activity at puberty, health such as diabetes and blood pressure, and levels of testosterone before the first release all effect penis size.

In addition, proper hypnotic development, including brainwashing the young man into obsessing about the proper ways (jerking) to stroke his cock to increase size and lengthen. It also must deal with the tight tendon that anchors the hard on to the body will dramatically increase his size (as proven by men in areas where boys have 10 inch cocks on a normal basis.) All boys want a larger cock, and why the hell men refuse to teach this has only to do with the fears men have of religion and society turning sexual function off limits. Secretly, all men would brag to everyone they knew if their sons had 8 inch cocks by 16. Damn it, youíre slacking, fathers! Oh, but to say this is forbidden? Why? We tell girls to do breast exercises pre puberty, and they surely do not aid in orgasm or fertility ñ well, as visuals they might, but a cock is surely worth greater attention. Now, this can be done at later ages, but that is where the time, pain, and advanced hypnotism by a truly uncompromising Goddess come into play.

More constructively we need a woman dominated society where males are kept active pre-puberty and during, and prevented from getting off before they reach acceptable size, as well as fighting heart and vascular conditions, and preventing obesity.

I’m not saying this isn’t a wonderful plan in itself. But am just pointing out, penis size goes beyond the scope of eliminating a “tiny penis” gene.

I say don’t let them breed, because they are unworthy, of course… instead lets give them vasectomies and make them wear diapers. As you said, they have their places, as car washers, forced bi sexuality, financial contributors (A lot of bankers are great with money but tiny-dicked), and house maids.

Does the fact that I can transform a body that God make less than perfect convince you that I have been a portal to unimaginable dark powers including but far beyond hypnotism? Try me, I dare you … dare you to prove how much you need the cock that only exists in my realms of transformation. But … eh, if I am not amused enough by it, I’ll refuse my talents, and only accept “hung” slaves with absolute obedience.

Forever Changed

Those of you who were attentive yesterday may have noticed Your Goddess kept predominantly to herself. September 11th was a catastrophe I was thankful I was able to witness. To be worthy to reign, those in power must not look away from the painful, or the miserable … or the tragic truth. It steels my metal, hones my vision of the world, and those in it that deserve punishment, perhaps even far greater than what your Goddess can deliver.

I took my vantage place seconds before the second Tower collapsed. Being a Former Resident and Having viewed New York from my New location for the past 10 years, the twin collapse was like yanking the front teeth from the face of a dear friend. The blood that spewed formed the black clouds overhead. My mind heard the cries of those I dominate, for even my submissives felt dire pain over this loss as I did. And your Goddess let flow tears. Yes, your Goddess can cry, though tears are reserved for those who deserve them. The Innocents. Then the tears flow for anger, out of frustration. They stopped upon the secondary realization that “my country” cannot protect me or those deserving of protection any longer. This may have been a con ongoing for decades, but at this moment, I felt, and those around me felt, this overbearing truth.

Through the 24 hours I watched the news, as the identity of the terrorists became known, and scenes of Islamic adults and children rejoicing in the streets were shown on television, my sympathy was eclipsed with rage. Rage for the idiocy of organized religions. All of them. Well, no one hears a Buddhists starting wars, but, they’re guilty by default. But Judaism, Christianity, and Islam -- a more fucked up power-and-blood-hungry system of extortion could never be thought up by the Devil himself. No, this is the work of man. Believe any religion you wish, but believe it as it was truly intended. And trust your Goddess – the dogma of the Church, the hatred and murder ordered in the Koran, and the futility in Judaism were never the intention of a god if he existed, or his Messengers. Religion was hijacked and turned into a money making machine.

Religion is the single greatest threat to mankind, and the single greatest deterrent to true wisdom in the world.

I could spend this blog ranting about the need to remove any terrorists killing innocent children from the planet, regardless of religion or race. But I won’t. I shall do what a Goddess is designed to do… I transform the experience into a learning experience for my submissives, and a magnet for power for those who deserve it.

In a fair world, the power that siphoned off of the September 11 tragedy should be turned to poison when swallowed by politicians. For in their cases, they use it as a way to steer sympathy and trust for election. They do not truly share the grief of those who lost. How do I know? Because you cannot be furiously peddling the gears of elections and simultaneously stopping your world to absorb the full impact of such a loss. And I am not talking solely about the loss of lives. I am talking about the loss of beliefs. Children have beliefs that their daddy and mommy make the world safe, and that daddy and mommy come home, and that people around the world treasure life and compassion. Adults carry that child within them forever. 911 was a wake up for most of America. We are not safe. Daddy and Mommy Politics sold us out for votes and big fat lobbyist bank accounts in Switzerland. Mullahs in Islamic countries turn their mosques into dens of terrorism for reasons of money just the same.

World politics is transforming into a new beast, one that does not cherish life over power or finances. It shall grow to eat itself, out of its own greed.

The time for your Goddess was predestined. Only those such as myself see the true uprising. The world as we know it shall end. Those who understand power, and who deserve their thrones of power because they feel and explain the truth, shall rise from the ashes. Read closely the words on Your Goddess’ Bio … in her Blogs … in her training. I am not one of the posers, the fakes, the wannabe dommes or hypnotists playing around for a buck. Since birth, a portal opened for me. My mind and being became a vortex of wisdom and power, mostly dark powers. The life that innocent girls deserve was overtaken by the flow of energy into me. I could have delineated the power struggle behind 911 when I was 8 if it happened then. Power and the direction of men (who lead politics still, sadly) was known to me fully by age 12. When the key to using the awareness and power that came to me was revealed (hypnotism and mind control) I instantly understood my role. I am one who others will find TRUE FAITH in … the type that supports them in moments like 911, which will come upon society by the hundreds soon enough.

I do not want to turn this tragedy into a soap box upon which to stand to preach my ways and plans. I wish instead to let my mind and heart open up so that I can annually feel what was lost by those I shall never know. What I suggest to you is … remove the veils from your eyes. See that elected leaders and idols do not actually do the things that one should do to earn your respect. Among their many sins is – they demand to represent you and lead you, but never “SEE” you for what you are and what you need.

Your Goddess sees what you have waited for someone with true power to see in you. Do not take my word for it that I am qualified to lead you. Spend time with me, and your own mind will tell you this.

In place of the major religions that will destroy our world, religions based on a darker, more balanced and truthful order shall rise, in ones such as Your Goddess. I will not speak of a heaven or afterlife in which you get what you need, crave, and deserve. My eternity is here, now, and one to experience. My words honestly admit that my wisdom is fleshed out with the clarity withheld from organized religions and politics. As you sink deeper into my realm, you will begin to share the clarity that dark truths and true understanding of the weaknesses and fetishes of man present. You will embrace your place, and worship the one who brought you this safe place and mindset. The fulfillment, release, peace, and simplicity you find under my wing of pain and pleasure will be your church. And your Goddess shall fulfill the faith you place in her, many times over.

In The Trapping Mood

The eroticism of it all … of lifting my perfect, full breast by my hand to squeeze it into a bra that accents me enough to make men cum from twenty feet. The delight I take brushing my hand over my already-hardening nipple is so much greater than your desire to suck on it because of the power I feel. This mood has been building since dawn, when I awoke to a morning of self-discipline that few of you men could match. Two hours of Pilates, yoga, and lifting the chains attached to the balls of slave, followed by twenty minutes of whipping plays a small part in keeping my body perfect. Hmmm, maybe I should come out with my own exercise video, complete with mind control playing in the background. Not only would my followers be pushed to trim up more, they’d send me money for every inch and pound they lost. Hmm, I shall file that under “Cash Cow.”

Get on your knees and rest just an inch away as I pull my thigh high stocking up my silky legs. You’ve felt legs smooth as water before, but, have you felt them locked around your neck as I perform my Breath Play games on you? Already, the arousal I feel tingles my skin, adding the proper degree of lust to the heat that comes off the ultimate target of your desire.

A trip to the designer shops downtown sounds fruitful.

On a dreary day like today, my more evil side can surface in a flash … careful, my skirt could hide a ball-crushing trap that activates once you’ve fallen into my carefully set snares. Mmm, yes, that does excite me, remembering how since a young girl, I became aware of how much power passed from a man into me, a girl, once I got them dripping cum in their pants. While most girls looked away in disgust, I learned to milk it, with a bat of my eyes … a perfectly timed stretch … or a reach for that shirt on the top display that almost showed my panties. Sex with my prey was never on my mind, I was computing. Computing every situation, calculating every weakness of man, every escape they might take to avoid being under my control once I turned on them, weak from struggling in my snares.

Now look at me. Breasts heaving with every breath, lips shiny with gloss, lower lips hot with the friction of the chase of your will and lust. My body has learned the talents of erotic movement to the point that it would nearly kill you if I took you home. But you won’t be that lucky, or wish for that, for I will have stolen your mind by sucking on your sexual high long before we could get anyplace more private than, say, the passage to the dressing rooms. Oh yes, I have seen you so many times, pretending to buy that dress for your wife or girlfriend. Trying to meet me, to introduce yourself with a carefully rehearsed line turned into lust when you realized that you could see more of me through that slightly open drape. A half hour of this, while I mutter mind controlling mantras that barely drift over the background sounds, weakens you, places you firmly in my trap.

I pull the rope closed within ten sentences. Somehow, you feel that this shop isn’t fine enough for me. I deserve a more expensive shop down the row, where you credit cards have no limits. Dresses and shoes are mere trinkets compared to the pleasure I get knowing that with every dollar you spend, I reinforce your growing mindless addiction for my approval. Waiting just the right moment to respond to you with a word or snicker is a subtle way to program you to always strain for my approval.

You see, trapped prey, that today is not the day of my greater rewards. I simply set the trap and found you struggling in it. I may have trained you just enough to allow you to follow me to my dungeon for obedience training worthy of a slave, a cumslut, or a servant. That I shall enjoy without rush if you pass my tests. Your wallet will forever be open to me, but, think not of that. Think of what I am now, where I am now, what I want to do to you NOW.

I stand in front of a full length mirror in my dungeon, my reflection flanked by the tools of your pleasure and mine. Whips, stockades, cock ball torture devices, dildos – mere wall coverings that feed your fetish, for the one who shall evolve it is all that is important. Your Goddess … her high heels adding a commanding stature to her already commanding words and will. Her short skirt hiding something you will crave more every day. I check my hemline with the help of a riding crop. Mmm, yes, just low enough so your Goddess knows she is tasteful in her cock hardening leather. My breasts accented with the ribs of fabric that strain against them. My neck bare, urging you to cover it with a dazzling trinket – if you could be so lucky as to see me.

Oh, but you can see me, and see MORE of your Goddess, once you are on the path to servitude. This path of training – you’d wish to get to me right now, wouldn’t you? But you see, the path and trap are where half my fun, and half your training, shall be found. Walk behind me now, potential slave, obedient servant, and conditioned cumslut. Crave me, adore me, lick at my feet like a shadow, forever. An eternity of erotic control … imagine it … imagine being the focus of my power, the power held in this cum producing body … the genius held in this wicked mind … the strength held in these whipping hands …the heart – well, oops, there is no heart, sorry. But you will learn you do not wish it any other way.

What lies deeper in my traps? How does a night of a dozen wet dreams sound to you? Or perhaps, a night in my stockade, feeling me mind fuck you and simply fuck you until you hear me orgasm to complete exhaustion and satisfaction?

Beware your Goddess on dreary days, for her imagination on how to take you deeper into her traps, further into her punishing ways, wraps around her like a fog. And you won’t see her coming until she hits you!

IN MY VOID, ONLY I WILL HEAR YOU SCREAM

… with delight.

The warnings were there. Pay attention. First, repeated over and over, warnings that your Goddess Saphire simply is the most devious creature you’ve ever entangled. In my web pages … yes, warnings one after the other. Not that I feel any remorse or sympathy for you. It makes my game tighter, more sublime in rewards, to know that you were your own most wicked devil to continue coming closer to me. Those lucky enough to chat with me – how could you ensnare so willingly? Was my beauty blinding your survival skills? Those “fight or flight” skills that surely were yelling at you to run away before the darkness engulfed you? Such a pity that hundreds of generations before you, all the dominant genes that led to you rising in Darwinian triumph are now owned so thoroughly by your Goddess. Even the most talented minds with the most dominant lone wolf practices stepped directly where all my arrows pointed you to. The satisfaction I feel when I return my gaze in your direction and see you tugging in my trap … squirming in my web.

I replay the steps not only to torment you, but so that you ingest the hunger for appreciation of how euphoric you feel when your Goddess’ words, visuals, site – hell, Her fucking evil brilliant power to control you – envelopes you. When recently you felt the erotic high of turning to moldable putty for me, tomorrow your hunger and reaction for deeper control will be double.

Shall I lay out my signs? That in itself should be a warning to you to run. But ooooh, what’s the matter big boy? That cock I control via your brain and lust keeping your eyes from looking away? While I might laugh at that, there is little I appreciate more than your virgin brain, ready to be mindfucked by me, for as you lose power, mine increases exponentially. So now that you cannot stop reading, I shall remind you of the warning…

The fall bringing its darkness … fall meaning a fall from your own will, darkness being not only night, not only evil, but, the appearance of your Goddess. I was warning you not to look. Yet, back to the darkness, you followed so willingly. With hair to match my soul. Away with the blond, so delightfully a penetrating lure that men bite on it like a gaping-mouthed fish on my hook. Yanking you to where I gut your will and clean your mind, I had my summer fun. But back to black. It does fit me better, doesn’t it? Take a closer look … as I sink my claws and teeth into the flesh of your will.

You can’t quite put your finger on my look, can you. Hmmm, perhaps it is the building desire to put your finger on my silky skin that keeps you stroking your mind. So I shall help you and that finger picks up the poison of addiction from my mysterious origins.

I’m just an American girl (wicked moan of innocence.) But with Cuban and Italian roots … that was another warning, of the darkness of my roots. Each warning made the swallow of my new hair color carry the mind numbing powers of Black Tar. Heroin, brainless! Black goes best with my mind, But don’t go thinking I’m some ethnic chick. I may speak both Spanish and Italian fluently, but my culture is all Saphireism.

After an extended weekend away from my cherished Sahpireism, in the boring vanilla world, I’m so happy to return. Mundane birthday gatherings in clubs made for the masses, and weekends at pools around friends instead of adoring servants … it all gives me hunger for my pre-destined culture of my realm, a hunger to consume more of my own followers.

Away from the normal world, who among you is with me? Who wished to be on hands and knees before me offering full service? Who offers me better than the mediocrity of this world outside of Sahpireism? Outside of Saphireism, it is all about the lowest common denominator. In my wicked realm, my light is as dark as a blacklight in air until the beams of my eyes fall upon you. Then you glow like the prey you truly are inside.

Some of you have served me well in my absence. Purchasing required items, and devoting a spending account for your Goddess to use.

The rest of you took time away from me. That has me less than pleased. I want you all to tell me how you will repent and atone. But before you do … to make your will and entire sexual being salivate for my control, I shall leave you with today’s most enthralling game for me … a game that a rising servant enjoyed as reward for his putting the mind, will, and needs of his Goddess before his own. Study him – oh, I wish you could, but I value the privacy of all of you. Yet, imagine him if you will. A naturally dominant man, not in the posing way of yelling or simply dominating a woman or man in bed, but, a man who is unafraid of life, who imposes the force of his mind and body to protect or nurture those who deserve him. Yet, with me, I have slowly been conditioning him, taking my time. He was wise enough to realize my genius eclipsed his own, and he is quite brilliant, though a mental gnat under the flyswatter of my focused will if I would desire it. However, he amuses me, and works hard to earn moments of training from me.

While turning any singular man or woman into a full blown whore is a pleasure that you cannot truly comprehend on my level. However, to do so, with him, with others of you reading this that swear this could not happen to you … well, let’s say that you will crave wanting to inspire this reaction in me.

His addiction to my power grows, and the fact that his mind is diverse makes the level of addiction nearly limitless. I gave him a taste of a whole new level minutes ago, and my heart still pounds with excitement from draining yet more of his identity that is not what I wish to shape it into for my pleasure. So willingly he embraced the visual spiral that goes with my Whore Training. Yes, he had trained with me before, but, this is his first induction from my new site, and he was unprepared for the depth of power that all my cunning resources on each induction or training hide. Trap upon trap. Oh yes, I warned him. Warned him with words, with images, with symbolism, that with the fall, comes the darkness, and as fall comes, the urge to push my wicked control beyond limits he or you can bear grows. Yet, he injected them like the Black Tar heroin that it is … euphoria-inducing. Addicting. I could hear him laugh to himself that he wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t reject the programming I present to his yearning soul. Yes, I can feel it’s yearning to be taken by me even more than he can. And so I let him chuckle to himself, let him ask for more inductions. And finally gave it to him.

I kept my mental clock ticking, knowing precisely what he was listening to each moment of my induction … I could feel his cum flowing from sheer pleasure over how sexy my command to conform to my desires were to him. He thought he had enough in the first 15 minutes, so I could hear his silent “Oh my goddess” as I kept adding layer upon layer of perverse, mind control ever deeper into his brain. I could feel his ass welcoming the cock of my sexual power fucking him from there, all the way up his body, to meet the cock I rammed down his throat – cocks of words, cocks of control and orgasm and surrender.

The mental orgasms I planted in him, each spurt from my mental cocks laying seeds that he thinks he can predict … hah! Only I know how intensely uncontrollable his urge to be my whore will be when I trigger him. The orgasms he will have acting as my whore will grow each time. The addiction to listen to my commands more, and to follow any command with just as orgasmic obedience will break his mind, spirit, soul, and identity completely. And he will thank me for it.

You are beneath knowing the actual reaction my mind and body feel when I foresee what I have planned for him. But if you have ever had a desire to give a woman unimaginable pleasure … well, this soon-to-evolve-into Servant took his first step to feeding my needs to be pleased as a genius, as a woman, as a Goddess.

If you are obedient … if you are pliable … if you are dedicated … if you are worthy of my attention … you shall feel the gratitude that this one lucky devotee feels now, as he knows, yet cannot remember, that he is even deeper programmed now for my service, and shall soon please me by becoming my personal whore, any time I trigger him. His pleasure and addiction from it will be so great, that I shall stack it and a dozen other orgasmic states of mind onto each-other as I get deeper into total brainwashing. While he might think that his level of erotic adventure and release are extensive, when I have just half way finished introducing him to my erotic realm, he will realize that his world of sexuality is but a cage unlocked in the wilds of my sexual universe.

His future rewards include training him to be worthy in his sleep, in his dreams. He salivates for this. It will drive him insane, I warn him. Yet, what started as a small curiosity over the power I have on the dream world too, has become a growing obsession with him. And after warning him enough, I shall give it to him, with all the evil I possess urging me deeper into his identity and mind.

My void is his eternity of orgasmic obedience and plunges into my sexual control. And he shall never ever be wanting or able to leave …

Fresh Meat?

Oh, how I savor the menu set before me. Lured by the genius architecture of my website, the meat of your identity is so fresh it’s still trembling on what hooks you. Strips I have already sliced from your self control hang to cure in the heat of my beauty. Sniff … ahhhh … mouthwatering, but savory only after seasoned with my evil spices. This website presents the various gardens of sin and desire you seek, the forbidden fruits that draw you impart their taste to your skin, the stunning ripeness of your fetishes growing under my roasting sun force a gnawing hunger for more down your throat. I force-feed your own orgasmic obsessions like geese until you burst with the frois gras I dine on … better known as your submission. Take pride in the stamp of “Prime” I put on you if you pass my initial inspection. The marbling must be there. Marbling? Ah yes, I must explain that for those who have never dined with a Goddess evolved to sup on only the most delicately crafted recipes. Marbling: between the muscle of your identity, marbling to me is traces of awareness that as men you are in need of breaking down, tenderized to the bone by my mallet of indifference to your suffering, then carved from what I leave of your useless world using razor-sharp insight into what you crave. If you knew the intensity of the ovens of supernatural wickedness I withstood to become the master chef of mind control that I am, you would wear “Goddess Saphire’s Prime Meat” on your forehead proudly for eternity. Trust me, my style will make you beg for that right. The heat that burst the shell that contained the Goddess within me would turn your entire understanding of life to cinder in minutes. It isn’t just devouring your mind, will, and soul that I savor. Among my many talents, your Goddess Saphire is a true “Epicurean” who doesn’t just gorge on these succulent courses, but takes pains to understand the origin of your weaknesses. Before the fruits of my genius labor are mentally deep-throated, I study the lay of the family and social ground that bore that oh-so-deforming fertilizer that mutated you into a possible slave or servant for me.

Though you can never truly understand the mind of your Goddess (for it would humble Einstein in any attempt to fathom its depths of sexual power alone) you should have some feeble appreciation for the most primal of pleasures – what you devour that arouses you. Appreciating that gives me some hope that you understand how excited I am to see the courses brought to me through my website. My site reflects the electronic architecture of traps so delicate that not even the most brutal beast will escape their snare. Traps upon traps , level upon level … as you feed all the poison grass of one field, your hunger leads you down to deeper grazing grounds. The salt licks I save for minds so in need of a higher understanding of pleasure they will lick upon my block of obsession until their tongue bleeds. Yes, as you graze, you feed upon my nutrients … all addicting … all transforming … all of them making you succulent for my feasting.

While I may be the master chef of erotic mind control, you may humbly find appreciation that if you are chosen, it means your ripeness pleases me. Your dangling by a vine, like dangling from handcuffs, amuses me. Each one of you fascinates me by what I could do with your raw materials if you last through preparation to the final meal, when I feast upon all you know of yourself. Your individual contribution to my menu of souls isn’t to feed gluttony; in fact, you are accepted, chosen from among masses of dried up offerings for the tasty elements you possess. So enjoy that though you are weak before a woman of power and authority such as myself, for you possess quite by the accident of natural selection the raw ingredients I learned to play with in Hell’s Kitchen of Pleasure. Will the secret sauce I add be your orgasmic juices that I force you to milk twenty times a day? Will my wine be the tears you shed feeling the sting of my whip, or even my rejection of your flawed devotion? Just as wines are valued for their body, so you shall treasure me.

One thing you can be sure of, the cutlery I use to reduce you to a good hunk of meat will be surgically guided so I devour every ounce of you worth corrupting and damning to the hell of unbearable pleasure. Hmmm, shall I use my paring knife of my wit? Perhaps the French knife to chop aside your resistance. Or, do you need the cleaver of my whip? Marinate now in the intoxicating sauce I simmered in your brain, for when I sup on you, the meal starts when you lose your awareness of who you are in my presence, and ends only when I have sucked every ounce of pleasure through your fetishes into the same mouth that forms the words that shall become your only source of nutrition.

Oh, how I love that your twisted growth shall make this a most bountiful fall. So much to be thankful for … owning your heart, passion, will, time, and imagination is a starter course. Brace yourself for the teeth of my deeper powers, for they shall bite into you soon enough… if you are stamped “Prime.”

Dear Puppy

Poor little sad puppy, your missing your Goddess, aren’t you? I know because I can feel your turmoil and grief. It is by far the most pleasurable feeling you have given me, and that is saying something. Your hurt cascades through me sending ripples of pleasure along my body in a way few can appreciate. Think me a bitch? Or do you have a keener understanding of what your suffering does to please me in a way no physical body can match?

Thing is, as much as your grief pleases me, I find I’m not missing your sad company. But then, who would miss the confused sub, who forgets his place and makes demands of his superior? You try to own me, and that is not how it works. No, my bitches know their place and keep it there. They know that no single person can meet all my desires. You can not be all things to me.

So what is it that crosses your mind most often when tears well up in your eyes in honor of Goddess Saphire? Is it the physical Goddess? That which you covet to hang on your arm in theaters? The flawless body and harsh and fierce beauty I am? Is that what you miss most? Or is it my mind? They way it out paces your best thinking? Or is it the way I discipline you and remind you where you stand? The way I make you cover your fear with laughter? Is it my unashamed evil? Oh wait… that’s a different puppy that has the keenest appreciation for that side of me.

If you had truly learned to appreciate me, you would adore all of me. There wouldn’t be one thing I do that you’d have a problem with. Even when I travel and have my own adventures, you’d welcome me with open arms, and enjoy my exploits, rather than try and get me to conform to your needs.

What grieves you is you are not my cohort, you are my hindrance. I cut away the dead weight that would hold me back. Why would I settle for less, when so many of my servants admire who I am?


Those of you who want my attention would do well to remember, worship me for who I am, not who you wish I would be.


-GS

Your Arrogance Is No Match For Me

While I Don't Listen To Much Pop I thought this video fit the occassion.

Don’t you just love having the mental superiority and confidence to not just put an arrogant man who takes pleasure in belittling others in his place, but to also unravel his mental fabric, reducing him to my play toy in front of the entire web world? You may not fully feel the erotic surge of mental superiority of MY level, but we have all wished for just the right comeback –the perfect wit – at the right time. Being who I am, it flows with pleasure, not strain. I don’t live for this, for he’s a mere man, not worthy of more than idle dominance. Yet, his focused jibes at women, especially my friends, in my realm, was more than stupidity on his part, it shows the natural place for men below me.

Princesses/Sub Females Come First! ALWAYS. You attack one of my girlfriends, property, or any other unprepared girl for that matter – you’re in for a rude awakening. I’ll devour you whole like the serpents from hell I command – rip you to shreds with the talons of the ultimate predators of evil (Griffins for the unenlightened) that defend true dark realm goddesses.

I am a proud member of what I consider to be one of the best upcoming BDSM sites on-line: mydungeonspace. It’s BDSM resources and community present a warm climate for those in the scene, and just as important, those “needing” this scene presented as it should be and as it should evolve as only mydungeonspace has achieved. As much as we all present our culture as either matter-of-fact or natural, it is neither, it is exceptional, and mydungeonspace imagined and now is delivering a portal that appeals to the wide-eyed newcomer while also expressing the achievements and desires of the most extreme. The service this site offers all of those born with or nurturing their natural gifts for strengths and weaknesses is applauded by anyone that truly masters of its arts. If you are not a Member yet and are current in the BDSM Scene, you should consider joining. It is a source of pride and joy for me to defend its integrity, and that of its devotees, especially women.

What brought to light this latest challenge?

Perusing the forum yesterday, a tasty topic presented by one of the members came from “A Dominant Man.” I noticed how crude his responses were to members that replied to the topic at hand (Safewords) … particularly with one of my online acquaintances, Carrie … who presents ideal thoughts of the lifestyle. His crudeness epitomized the rhetoric of posers and those who at best will reach low limits compared to true masters. Normally these men are unworthy of even a “pffft” from me. It was Carrie’s arena I was inspired to defend, though she is of such pure clarity she does not need it – it was a bond I fed through my attention. His increasing vomit of opinion would not stop until the proverbial “shit hit the fan” at that point. Save me the fucking lectures on “to each his own” for I am by far not an ignorant person, and have studied and used what I feel is convenient for my worshippers in my realm. My position was only emboldened by his inept replies, as all stood to learn the lack of value in his ideas once I gave him a piece of my mind.

From a woman who handles men quiet easily, his argument cowered. He refused to reply to my responses. He seems intelligent enough but the way he expresses himself makes me want to restrain him and show him (to all masters’ delight) how it’s really done. Hmm, I wonder why there was no response? [Too busy masturbating his embarrassing “manhood” at the thought of being my inferior?] I dissected the thread and broke it down. I even believe there was a lesson well learned for all. On his part … perhaps he noticed I am not one to debate with!

Amusing “challenge” – pffft – such as this proves the point that even in dark realms, those most comfortable in what gifts they possess find honor in defending the “dark right” of others to listen to the abyss rather than listen to fools such as these blowhards (blow something you are most trained to blow in the future, mister, it’s attached to you, if you need a hint.)

The words of one of my pets come to me when men as transparent in his “beliefs” are proven to be paper tigers when whipped and chaired into a corner by a master of beasts. It is verse describing those with super-ego (their own view of their capability) they errantly place on a high pedestal. “… their voice is loud while silent to others, their pain silent yet deafening, the integrity of their speeches tragically, comically flawed, though they think not … naturally.”

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SAFEWORDS

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