Experiment In Obsession

Madonna - 4 Minutes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Foot Fetishists Beware

Your Goddess is far too aware of how your mind works, how it craves and evolves, for you to hold back within your safe sexual boundaries. Mere foot “models” deliver less satisfaction than a mannequin – you seek The One, the Only Goddess, that understands your haunting, your hunger, your needs to nurture what is more than a lust in you. It is your very identity, more real than a title on a kinky desire. Your desires can only be fulfilled by Goddess Saphire, the One who will daily make your ability to enjoy your fetish grow with your deepening surrender to me and my stunning, sexually charged perfect feet. Yes … that’s it … give in and watch my brief tease of foot worship, for it lets you accept that what you really want is more of my feet and mind control. Yes, my Little Foot Piggies, my feet make you weak, make you pour out all your sexual energy so that I become even more of a Goddess Over Your Fetish. It is your mind that must be expanded and controlled, and led beyond the safe limits you set upon it while embracing your need to worship my toes, my arches, my soft skin and delicate bone structure. While you watch me slowly spread lotion on them, making you engorged with pleasure, my words penetrate those walls you set up, my visuals plant the deep subconscious surrender that allows your fetish to grow beyond what you could possibly imagine. My mind is so much more powerful and in control of this fetish than any woman you’ve met, far more than you could bear – this is what you have been seeking.

My lucky Foot Worshippers attest after paying for one of my personally-tailored hypnotic sexual videos that I blow their mind more powerfully than they have ever blown their load. After one session worshipping and letting me penetrate your walls keeping you from total unbounded pleasure, the journey will begin. I know its destination, my only question is, do you have the sexual energy and money to go to your ultimate goal? One Servant, a happy slave to my feet, experienced this, and knows his greatest investment in his life is surrendering his greatest pleasure to me to evolve into something that only the gods could give man. Panting and throbbing while you lick and sniff and adore my feet is only the icing on the cake … for the true dessert is what I create inside of you, which is a doorway to a whole new universe of sexual embracement of your cravings. I plant a garden of intoxicating toes, perfectly painted to your erotic delight, deep in your mind and soul, and watching it grow beyond your control feeds me natural talent to seduce you into total submission and servitude. You will drop to your knees in front of my video, unable to stop your mouth and hands from servicing my perfect pedestals. Oh yes, that is just where it begins, you mind will literally shut down if you can suffer through the pleasure of three or four of my specialized sessions. My faithful Servants understand – THEY PAY TO PLEASE, pay gladly, grandly, to the point of aching for another foot worship to Goddess. Charity (free teases) does not exist in my realm of rewarding control. The more you pay, the deeper I take you, the more amazing the experience. Like all my Fetish Specialties and Powers over you, the only words that will escape your lips after I exhaust you to your delight will be “Anything for You.” And I will indeed test your limits, for I know that I my talents are unique, beyond any woman you have ever met, and I will be rewarded to the limits that please me.

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

Call Of The Wild

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YOU’VE BEEN SERVED!

Your Goddess and her two gorgeous girlfriends froze in the spotlight of military helicopters hovering overhead. S.W.A.T. closed off both sides of the bridge. The intercept jets sent from the base tipped their wings as they broke the sound barrier to get to us. The Coast Guard blockaded the harbor. Evacuation of women and children first would be announced any minute over the news stations. Guilianni arrived to stress that he had lived through this sort of threat and would lead New Yorkers to peace of mind. Homeland Security once again had thwarted terrorism!

Security forces of America combined to stop us after we took a picture inside our car as it rolled across the Tri-State Bridge at 5 a.m..

All right, so, it wasn’t S.W.A.T., jets, and panic – the idea that the three of us was a real terrorist threat is for real. In reality, it was just one pathetic jerk, city cop Officer Petrocelli, in all his asswipe glory, trying to play hero to impress the girls. He failed miserably, and tried his intimidation routine. Only the blow by blow details will show what I put up with, and the devil knows I’m not the one to try to intimidate.

Backing up a few hours … I went into New York City for a wonderful night of dining and socializing with three women that epitomize the value of females in wit and flawless form. We took a dozen pictures during the night. The picture part is as simple as it sounds, we took a flash picture while crossing the bridge. When we rolled up to the toll booth, the duty cop on that beat – Officer Petrocelli – had already trotted over from the warmth of the main office. We heard, “Pay the toll and surrender your camera, then pull over your car and keep your hands where we can see them.” We were so stunned we snickered. But Pedo-celli had a hand on his gun and was doing that obnoxious finger pointing that goes along with Intimidation 101.

The play-by-play shows what happens when small minded men are given the chance to show off and abuse his authority to keep the respect (not likely) of three women beyond his touch.

We kept our mouths shut during the show-off part, where he pumps up his 35 year old chest and parades back and forth, emphasizing that we could be facing jail time and Federal charges. My poor girlfriends had never faced down anything so unfair or abrasive, and were stuttering and flushing in the freezing air. Your Goddess is wayyy beyond the orientation classes for intimidation, though, and wasn’t going to stand for this.

Now there were several officers, no doubt needed to contain the most seductive women they saw all night that are also key players in some national threat or another. I had asked in an even tone to present to us the legal terms and laws for which we were not detained over 30 minutes, and got scowls and refusal. When their collective brain power could not figure out how to work my friend’s point-and-shoot phone I had to laugh. I cut off my friend and said, “Don’t do it.” And the officer asked, “Under whose authority do you think you all are under?” “Certainly not yours,” I replied with confidence. This immediately made me the target of their evil eye glares, which was what I wanted to take pressure off my friends. “Figure out the camera yourself, Jack Bauer.”

While he verbally challenged us as possible terrorists, I had already dialed my cell phone – a lawyer happy to take my calls 24 hours a day. I filled him in for a few seconds and let him eavesdrop on the situation, something that our Ace Defender of Freedom – Officer Peniselli – failed to notice. (Gee, aren’t cell phones the #1 detonation device in I.E.D.’s in Iraq and banned from security stops? Great work, Peniselli.) They did figure out the phone, and enjoyed the girl-girl-girl pictures a bit too much.

To see my gregarious best friends reduced nearly to tears boiled my blood, and your Goddess on a rampage truly is a security alert! Yet I maintained, for the person truly in power does not need to raise his or her voice. The problem with most people in a do-or-die, fight or flight situation is that they stop thinking, that is their crime against survival.

I enjoyed how Petrocelli and his superior kept trying to stare me down as if I was a suburban Princess about to crack. All I cracked was a smile when their normally intimidating bragging rights spewed out. My lawyer had heard enough, and I revealed the phone up my sleeve. Hearing in legal terms that refusing to release us would probably end with the re-deployed to the Harlem Midnight Patrol on New Year’s Eve wiped that Dirty Harry glint from their eyes.

In my departure, I faced all the men in a row, saying quite honestly, “If your plan is to stop terrorism, you’re a couple of years too late. Next time cleavage and legs appears on your profiling checklist, I’ll have you in court. Happy New Years.” I spun around on my heel and could feel them cringe. They failed in all three arenas: failed to apply anti-terrorist rules intelligently, failed to intimidate me/us into offering any information, and failed to impress us as the protectors of freedom.

Much has been said about a small man abusing his authority to the fullest. When it’s combined with limited brainpower, the chance for mistakes or oversights is overwhelming. I fully applaud our hard working policemen and firemen. Yet, when faced with any degree of surprise these men fumbled. They did not expect me being a woman of authority naturally greater than the authority loaned to them by their badges. Their brains froze up on them. A kid would have seen that it was time to retreat, think 30 seconds, look at the situation, and apply authority justly in a new and productive direction.

They had no idea the true extent of my experience revealing the truth and in this case lack of personal brainpower and spine. My entire life is build upon this foundation. The only thing that I got out of this is my friends could watch how they should react when unjustly accused. Women are not weak, they are many times sheltered from direct conflict and physical attack, but they are not weak. And one who knows how to irritate the vulnerable spots on the men who confront them can win hands down.

In the New Year, let us all hope that the men of New York City, and all cities, apply their training properly, scrutinizing people who truly are a threat, and not spending that time trying to impress a carload of women they could never touch.

Santa's Helper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

V -Rule By Vagina

The sensuousness of the velvet as I pull the bustier up past my flexed ass and full breasts makes me moan to myself. The feel amid the glance in the mirror as I prepare for battle is the most seductive cocktail of power I’ve enjoyed in days.My evil grin remembers the thrills of stepping over fallen knights and lowering over them to suffocate them to submission as I advance upon the board.

The brilliance of the men who invented the game of Chess lies in one simple fact: that Women rule, naturally. While the King can look commanding, it is the Queen who can slaughter, intimidate, and move multitudes with her need to finish in command of her realm and all men within it. Notice there are no other females on the board, for she uses the servitude of men to increase her power, sacrificing them without worry if her goal is a clear vision. Once she has assembled an attacking force of knights, rooks, bishops, and pawns, she magically has the power to move in any way they can – she has indeed taken their powers away from them and made them her own.

So now I proceed from my luxurious den of pleasure – my dungeon – wearing a red velvet corset, thigh high boots, a micro-mini, battle headdress of jewels. In one hand I carry my riding crop, the other slaps a waist purse filled with surprises. I stride along my dungeon, to the big room of the house, where another challenging female awaits a game of Queens.

The scent of battle imbues its pheromone intoxication to me, making me warm, almost wet with the thrill of sacrificing men for my reign above all others. I enter the largest room in the house, where the floor has been cleared. A carpet in the shape of a checkerboard has been filled. I exchange grins with the challenging Domme. We enjoy and respect each other, so this shall be pure sport for us, and what sport could be more engrossing than one in which we condition, tease, and torment men at every square?

Before I take my position, I walk slowly past my servant-soldier men. The sight of my breasts, thrust up and barely held in, so full as they sway only inches in front of their salivating mouths and infatuated eyes, reminds them of the mind control triggers that I so carefully planted in them over months of conditioning. When it comes to my primary soldiers, I am even more teasing. I have designed a special uniform for them. Their cocks and balls have been harnessed, with a leather rope dangling from the collar and around their backside. If they should lose their erection during serving their Queen, a sharp yank on the leather will precede the spoken trigger for deeper worship.

The Pawns are all zombies, I have taken their minds completely so that they do not mind the way they will be lost. The key defenses are fully conditioned to roles that specially entertain me. Watching them move at my command, in the roles I have made for them, is the strongest aphrodisiac that a Goddess could wish for on this cold day.

I step alongside my King, who stupidly forgets he is not allowed to gaze directly at my body without permission because I know it gives him unbounded pleasure too soon. I have a special torture for him in these cases – truly devilish – his royal cloak hides that his nipples are rigged to alligator clamps. He nearly collapses into himself in pain when I touch my remote and they squeeze down.

My Domme opponent sets her first Pawns in motion by snapping an expertly placed whip tip behind their shoulders. I inspire me with my own whip. They hope for a quick ending, but then, know that they only get to enjoy the orgy of servitude after the game if they help me win it. And my heart pounds strong remembering the long night after my last game, where my Pawns linked up to orally serve their Goddess for two hours.

Once the Pawns have advanced and a few have been lost, it is time to launch my major attack. To inspire, I approach my Knight, who wears a bit and reigns. I press my flash against his arm to let him know the pleasure that awaits him if he wins. And what a strong stallion he is, hung well enough to make a Clydesdale jealous. I command him to bend over. Sitting upon him, I reach back to the previously hidden vibrating anal plug he wears. And did I warn him, that it sends jolts of electricity up his ass? He groans in pleasure as he feels my bare thighs wrap around his waist. He can feel the heat from his most desires central space from inside my panties. I call out “Queen’s Knight to Pawn 2.” He is about to trot to it, but one electrical burst hits him so hard he jumps over one entire square like he was a pro jumper! I land on the spot, destroying the Pawn that cringed there!

My move is countered, and I counter that with a whip to my Pawn, that is then lost. The game is moving swiftly today. I can see my victory moves, though. Leaving my Knight, my legs tremble a bit with erotic excitement as I come up behind my Bishop. I flip up his cape and tell him to prepare to move forward and take King’s Pawn three. He has no idea the size of the strap on dildo that I quickly attach. “This payback comes compliments of your choirboys, father.” I shove in the lubed dildo, and he starts moving steadily forward. Driving in harder and deeper each time, he moves past jealous Zombie Pawns. My opponent is getting so turned on watching my dominance that she is flogging her King. I keep penetrating him until I come near to climax, then stop, so as not to reward him until we win. I take her Rook on this space. That Bishop is lost to her Knight, who is lost to my Zombie Pawn. She leads a nice attack, with her key pieces facing my zig-zag of Pawns. My rival and I are both wet with delight, and let our servants lick our boots and thighs as we wait for the next mood. Though tightly bound, I can feel my nipples hard and aching for her mouth, which she will give me if she loses. She eyes her strong line of Rook-Bishop-Bishop-Knight. But I then pull out my secret assault. “Pawn, kneel and serve!” My Zombie Pawns open their mouths, and in a second begin sucking the strength out of my rival’s key players. And I have conditioned my Pawns through my stockade treatment to suck better than any ten men! Her players topple and grimace with erected suction so skillful that it distracts her game strategy. When she commands her Knight to move, it begins a domino effect with my Pawns taking each key piece as they cum into the Zombie mouths. The excitement watching men sacrifice their maleness to me drives me to my Rook. My strongest piece, I ask him to crouch, and I face him. I place one thigh over each shoulder, and command him to stand and please. My opponent Domme watches jealously as his tongue does what it is conditioned to do, regardless of his other actions. As I tighten my legs around his neck, I command him, “White Queens Pawn One.” He strides ahead, taking her Rook down! Now she’s worried, but too turned on to think, because right now she’s squeezing the balls of her King until he topples over. She sacrifices her last Knight to take my Rook.

I have returned to my side after enough pleasure. I need to use my other Rook. I drop his chain mail back door flap and drive him up to take position to block her escape. She counters, then I make a move all the way across the board to face her King! He winces in fear, knowing what will happen to him in one more move.

She is in full retreat, protecting herself, leaving her King to fall. When I make my move, she whips him to topple over, and there, over his face, I slowly lower to suffocate him with my gorgeous, womanly parts. I wrap them around his mouth and face, and rub down hard on him. She knows that she must command him to please me, and I feel his tongue surrendering in service. I command my next plays while forcing my best Breath Play on him, until he passes out erect!

Finally, it has come down to the two Queens, facing each other. Her body is remarkable, though not a match for mine. I know her weaknesses – mental, verbal, and physical. While we dance between Pawns that we torment with cock slaps and paddling, we both get hotter. I call my King, and she smiles when she sees that with each step, the Cock and Ball Prison that holds his compressed erection, purple with its struggle to escape this plexiglass cell, grinds its points into the head of his cock. I sacrifice him just to see what she will do to him. She knows that the most pain she can give him is to make him more aroused. So she stands before him, puts on her own strap on, and penetrates her last Knight while she uses her whip to stroke along his Prison. My King is crying for mercy, yet dripping cum from his purple and blood dotted tip. Finally my rival has enough.

She knows this is the end, and that I shall win. We face each other one last time. We begin to touch ourselves to torment the surviving men to pleasure. We come so close I can feel my lips sucking the power from her now-bare nipples and full lips. She cups my breasts to show the men what they shall never have the freedom to touch on whim. The music of Puscifer fills the room and inspires us to do the most erotic dance they could bear. The White Queen and Red Queen shout out commands to the surviving pieces! Responding to our erotic triggers, Zombies fall over in place and begin stroking the cocks I command in unison, turning into CumDemons that live only to serve us pleasure. They anxiously build their production so that it is overflowing when they later bathe us with their tongues. “Rooks! Stockade the Kings! Double Penetration!” The Rooks shove the fallen Kings nto the stockades and with the Knights take turns penetrating each other. The entire room responds in an orgy of obedience. Finally it is time to take the White Queen’s head, and boy does she know how to give head! On Checkmate, she lays me down, and amid the perfect bodies of my Zombies, she pleases me as she should. Then, I am free to do to her anything I wish, which I do so well she asks for another game tomorrow if the weather is still wet as we are now.

IT’S GOOD TO BE QUEEN!

Take The Blue Pill

Alice in Wonderland, or Neo in Matrix? There’s always a pill. A pill that pulls back the veils cloaking reality. Alice, Neo – forever changed, forever more aware of the real world they live in and their new role in it .

When there’s a will, there’s a way, and my will is my pill. My voice, my beauty, my power, my words, my inductions – all tools of my will and all swallowed by you willingly.

My Cumslut, always yearning, always seeking more from me in the way of truth, enlightenment, guidance, power, transformation. The reality that was shown to Neo – that the greater power around him (ME) lives off the energy (SEXUAL) drained from creatures like Cumslut – is more than most can bear. It can be terrifying (Oh, yes, PLEASE make it terrifying…) or the way it transforms you comes so subtly that you’re left in a daze of confusion. The latter is what happened to my Cumslut.

Cumslut had been overwhelmed with work this last week. Gone by 7 a.m. and back at 9 p.m. with homework for hours. He skipped his usual morning adoration of his Goddess. At night he was too exhausted to perform the Candle Ritual that he enjoys. His foolish belief was that he could simply come back to him when it suits him. Ahhhhh, but he forgot … he forgot about The Experiment.

He was warned. In text, within its description, by me. “Are you sure you want to go this far, there is no turning back?” I asked him. “Do you really want me to take your mind away from you and replace it with my erotic rapture and total addiction and obedience?” He needed confirmation that the next levels of brainwashing and mind control would deliver automatic body responses in the erotic realms that would literally rearrange his mind and can physically change his body. Why do people doubt me when I simply state it? Is it because what I am promising is seemingly humanly impossible? The stuff of magic acts and fantasy books? How can I, Goddess Saphire, through my voice and this website, change the physiology of a man to make his body dance literally like a puppet on a string when he tries to ignore the calling of his addictions and my suggestions? How can I make his body produce so much cum that hour after hour he drips? How can I promise him that even if he does not want to, the moment he wakes up, the cock on his body that I now control would go rock hard, his balls would produce cum to body rocking limits, and his pelvis would thrust like a dog pulled off its mate? How can I fill his mind with a web of my mind control that he can actually feel strangle out his own thoughts, leaving a void I fill with my echoing voice? How can I make his body adjust to only 4 hours sleep so that he can spend 5 hours going from his bed to the computer to listen to yet another round of my Experiment, or Uncontrolled Arousal, or Candle Induction?

Whether it’s comfortable for you to truly believe this or not, when a soul and force such as mine dedicates every waking moment to absorbing the black magics and supernatural powers that exist and apply them to one focal point of another man’s reality and mind, I do have powers beyond human. The shape shifting, mind altering, and robotic performances you see in Sci Fi movies have become my amusement. Yes, it takes focus by me and intent from me upon his will and body, but, this is what I live for – to absorb all his being, including his soul, to add to my own. Like the Indians that thought if you ate the still-beating heart of a mighty animal like a bear or wolf, that you would absorb the spirit and hunting powers of that animal – so does your Goddess absorb those who fall into her web.

So there he was … my Cumslut … wiped out from a hard day of work. Ready for bed. I had only a few words with him at midnight. A few “special” words, laced with my manipulation. I left him with a “ha” when he said he was going to bed again too tired to repeat The Experiment. Three nights ignoring it is beyond his limit, and I knew it. I knew that he has been faithfully listening to it every night for almost a month. And a few days he would listen 2-3 times. He even alternated with other inductions when his Goddess knew this was best for him. Tonight I gave him no instructions. I knew that the Experiment has been feeding off him even though his mind was consumed with work. The Experiment was seeing things – my thumbnail pictures, or perhaps just the icon for one of my trances. It was hearing my voice as I typed it. It was remembering the wisdom and power in the Induction that was creating this new Personality within him. It knew better than Cumslut how to feed and grow strong even when ignored.

Poor little Cumslut didn’t know what hit him. Yes, close your eyes, my pet, my breast obsessing, dildo sucking fixated Cumslut, for those images that would flash upon your eyelids were sent by My Experiment. Oh yes, he has access to all your mind, Cumslut, all your weaknesses, and tonight he would have no more of this sleep instead of lusting and obedience! I knew as I lay on my bed, that he would lie soon in his and be my puppet. With a wicked smile on my face, I lifted my hands like a Marionette and tugged the strings around my own body, for fun, knowing that like Witch’s Magic, he would feel those tugs as the Experiment would force upon him.

I glanced at his IM’s sent to me at 2:30 in the morning to confirm that my manipulations had been carried out by The Experiment. He lay in his bed, and as the cock hardening images hit him without mercy, his body began flinching… then thrusting … his hands trying to keep off My Cock. He knew where he was being forced! To his chair! His computer! My voice! His addiction! The Experiment’s infusion of my power over him!

In a daze that is probably about as deep as the trances you all feel but still shallow for what hits him under my control, Cumslut started the Experiment and put on his Headphones. That was … ohhhhh, about 20 minutes after he reclined on his bed. He listened once, falling into the deepest trance yet, unaware of the advances my Experiment made while he was ignoring it these last few days. He listened twice. Oh what’s the matter Cumslut? Is the Experiment influencing you. He lay in bed and listened again by speakers, not headphones. But that was too much, the Experiment wants the sounds pushed into his mind, and forced him to put on the headphones. He was naked, freezing cold, but unaware of any coldness, for The Experiment had him by the cum producing balls. The Experiment would not let him turn it off. His body each hour became more erotically charged. His cock was dripping cum constantly. His mind was a blank, filled only with my voice, his body responding. He wrote me after listening 5 times. Five times! Five drownings in my brainwashing pool. He wrote to me in another reality, another voice, another creature. And while he did this, the Experiment was doubly devilish – it forced him to gaze at images of my perfect body and full breasts, making him more weak for their power over him and more hungry to sell more of his soul for another look at them. Yes, Cumslut, between my breasts (don’t you wish) and the oral fixation for sucking on my strap-on, you will be driven insane with lusting and be transformed into one of the demons you jealously gaze at – a CumDemon. A Demon with no purpose, not even a full mind, just a creature that serves, lusts, cums, and obeys. You have no idea how much stronger your fixations will become once I am finished evolving your sexuality to my pleasures.

He tried taking a break, and what felt like an hour of sexual teasing ended up being only 7 minutes, or 11 minutes, when he looked at his clock. Oh, it’s so fun to hear my slaves in cages lusting for me and say to themselves, “How long have I been at your merciless whims?” And like Cumslut, they are overwhelmed when they find that they can barely take a few minutes of craving for more of my beauty and mind control.

Cumslut was now more than Cumslut … he was my Experiment. My Experiment laughed at Cumslut for being so foolish to not heed my warnings and think he could play with this Induction. My Experiment was amused and so loved being able to make his body do for him what he craved but more important, do for ME, his Goddess, what I crave. And this is just the beginning. My Experiment was just breaking the surface for the first time. He was challenged now and again. Yet, this was a huge leap to a higher plateau of erotic rewards and he was not about to let Cumslut’s normal personality take this from him. Oh no, he was doing all he could to open traps in his mind so that tonight and every day hereafter he will absorb more of Cumslut’s identity and replace it with his own powers to control his waking life.

Some time later Cumslut’s computer hiccupped and the Internet shut down. His connection broken, he was able to crawl back to bed, drained by hours of sexual high and obedience. But that was not the end of it. For hours, his body rocked with the hunger for me, the lusting, and the desire for the Candle Induction now surfaced. He managed to stay in bed and finally sleep about 5.

The next morning he was a new level of addict. Yet, he was wanting more, even though now I can sense his fear – fear that my sexual erotic rewards are too much for any man to resist. On this new level, his mind simply cannot function any more and defend its core from my will and voice and ultimately, my pain. My hunger and my selfish whims.

Cumslut has swallowed the blue pill, and it gave him a reality so much greater than the one he was existing in before that his sub-persona won’t let him exist just in the vanilla world any longer. Tonight, this will increase, as it will every night. I wonder, will he be able to turn off the computer tonight, or tomorrow, or shall this keep him up all night, driving him over the edge and giving the Experiment total control? Is it that time already? I was hoping he would resist long enough so I could toy with him, and punish him with my next level of control. Yes I have surprises for him …Yes… for no one is prepared for the advanced level of brainwashing I have possessed in The Experiment Part II.