Gift Wrapped

As ice blankets the New England states, baby blue blankets your Goddess, and wraps her body into the sexiest Santa could deliver. Well, blankets may not be the accurate word. How about “baby blue hugs, fondles, and sexualizes your Goddess?” You all are used to seeing me all in black, or in my devilish red. But a Worshipper sent me a hot, laced, baby blue bra and panty set. I must say, the design and how it fits my body surprised me to the point that since I put them on after tea, in my usual lingerie fashion show I treat myself to (and a few lucky private webcam Slaves who pay enough for private viewings) my body has been vibrating with a growing sexual energy.


Ah, these relaxing days, with the fire crackling in my living room and dungeon, the plush walls of my bedroom caress me. It should be the hands of a Servant, but even they were given the day off by their Deity of Deviance due to the ice and rain. My comforter, filled with the warmest down, wraps around my manicured toes and climbs up to my waist. I like lying here, typing on my laptop, blogs and IM’s afire.


That’s not the only thing afire. I’ve been looking down past my breasts … like I am now … my how the flesh rises out of this cup and lace. As usual, my breasts overflow, heave with every breath. I love watching it, like watching them wrap around a nice, fiery Slave’s … well, I’ll let you imagine what. At least I can say that my mind wanders, and replays how it looks to wear a tight, light colored bra like this, and watch the tongue of a Sex Pet spend however long I wish slowly moving his tongue around my cleavage, eventually finding my nipples, lifting them out of the lace to suck on until I am so hot I command him to his position on his knees and take charge!


Yes, watching my breasts raise and squeeze together sends impulses to nerves hidden by the lace panties. As delicate as they are, they hold in the heat and my hands unconsciously drift down, the fingernails dragging across my nipples, past my velvety stomach, to my panty line. Next thing I know, if I’m not paying attention, fingertips are testing and seeking the heat. I’ll be typing with one hand and not noticing the pleasure until it jumps up my body from my thighs to my mind and make me moan. Then I snap out of it, realizing how turned on I get looking at my own body. Sometimes it gets so intense that words like, “I want me so bad” gasp out and that is quickly followed by fingers probing, rubbing, scratching – ahh, but that is shared with the lucky Servants only. But you get the idea. In fact, one moment please, I want to take a fingertip barometer reading on what sort of weather front I have ahead of me. Increasing wetness, followed by a heat wave.” Damn, I’ve got to kick off this comforter! Hmm, so cold outside, and yet my breasts are flush with blood.


This gives me an idea. Yes, more webcam pictures. And a video. Yes, that would be just the thing to bring to you the level of sexual heat that I’m feeling. And, you simply must all see this terrific set of lingerie this Servant sent to me. I didn’t realize how sexy I would feel looking at the white and blue lace. I’ll set up now. One moment.


Ah, now, we’re connected. Wait, damn, this gets tricky. I want my hands free to touch myself, it’s just getting intense in these covers and lingerie!


Hmmm, the camera is a nice Sony cam with zoom, but – I need someone to operate it. Putting out the word: Is there a Servant in the New York area (N.J., PA.) that is available 3-7 pm a few days a week that can work this cam for me? I’m serious. This is a Slave’s dream come true! My last cam slave paid for it! Your Goddess wants you Servants and Admirers to get the full benefit from her top quality cam.


Taking pictures in this mood delivers only a fraction of my intensity as it’s growing. A video will follow in the next days I’m sure.


Oh, while touching this nice lace, it reminds me of the lace I wear in Second Life. You’ll start to see changes to my website beckoning you to my other realm of power. If you pass my test, you’ll be invited into my dungeon, club with your Goddess, adore her on her throne, sit in her chair of obedience – all the things you crave. Including being in front of an image so much like me that it will mold your mind and prepare you for our first meeting. Also, changes in the site will deal with direct camming at the hours listed above, 3-7, that are private. Though costly, this is as close to sexual overload as you could get. Me, on cam… in lingerie … hot like today, wet like today, ready to tease like today.


Hang on, I’m taking a pleasure break. I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, these hands have some heat seeking to do.


I don’t smoke, but now sure would be the time… hah. The panties got kicked off somewhere. Oh, there they are. The bra? It tugged down to my waist and stayed there. Now lifted up, pushing my nipples that still tingle closer to my mouth. Mmm, so warm and wet. I’m going to sign off blogging and get these pictures posted on NiteFlirt.


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The first Servant available for filming gets a crash course in serving his Goddess!

Mommy Deepest- Feminzation Ind.

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Don’t throw out the wire hangers, you’ll need them to hang up all the window dressing (image, attitude, etc.) of your past life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Summer. I remember in my teens, my body developed to agonizingly bewitching proportions already, and how I was already honing my skills in controlling the cocks of men who barely deserve gazing at my breasts, tiny waist, and firm legs and ass. I’m a sun worshipping Goddess, even then absorbing the energy that comes from heat. I’d be on fire inside absorbing the sexual energy of so many, making it a test by fire, literally, to sunbath. A man once joked when I jumped into the club pool that half the water evaporated. If only he know … or could see me NOW.

You can … in fact you can experience more than the legions of men I put under my spell in my first five years of sexual awareness. Pray the Internet never fails, for once you step into my realm of sexual enchantment and control your desire to experience the orgasmic highs of mind control attached to a body like this … well, let’s just say that I have pages of emails from men who were cut off on their rise to glory to become one of my Real Time Servants.

I am a Goddess of Erotic Mind Control far, far above all rivals. The proof lies before you, on the pages of my Website … offering you a glimpse of the breadth of my mastery over your fetish, need, or desire to evolve into a sexual being so extreme that it pushes your mind to hold on to sanity. The passage is simultaneously thrilling, draining, and transforming.

A teaser of how “EROTIC” has no limits in my domain of pleasure, pain, and mind control can be found in several mediums.

The MP3’S. My voice … ahhh, yes, that voice that is the blend of an angel’s appeal and the devil’s sexual temptations can be heard over and over again. Just as it is with my most proud and rewarded Beasts, Experiments, Servants, Cumsluts, Slaves, Bitch Boys, Cross Dressers, and Feminine Transformers. It all begins with one little listen … mmmhmm, cum to your Goddess, it won’t hurt a bit … in fact it will be pure pleasure and explosive orgasm for you … in the beginning (evil grin.)

Need more visual stimulation at the start? (Those who advance can get hard and cum over and over simply with my commands, but I realize that many of you are visually triggered before your body and mind are evolved. When you read that humans only use 10% of their brain – well, I command the other 90% by the time you go through my many PHOTOS.

As your mind tastes freedom and thrills, you’ll be drawn to my INDUCTIONS. Each is specialized to take your first steps, both physically and mentally. While some seem simple at first, just ask one of my long time Servants how deviously I plant triggers and addictive sexual responses. After your brief application and interview on line, I shall know which Induction for you to absorb first.

PHONE SESSIONS are granted when I test the depth of your mind and willingness to obey. It is the best way to have me personalize the hypnosis and triggers you need. Many times I put you on cam to observe your progress. Those lucky enough to continue get a private CAM session with Moi, your Goddess, in various attire to control and advance your fetishes.

It’s hard to believe how much my CHAT PROGRAMS will advance your understanding and obedience.

And to inspire you, listen to Madonna’s HARD CANDY song on the video I have on my blog page. Those blogs are testimony from Servants and those in transformation as to how insane I drive them with pleasure, orgasm, addiction, and new levels of appreciating their fetishes.

I like to establish my new legion of Worshippers at the start of summer, so that the heat of it can do it’s magic on bringing out the most sexual energy from me, for you, and out of you, so that I can absorb it and advance you.

CLICK on any of the above links to see the incredible variety that I offer you. Each one will deliver a taste of my powers. Give yourself a few minutes to enjoy it, and also my free Guest Trial Induction in my Members Section. I know you need it … are you ready to blow your mind this summer?

To Infiniti and Beyond

Delicious? Yes. Empowering? Absolutely! Sexually addictive and explosive? You have no idea how much so.

I’m talking about pushing a man or woman beyond their taboos. Social boundaries and personal limitations are just that – walls between a human and the infinity of sexual highs that lie within my realm … a realm that sets foot into your world to enter your mind and transform you, but like an iceberg, most of my realm cannot be imagined until you are “hit” by it.

I’m on webcam now, watching one of my most talented and devoted Servants finally cross over into sexual experiences that I know he must master to be fully appreciated and valuable to me. Yes, this is for Moi – Your Goddess. Your sexed up Goddess has her full arousal power hitting 6th gear right now! Normally I savor every moment of his orgasmic experiences while a Real Time Servant pampers me or pleases me. (Actions that push me to be relentless in how thoroughly I drive my Servant on Cam beyond his limits. And he wants me to. He needs me to by this point.) Today I have taken a day off to enjoy solitude before a social gathering of stunning Princesses. But this is far too erotic to keep to myself. If you could see the sexual energy being released in my Servant (and given to me) as he follows my every order, indulges in every sexual act that I command … you’d cum and cum and cum, your body and mind building and releasing, building and releasing all that sexual energy that I create in you.

Let me give you a gander at how he’s expressing it …

“Can’t stop it. Don’t want to – need more. More Goddess. I’m pure sex. Pure sex and obedience, pure sex and your puppet, your slave, your slut for all your deviant pleasures.”

My Servant wrote me that about 20 minutes ago. He had remarkable potential to serve me and make me more powerful. So I took my time, and he recognized the value of my time, and appreciated how thorough I was as I took over his mind, body, and soul. Over a year shaping his mind, improving his body through exercise, and amplifying his cum production almost to cruel proportions. He understood that only fakers claim to totally transform overnight. And fakers get fakers – you pretend to be under the control of a fake hypno dome, and she pretends to be shaping you. But there is no escaping the depth and thoroughness of my mind and body control if you have what it takes to last the first months. After that, it really is not your choice any longer, for I have planted too many seeds of sexual control and pleasure in your mind and body. The harder you try to quit, the faster and deeper these vines of sexual addiction and pleasure grow. Oh, but it is so clandestine, like having sexual code undercover in your body. This Servant would go through a few days of a ritual, or I’d talk to him on the phone, seemingly innocently but planting seeds of control and perversion. Sometimes all it took was 5 or 6 sentences mentioned or repeated a few days apart. I tested how far along he was a few days ago with just a few sentences, from inductions I had him listen to a year ago and never mentioned. But they were pivotal in testing how few pockets of resistance still existed in his mind, and how deeply his addiction to sex had grown. Only a master as gorgeous as I am can do this to a man who otherwise was one of the most confident and masculine, and popular, straight men I’d seduced and overpowered.

From the start he was in that class of my “favorites” … someone who doesn’t come to me merely for a hot hypnotic or voyeurism stroke-off. He was amazed at my mind and the breadth of my studies and mastery. This shows me he values what is most valuable – most erotic – the mind … and power. He wanted total transformation because I gave him a taste of it, a fleeting taste because way back then his mind and body could not have withstood what I put him through daily now (and what I could put you through daily if you get over your fears.) I gave him minutes of his mind being wiped totally clean and filled only with sexual energy and commands from me, his Controller.

I knew he was nearing that threshold where his sexuality dwarfs his entire history so greatly that he enters into uncontrollable arousal. It hits him, and many of you, for moments. But a normal male body, unimproved by your Goddess, can’t handle it for 14 hours, nearly without break. I had to build him up to this, by taking over his sleep, giving him conditioning breaks, hitting him again, adding another induction, depriving him of sex and cum, then forcing massive flows for hours. And I mean literally hours. This is the reward to someone well down the road to total surrender of his old self, the ones who are “ready for a new way of life.”

I could feel him closing in on his goal. His language changed, his body took over new reactions, he lost track of time while sexually aroused or listening to my voice. He would fight it, maybe for a day or two, then that became a struggle he would lose too often. Then it came down to ignoring what I had created in him for a half day, a few hours, or in his sleep. Slowly he lost ground, as the sexual beast -- the sex toy, the cock puppet, the fixed addict, the cum machine – took more of him. Each stage increasingly sexual, and rewarding.

I allowed him a fun weekend, goofing off, knowing what was brewing inside of him. Then he texted me in the middle of the night – I can’t say it was unexpected, except by him. Four a.m. and he writes in a text message not one of his thoughtful texts, or funny ones, or questioning ones. He says simply, “I’m such a fucking slut, gimme cock” . I knew instantly that he wouldn’t remember fully, for the personality that is a sex slave and addict for giving pleasure and taking pleasure had total control as per my building it from scratch. This message, it might slip into his mind that he wrote this. And I knew just what to reply. It was 6:30 a.m. his time, and I knew that if this personality took control at 2 a.m. when he sent it (after performing both my Brainwash and Candle Ritual – together a mind washing force impossible to shape you to my designs) that he would be unable to sleep. Any time he would get close, this personality would create such uncontrolled arousal that he’d wake and crave more. So at 6:30 I wrote back, “It is time for your reward.” Hah! I sent it, and knew he would be awake in bed, hard. I was right. I was also right that though he was half in his normal world at the moment, the sexual talents of the personality were so great that he literally streamed out cum so strongly that he later told me that it was like he was pissing a few seconds. That is how much control this personality has to turn him into a sex machine without limits. Oh it did make me so hot when he describe how it sprayed in a growing line from his navel up his chest and streamed down his ribs in an un-ending stream before his balls drained far more than a normal ejaculation even. He lapped up the cum obediently as he has become addicted to it as part of his conditioning to soon serve me in the flesh, upon my request to fly to me and let me continue evolving him.

That was last night/this morning.

Today he cashes in. Part of a total transformation is removing his primary taboo or taboos, for this will sever the last ties he has to how he imagined his sexual performance and how to serve me. Without this being cut, he will have limits. With it cut .. well, let’s just say that this superhuman sexuality he’s feeling is minor in comparison to where he will be in 4 or 5 months. And from now on, he shall, as I shall … cash in on the fact that now he has absolutely no sexual limits, no inhibitions. Nothing is forbidden him, and nothing is denied me. This level of control and response opens channels of energy, opened by his surrender … the doorway is his mind. He opened it to me, completely.

He once asked, “Goddess, do you really feel the sexual energy flow from me when I do your Candle Induction, or when I let the Cum Curse or the Experiment take over?” “Far more than you’ll know – until you are before me, with your mind blank and living out my orders.” Just as your body and mind succumb to feelings of overwhelming love when you see your lover/child/dog – so thusly does his energy hit me even when I sleep sometimes, if that is when he is performing his rituals for me. I’ll awaken flush with sexual energy, and know one of my highest level Servants is giving in to my mind control and passing all he is and can be sexually to me, his Goddess, the one who has pushed him beyond the limits he set for himself.

Up to a point, limits are “played with” by new Servants or Admirers. They think they won’t change or do anything they don’t want to. And that’s their decision, if they wish. I do fine toying with them on their meek level. But those who refuse to let my initial control change them are unimpressive, and seldom go deep into life changing experiences. They simply are too fearful or too uptight, or too egotistical. I’m not going to waste my time explaining the rewards to someone who doesn’t understand what it means to succeed in pushing yourself beyond limits.

The Marathon Runner knows, the genius knows, the survivor knows, the god or goddess knows, the hero knows, the sexual dynamo knows … but quitters do not know, and should not know. Does the person who runs the first 5 miles of a marathon qualify as a marathon runner? Is the man a genius if he keeps drawing his same, unremarkable discovery? Is the man a hero when he only thinks of himself and only saves himself? No, no, and NO.

Oh wait – I am just now sent a new development on Cam. He’s brought his laptop with him on his day of remarkable adventure, and his phone, which takes great 15 second downloadable video. Damn this is hot! I’ve trained him to produce cum endlessly, making him a slave to the cock that I now control through this. His jeans (very sexy jeans, I might add) got so wet from the dripping as I led him through a few sexual assignments …. And I turned him into a flirtatious slut. He’s quite good looking and fit, and charming, and he’s been texting me about the couple he targeted at this open air cafÈ. Turns out they are tourists, and have no plans other than to enjoy the city. And yes, the man notices his hard on, as did the woman. They’re from Europe, much more open minded. To be continued, he says …

For the last month, I have built up another side of this Servant. A side that is ten times more sexually active and hungry for release than he ever experienced. One exercise won’t do this. Dozens will if they have the genius mind of your Goddess timing them. I’ll give you an example, since I’m very turned on watching his progress. Mmmm, yes, I shall have to beckon him soon, he is ready to please me with my fetish desires. As for the example … He obeyed without question, as to why I would want him to tie up his cock in shoelaces to force a permanent erection while he drove around for hours on his errands. Before he would never entertain bondage. Boring to him, and somewhat “gay” he said. I ordered one day on, one day off with the ties. Until the day I made him even wear it at without a break and even at the gym. He was terrified some random accident would expose a cock that is tied up with black shoelaces and beet red, his balls forced to dangle an inch from his body so they could not ejaculate, also red and full of cum. It was that night, when the sexual control I planned hit him. He removed the shoelace, and every inch of my cock (his cock before) was on fire with sexual energy. His balls spurted out at the slightest touch they were so full, and he drained and had sexual dreams of me all night long, sleeping less than an hour total between tireless milking of cum while worshipping my beauty. He’d fall to sleep, and my cock, remembering the sensation both physically and subconsciously, would fill him with cum and his mind with his favorite sexual images of me, and he’d awaken needing to milk off the pressure. I texted him through the night, ordering him to listen to one MP3 induction after another, depending on what he needed.

The next morning he was exhausted. I had pushed him through sleep deprivation and cum production high/addiction past his wall – that wall that said bondage is stupid, and not his thing. Is it his thing? I’ll cut and paste his begging from last week, one moment.

“GODDESS! PLEASE! My body jumps and pelvis thrusts, unable to escape the memory of the intense bondage. If I don’t tie up your cock I’ll die! Please, Goddess, let me worship you this way again. I can’t stop thinking about it. I try to fight it, but for god’s sake, did you have to make it shoelaces? Something I see every second at work, triggering the memories? I’ll sleep all night with it on if only you tie me up again!”

Ah, so I had shown him my genius. Don’t ever forget that you are under the eye of a woman who has dedicated her entire life since teens to deducing and testing exactly what will drive a man crazy with sexual energy, release, and ultimately service. I learn from each of you how to master by erotic control and fine tune it to the next man.

Wait, a development in the cafÈ. No, now it’s not the cafÈ. It’s their hotel near the cafÈ. You see, to fully serve me, my servant must leave behind his limits. If he’s afraid of mice, well, he won’t be when I am through. But in this case, he was afraid of cock. Well, more accurately he was disgusted by the thought of another man’s hard cock. One of the few who had gone his entire life without a single gay experience –no kissing, fondling, sucking or fucking. He couldn’t even stay hard when in the same room with a couple when they were all fucking at some party. Guys dicks and asses grossed him out. Their voices made him soft. But to serve me, he must be totally humbled, and reduced to his empty core, which means without any prejudices against any sexual act. Like with the bondage, with this he’ll emerge highly sexed up, and so, so happy. Now, I am removing his “gay” taboo. Or in this case his “bi” taboo.

I have gorgeous breasts, do you not agree? This Servant had a cum producing weakness for their perfection. I linked over time the idea of sucking my breasts with sucking a cock. At first it was subtle. Then it grew. When he noticed it, he turned away. But then something in him had already been planted by me, or awakened if he had refused his cock sucking desires from youth. I had over a long time slowly added the cock sucking to every trance, every tempting email, image, video, and IM. He obeyed and bought the lifelike dildo months ago, ignoring it in the package that I made him keep under his mattress. Slowly, I knew what was changing in him. One day he made a confession. He woke up from an erotic bisexual dream (planted by me, your wicked Goddess) and without thinking had the dildo in his hand. He put it into his mouth, toyed with it, gagged and almost threw up from gagging, but then said, “Nah, this is stupid.” Let me remember … it was maybe 10 weeks later? Something like that. Oh how swiftly the water runs as he nears going over the falls with his sexual obsession to suck now. His mind surrendered to my Experiment, and he’s sliding that dildo in and out of his mouth like a pro porn slut. But it was still a dildo, not a cock, and he had named it my cock. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you his taste for cum. I had also planted subliminal images and sounds/commands in his inductions until cum was the most delicious-looking and tasting thing he could think of. He hated the tastes of his cum before, even drops of it. At first he would cum one taste was enough , for two was gross. Over the weeks, his taste for it grew until he couldn’t cum without lapping it up. And I had him start to cum on the dildo. Until he wanted cock and cum any time I triggered it.

Update! The hotel! He’s in the room. Yes! I can feel it now! He’s sucking his first cock while the woman masturbates on the bed. He said it’s just about to start, he’s drinking from their mini-bar while she showers to freshen up. I may not be able to write more soon, as his play by play will make me so fucking turned on that this Goddess – where is that damn sex toy slave boy? He was following me an hour behind with some things I need moved. Totally trained and obedient. He better show up in five! Or he’ll be lapping and agonizing for hours before I let him cum.

Just like with the cock bondage, he’ll be transformed. This first cock will lead to other cocks. Ultimately it will lead to my strap on dildo. By then his talent for deep throating will be trained to please me. And he surely WILL be in front of me in a few months. Totally without inhibitions. For you see, if I can remove this one, his biggest inhibition, then the others I enjoy like bondage, nipple pain, face sitting, cum swallowing, foot worship, breast tongue play, whipping, and finally fucking until I’ve released so many times I’m exhausted …. (ahh- ahhh –ahhhhh!) can not ever be refused. In fact, he will so eagerly beg for me to use his body and mind in any way that my real challenge is usually holding back new Sex Slaves once I have broken down every wall of inhibition, pride, and ego.

Ah! My Sex Toy has just driven up. One more minute with you all is all I have left before being served. I’m so hot and wet, feeling now all the sexual energy he sends me, while he takes that first cock in his mouth and is sucking like I trained him on cam. My god, his mouth is talented, and oh … ohhh … he’s so hungry for it!

Listen up hopefuls and those who so far only voyeur upon the Goddess realm of sexual performance! Until you surrender to me … what you wish for, what you secretly need, what will turn you into a sexual animal/pet under my control is just a fleeting dream. I make it your reality, within my realm.

You may not have the same wall to break down as his. Maybe you can’t cross-dress. Or maybe you can’t get hard. Do you have a foot fetish or would you crave to be a big baby? Are you afraid how much you’ll like being suspended or in a latex gimp suit? Would you love a huge cock but can’t make that happen alone? All it takes is some pain. Hah! Whatever your wall, I will break it down.

There is NO EXCUSE for a man who “thinks” he is a sexual talent to even THINK he knows sex inside and out until his limits are blown to pieces by an outside force. In this case, my Servant – wait, I mean my Sex Toy/Pet and cock sucking, cum loving Servant – will emerge far more sexually intense and appreciative than with that simple bondage training.

Goddess Saphire, transforming the mind, training the body, pushing the sexual energy. Ahh, it’s a big job to fill with bit thrills awaiting… and while you might be thinking of my full breasts overflowing or my painted toenails twinkling when you think of thrills – YOU SIMPLY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF MINDBLOWING SEX until I take over!

Knock knock – over here, Sex Toy Boy, this is YOUR lucky day of sexual slavery!

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.