“It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.” How appropriate that Voltaire said that in a book “The Second Cumming” er, my err, “The Second Coming.” That quote always finds a way into my conversations with a Married Man. That is, if he shows me a glimmer of potential to become something of more value to me, entitling him to my Instant Message company, on chat, phone, or in person. A few inductions, viewing some of my essential videos, and a test phone call feed what we both need to know before breaking your chains. For once I break you, that is, your chains, your life won’t be the same, and those changes will be where you have long fantasized. It is far easier to break a chain to an unfulfilling life than it is to restore a chain, because after you see the world I unveil, every cell in your body fights a return to a mental, sexual, spiritual, and physical prison and vacuum.
I understand the appeal of marriage. There is predictability, a sense of history with one person, religion, tests of faith, two people as a team overcoming the odds, children if you have them. It is the global standard for so many things. A grand celebration is held, the approval of family and friends. Even tax breaks. Yet I don’t know a single married man that is truly happy. The term “ball and chain” says it all. They feel chained to a weight pulling them down. Working tirelessly, often without appreciation for years. Henpecked. Emasculated. Sharing the bed with a woman who has cut her hair to look like David Bowie, and in most other ways looks nothing like the woman that he married. But it is not the looks that turns away most men to seek me. It is that part of a woman that all “real women” say men should love them for – their heart and mind. Wives say any decent men will look past fabulous looks or faded looks and stay faithfully fascinated, lustful, and compassionate due to what they say and know. It might work, if the words out of their mouths were in any way what their husbands want to hear to remain a worthy donor to the gene pool. Usually it is the opposite.
Bitter, repetitive, nagging delivery. Stale, uninspiring, selfish words.
They are chained to their wives, who are a phantom of the ideal of “happily ever after.” Their balls, the wives’ chains. It is this way …
Until I meet them. Clever, cunning, cumming – his are orgasms of the body while mine are orgasms of the power of the mind. I see him as the oversexed animal, needing freedom … replacing the marriage chains with more exciting ones that –oh, surprise – are also in play with the balls, but these balls produce pleasure.
I started this revealing the path I took to become such a wise, authoritative, transforming, and gorgeous Goddess, so I shall pick up where I left off. At 20 years old.
After my teens I traversed New York to find men to hone my hypnotic and erotic powers on. It was the chance meeting with a stunning, powerful woman that opened my eyes to my potential. I was a natural Goddess, one gifted in erotic pleasures as much as I was given the raw ingredients for the ultimate levels of mind control. Captivating expressive eyes, full lips, very large breasts, thin waist, long legs, perfect feet, dazzling hands, and a voice that could melt wills. On top of that, I had a sex drive that knew no limits – except that I kept it under pressure so that when I focused it on men it would enslave them by its energy as much as my body. This woman, who had spent years refining the art of luring and then controlling and dominating men mentally and sexually, was my mentor for a year. I don’t like using the term Dominatrix, because of the stereotypes. She could do the standard flogging, caging, tormenting, enslaving, that others do, but she went far deeper into mind control. As her “assistant” I witnessed the most unbelievable sexual acts. She could take a man totally broken by his wife and rebuild him into a creature of pleasure, pain, service, submission, sexual slavery, Olympic stamina, gymnast techniques, encaged pet, foot worshipper, cross dresser, momma’s boy – anything she desired. It would only take a few minutes for her to sense which of the above was sleeping within the needy mind of the men. And she would either wake it up, or embed an avalanche of fetish material to spread it in the mind until the role of an obedient, addicted, sexually active slave took over.
Would you like to orgasm 5 times in two hours? Have wet dreams? Of course you would. But in giving this gift, I learned how to peel away what in your mind was now mine. The amazing thing is, this mental-surgical transforming of the married man, from pathetic suffering fool to sexual programmed slave left no scars. No marks. He could indulge in the most wicked sexual acts, and return home undetected.
What elevated my mentor and myself to the realm of Goddess was the mental aspect – the mind control. Humans are what we think. And I could make the married man think anything and everything. What served me, and amused me, was turning him free, and showing him that he should have listened when I said “be careful what you wish for.’ There is nothing more fascinating than watching how my Goddess talents feed a fetish and shape the mind until it is unbearably erotic. It is enslaving. But it is empowering and balancing for them too. I fib you not, when I tell you that the successful married men that have fallen under my sexual spell have all seen their greatest financial achievements due to our activities, his surrender of pressures, and my delivery of a new reality. While he serves me, he rises above other men, any health issue diminishes or disappears due to the intense energy and confidence I unleash, while I leash him. Alpha males are even more so dominant after they submit to me. And the rewards they bestow upon me to them for the first time in a long time show true VALUE. The return on the investment of time and money beats any Wall Street promises. The more they train under me, the faster they accelerate into erotic and financial glory. So naturally, whatever is expensed to rediscover true competitive drive and success is simply the best decision they make – and they tell me that over and over. My attention rises as they do, for I share their pride in what I have created in them, or woke up, if that is the case.
Envision this – you are so at the mercy of my ravenous need for more control that you are begging to not experience any more pleasure, to slow down the transforming of you into nothing more than the pure essence of your innermost sexual fantasy and fetish. You can’t get there by yourself. You would have long ago. You need me, a woman of beauty and authority, to break the chains that pussy whipped you and browbeat you, that told you that you are too tired to orgasm again and again, or are too timid to lick the toes of a Goddess, or show the woman in you as you suck my strap on while you’re serving me.
Yes, it take a special mind to understand the married man and what makes him tick, what makes him cum, what makes him addicted, what makes him serve.
At the end of my mentorship with this woman, she allowed me a final test. I had requested they were all married, because I wanted them to also feel the secret pleasures of what I put them through longer. And Married Men, due to their chains, are proven to keep replaying what I put them through hundreds of times until he surrenders again.
Imagine yourself as one of the three men who she had tutored me to mentally enslave. The foot fetishist kneels on a pad before me, ready to anoint and paint my toes, and prove his submission with hours of foot massages – and if he’s lucking, kissing and toe sucking. My Whore has a slave collar, and is tethered to a chair. In front of him are two gorgeous Princesses, and myself, all wearing impressively large strap-ons. And finally there is the pay piggie, the masochist, who is strapped to a chair. His mind is melting, as he eyes face a screen that shows endless video loops of his Goddess taking over his mind. With the other two watching, I got from one slave to the next, personally ramping up their mind control. For hours I take them deeper into total hypnotic bliss. The pools of cum from their dripping cocks starts as a spot but is quickly a puddle. One sucks my strap on cock while the other might kiss my feet and the other is whipped until his cock is rock hard. Then I switch. Each of them has specific triggers, all of them are married. All of them blessing me repetitively over how they exist for these private moments. It is nearly unbearably rewarding to them. Funny how many man have trouble getting it up for their wives, yet with me, they might remain erect for over an hour without touching, and release streams of cum at my command. Naturally they return to work or to home feeling complete. They are more naturally dominant, they are not angry any more, they are not feeling like they sold out their lives. I am the anti-mid-life crisis!
This was my orientation to one of my specialties. Meaning YOU, my ensnared Married one.
In my next story, I will take you into the world as I make it for you now. Keep in my good graces, show me that this is something you value, that has some tangible and real return on my investment of time and a lifetime of wisdom, and before you know it, your reality will be what I make of it.
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