The Hunter and the Prey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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