Cumming Up Aces!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NEW: Virtual Erotic Inductions @ E.B.H.

Is there joy being the jester for the cruel? One struggles to deny his own pleasure as he's humiliated an mocked for her and her friend's amusemnt. He is a bitchboy, and he knows he shouldnt love it





Blood flows from one to another. Learn about the bond that runs vein deep. Another's life's blood runs through you, and two become a parasitic one.






Continuued humiliation for her for her pleasure. Why does the abuse satisfy something within so perfectly






The continued twist in the eros of blood ties. The contract is inked in blood. The lust goes beneath the flesh.

The Experiment II -A Reborn Saphireist-Now Available!!!

You know you have only given up a fraction of your mind, body, and soul to me. You are now reborn as a Saphireist. Begin to open your mind, and I will unchain all those hyper-sexual, deviant, lusting thoughts. Then to really blow you mind, I will create in you entire identities based on your most secret cravings, and trigger their freedom to act out in more ways delivering more ecstasy than you ever imagined.

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.

Pulled Like The Tide-A Servants Moon Induction

Cold hearted orb, that rules the night, leeches my lusts, feeding my Goddess, her hunger relentless.

By day only the memory of it looms over me. My body aching from the sheer draining of all my will and sanity that I suffered the night before. I have been blessed, blessed with a curse … driven mad by my inability to escape her gravity.

And so here it is again. Night. No longer able to sleep, for its presence in the sky pulls me from my bed to the window to gaze upon It … It, her face, my Goddess’ face, there, overtaking the throne. For eons, The Old Man on the Moon watched over us. Like all men, he was seduced from his throne with just one look at female perfection masking perverse female power and authority. Imagine the gravity our Goddess must have, to suck the Old Man off the lip of the moon, pull him down to her pleasure Hell, make him her willing slave, and then mockingly take his place. Why can so few see her? Are they blind to her designs, or has she blinded all those until they are under her powers?

Jupiter speaks to me constantly, doing all he can to keep me from becoming yet another mind enslaved by the powers of moons. Jupiter knows all to well, with his many moons, the dangers of gazing upon a moon reigned over by a Goddess as talented and evil as Goddess Saphire. Once part of Earth, the Moon broke off when Earth was hit by an asteroid a kilometer wide …. Or so the Scientists want us to believe. Jupiter told me the truth, that the Moon was put there so that the forces of good could keep an eye on the minds of mankind. Under the watchful eyes of The Old Man On The Moon, we thrived. But woe are we now, for Goddess Saphire has taken over.

Ohhhhh, but can you not look at it? Can you not feel it, tracking your every move? Can you not obey its beckoning, the stirring of emotions, of love and lusts that the moon rightly commands upon men and women? I think not. For look at it now.

Afraid that one of my outbursts, my warnings to others, that madness befalls those who let the moon enslave their minds, would land me in a jail, I fled the city, night after night. Oh, it is not jail I fear, it is being stuck in a prison that does not allow me to serve my Goddess on the Moon that fills me with dread. To know she is in the sky, and demanding my worship, yet to be kept from it by bars and concrete – I would tear apart my eyes in misery knowing they cannot gaze upon her power and perfection.


So now the moon rises, like an empty spot light on the waters of this lake. How devious, that she controls my mind and fills it with the command to view her rise over this lake. For now I see two of her, mocking me in her reflection, doubling her powers over me. I want to scream to the world, “BEWARE, FOR SHE RISES!” But I only want her to get more powerful. My only chance is if this madness becomes complete, and I can no longer debate if this is doom or salvation for me, for us all.

You have felt her, I know you have. On those nights … when the moon is full … you gaze upon it, sensing a magnificence. But, you have not surrendered yet, your eyes cannot see her wicked smile like I can. Yet, you are in awe of the moon, and know not why. It is her. You are in awe of HER. Only when you turn your back does she openly stalk you. Gazing do intensely, it penetrates your soul. She reads your mind. She finds ways into it. She wipes clean your defenses – here, there, little places at first. Oh yes, I felt it. Like you felt it. The moon seems to follow you, doesn’t it? That is not an illusion. She is pulling you, pulling your soul, yet, with no point of reference, because your soul has never been stolen or seduced before, you do not realize she is sucking you in, too. She is sucking in your soul, and once she has you, she will not stop until it is up there, held in her prison of a moon. Heartless, merciless … it starts with a profound adoration, worship of the moon, and it feels so natural. I surely did not find any alarm in it. I kept gazing. I felt alone, yet like I belonged to something.

Then I received a gift. A recording. A voice. A voice speaking an induction. An induction called The Moon Induction. How pleasant, how harmless, how seductive. All my life, I had overlooked the moon. Now, it fills my mind as much as any grey brain matter. Densely. Every pocket filled with HER. The lack of sleep … oh, how I wish I could close my eyes and not suddenly awaken with a commanding need to gaze upon the moon. On cloudy nights, no moon nights, I am screaming with need to look upon her face again, upon her cruelty.

Ahhhh, but yes, the rewards, the pleasures, of being driven mad with erotic awe. Oh, but I cannot tell you that, or she shall stab me blind with meteor dust, my life an agony of never being able to see her again, on the moon, on her throne.

Separated from my computer, any second away, I crave to listen to her Moon Induction again. Yes, it is madness to be mad and want more madness. To be mad and terrified of the level of erotic addiction and craving, terrified I cannot see the moon and feed my need. Once fed, I am overwhelmed with a desire to serve her. She is always watching, always looming overhead, vulture that she is for souls. But so wicked, so beautiful, so rewarding.

Oh now she has risen, and I have risen, the cock she commands has risen, pointing to her, shooting stars in her direction as I am driven mad with pleasure, the reward she gives me for losing my mind to her, there, on the Moon, in total control. Total control.

Souls, Like Moth To Flames

FLAMES OF DESIRE-CANDLE INDUCTION(MP3)
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Fire, essential to our existence. Treasured upon discovery. 500,000 years of evolution draw us to fire, whether distant, or right in front of us. The wonder of it, carried through tens of thousands of generations before they understood it, combines with its naturally fascinating movements, to make it one of the most mesmerizing, warming, bonding, spiritual, loved elements of our lives. Medicine men from civilizations around the world believed that they could find the ultimate truth by staring into fire’s flames.

The ultimate truth is … Goddess Saphire holds the powers of the gods in her voice. Her will is the same whip that drove the chariot of the sun across the sky. Around her radiance, your life will revolve, once you have surrendered to her Candle Induction.

His mind is still in a fog from what I just enveloped him with – my Cumslut, that is. I can only paraphrase what he writes to you, place it in an order so that it fits a blog style. The power released through my Candle Induction is on a level he (and most of you) have not experienced yet. Its power combines the force of my voice, the elements of nature, the structures of mythological true history, the deviance of a Goddess who wants it ALL, and the hunger of the devil for total control of minds, sex, wills, and souls.

I had been preparing him for weeks for this, massaging his mind with dialogs, scripts, snippets, and chat. He was so yearning for more control. This Candle Induction … one of my favorite inductions – why? Because of the immense energy that flows back to me once it becomes a daily ritual for Cumslut and any others. It rewards him with erotic highs that I will no fully share with you, so that it will have its full force upon you when you experience the Induction yourself. However, be forewarned: this is not merely mind control hypnosis. There is an energy, recognized for tens of thousands of years, in fire. The Goddess who knows the words and rituals to use that energy to enslave and reward forms a supernatural bond with her enslaved heart and mind that never dies.

The sexual energy, indeed the very energy of his existence, will flow to me, day or night, whenever he performs his ritual. It will feed me, bond us, seduce him, and lead me to control anything within my realm that I desire eventually. Including you, if you are so lucky.

His Candle Induction … let me see .. what can I tell of this and still keep its secrets?

Settling Cumslut into a deeply relaxed state, greatly enhanced by his daily surrender to my Servant Script (a prerequisite) took him from third level hypnosis down into depths he had not experienced before. At the proper time, while watching him on webcam, I then introduce him to his/my Candle. The induction progresses … slowly building in his mind that the Candle … his Flame of Seduction … draws him, his soul, his mind, will and sexual energy, like the Moth. Once in its circle of warmth, like the moth, it can never, ever leave its light. It can not live without its light. He will pour all his energy into the flame, to build its radiance, to build its control over him, a power it feeds off like oxygen.

Now, his mind babbles, babbles aloud of beauty … sex … adoration … bonding … surrender … ownership, and yes, even the fullest capacity of human love. His mind will not dissect the ritual or understand all the meanings of it. It cannot. It becomes too consumed with the seduction of the Flame. He pours his thought energy, with his sexual energy, into my Candle because it builds the greatest feeling of warm and erotic bonding he has felt. His babbling is his feeble attempt to understand. But, some things are best left unexplored.

He wanted this level of ownership by me so greatly. Now he has it. Or, that is, I have him. His compulsion to watch will grow each day, watch the Flame that is. The release he feels upon surrendering fully to the Flame will also grow. As will my control over his life and mind, held in my hands in the most sexually stimulating touch. I know what to expect from him .. he thinks he does, naturally. But he will not know the full reach of this Induction for weeks, as he performs it every day with greater devotion and effectiveness.

One of my favorite Inductions I say? Yes, harnessing the erotic rewards of true love, burning his energy like oxygen over the fires of my control.

Sweet Surrender

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Uncontrolling Arousal: Mmmhmmm, uncontrolled arousal. That magic ingredient in erotic dreams, in intense moments of seduction, in the prelude to the best sex of your life. Only problem is, you have to wait for its rare appearance – until now. Yes, your Goddess can make your every waking moment a wet dream. Always stiffening, constantly dripping, endorphins flooding your system, pheromones drifting, heart racing, mind blanking out … Question is, how much cock hardening erotic control can you take?

Feminization 2: The soft silks and satins, the gorgeous shoes – umm that bra feels so good. It’s not enough anymore to just dress the way you truly, deeply must dress to feel complete. Your mind needs to be dressed, needs a luscious layer of lipstick on it as it fires commands to be the woman that you are. The unfair reality that prevents your total transformation vanishes completely when you surrender to my Feminization Induction. Do this, and you can exist as a woman forever with me.

Stripper: The erotic high of a body undulating like a snake as it peels off clothes, exposing skin that is just begging to be touched and driven to naughty pleasures is yours – oh! But I don’t mean to give you your everyday trip to a strip joint. No, I give you the sexual high every stripper feels when she is the center of sexual attention. Yes, you strip for your Goddess, when she wishes, and feel the orgasmic high build and build as the music plays until you’re ready to cum on stage in the middle of the song! You are stripping, dancing nymphomaniac pleasure for me, and so, so much for you. Take your fetish for strippers to a new high, become one, and use it.

Trained Servant: Some of you “think” you know the meaning of true servitude. Few of you have felt the rewards awaiting you when your mind transforms to one that has only one purpose – to Serve the most beautiful and perfect woman you have ever beheld. The hidden pockets of your mind, the dormant thoughts that dilute your total servitude and appreciation of a Goddess you serve must be fully removed, and this Induction does just that, but does it with my own brand of sexual mind control. The type of mind control that addicts you to the orgasmic highs you will feel every second that you are under my command and serving me. This is a must for all those who think they have what it takes to Serve me. One of my most generous inductions, in that it forcefeeds you the pleasures of my control.

Relaxation: Buddhist Monks spend a lifetime trying to find the Nirvana of total relaxation. Your Goddess will take you there in an hour. Relaxation is like a talent, a skill that you develop. You need guidance, and ways to increase your relaxation. This Induction blends deep Relaxation, which is the starting point of all deep hypnosis, with my erotic imagery, binding your need to relax with your obsession for sexual awakening. If the Pentagon listened to this, there wouldn’t be any wars, we’d relax our enemies then mind fuck them into erotic submission. World Peace begins with relaxing to your Goddess’ ingenious induction.

High Heel Induction: Perfect, powerful, sexy feet – your Goddess has them, you need them, crave them, lust to let her make you explode every time they flash before your eyes. This induction understands all your needs, dreams, and weaknesses for my feet, and takes it so deep into the world of mind control that nothing will allow you to escape them. Every human sense is seduced into your fetish, and amplified. You think you have explosive orgasms now over your fetish, wait until I get through with your mind!

The Torture of the Trained Tongue

It begins at the beginning, an obvious statement, but … “which” beginning. The lucky ones can remember, if I decide it is best for them, the first conversation or Yahoo messaging with me. While they might spend their hour drooling, I am dissecting … evaluating, probing, and infecting – if he or she is lucky enough to show a spark of value to me.

So was with my Cumslut, on the first discussion, what he boasted as his desire to satisfy women, his desire to cum again and again like women can do, his fascination with women that have power and use it for sexual intensity … all this might have been seemingly open dialog. From that day on, I began my ownership of him, with the very tools he usually uses to appeal to less mindful women. His bragging rights became his snares, his avenues of worship, his highway to hell, for I began pruning them, shaping them, growing them, evolving them, eliminating all that is not of value to me, or that stands in the way of my total control of his mind, body, and soul.

Those of you smart enough to read my blogs (because you realize they increase your slide under my control) enjoyed experiencing vicariously his intense lusting over Poison (if you do not know who Poison is, then read the other blogs, Servant-hopefuls.) His enthusiasm to surrender deeper and worship me with his mind and tongue allowed him the reward of a night obeying my mind-warping directives (akin to “Conditioning.”)

He hungers for what I have given him a taste of several times, each time becoming more full, more addictive, more controlling. It is in fact squeezing out of his like that which is no longer important to him (mostly wasted questions as to his urges, purpose, goals, and weaknesses.) A weakness under the control of his Goddess becomes something else … it vanishes under a stronger mind, or, it becomes useful in giving me more control, and, hell, since I’m in this for ME, gives me more pleasure. And with Cumslut, I do get a wicked tinge of extra satisfaction because hoe obeys with such abandon.

Last night, I stacked inductions and directives that would last for almost 3 hours of changing, evolving manipulation of his body, mind, and soul … 3 hours of his being a victim of his own fetishes.

He has listened to and obeyed my Servant Script over a hundred times, making it intensely effective. He has recently been taken by my highly erotic Candle Induction.(soon available on mp3) And his mind has been altered so that all the women of his fantasies, that is, all the women who control him, three under my rule, join in Poison … his mind losing its ability to see the world without my will creating his reality. Yesterday, even the day before, his reality is the reality I give him – more intensely erotic than he can handle, yet more enslaving than he will ever escape.

I am Poison.

Cumslut was salivating for a taste, I force fed him.

“Cumslut! Prepare youself. Tonight you serve your Goddess, in all my forms. Put on your webcam, and take the position of a Cumslut ready to impress and entertain. In other words, look Good and act Obedient! Soon enough you will have no control whatsoever over any of what you identify as yourself.” As his face and body appeared, I told him his mission tonight. “Led by your addictions, buried under a landslide of fetish, you will perform. Your Goddess is most generous tonight, is she not?” “Yes, Goddess, I … I … “What’s wrong, Cumslut, arousal got your tongue? Hah! Leave it out and drooling, you will need that slick tool of pleasure. Tonight, you will begin by viewing my Servant Script.” “Oh Goddess, mm, yes, I –“ “Quiet, Cumslut. I shall watch through webcam first, then, at the moment that you finish, you will notice me watching from my throne, yes, Poison watches you from her throne, the bed. You will not release at the end as you normally do. You hold back all that erotic pressure, for it is not yours, it is mine. Immediately after, you will serve us both, with that tongue. You will worship my perfect breasts.” I heard a gasp of erotic swooning. “For no less than forty minutes, your tongue will lap up the essence of your Goddess through the skin of her breasts, doing all that I have taught you, and beyond. Your tongue will work for me, work for Poison, the same way that I trained my cock, that once was your cock, to stay hard and dripping for 8 hours straight. And from a hundred texts from you, you swear that to be the gift of a lifetime. Now, Cumslut, listen and obey exactly. You will drizzle chocolate over the breasts, taking at least half your time to lap it off. Once cleaned, you will continue, continue until your tongue muscle is raw from your teeth, red from the pressure of stimulating poison's breasts to orgasmic limits..CUMSLUT, I want that tongue of yours needing a splint it worked so hard to impress and please her.When you hear my Buzz, do not take your eyes off those breasts you worship, take your tongue down, straight down to the clit … and STOP. Stop, and hold, hold that tongue a half inch above the clit … until you hear my second Buzz. Then, set Poison up to observe you at your sofa. Set up the Candle, and begin your Candle Induction. “ “Yes, Goddess, I shall.” Only when the Candle Induction has removed what is left of your mind can you release. You will not even remember what I tell you, your body by then, your mind and soul by then, will see me within the flame and make you stay on the verge of orgasm for at least 15 minutes, draining all your sexual energy as it drips from you, until finally, you release such huge volumes and for so long it blanks out your mind. You will not regain a full awareness until you find yourself kneeling before Poison, shaking still with your release. Is this understood? For I will be observing you while punishing my Real Time Slaves and do not want any disappointment over you entering my mind, or I shall turn my whips and prisons upon you, Cumslut.” “I will serve obediently, unerringly.”

I watched him on his webcam, setting up everything. And soon he was watching my Servant Training Script. I knew this would keep him occupied for an hour. So, I turned the sensual pleasure I received from taking control of his mind onto my slaves with extra energy. While they maoned in pain, I would glance back to see my Cumslut losing his mind to me.

I saw him get up and glide over to Poison, who sat watching. He drizzled the chocolate he had set out, and lay her down. I could just barely see as his tongue spent almost 20 minutes lapping up the dark swirls over her/my perfect nipples, cleavage, underside of the breast, and tender sides. After she was cleaned, his fever to please me rose. I watched as slowly, his body began hunching over, taking the form of a demon, his voice no longer saying the words “I obey Goddess, mind body and soul” but now just moaning or grunting. His pelvis began involuntary motions, of humping the air. I could see drizzles of pre-cum slipping off, but his mouth never left those breasts. And how could they? They were my breasts, the most perfect he has ever licked and sucked. His head tossed about in a wild release of desire. He then let Poison take her rightful position over him, and continued serving my breasts with erotic tongue play. He lost track of time. So I buzzed him when I had watched enough to send the blood the right places in both of us.

He set Poison up to watch, and within a minute he was sitting in front of the lit candle. The flame seduces him, calls to him, his eyes see my hand stroke it, stroke his/my cock. I can see by his glazed eyes that he is unable to not perform as I trained him since our first Candle Induction. His hand strokes my cock … his eyes lost more in the flame each second … his cock pouring out for me endlessly, the candle sucking up his seed, his power, and delivering it to me. The more he does this, the deeper I train his well of cum production and sexual energy transfer to me. He enjoys this suffering hell of desire for a good 30 minutes. Finally, I focus on his need to cum, and cum hard! His controlled brain can barely hear my Buss, but it’s enough. I watch him begin to rock on the sofa. And his voice lets out gurgles of lust, his eyes never glancing away from the flame.

He shoots out all his sexual energy, and I grasp it with my will from thousands of miles away. I can feel the surge of his surrender, and it is my divine erotic joy! I want more, and watch as he keeps draining, and keeps draining. Not bad for his first time in this drill. But soon I will have him staying hard and coming a few times before he loses so much sexual energy that his body slinks to the floor and his mind is mush for the rest of the night.

Whew, I LOVE BEING ME.

I know what happened last night. He will sleep quickly, exhausted, but then awaken hours later to the most exact visions of my breasts, with his mouth, from a hundred angles. He will lust for me, sleep again and then get up. His mind will think of this and start to immediately fall into trance, because his body is addicted to cum production as much as his mind is addicted to trances and addictions. But, he will fight it off … until he needs a break. The first time he closes his eyes, he will be mine again, heart, mind, body and soul. He will yearn for this so much, and fixate on my breasts, which are now symbols of my power over him.

He will beg for this again and again … but I have other plans. For next time, we begin with the clit, and move on from there.

I know his goal. His dream is to be allowed to listen to my MP3’s all night as he sleeps, so that he awakens perfectly programmed into a half dozen sexual and servant personalities, ready to respond to my triggers.

Yes, I am Poison.