Happy Anniversary To Me!!!!

One year ago today, a force materialized in the World Wide Web … a force of beauty, wisdom, erotic mind control, and Goddess Rule. Seeming to evolve under its own designs now, the strategy and artistry put into its creation was far from self-sustaining. Anyone who knows me personally joked that the 9 months before it was launched, I was a ghost. Sometimes spending 16 hours a day at the computer or with my web designer. No summer of leisure and tan. No frivolous vacations. The perfectionist in me turned into a little adorable demon of its own, as it demanded far more hours to anchor this spiderweb of erotic hypnosis for you to fall prey to … and for the hypno-domme world to applaud.

Seven years of intense study in my art met up with the accelerating world of Internet Flash and design, creating something of a Perfect Storm of sexual power via electronics.

The human mind is not guarded by “a door” it is a labyrinth of a thousand doors. It takes the diversity of a website this vast, exceptional, and intense to find the master keys to your soul. I know this, and simply do not have it in me to do a half-ass job when it comes to dominance and sexual manipulation/improvement over you.

There are a number of milestones that I hit: 10,000 hits (then so many more that I’m looking for my million hit mark); 1,000 downloads; most distant admirers (Korea); most generous fetishist. Praise from other dommes is, well – I’ll just say personally to you truly talented ones that I admire your goals and talents. You know how challenging it gets when a website approaches various “critical mass” milestones. I haven’t yet resorted to including others in my presence on line; however, this might change, but only because I have designed it as an option to Servants and hopeful applicants who request more attention that can be properly presented via a Princess of Mind Control and Erotic fulfillment. Please, enjoy these gorgeous women for what they have learned as much as their beauty, for if you are even invited to my realm physically, they might be sharing the physical experiences with you and your Goddess. Only the closest, most talented and trained Princesses shall be allowed to serve you. For as a truly justified Goddess, I have the personal evolution into full Slaves and Worshippers in mind always. Many of you would fully enjoy being entranced by me, and then allowed to act out your fetishes before my private Princess audiences.

The design of my site doesn’t just “allow” me to present an endless stream of cutting edge mind control and erotic dominance, it “demands” that I do so. My Inductions, MP3’s, Scripts, and Images long ago covered all of the essentials and basics of mind control. This ensures that the wider audience adheres to and relates to the idea of erotic mind control, and of a Goddess of such high talents. As all brilliant minds do – I seek challenge, inspiration, and new frontiers. And one of my favorite aspects of this site is that it places me at the threshold of so many worlds of hypnotic erotic experiences to share with slaves and servants that deserve such mind boggling sexual rewards.

There have been aspects of my wisdom, rule, personal life and powers that could not be properly presented to you until the site matured. And in honor of my One Year Anniversary, I’m giving you a glimpse of your future within my realm.

As many of you know, I purchased my second home for many reasons, the most thrilling was that it has a true DUNGEON in it. It’s taking time to outfit it properly with many custom made bondage and mind control devices. Once you’re in my hands – say bye-bye to the world as you know it. For with what powers have come to me this year, and my private studies, I will overwhelm you with far more than your fetish and mine. Devotees and true experts in specific mind control and erotic pain/pleasure arts have sent me emails turning me on to what can only be hinted at as “highly exotic and uncontrollable” tools of our mysterious trade.

A few have tracked my schooling in NLP (Neural Linguistic Programming.) It is a darling of futuristic medicine (cures hidden within the mind, to name a few of its tricks.) When in the hands of a wickedly driven sexual Goddess, ruling a realm to her rules alone, NLP brings a level of total control and mind-blowing rewards that simply are superhuman. I have been perfecting the introductory pieces for over a month, and plan to invite those Servants whose conditioning makes the prepared for such an intense mind control, lifting their erotic rewards beyond their tolerances. But that is the point. NLP is the tool that opens the will, body, and mind to go beyond normal human limits in focusing, absorbing, and transforming. It includes smells, sounds, power words, and touch. Await its arrival. NLP will be available in my dungeon, along with the finest array of BDSM gear in the world, much of it custom designed. The Marquis de Sade would orgasm just watching a slide show tour of my dungeon.

I shall be taking pictures of my new Goddess Dwellings soon, to prove to you all on yet another level that all you see and read here is “real” and beyond your control … yet within the reach of the obedient and giving.

So, we have my home … NLP … and, oh, some fun contests. One is a travel contest. How many of you would love to have your Goddess knock on your door? Or meet her on a vacation rendezvous? Two or three days in a heavenly environment, say an exotic beach with a private two bedroom bungalow. One of them reserved for you and your utter transformation into whatever I design and desire! Yes, some of you most faithful will get a visit, a step into my mysterious, amazing realm. Or I might take a few days at the winner’s expense, and then return and invite him to my dungeon, if his fetish requires my superior equipment and environment. Don’t worry, my laptop will keep my control over all of your envious Servants until next trip, wherein you participate if you serve and obey properly.

Witchcraft! I have felt the spirit of witchcraft in me for, oh, since I was aware of my powers. Movies belittle the powers. Witchcraft includes the powers of the thousands of dark minds in the world, joining mine. I have studied it a bit, and plan to immerse myself in the trainings of a truly powerful Witch or Warlock. I have received some excellent identities from a few people who truly do know how it all works in this world of ours. One of my Servants was indoctrinated in mind control by a Witch from England, and explained to me the unimaginable powers released when even a simpler mind and lesser beauty such as hers is augmented with witchery. Trust me, when I release it upon you, it will be quite real, and quite unavoidable. Erotic rewards beyond belief, for both of us.

My realms exists far beyond this site, or my domains … or even the collective consciousness (minds) of those Dommes I admire, and hypnotists extraordinaire (a wink to Vegas.) I have thought hard about a society … as I would call it, a Kult. Not a stupid little religious one. It is more like a totem society … one in which individuals can be recognized by how high up a symbol their avatar exists. This is to instill the reality that my followers do evolve upward in all erotic skills and rewards. You climb the totem and certain rewards both ways are understood to be within your reach. I would call it, oh, How does The Saphireic Society of Those Damned To Her Paradise? The symbol would be a triskillian – a symbol of the balance of all powers bound by One circle – my identity and reality as a Goddess. As my reach expands, it inspires me that some very influential entertainers, civic leaders, judges, models, and idols need me to be their Muse, guide, or their Goddess of pain and pleasure. Special gifts of sexual adventure are given to Servants who bring them to me. Be bold, you would be surprised how many of those who are artistic or powerful need a Goddess Extraordinaire in their minds and lives.

Your Goddess is the sum of the beasts on her leashes, and I want the most devoted, sexual, obedient, powerful, and totally controlled beasts on my leash.

As almost a warning as much as a declaration – Your Goddess does get ALL SHE DESIRES … including your mind, soul, sexual energy, obedience, and world of pain and pleasure. But what you get in return? Ahhh, now that truly must be experienced, for it is beyond your imagination.

I toast champagne to the coming year … my website … and the unleashing of my powers, and yours …

The Princess And The P

Oh my dear little Crissy. Crissy, Crissy, Crissy. While your Goddess Saphire is about as safe for a Princess (in training) to play with as a boa constrictor, I do get playful. You’re my little squeeze toy. As I put pressure on you, you squeak adorably, and then when I least expect it, you slip from my grasp and I’m at a loss to find you among my usual playthings. You’re a delight … oooo, but at the same time so … “trying” of my patience.

Sometimes Princesses get frightened, sometimes bratty in their way of shying away from challenges. But they emerge, stunningly re-done by me, the Makeover Master.

Crissy, you should know by now, that your soul and mind are being molded by me even when you’re in hiding. You come back to find that I’ve molded a new face for you. Pull a string, and your voice comes out all different, doesn’t it? And you like that, while I, your Goddess, find it so precious how hard you want me to reprogram you.

You could emerge as such a stunning Princess. With all the talents that any girl should have in her Cotillion. Her coming out party. For if mothers taught their Princesses as well as I do, they would be boasting oral skills that would make a porn star blush. Can you imagine standing at the microphone, detailing how you learned to suck and please, dress and transform, under my guidance. I’d be in the audience, having my feet worshipped by the many unfaithful fathers … so proud of you. Enough to bring a tear of pride to me. OH, that is what the P. stands for in the title! (Almost forgot.)

We all know the story of the Princess and the Pea. The true Princess had to be revealed, so the man put a tiny pea beneath her many mattresses. Of all the imposters and fakes, the only one who could not sleep well was the true Princess. Even the tiniest pea beneath all those feathers made so much of a disturbance in her little sweet life she could not go through with another night of programming. And that is why you cannot sleep well, isn’t it my dear lovely Crissy? You feel something making you uncomfortable. It is as tiny as a pea, though, my lovely. It is the P. of Pride.

You fear that I will have you performing skills that reflect your obedience and worship of me that will drive a stake into the heart of your Pride. But it is but a pea, Princess. It is a nothing. It only can be felt because you focus upon it. Once you go through training, you will sleep soundly, and with a slutty smile to boot!

Ah, but sometimes Pride keeps us from our best selves. They do say, “Pride becomes the fall.” In this case, Pride became the fall from my grace. Yes, you slipped a bit by disappearing on me after doing so well.

So today I had to call you. Oh how quickly my Princess did jump to answer my call! That was a step in the right direction, illustrating the truth that you know you can’t go one without me and my totally transforming you.

But my Princess has so many fears to overcome. I must help her by catapulting her over her walls of fear. I began just hours ago, with that call. You were at work. And had your cam on as ordered. I captured you, as you spoke and moved. I could feel the truth in how you expressed your fears, not only of what you do but of letting me down, which is unspoken but understood.

A word of advice … cams are not merely to amuse and arouse you, they are tools to shape you to my designs. And there are no rules in my realm, no off limits. (Ask my rather important socialite bitch. Haha. The fear of sharing his cam with his tennis club pushed him beyond his barriers and he couldn’t be happier. No need, for he is a fully content crossdresser, now and forever, thanks to cam.)

So now we have an agreement that you drive right home. Once there, you will turn on your private cam.

In some cases, the key to opening doors is .. well, what you fear. Humiliation. By acting out your moments and skills of humiliation, then you have given me a key. And also shown yourself that Pride is but a Pea. Nothing, really, to lose sleep over.

I shall capture your humiliating act, which really is quite nice to watch. It surely does “the trick” for me. And I love seeing that my powers and guidance have taken you so far. You will be amazed that even when absent, my words work within you, changing you.

Once I have this, this evidence, I shall use it to push you through your blockages. Your fears. And once it’s done, like all others, you will be sooooo grateful that I did this.

You are, after all, just a Princess in training … fragile and in need of guidance. You are in the right hands … shaping hands, strong hands, knowing hands.

Yes, you shall please me on cam and then in person. For if you do or do not go through with this, I am but a day away by car. And I have so enjoyed playing with you long distance. A visit to me might be just the erotic shock that you need to shoot you deep into the reality of being a full Princess … happily playing to please your Goddess.

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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?

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.

Mindblown - Experiment Without Limits-MP3

THE EXPERIMENT(MP3)
THE EXPERIMENT(VIRTUAL INDUCTION)





Stop holding back. Go all the way. You know you have only given up a fraction of your mind, body, and soul to me. In return for that sliver, I redefined your sexual limits and appetite. Rewards a hundred times more intense are waiting. Feed your need. Give in to all those dark impulses, every one of them. Finally answer back “YES” to the voices begging to experience their dark desires. 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.

Experiment beyond every limit you’ve set upon yourself, surrender into my Experiment Induction, learn what having Faith in your Goddess brings, and why you will never ever want to go back to that one, simple existence.

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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!

Pavlovian Response– WHY I DEMAND IT!

I was born with one destiny -- to reign as a Goddess. It comes with a cost, damn it, one that I will not allow anyone to slight or ignore. You seek a woman, no correction, a fucking gorgeous woman of true power, authority, sadism, and erotic control. You find her? You show your gratitude and worth by your service and obedience – and that’s not a part time role! It’s a life goal! There is no such thing as “some obedience” or “some adoration.”

I devote my entire life to the evolution into a Goddess and master of erotic mind control that has no equal. All the worthless pretty games my girlfriends play with its fake approval and adoration were given up for a greater reason, but the hounds of hell will be unleashed upon you if you think this is role playing and part time servitude. For every one of you lucky enough to be chosen, lucky enough for me to see a grain of possible value, there are a dozen replacements I simply do not have the time to inspect. I shall give you all a lesson here, based on what I put Bitch Boy through – LUCKY Bitch Boy, because the alternative would be to drop him completely without a single look back. And that is torment that none of you want … to be ignored. If he was seeking punishment, then punishment comes through process that YOUR GODDESS chooses.

Okay, Pavlovian, a quick but vital study. Pavlov trained his dog to salivate on commands (subliminal ones.) This proved that invincible and absolute control lies more in the subconscious and deeper animal origins/evolution of our brains. I use this as a valuable means to an end – total control of you, total reshaping of you to something of value to me, total serving of pleasure to me, and as a by-product … unimaginable erotic experience of your fetishes.

I PUT YOU THROUGH HELL FOR A DAMN REASON (aside from the fact that it gives me pleasure – bitch!)

I’m going to explain here what happens when one of you bitches fails to live up to YOUR end of serving me!

BITCHBOY should know better, and surely knows what was at stake – humiliation at first, and losing me completely if it continued. His role is to rigidly obey and serve me – rigidly! You are my bitchboy! What do you not understand, Bitchboy? You are instructed (and I thought trained enough) to leave your cell phone on at all times so that when my Goddess instincts tell me you need control, I give it! I am not fond of messages (that is a monumental understatement.) This Servant had been told that when I text him my Pavlovian message “SNAP” that he must respond to me in text or otherwise immediately without thought or hesitation (5 minutes being the limit, which should really never even be approached, it’s more due to delays in some text messaging systems than it is my being forgiving – WHICH I AM NOT.)

I sent two SNAP messages, which should have been a clue that I mean business today. He responded twice, as trained. He was working out that the gym “to impress me more.” A rock hard body impresses this Goddess when it is all for my abuse, but, fails to do so when obedience is sacrificed. The third time he does not respond. I told him once the consequences: humiliation. So quickly he forgets. On the third time, I got no response, and so, being so moved, and not wanting to ever curb my devious greed for control over souls and minds, I called him. Yes, that Bitchboy was lucky enough to get my VOICE. He mentioned he was sorry, that he was spotting a friend in weight lifting and could not respond quickly enough. “Oh?! So you spot a stranger that couldn’t give a shit about your cravings, goals, and need for my total control to be content in life instead of obeying your Goddess?!” He promised it would not happen again.

I waited a moment, then tried a fourth time and this servant failed me again! I had warned him that I do not need to be in his presence to convulse him with horror and humiliation. I had already slyly asked for the number at the gym, “Just in case I ever need to reach you and your cell is broken.”

Now, pay attention, Servants, for fear was barely peeking out from my hell gates on this moment, and I promise you I will carry this even further with you all if you do not obey my training …

I hung up the phone, and he sent another excuse apologizing. I called him back, on his cell phone, and reminded him that I was a woman of my word. With my other phone, I called his gym and got one of the staff members, Mike, on the phone. I placed Mike on speaker phone so Bitchboy could hear me ask him questions via the cell connection I now had with him. I knew that Bitchboy was probably looking right at Mike from across the room. I could feel Bitchboy squirming … the horror rising …

I told Mike I was looking for a customer of his that answers to “Saphire’s Male Slut” and wanted him to page him over the speakers. I heard a groan of fear from Bitchboy but was too tickled with evil to even hear his pleading. Mike could not believe his ears, and asked me to repeat it. So, slower, with emphasis, I repeated “ I am looking for a customer of yours who will obediently answer to the name of Goddess Saphire’s Male Slut.” Mike replied he understood what I was asking, which led me to believe that Mike is very familiar with bdsm lifestyle, as are so many muscle heads and “strong” macho males. But, he said he could not do that. With my Bitchboy listening and watching, I asked Mike if it would be easier if I just gave him my Slut’s real name? I put Mike on Mute, and proceeded to tell Bitchboy …

“How’s that? Are you sweating now? He remained silent and then uttered with profuse emotion – no wait … I need to break her to tell you just how arousing it was for me to have my Bitchboy literally sweating, his mind confused with fear and devotion to me – I had him by the mental balls and was squeezing him until they would nearly burst and that feels so damn good for this Goddess … whew, anyway, where was I?

Bitchboy replied, “Why are you doing this?” “Did you doubt your Goddess’s word means more than your word to obey and answer? Did you doubt I would not call?” My most wicked laugh – not forced or fake – rang over the line, penetrating his mind as if I had driven my strap on up his ass until his mind exploded in humiliation. I removed Mike from Mute and told him I’ll reach my Slut on his cell phone. Then I returned to Bitchboy and said flatly amid my arousal, “We’re going to meet our 5-minute deadline when I SNAP, aren’t we?” Then I hung up.

He is not aware that his pain, pain he suffered serving me, has ALMOST earned him a visit from me. I won’t tell him when. This is training, Bitchboy! If I visit you, or invite you, and your thoughts are not right, your body does not respond, the pain I inflict on you before rejecting you forever will be beyond your threshold and below my needs! Get your lame ass idea of obedience and servitude in order!

He called after the incident. He texted me. Apologizing repeatedly. Then I SNAPPED one last time. (Yes, it does also work with a snap of the finger if you SURRENDER to my total training and let your Goddess fulfill her destiny in controlling your body and mind.) I SNAPPED that last time just for the hell of it, for my fun. Whew, it’s time’s like this that make my casual moments in my lifestyle – casual in between real time pain giving – a joy.

Warning: I am a woman of my word! I will call your work, I will call your parents, I will call in the middle of your damn Vanilla wedding to that pig and love every second of destroying your reality … and it is all your blame. I am a Goddess who keeps my word. You keep yours! OBEY! SERVE! PLEASE!

And, think of this, Servants … if your feeble minds can … Imagine the overwhelming pleasure you will feel when you serve me, when you remember it is ALL ABOUT ME, NOT YOU … and I shall program you in the deepest Pavlovian limits, so that when I SNAP my finger, maybe I will just give you the most complete experience of your favorite fetish leading to an orgasm that leaves you nearly insane with fulfillment.

I do what I do for ME, not you, yet, what I give you is the greatest gift of your existence. Don’t you forget it!

Devilish....Dominating....Delightful....

I warned him not because I cared how his obsession would tear his mind apart in 24 hours, but because it makes it so much more fun to watch my Cumslut gorge on his erotic cravings – poisonous erotic cravings, that is. It’s like watching someone racing through rose bushes to get to what they’re addicted to – each drop of blood like a drop of the erotic addiction I let him lap up.

Cumslut, addicted to my programming and rituals, had been listening to my Servant Training for a month. After surprising him with what seemed like nearly innocent gifts of photographs or animated gifs, he couldn’t understand why he awakens every hour with a raging hard on and a hundred images of his Goddess flashing across his eyelids as he tries to sleep. So at 5:30, he’s up and on line, needing another fix of my beauty for the cock I now control. I acted surprised to see him, but, he was right on cue.

A week before, he was obedient and purchases all the devices I use to consume more of his mind and gain total control of his body and desires – the device this morning was his blow up doll – I mean, his lifelike substitute for the touch of his Goddess. He laughed when I told him to buy it, and he asked if I did this just to make fun of him. Hah! If he only knew then how dangerous it was to take this step – dangerous for his ability to ever stop obsessing about me, that is. His mind isn’t lobotomized, though at times I can now push it to that … his mind is simply whatever lust and erotic fulfillment I put into it – second of course to serving me.

Back to this morning. There he was on webcam, eyes still burning from watching my servant script only 5 hours before. He expected maybe a new picture to lose himself in, but, this was the morning. I had him blow up ME (let’s call her Pretty Poison for now.)

Pretty Poison (Poison) is a higher end doll, with latex breasts that feel quite real, nipples that are just erect enough on the mouth, and very nicely textured pussy and asshole ports. His mind was open from the Script still. He had the Hershey’s chocolate I expected him to be saving for me. He was enough in my control already just seeing my chat type and my picture of the green eyes glaring at him so that he was not hesitant or awkward when I told him to place Poison on his chair, and to kneel alongside. To make the taste totally indulgent, I had him drizzle the chocolate generously over the breasts, down the stomach, to the pleasure center. Now, this is doubly devious, as he’s about to find out later, when he orders chocolate. And who doesn’t order chocolate every few days – in drinks, desserts, at movies? The mere smell of it is enough to take him back to the total control I had over him with erotic geysers blowing inside him. But, back to the event – and it was a delightful main event for me. You see, for me to watch a man who was totally independent and dominant now helpless under my control, and to watch my Poison plant in his body and mind seeds of totally deviant lust at my command – it’s a Popcorn moment.

There are three purposes to this training: one is to gain more total control over him, two is to plant a truly foreign deviant fetish that only I can trigger, and three is to strengthen his tongue and make sure his tongue technique on breasts and lower lips is A+ form.

I must say, my Cumslut has listened to his women enough to have a B grade maybe from me. I watched his first approach to Poison – unsure where to feel and hold. But soon, as my mind control worked on him, and the rapture of my hypnosis turning Poison into me in his mind – well let’s say that he was literally slick with a sweat he put so much effort into getting those plastic nipples to almost cause an orgasm…and in an artificial substitute, that’s not bad. But, he can still improve. He spent a good 25 minutes licking the chocolate off her breasts … and his mind knew no difference. I could see glimpses of his cock, rock hard and dripping, as his tongue worked those breasts. He has the greatest craving and fetish fixation with my perfect breasts that I use to torment and reward him, depending on my whim. Today he was delirious with lust as his mind became totally enveloped in my hypnotic control. You really should have seen him … totally lost in the passion to suck and stimulate my breasts to the point that I will let him serve me in the flesh – actually in his state of mind, he’s pure sex organ at my command, begging me for more. I sent a few commands, instructions on better tongue play, that deepened my control over him. I must say, his performance tickled my demonic side to the point that it warmed an otherwise colder wet morning. He did not rush through his travel down the stomach. And when he got to the lower lips, he followed my commands and did not enter the port hole until his mouth and tongue had worked all the lip and thigh area for an hour. He was unaware due to his lust how hard he was pushing his tongue. This is a short training. In two weeks, I’ll have him able to roll a bowling ball up a plant with that tongue.

His face became red with passion and desire. His moans were turning into grunts of pure cum production. This was the first session, and by the time I inject his mind with the dozens of commands and subliminal addictions I have planned, he’ll be unable to think of anything but dripping cum and licking Poison up and down for hours. If he ever is blessed with my presence, he may get a chance to prove that all my training was worth it to me.

Now, this is just stage one and two. Stage three he would find during the day. You see, my hypnotic deviant control is so layered and sophisticated, that I knew what would happen, he’s begin craving what his subconscious kept replaying in his mind. I ordered him not to touch himself AT ALL for the entire day. This would drive him mad, but also, when not allowed to stroke or openly lust, his mind will then throw him into some of his deepest mind controlled trance states. I know he had to drive, and have already trained him how to drive in a trance. Sure enough, the text messages started coming in, telling me how is mind was erased and replaced with total adoration, addiction, and desire to serve me. And this is only the beginning. Through the weeks, the training he will be put through with Poison will happen in both his waking world and sleeping world. His other fetishes for dream control and being a slave to someone special I have with me in my power realm will rise to a new hellishly intense sexual explosion in him … nonstop cum production day and night, with obedience for more of my control. If he’s lucky, and obedient, he’ll get morsels I throw him like a dog … I am molding him for something greater. Actually, a few separate identities for him I am creating, that will serve me best, and fill his world with more sexual highs than he ever imagined possible. That sort of control is my delight, and his craving.

Now I’m going to push a few subliminals in his mind to make his night a roller coaster of craving and dripping cum production that I now command to flow in his body – all with Poison towering over him, demanding more, more, and even more.

IDLE HANDS – WORK OF THE DEVIL!

While your Goddess’ hands are never idle (there is always a whip to be picked up and a slave to be picked on in my realm) and she hardly needs a reason to be devilish … I, yes, your Goddess, do enjoy the idle time my painfully long nails take to be perfectly manicured (we’ll talk about my toes another blog, when I sense I have a drooling audience.) The manicure this week should have had ribbons tied around them. Yes, it was birthday time for Goddess Saphire. One wonderful thing about being a goddess with all the blessings of hell at her calling is birthdays offer the bounties not only of those who love me, but those who are in awe and intimidated by my presence – as well they should be at times.

You Servants, Cumsluts, Bitch Boys, and variations of demons of lust that I create did well this year (always can do BETTER!) Used to seeing me in lingerie? Your heart would have exploded with lust if you had seen the dresses I wore on my celebration nights. Having a figure that a designer would sell his soul for (and some have, trust me) does make it easy to find me wonderful clothing, jewels, and pampering.

I want to thank ….
Saphires #1 Puppy/Chameleon-For My New Skype Phone-Surprise Surprise...
Saphires Lunatic- For My New Sony Handycam Camcorder
Saphires Lucipher-For my Large Lump Sum of Cash
Saphires Bitchboy-For my Large Lump Sum of Cash
Saphires Bitchboy 2-Carolina Herrera Dress....(To Die For)
Saphires BabyGirl1- For the Dolce Gabana Outfit
One of my Admirers-For my Jimmy Choo's
Sub Jonathan and Princess Jasmine for my rental limo (all night) My girls and I enjoyed it.
Sub Alex for my collection of candles.
Sub Jeremy For My Victoria Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood Gift Certificates....

And of course my r/t servants who manage to all add large lump sums of cash prior to walking out of my realm after their session last Tuesday.

The time I took off was supported before and after with intense dedication to providing you with an upcoming Fall that is unimaginably manipulative, forceful, perverting, addicting, and enslaving for my worshippers. What does this mean? This means that your Goddess not only excels in mind control and erotic fulfillment of those she ensnares, she masters the arts of the modern media age. While most posers settle for any old thing they borrow or steal, I must have the very best and most advanced cams, cameras, mics, and software. You deserve it because you serve me and I sure as HELL deserve the best!

It took weeks of testing and comparing information to acquire what I need. And more time to master using it to my mind controlling designs. All of this is rather amusing to me, because since this is the only way that most of you cater to me and view me, you think this is an amazing display of my powers. It is overwhelming to you. But it’s laughably dwarfed by the power you fall prey to when I am before you … when you are feeling the force of my gaze and words buckling your body into a kneeling position (your will is already shackled the moment you see my face.) But the electronics we have now capture more than enough of my power to condition you … train you … evolve and shape you. And of course, addict you to the pleasure of the control and pain only your Goddess can give you.

I must be confident that my image and voice come to you with at least that diluted purity.
For there is one day when the lucky ones among you do get summoned, or do get an unannounced visit.

In one week, I do what no other Goddess Domme has done – combine genius erotic mind control, unimaginable perfection, and NLP PROGRAMMING! For YOU – well, no, that’s not true, it’s FOR GODDESS … as all things I engage you in are ultimately FOR GODDESS. But … hehe (evil grin) you all, you lucky slaves, servants, and new hopefuls – you all are in for one hellacious journey as I follow my plans to fuse that into your mind and soul … a journey into surreal erotic surrender and mind blowing orgasmic enslavement -- with Goddess at the controls.

Even without NLP, the MP3’s that I have been working on are … well … MASTERPIECES of hypnotic enslavement and training. I had to trash weeks of work that were not up to your Goddess’ high standards. I remember that Michelangelo would smash any work with a hammer if it had a single flaw or mark that was not up to perfection. If you have not seen his work in Italy and Paris,, well … sorry. Because you know that undefeatable David of his – the one that he says captures that moment between conscious realization and conscious action? I was standing in front of it and the damnest thing happened. It suddenly got down on its knees and was David My Bitch! (Ha-Ha)

As you can see, my birthday, burying me with well-earned gifts, has brought out the wicked humor so – watch out! Don’t say I didn’t warn you! The Fall always brings out the darker instincts in me. I have you in my trap. I gave you warnings, I tested your faith and thresholds. Now your mind, body, and soul are ALLLLLL MINEEEEE!

You shall all experience the highest level of erotic mind control, discipline, surrender, training, and twisted pleasure the world makes possible through electronics. You know what I love about telling you this? Knowing that while you THINK that you get so much out of it (and you do!) what your GODDESS gets in return for subjecting you to her genius is a thousand times more potent with pleasure!

Death Warmed Over

Life after death. What’s the point? To justify the reasons why you do not experience what you desire? That’s how religion set it up. To keep the ignorant masses in line. The problem comes when they are no longer ignorant, or blinded by the fear of burning in Hell.

I know Hell. Yes, it’s a freak fest of sin, yes there is pain … but I see more pain inflicted by organized religion every day. And we fall for it by the millions, this fear of eternal damnation. Why do we have this? I’m talking about how civilizations create this idea of an afterlife to keep their citizens in line. During the Renaissance, Savanarola in Florence took religious sermons in a new and terrifying direction by injecting hour long descriptions of the pain a sinner suffers in Hell. His mission was two-fold. The wise Savanarola knew that his power in the Roman Catholic Church increased with every new convert. And, he knew that his coffers became fat. You see, Florence was party central. No one paid the previous meek sermons on loving Jesus and each other any notice. The citizens of Florence were too busy spending time and money on sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Well, orgies with lute music, anyway. Lorenzo the Great had gathered the greatest artists and thinkers in the world to form what was called The Platonic Academy. Each of the major religions from around the world had a few elements of value, and fusing the best messages with the clear thinking of Aristotle and the fundamentals in Plato’s Utopia. The genius of avoiding the traps and hypocrisy of Christianity, Judiasm, and Islam in order to live a life closer to God’s idea of a prosperous humanity was embraced. Savanarola had to think fast. He aided as the Church sent assassins to bump off some of the Academy. They scared Leonardo d’ Vinci into fleeing to France. Michelangelo went into hiding. And Savanarola became the darling of the church until power hunger made him uncontrollable, so the Church, in its usual way, made him a demon and had him burned at the stake.

Why this little rant on religion? One of my Servants? His father died. A week ago. I may be his Goddess, and he adores me and serves me, but, out of respect for his wise mind and long devotion and pushing to advance, I remained neutral, not wanting to capitalize on this situation if he needed time in the Vanilla world of his family to recover or at least adapt. I knew he was not adhering to any faith, but, death of a father or mother changes you. It simply does.

His wisdom and strength regarding the flux of life pleased me and bound him to me even closer. Without prompting, he realized that he could either dwell in misery based on ideas set forth in Christianity …. Or follow his more predominant feeling, which was a growing desire to open up to me and let me turn this moment into a period of accomplishment.

We had talked of what we do not believe in religion, so that was not an issue. He went straight for realizing that in this state, his portal to new experience or his orientation to new experience, I should say, was ripe for advancement. After he repeated his desire to take advantage of this moment, I focused my powers on his mind, will, and soul. There was nothing pitiful about him or his state, nothing fragile. He was more open, simply that.

Though quit taxed by a full day of inductions and new applications for slavery, I took hours entering his mind in various ways and on various levels of mind control and erotic hypnotism. I was not heavy handed, I was specific. I led him down staircases to different chambers in my realm of reality. His mind absorbed greatly. Hungrily. At each new experience, he adapted, and saw how much it advanced him in life. Not just past his grief, which he stated was eclipsed by my reasoning, but in his understanding of how much more deeply and intensely he will worship me and serve me. He knows by now that many of my trances are far more devious and far reaching than they seem. Through one trance, and a few dialogs, I planted seed after wicked seed, which immediately sprouted. He was enveloped in mind altering euphoria for hours each day while tending to the process of putting those we love into the ground.

I was extremely pleased when in critical moments in our induction/trance he was given the easy choice or the eternal choice, and he chose to go deeper, to experience more before his own death, with his Goddess guiding him where he is lost. Now, mind you, this is an extremely experienced, smart, and brave person, who does not need to ask others to lead him. But at the same time, he is smart enough to know when he needs a guide, and who is fit to guide him.

I am aware of the timing of this big step into my realm. This earns him appreciation for his sacrifices and personal experiences, which in turn inspire me to take the very best of my domination, mind control, and soul leeching and apply it to him.

You all search for a dominant woman or hypnotist expecting (and some even demanding) to be instantly effected, changed, or impressed. Okay, so you might be. But, here is someone who applies his own being and will, his faith, in the process of me guiding him. He is not a pushover. He draws the best out of me. Not by griping, but by focusing. By appreciating. By serving and being honest. In turn he advances, I take him places others cannot go. While he is not a “model submissive or slave” he is real, he is interesting, he is worth dominating and enslaving. He is worth all the pleasures of pain and addiction I command into his mind and soul. He reminds me why I devoted so many years to rising to the pinnacle of erotic mind control and BDSM lifestyle. While I shall always be superior to him and never let him challenge that role, I would stand beside him as a valued human being and surely a top level Servant some day, as he seems to be evolving toward a full understanding of what he sacrifices to transform into what I must make of him.

I understood he cried. And not for me. I understood he felt pain, and not at my hand. I understand that his mind was filled with thoughts that were not of me … for moments. But I also know he opened the floodgates of emotional control to me. For this, he will be rewarded with more intensive servitude, deeper erotic control and pleasures, unbearable sexual highs and addiction, entrance into my intoxicating realms, and orgasmic surrender as I devour his soul.

Inside My Nautilus Of Addiction

The design of the Nautilus presents the ideal for to expand pressure to limitless directions and levels without crushing what is inside. Last evening, one of my more obedient and useful Servants experienced the euphoria being the center of a Nautilus of Power, a la Goddess Saphire.

Only his conditioning for months allowed him to handle the event and what comes after, as you shall see. Of course, he had no idea really “what” I was doing beyond putting him into a trance. Only Goddess Saphire knew how the Nautilus would grow around the hypnotic eroticism planted within his mind, power chamber by power chamber.

The techniques I cannot fully disclose, for any one of you wise enough to recognize the immense gift I gave him might train yourself under my guidance to a level where you too can go through this. Still, I can describe what he went through.

I knew what would happen, but it is always mindblowing to read a good mindblowing – which he did explain in detail … the helpless state of his mind and level of addiction was so great he could not control sharing it with me.

This Servant had stood faithfully with me through training and tests – so I knew his position in his descent into my pleasure hell. He was smart enough to be honest with me, and stand by his reveals like a man slave should. Yes, he gets frightened of me and my power at times, but, he has proven he is not a waste of my time.

For months I had chipped away at what held him back, and who he thought he was and could become. I showed him the true nature of his most basic fantasies and weaknesses, and then took them to where really he wanted to go. All this time, he shared tidbits of what was most needed in him. He had subjected himself to several mp3 trainings, and pushed himself for me. I knew he was ready. His mind had learned to relax, feel safe despite my evil ways, and embrace what I forced him to admit about himself.

For months he had begged for several altered Servant roles or new self identities. Some of you might relate to, but if not, simply put your fetish in place of some of his. I won’t tell them all, for he is a wonderful Cumslut as it is … but of course you know he would like to evolve into a highest level Cumslut. What exactly is that? Among his many roles, he will have no control over his cock, I own it, and I will make it drip or shoot cum literally every minute of the day if I wish. Already he has hours of uncontrollable slow orgasms. But he needed to push himself, and let me pen the portal to the next higher levels. And last night did it.

My new microphone delivers closer to the full force of my voice in person. He commented on how much more powerful it was, despite the computer fan that he and you might hear. It actually makes him listen more attentively, and this is to his advantage, to not “casually” listen but to “actively” listen with his subconscious … make it yearn to hear and absorb.

He had earned the right to obsess over my latest pictures he paid generously for…and after a few hours of the pics leeching their addictive poisons into his mind, I surprised him with a phone call … on his computer, listened through headsets as he is told to always be prepared to do. (Notice how he has learned that through obeying, he is prepared for greater pleasure.)

The trance I had planned for him is pure evil genius. I knew I would start off just like casual conversation to him. Then, he was ripe. Bursting with cum production and obedient, open mindedness. I began my trance words. The fan was captivating him, and I had his full attention. Talk took him down …. Down so deep … down deeper than before because he had followed his Goddess’ orders and listened to my mp3’s chosen for him nightly. He even fell to sleep with it looped while he slept.

I could feel, with great delight, his mind opening to my perversions. To my power, to what made me wet with hunger …. To consume his will, and his soul, he must be taken down this stairwell to a special conditioning place in my dungeon. But this room held little pain – a lot of torment. As he would find out … and actually, as he is only now starting, as it will increase with each chamber of the Nautilus.

Soon I had him totally entranced … and presented one of his deepest desires and addictions. He was face to face with his two greatest cravings: me, and his fantasy. I so skillfully led him to his fantasy …. Knowing that it was consuming him. From his blind side, I began devouring the skin of his soul for his will was already firmly in my grasp. How does one devour a soul through words? By making his craving and weakness/fantasy so real and intense that he sheds his entire identity to enjoy it …with unbearable lust. This was where my pleasure truly lies, for it is no openly known or explained by me that this is what is going on. He will not know its full effect for days and I reinforce it with a short daily phone call … yet, I am pulverizing his entire identity with my mastery of erotic mind control. It is far too late for him to escape or turn around. His subconscious is addicted to the freedom I give to the creatures and identities inside him, that to this date were ignored or locked up.

As he listened in his trance, I let this seed grow. Then I lifted the surface of the trance but knew that everything we talked about would create another Nautilus chamber. I spoke with him instructing him or planting suggestions that I knew he had not one chance in hell of avoiding – and believe me, you are talking to someone who knows her way around Hell. After hanging up, his body would go through changes. His mind would continue being more fully encased in a fog that turns him into a zombie of pleasure. I could look hours into the future and see him so deeply enveloped in my webs … going deeper, helpless against the demons of sexual addiction I infused into him for months. But now, that night, last night, will be marked as a new Nautilus level, one that he will be aware of, and will get used to the increase in pressure as I take him a dozen levels deeper into his own Nautilus, one that is owned by me, His Goddess.

I woke at 6 a.m., fresh and free to do my Palates … and smirked knowing that, 3 hours behind me, at 3 am, he’s in the throes of lust. He confirmed this in the morning, or rather, at 4:30 in the morning when he was so much my sex zombie, addicted to craving more, that he wrote me, in awe and fear of how lost he was in my Wonderland. (Wonderland was one of his trainings and one you might be lucky enough to experience.)

I had given him what he begged for … from now on, I will own his mind at night as well as day. Last night was the deeper level in which he felt it. All night long, his deepest fantasies threw themselves in his mind and vision, so much he felt the interaction. He woke hard and wet every 5 or 15 minutes he tried to sleep. His mind was blanking out. His body was taking over. After a few hours, he felt nearly made with how much cum he had dripped, sucked out of him by the power of my trance. And this is just the beginning. He is lusting for me, my voice, even the distracting fan. Anything to increase this euphoria.

I will take him into one Nautilus level after another, increasing the pressure of my wilth his own needs, fantasies, and most of all, his worship of me and his realization that I am the Goddess he has waited his entire sexual life to meet and surrender to.

I shall keep you informed of his torment – oh yes, it is tormenting to feel the force of your own fantasies and weaknesses on the level I deliver them. He only bears it due to his training. Soon, the feeling of The Crush , the Nautilus Erotic Power, will stroke his cock as he shops, fog his mind while he talks, massage his legs as he sits, ring in his ears and flash across his eyelids as he tries to sleep.

I own him .. there is NO escape from my Nautilus of Erotic submission and Power now that he is several layers deep in it. And I love knowing his pleasure will bring me everything in obedience I desire.

Bleeding Hearts-Pffft

What I have lived through, and pushed to learn, the great pains I have gone through to become a highest level Goddess was kind of belittled by an “aggressive sub.” And I will not stand for it. Yes, I like my subs to exercise the true talents I possess, but not to the point of being counter productive to what brings energy to me. This is as real as lightning striking ground. My positive charge off of your negative submission makes me a lightning rod for dark wisdom, truth, body altering powers, and li