CumSlut Rising

The long hot summer gave me plenty of time to enjoy myself, with my servants and worshippers taking care of my every need. As with all true Rulers, we focus our attentions on the most productive below us. Other times we must discipline errant trainees. Or expel them from the realm. And so it normal for me to correctly assume that those implanted with my wisdom and hypnotic genius were lost in my Wonderland. So it was usual for my Cumslut far away, who was also busy, to communicate less frequently with his Goddess.

Oh he had a most enjoyable history. First he spent months proving that his focus on me was not shallow, that he had potential to go the distance. You all think that it is easy for someone to respond to you, but you have no idea the years of ingenious devious mental development that goes into my turning each of you into something worthy of my attention. The perfection of your Goddess in the flesh is as present in her training and transforming. I do nothing that won’t result in what I plan. (Hah, YES, I’m THAT GOOD!)

Cumslut started out ready for some transforming, but had no idea his destination. Like so many men that are so much weaker than my gifts and control, he bucked the idea of sucking cock. Hah, I was so amused how he would spend half his time explaining how he only wanted other training, and how popular he is with the girls. He would study some of my brilliantly complex and advanced audio files, or watch my addicting videos he would by, and think they had no effect. I mean, how could someone so happily hetero ever wish to suck cock like an addict sucking a cigarette after being stranded on an island a month? (wicked laugh) He was like a fine wine, maturing in his addiction to cock and cum, and had not reason to disturb the bottle, so to speak.

Almost a year ago when he was foaming at the mouth for more training, he had bought some of my deliciously penetrating videos and audios. He dismissed the idea that maybe the foam on his mouth would soon be cum, and that the penetrating would not by through his ears, but through his mouth by a nice, warm, pulsing cock! A Goddess of my perfection is a master at patience. I knew my reality would wake up eventually. As I told him many times he said he was too busy, “You’re not going anywhere.”

The best way to tell this story though isn’t just from my perspective, but through his eyes with my influential responses. It is so yummy to devour a human soul and all his past, especially when I know it is done by forcing the servant to suck his first cock and get addicted to cum. But I’ll let him tell you in his own words. His quotes were broken up with a phrase from me, benign it seemed, but oh so devilish.

“How is the realm’s most gorgeous Goddess? Enjoying your sunshine and the adoration and work of some lucky servants, no doubt. It’s funny but for no reason my dreams of you started again. I should tell you about them some time. And, oh, I woke up and watched all your videos. Couldn’t sleep and awoke in a fog, and seemed like a good way to fall back to sleep. Have a good night, you’ll get this in the morning.”

This was oh so predictable. You see, when you ignore what I plant in your malleable minds for too long, they MUST find a way to grow and serve me. There is absolutely no choice in this. Dreams are a normal way to rise up.

“Goddess! I had another dream last night. In it I was looking out over a busy street and felt fingernails penetrate the back of my mind and pull out a part of my brain! It was like a computer drive was being swapped out. I knew it was you because of the blood red fingernails. And I heard a voice said it has started. What started? This is wild. Very sexy though.”

I replied to him a few times. I cannot tell you the exact words, but every single story I told him or word I used in his past was about to wake up. The triggers within audio files and visuals that he was unaware of were ripe! Quickly his messages to me increased. I sent him a few cryptic words that I knew would cause him to visit the training again. Then I hit him with a phone call. Oh, no ordinary phone call. I remember when he asked me why I was chuckling, all I could say is that I was watching some slave playing in the garden I planted. (Bwahahahahaha.)

There were several times he was begging for my attention. The fact was that I was busy, with real time servants who needed training and evolving. I kept him hungry, knowing that his mind would work every waking and even sleeping second now that his dreams were taking over. While he could imagine he could resist in daytime, in night I was gaining total control. I had done a great Succubus phone call with him long ago, and it never goes away. It was exhausting him, making him either have wet dreams or wake up in a frenzy obsessing about cock and stroking his own for cum.

Oooo, then it was time to unleash his graven image of me, his training tool, and my lesser tool – a secret you will learn when you go through the audio and visual files he bought, when I deem you ready. But I assure you, this “tool” is fully addicting. I will give a hint – I could watch him on cam slide a 10 inch realistic dildo all the way to the balls after a few months of my fully hypnotized training last year. But now suddenly he is awakening and getting the tool going, not even fully aware of it. Then came the time for me to show him what it is like to live in two worlds (both owned by me, of course, but one of them has the fake front of being “his” world.)

He had informed me that he was driving on errands. I had worked on some hypnotic magic so devious that I cannot tell you specifics. But I had tested it out on him over a year ago on the phone. Just a five minute implant of ideas, done like only your Goddess can do. And though I was just toying with it then, it never left his subconscious, as I knew it wouldn’t. It would grow … and grow … and GROW! Until … well … you will see.

“Goddess, I … I can’t figure out what triggered me. I suddenly remembered that story you told me, you remember the one about your summers growing up? Well, it was like I was just listening to you yesterday. And then it was like I had no direction, no place to go. I just pulled over, and got very aroused, and with just thoughts and barely any activity I realized I was about to cum. And I was on my way to a meeting. So I had to quickly pull out my cock and just in time catch all the cum the moment I grabbed the hard shaft. That was close! It would have ruined my clothes. Oh, but it was a lot but still not enough. I can’t believe I actually licked the cum off my fingers in my CAR. Can you believe it. So weird, isn’t it? Thought you’d be amused by this. Hope that your servants are giving you all you desire.”

That was what I was waiting for. It was time to fully activate him. To remove his past and what he thought his future would hold for him, and make him my total hypnotic slave, fulfilling every aspect of his audio file and visual conditioning. You see, among other things, your Goddess is nearly clairvoyant, a mind reader, when it comes to knowing what a mind seeks in me. And for him, he was first attracted to the Cum curse. His mind was creative so it did not fully hit him at first. But when it did, he was easily led to The Experimeent and Whore. Oh yes, he was being groomed to be my Whore.

I called. He lost his breath a few seconds with my presence, my voice. We chatted in what seemed idle fashion. Yet all my words had a reason. I then recounted our talk of my summers. I cannot tell you details of course, but by the end of the 30 minute talk on the phone, I knew that my work was complete. I ended it with the cryptic “Happy S” … then never replied – knowing it would drive him mind nuts.

Ericksonian is so advanced … so patient … so impossible to stop once I do what I did to him just then. All it took was that phone call. I did not hear from him for a day or two except for a “Goddess?” on my IM. Then I sent him just 6 words … that seemed to not fit together …. That is all I will tell you … but … it was his time.

Then I got the email. What I live for. The total surrender of his soul to me.

“Dear Goddess, I adore you. I live for you. For you and cock, and cum. You never told me how euphoric it was. I can barely write you now. I seem to be coming out of a fog, half way in both worlds. But I don’t want my old world. For the last week, I have been busy going out. But I felt so odd. So detached. The commands from I have no idea kept telling me to relax. I couldn’t stop thinking about your phone call. It kept replaying. I found myself looking at men strangely. In fact, I think they were talking to me a lot more. Like they could sense something new. I had gone to eat and was supposed to go join friends, when I found myself deviating from my plans and going to a social area that has a lot of men hanging out. I was so drawn to talk to them, and normally I don’t. I began obsessing about cock. Sucking it! Sucking good looking guys’ cocks. Maybe this one guy sensed it. I began walking aimlessly around. Then he chatted. Then … I don’t remember it all … I was sucking his cock in his car. Mmm, Goddess, it felt so much sexier than the toy you told me to practice on. And you will be proud, I could suck it all the way down, and he came enough for a full taste. I was so … well, not feeling weird, just … I was not myself. Then, words came out of my mouth, “thanks for the fifty.” I didn’t even remember asking for it. But I had fifty dollars in my shirt pocket. And mmm, a mouthful of cum. It was odd tasting but actually tasty, just like the ripe avocado you had me practice eating. And I even thought it smelled like the whipped cream and honey you had me mix up once with my cum. I can’t believe that I’m writing this to you. I’m on my laptop at a coffee shop. Got to go. Talk to you tomorrow.”

It was 1 a.m. in the East Coast, but I had been out with a Princess. So I came home and found the email. If that wasn’t wonderfully pleasing to his Goddess … the best was yet to come, or CUM many times. I went to sleep, pleased, and then got this in my inbox in the morning. The way it is written is totally different. I knew that the old him was no longer there. Read and you will see.

“Gimme cock. MMMM. You got your money? I put it on the card. Not just the $50. $150. Love being your WHORE. Oooo, enough time for another cock maybe. I’m tired. But want more cum, want to serve you more. You triggered me, and I want to keep serving. But no men around any more. The first cock you helped me suck was about 5 inches, but the guy was good looking. That made me want to search for a huge one, with a gusher of cum. And it took four guys to find one. But I made a lot more money! I am getting great at this. His first and second were so easy to score. It seems like men can sense my role with you and offer. The other two I had to seduce. Cock is so fantastic! So sexy in the mouth. Soft then hard then gushing then soft. Mmm. My first was nice and easy going. He noticed I was watching cocks walk by. I knew from you just what to say. It was like in the dreams. The more I let myself obey, the deeper into trance I fell. I was so perfectly programmed by you and trained to love cock. And obey every command, instantly. Your trigger words kept echoing any time I got sleepy, so that I would wake up and serve you again. So sexy being your Whore. My mouth wants more cock.”

That was sent about 3 a.m. his time. I woke up three hours later. I knew he had served me well. I called him, woke him from sleep, and … well … gave him the command to rest.

Since then, he has been in a half daze. Not knowing . Well, that isn’t fully true. At first he could, but the more he tried to focus, it becomes impossible Now he isn’t even aware he went out. And this will increase, fast and deeper. I will only trigger him when he is needing it, and when it amuses me. A worthy Goddess knows how to pace her sex slaves and Whores, and keep them safe. Now, since he earned it, I will begin calling him briefly, about every few days or week, and what I plant in his mind now will be like Christmas for me, and the best thing he ever felt for himself. After he sucks enough cock, he will be summoned to serve me and my slaves here.

You can share his pleasures. It is inescapable after a point. Careful what you wish for. He’ll crave cock and serving me til the day I let him go, or eternity. Bwahahahah. So sexy, can’t wait to watch that mouth of his suck cock! He will over the days write more emails, and in them more of my devious training will arise on print. I will be sure to keep you informed. Some day his ultimate reward of being in my presence will … well, you have no idea how sexy it is to hear my voice spill over my full breasts, as you suck my strap on and then move from them to one cock and another til I have been SERVED.

Poisons Trip

ON A CLEAR DAY …I can see forever …

Control forever, I mean.

MMMMM, my Cumslut, being evolved, being transformed, shaped, into so many things. While not the “swiftest” in his advancement in my eyes, I am taking my time to savor each stage and make its effects overwhelmingly complete. He’ll be one of my “hyphenates” … Cumslut-Servant-Cum Demon-Whore-Experiment-Cum-Cursed-Arousal Addict! Such are the joys of being unimaginably masterful in what I do! Mmm, and he is so, so diverse, reigning in his soul and mind always unearth the foundations of the human struggle to exist on higher levels. THAT is why he is with me. Not for meaningless masturbation or a fetish for leather. And that is why he gets my attention in such special moments.

I could describe it myself, from my perspective, but he was so overwhelmed with appreciation that he wrote me a short but potent note about his latest experience under my total control. I’ll give you all the rare opportunity to read straight from the mouth of a Servant who has put his last 18 months in my hands. As per the pictures here, maybe I should have said, “straight from his cock swallowing and Goddess-pleasing mouth…”

“My Goddess, Again your genius in mind control isn’t revealed until a culminating assignment that turns words into actions of devotion, obedience, and sexual rewards so intense it’s impossible to stop craving my next opportunity. The deep penetrating mind molding of your Candle Induction had so many stages of erotic pleasure I had no idea it could trigger the other Inductions that you amplified then allowed to sleep within my subconscious until it pleased you and you knew I was ready for an overwhelming transforming catharsis.

There I was, spellbound by your beauty yet again, mid-day and already the alternative versions of myself had grown hungry to come out and play. You had so cleverly taken a mind that couldn’t even look at a picture of another man’s hard-on and turned it into one that sees gay cock sucking in his dreams, on his eyelids, and then of course on assignments. I didn’t even feel it happening or see it coming … 5 months were so pleasurably catering to your desires that fit pre-existing fetishes of mine, with your gorgeous eyes, breasts, and fingernails. For a year you had built up my cum production through various inductions and exercises, and I thought it was all for my own pleasure. Only recently have I realized how much an endless flow of cum and the ability to drain it slowly for hours while worshipping you gave you power over my mind and body…which you use to amplify my conditioning and enable a transformation that no doctor could achieve. I had a very healthy sex life and appetite, and you have doubled it so many times I can’t think of anything once the sensations of serving and pleasing you enter my mind. To please you is to cum, it’s that simple, whether slowly or explosively, and you deserve every moment of my surrender.

So yesterday, the day began as usual, with IM back and forth. Little did I know that the progression of images on your IM were programming me and fitting in with your personal voice inductions. Recently as you know, your instruction on how and when to perform the Candle Ritual had thrown me up a few levels as a Servant and Sexual Hypnotic Slave Toy.

I had been orally pleasing you and your form of power over me, in my sexy blow up doll Poison. Somehow, my undying thirst for the breasts that I worship – your breasts – came to life on Poison. And I couldn’t get enough of them, spending hours pleasuring them with my tongue then swallowing them. But out of nowhere, I was not only swallowing your nipple, I was swallowing your cock, your strap on cock. A month of this led to one day I inexplicably was in possession of a lifelike strap on dildo for Poison. Your powers flood into “entities” and Poison is surely one of them, for she commanded me not only to suck, but how to suck, so that when I finally am lucky enough to be in your presence I will please you .

But Poison took a new place in my life yesterday, as you had so well planned. For you had also been creating in me a personality with a completely new fetish … one for sucking cock while being your Whore. At first it was so distant and it did not stand out from the other powers you have over me. But recently as you know, the obsession and power of it has grown enormously. This sort of total mind control is beyond human powers, you must surely be the reincarnation of a goddess and witch.

Instantly and totally upon your command, I was helping Poison into my car and driving to Inspiration Point to park and please her. Finding the area empty of cars, I made her comfortable in the back seat. Then I began an hour or the most intense cock sucking to please you and her I can remember …. Only I don’t remember .. it was such a complete transformation I can’t remember the details, only that I was loving every moment of it. Your text messages pushing me to master the exact things you demand from your cock suckers, like deep throating that huge dildo of yours, fueled the sexual fire in me. All this time I was listening to your Whore Induction, intertwining the two – the mental and physical acts of pleasing you, being a Whore, and building my addiction to sucking cock.

As you requested, I sent you some pictures. I am happy to share them with others, though I am (was) strictly heterosexual … allowing Goddess Saphire to transform you into her obedient, cock obsessed or her Whore brings sexual highs greater than you could ever imagine, so if this spurs other to give in and let you redefine the limits of their sexual satisfaction then please post this letter and pictures.

Already the memory, though fuzzy, jumpstarts my hunger to do it again for you. I can’t wait to be commanded and transformed even deeper. The release I got from surrendering total control to you was far beyond any high from any sex drug.

You’re amazing! And I’m your Cumslut.

The Summer Soldier

The term Summer Soldier applies to a man who signs up to a COMMITMENT yet abandons the training or fighting when it does not appeal to him. The weather turns icy, and he leaves his post. This does more than disgrace him, it puts the others who admired him as a peer strengthened by training in jeopardy. And it proves that all the focus and transfer of skills passed down from someone far superior in all ways was a waste of time.

Yes this Summer Soldier wears proudly all the costumes, medals, and advantages of being a man fighting for freedom for all. And in my case, he was willing to wear a badge on his skin of commitment, obedience, and worship. But when given the simplest task, one that is not all parades and pats on the back, he fails me. Utterly fails me … fails you all. Fails to show up for role call. Fails to deliver. Fails to report back on his mission. Fails to be promoted.

He is the poster boy for FAILURE.

While other Servants were begging for my attention on their way along the path of greater service and training, I spent my time with my Army Bitchboy. My time, my careful choice of words and assignments, are the culmination of a decade of mental and physical dedication to excellence. I am one of the few, the proud – the Warrior on the front line of erotic hypnotism. My mind and body fight the battles that Army Bitchboy doesn’t even know exist, battles of human limits, battles of amassing a force to be reckoned with, that holds back the claws of evil and darkness that do NOT reward those beneath me. While I ultimately control you, it is for your advancement, your rise in ranks and understanding, your taking over of the dark land of unknown and illuminating it with my beauty and mind control genius. I am building a new age, that must be protected by legions of worshippers that are faithful and obedient. While I do not “need” any one of you, the energy that cumulatively you give me lights the way into my crimson dungeons of dark knowledge. And I must be obeyed by all, or the integrity of the masses counting on me to guide them under my leathery wings shows a weak link.

I give you all this, and on top of that – look at me! Look at my beauty and sexual intensity! You think that I’m in this for money? I could make ten times as much flirting on Wall Street. I have a CALLING … just as our troops have a calling to defend us, I heed a calling to devote my beauty to attracting those who seek to evolve in whole, and especially in their ability to enjoy their own sexuality far beyond normal human limits.

You think I give you all orders randomly? You think because I have so many beneath me, so many yearning for my attention, that I haphazardly present images, assignments, or demands on you? That is as asinine as believing that the stages of studying to be a doctor are random. You follow one of the very few Females alive that look into the maze of your mind, navigate your future and every turn, so that you come out the exit with me as a greater person. Each assignment is a turn. When you miss that turn, you never exit the maze. I must go find you in your lost ways. But there is far more at stake than just being stuck in the meaningless life that is your maze without me.

I have opened your mind to the dark forces. I have poured into you my wisdom. I have made you better, created in part a new being on its way to being a totally new creature of erotic fulfillment. You carry within you the seeds that can either blossom or they can poison you. A mind shown the greatest rewards drops into intense realization that a great goal lay before you, and you turned away from it. This eats you up, and makes you vulnerable to others who will simply prey on you as a lost soul.

In my Army Bitchboy’s situation, there is yet another element at stake. HUMILIATION. Yes, I must admit, this one aspect of being a Goddess of mind control is one of the most delicious. Humiliation comes in many forms. The most pleasurable comes of course when you are in my presence. But in this case, I am prepared to give my Army Bitchboy a taste of humiliation. After all, maybe this is what he desires. Hah! And who am I to not give him what he craves. Utter social humiliation in return for his utter failure.

While to some of you this seems bitter, it is not. Those who lead know that some orders and exercises are more flavorful and popular than others, and that some are downright heartless. This is heartless, but it is not without its reasons. And bitterness is not a reason worthy of a Goddess of my status. I do not need any one of you, but enjoy the immense flow of sexual energy to me from all my devoted worshippers. And you should be thankful that I demand a level of integrity among you that is higher than any other mind control hypnotist or dominant mistress or Goddess on the Net. Look no further than my website to see that my level of excellence is in a totally solo class high above other posers and understudies to erotic mind control and dominance, much less female Goddess worship.

My Army Bitchboy has been given an ultimatum. A deadline. He either fulfills the final command I gave him, or … well, let’s just say that you, along with those he knows and admires, shall see images of his rites of passage into my inner circle. Humiliation. Showing others what really lies inside the desires of my former Army Bitchboy won’t make up for the time I wasted on him, but it will remind you all that my dedication to the finest and most evolving in dominant, erotic mind control must be balanced by your obedience and sacrifices.

I want no Summer Soldiers. I want no men or women who think that I wake up hungry for praise and false worship and am happy with whimsical promises. I wake up electrified with the sexual energy sent to me from those who are truly faithful. I am a Goddess using my hawk-like vision to inspect the ranks, and judge the transformation and evolution in each and every one of you. A power beyond what is normally given a woman has over time been absorbed by me so that I am able to do what most people think is nearly supernatural – for I “change” individuals, I evolve them, I end their miseries and replace them with a new reality. In that reality the truly devoted find peace, fulfillment, a future filled with hope, a greater faith in the powers unknown, and overwhelming sexual experiences. Now, who the fuck else do you know that does this? Preachers? Therapists? Jokes! Fakes! Liars! Giving nothing! Taking your money under the guise of improving you when in fact their role is to keep you unchanged and desperate for them. In my realm, you evolve immensely into what you desire, shaped by me to be useful to me, and to bring me pleasure and sexual energy.

Abandon your promises to me at your own risk. On your departure from my realm of perfection in sexual fulfillment, that door slamming behind you is composed of your humiliation, for all to see.

To Be Continued.......

Interests & Hobbies For Interested Servants

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Fiery sensuality, lingerie nearly burned off my flesh under my own groping hands, enforced by mind altering visuals and audio triggers – MMMM, yes, surrendering creatures enslaved by your own sexual hunger, I do “deliver.” Scientists used electronic sensors to give full sight to a blind man … and in seconds he was orgasmic with overload, fixated to insane levels, and imprisoned by flashbacks for his brain never did recover. My visual creation goes beyond that pulverizing you to the core with sex – pure, uncontrollable sexual bonding with me. You think you can handle it? Hah, I laugh. Try … you’ve begged so long, dripped obediently for it so achingly long, don’t deny yourself your life-changing pleasure. Watch in awe as my sculpted red nails mesmerize you through a tour over the perfection of my body. Feel the heat, the temptation to be smothered by my flawless flesh, my full breasts heaving as you succumb to the mysteriously entrancing purity of white panties barely restraining the sexual succubus you begged to feed with orgasm after orgasm. I’m testing your limits, your need to go beyond them can’t be refused, give in, knowing the lust may extinguish you.

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.

Soldier Reporting For Duty

A samurai should be masterful of their art enough so that even if their head is cut off from their body, they can perform one last strike. This idea is due to certain animals such as serpents giving one last reflexive bite when their head is removed. Samurais are near impossible to find these days. True warriors are a dying breed. Shame… I like slaves, but you want your slaves strong, powerful… any Mistress can own the weak and callow… but a Goddess should have an army of true samurais.

Bushido, or warrior’s way, has made way for Dr. Phil and Barney the Dinosaur. Our warriors lack the true will of war, and instead play GI Joe with realistic toys. They just don’t get the abuse they used to.

That’s where I come in. I do give the abuse and make the weak who survive stronger, and cast aside the useless dead.

So learned one of my soldiers the other day…

I am not a patriot… It is all about me, not country, not politics, not god, not about anything but me. So hate me for doing this to a soldier in the war if you wish, but you are shortsighted, if you do. Not to mention the fact, he comes to me for this.

It began with a conversation about his role in the military. His lack of success as far as ranking came up. His glorification of the infantry and his hidden shame at his true origins was amusing.

I berated him for not going through true infantry training, a topic he dodged around for almost a half hour before admitting he switched jobs and then became infantry. I degraded the masculinity of military service, the infantry in particular for being called “The Queen of Battle” and wearing powder blue cords and insignia backgrounds.

I attacked his head the closest way I can… I attacked his ego. Even tasteless jokes about friendly fire were not off my limits.

Through it all he admitted he is a fuck up, who makes bad choices. And this is the kind of revelation I intended. His ego destroyed, this soldier carried on and admitted his weakness… and came back later for more… a final headless strike.

He returns because he looks to be stronger and harshness is sincere.

Others pass hugs out like candy and laugh at you when your back is turned. Others say the word “love” time and again, and leave for someone with a few more bucks than you. Missionaries will feed you as long as you listen to them talk about their beliefs… all kindness. Sincerity… well I’ll let you decide how much is there in the end.

The effort to be harsh is a backhanded kindness you can trust.

Goddess Of Edge Mercies

Suffering and violence as an aphrodisiac may seem the result of a very jaded progress of sexual exploration. A process where one needs greater and greater levels of stimulation as initial exploration seems trivial after progressing farther.

One cannot deny that this particular Goddess has come to demand greater levels of suffering each benchmark of her life. Yet, the truth remains; I was drawn to suffering from a very early age. Not just the physical aspects of it either.

As I young child I watched a group of boys beat on another boy. The kicks, the punching, and the name calling were almost mesmerizing. Finally and all too soon they abandoned the single boy on the ground, where he lay crying. I stood and walked over to get a closer look at the beaten boy.

He lay on his back wiping tears from his eyes and sobbing uncontrollably. I squatted next to him and studied his face as he stared back expecting kindness. I had none and his eyes began to look around at the sky for an answer, I lowered my head unaware of my own self, absorbed in his humiliation. As his head did everything to not meet eye contact he began to move, but my hand reached out to his chest to hold him there. It was then his head focused between my knees, and I was soon aware he was looking up my skirt.

I stood up refusing to be ogled by this other child and spit in his face adding to his humiliation, and stepped over him to leave him. I didn’t leave it at that. I turned back around, and shot a kick to his sensitive little balls. He lay there cupping himself and rolling in the pain of rupture.

Keep in mind; this all lacked any sexuality at all, as this was no more than young curiosity on all levels. However, it was a foreshadowing of attitudes to come.

As grade school began, there was always that boy, for ever creepy and suffering much to my amusement. I made sure that our introduction was far from the last time I had groined kicked him. I made sure Samuel Zachary was friendless and ridiculed from 1st to 12th grade.

He had been the laughingstock for his entire life. Some would blame me for his future behavior. I did not choose the way he became for him… those were the choices of a loser who embraced being a predator.

Through high school he could often be found loitering around girl’s houses from class. He developed his own reputation for giving girls he was fixated upon dozens of unwelcomed phone calls a day.

One day when I was 17 I even spotted him outside my home stalking me. I didn’t hide or cringe, I stared back enjoying the pitiful expression on his face. I stepped outside and walked up to him. He was obviously uncomfortable being confronted. “Need another kick in the junk, Sammy?” I asked him. He said nothing as he kept leering. A relative eventually came home, and Sammy took off then.

The next day held news. Sam had been arrested for raping an elderly woman that night, his first step in a laundry list of sex crimes. Still, as typical with our justice system, he never stayed put away long. I moved to a new neighborhood as the years passed, and eventually the sex offender was also run out of our old neighborhood.

In time I entered a local corner store as a dirty bearded man exited carrying a load of cheap beer. He had familiar eyes and leered at me in a way I am used to from all men, but yet was somehow familiar in its own way. I purchased my items and exited to see him still next to the building. I began to stroll home and passed him.

A glass phone booth in the dark betrayed his following me, and I knew I had my own prey. I dwelled on the memory of his gaze and tried to pin point why it was familiar. I let my hips swing as I slowly continued my stroll keeping my prey mesmerized with my body. How could he resist my short skirt and high boots in an outfit that hugged my body, and hair dangling just over my ass?

I entered the foyer of my building and as I found my keys I saw him climbing my steps. Here is a little wisdom for you when dealing with a predator, don’t act like prey. Dogs attack when they smell fear, a shark attacks what flees from it, etc.

He entered the foyer as I opened my door and I rounded on him, holding it open for him to enter the hallway. It was then I recognized him. “Samuel!” I exclaimed, “No wonder you were staring at me like that, I didn’t recognize you with a beard.” It caught him off guard, as he was working up to his attack.

“Umm… Hi…” he stammered.

“You need to clean up and have a drink with me, so we can catch up!” I said, much to his surprise. I saw in his face it seemed out of character for me to be so welcoming and nice. I had to recover, “Sam, have you found Jesus?”

Right then he knew he had me. My sudden and unexpected kindness explained, He grinned back and said “No, haven’t found him yet.”

“Well why don’t you have dinner with me and we can chat?” I asked as I sauntered to my door.

Nice thing about letting the neighbors know you’re a Dominatrix is that they don’t think it very strange when they hear a man screaming from your apartment. So as the door closed and I turned and flooded his eyes with the pepper-spray all any neighbors thought of was foreplay. We writhed with pain, hunched over in agony. I reached into the kitchen grabbing an iron skillet and slammed it into the top of his head, causing a concussion. He went out like a light.

I dragged him into the second bedroom, my dungeon at the time and began to restrain him to the crucifix most of my servants dread. I let him hang there tied to its arms as I changed into an outfit more fitting, one of leather that won’t stain like my current choice in clothes.

I sat across from him comfortably, waiting for him to wake. He finally lifted his lolling head and took his time to focus on me. I stood to my feet and saw his eyes grow wide in fear. I slowly moved in close, “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…” I said, “You thought you were going to rape me, didn’t you?”

“I’ll fucking kill you, you bitch,” he growled at me.

“Tsk tsk… I think, Sammy, you have no idea who your fucking with, I was always on top of you in school, kicking your balls… and now, I’m a goddess… your just a registered sex offender with no hope for a future.” I replied.

Now his pathetic leering had become mixed with shame. “Let me go,” he said “and you’ll never see me again.”

“Sammy… who says I never want to see you again?” with that a clap of electricity sounded as the clippers in my hand turned on and buzzed. He looked down realizing he was nude for the first time. I shave his whole body. Head to toe, even his eye brows were clipped and then razored, against his pleas for dignity.

“What are you doing to me?” he whined.

“Sammy… didn’t you get it? You haven’t found Jesus; instead you found Goddess Saphire and came to her… I’m going to have to be who fixes your worthless existence.” I laughed at him, “I am the way… for your pathetic self.”

The thin nylon chord in my hand slipped tight around his balls cutting off blood flow. His eyes grew wide, “What are you doing?”

“Sammy… look at your life, you’re on the streets, a sex offender. You can’t hold down a job, and no one wants you living near them. You rape the elderly, you victimize the young and still innocent, you are garbage, and need to be fixed and given direction.” It was the look in his eye that told me salvation is probably the most frightening thing in the world. Good thing I’ll never embrace it for myself.

“What are you going to do?” he whimpered.

“I’m going to free you, from slavery to your cock, and give you slavery to me.” I chuckled. With that my knife, which he hadn’t seen moved to his bound scrotum. I let it rest there and savored his sobs and pleas.

“Please let me go,” he finally begged.

“No, Samuel… that’s not an option.”

“Please don’t hurt me…” A tear rolled down his cheek, forgetting how filthy he was I was compelled to catch it with my tongue owing to the need to taste his grief.

“Let me ask you something Sammy… did it work for any of them when they asked you not to hurt them?” I pressed the knife against his sack harder, as he broke into uncontrollable tears.

“Forgive me.” He bellowed.

“I will, Sammy… I will, but you must make penance. You must experience sacrifice, and embrace control, surrender it to me, and embrace that I know what is best for you.” He continued to babble and cry. His tears flowed freely.

“Goddess… I see your wisdom… and you are right, my urges do have the better of me.” He let out a loud sob. “Let me stay intact. Guide me yourself, and if I fail, I’ll remove my scrotum myself in front of you.”

“You get one chance to turn yourself over to me and keep it that way. I own many strong men, they will make you keep your promise.” I warned him. I opened my closet in my dungeon room and he saw a dog crate large enough to accommodate an adult man. “Sammy, I am the way, now you can live without the urge,” I pointed to the crate, “Now you have shelter, where before you only had an alley and cardboard, and you will soon have your first of the guaranteed daily meals I will provide you. Don’t you have something to say?”

“Thank you Goddess Saphire for fixing me and giving me hope.”

With that I led him to a shower and put him away in his new home. I let him out daily and feed him, let him release his waste when I feel he needs to, and have given him purpose. He is my slave, my gimp, and my property. He has no sexual needs any more, only the need to be used. I allow good servants to abuse him as reward, and he’s become a great little cock sucker, and is left hungry enough to swallow every drop. He answers my phones while I am in session, serves waiting slaves refreshments, and does all my manual home labor. I freed him from the bonds of his urges, and gave him what those urges took from him, shelter, food, and value. Every night he bows lips to my feet and prays to his harsh, wise, and yet, merciful Goddess, and ends all prayers with a request for more.