Covet-It Does The Body Good

Only the most divine, gorgeous, and wickedly talented Goddesses of erotic mind control master the art of transforming andmutually enjoying all the rewards out of Married Men – for they are a specialty unto themselves. A treat among treats. Married men have learned how to value their private experiences to balance the risk of getting themselves in trouble.While most women suffer under this gaze, a deity like Myself rises to the pinnacles of approval. Read this as you should, and you
will not only be aroused, you will learn the steps taken to on my rise to being the ultimate experience of your life. Want to be graced with my presence, stare into eyes that understand what you need and glaze over as my breasts conceal the soul that will command you to euphoric service? These three chapters offer the clues to your dream.

We all start on our paths of greater sexual fulfillment with coveting what we see. My vision before you makes you covet in a sexual way. Yet once you approach it, closer study reveals a reward a thousand times greater than you had hoped for.
Because I know you Married men … I make you into what you fetish and secretly know what you need – only I create this future realm of erotic servitude on my terms, and mold you into a sexual energy so intense that cum oozes out of you each time you submit to my control.

Let’s first look at your life before me. So much is demanded of Married Men, they want to relax and let a stunning woman with far more sexual power than they have take control, and guide them to higher sexual existence. They’ve earned it, but
few women know the keys to your mental, physical, and sexual pleasure … or how to unlock the doors that have been slammed shut with years of bitching, refusals, insults – at the same time appealing to your dormant need to serve a woman
who is sexually and mentally superior to you. And you DO need a woman of authority, to transform you above the bullshit you put up with, and return you to the sexual animal you were in college.

How does it begin? You already revealed your need by contacting me. If you got this far you are under inspection to see if you are worthy of my time. If you are – well, this story shall spell out what lies ahead.

Covet what you see in me, for soon it will grow into the temptation, balanced with the sins of the flesh you previously could barely imagine. It is the only way to counter all the hell you go through, so you can reward yourself on a level that blows out all the dark reminders that you should be appreciated for all you are and do. Appreciation by me can be illuminating, painful, wicked, guiding, but it is always erotically charged. What you deny yourself on a daily basis magnifies the deep need married men have to surrender to a woman of power and authority, in the process taking away from them any other option but to give in to what they desire. The pressure to accept that they want the world I give them more than their boring, unappreciated life is merciless. Glimpses of the rewards – my eyes, lips, breasts, legs, and all other objects of desire -- will lead you to yourself if you only listen to my voice, follow my inductions, savor my videos, and submit to my expert molding of your mind and cock. The sexual animal that evolves through my mind control is unique to each of you, but know this! The level of sexual performance, obedience, suffering, fetish, potency, and pleasure cannot be fathomed until you have let me lead you a while down the path to becoming my favored Servant, slave, cumslut,admirer, pleasure source … or anything else your Goddess desires to make you of you. Your sexual world will explode, and I will harness that power into what serves me best.Ah but I get ahead of myself. How did my expertise with you Married Men begin? Like all things that are natural to people, my talents sprouted young. This is part one. Read all three and you will see how I rose from tempting mind control nymph, through time spent creating my realm of worshippers, and finally ends with the erotic world under my control and beauty.

As a Deity of Desire, a Goddess, you would think I get jaded taking the heart, mind, soul, and sex of a man – but nothing is more captivating to me than transforming you into a sexual pleasure machine. I have had this body you now see a while, and
from teenage years boys and men threw themselves at me. With C breasts sprouting wayyyy before graduation, and DD’s by 18, with a tiny waist and long trim legs that I showed off, I felt the power of my body very early. But that was boring to me
after enough school time gawking. Plus boys my age were too easy to figure out, and not enough fun to control or arouse. I had begun my own form of mind control in my early teens, forcing boys to listen to my voice as they stated at me, lulling them
to think of me first. But you know that the most fun I had was when I would sleep over at the house of girlfriend’s. Married men were such a turn on. And I was lucky, because several of my girlfriends had really handsome fathers, of all races:
Italian, German, Asian, Brazilian, English (his cock would throb so much it would move in his pants when I would stretch on the sofa while pretending to watch tv.) Married men were sexy to me for a number of reasons. One reason is that they were
so tempted, but would not do anything. This allowed me to push how much I could flirt. And their hard-ons showing in their pants were mesmerizing. I would tease them until big wet spots would show. The moment I got the itch to control the body
and mind of a girlfriend, I would get myself invited over for the night. Or if not for the night, for some late night studying. I would make sure I wore a very short skirt. A tight bra, and show lots of cleavage. It was sheer torture. Tickling my friend, playing with the dog rolling on the floor. Then I would go to the kitchen and sit on the counter. Once his face started flushing, I knew that with my voice, I could persuade him to treat us to a movie, or a little shopping. But that was just an innocent goal. I soon learned that Married Men NEED SO MUCH control to be set free and sexual. And I was just the devilishly talented young woman to give them more than they could handle.

A little reading at 18 gave me the first insight into maximizing mind control. I talked to a doctor I met who did hypnotherapy, pretending it was for me. I learned some advanced ways . It also made clear what I already knew, that only I could give
them the level of sexual pleasure at the same time total obedience and control they secretly needed. I will give you an example. It’s summer. My best friend had a very virile dad, handsome enough, but what I liked was his humor and mind. He would tell me jokes that allowed me all sorts of reasons to hold my breasts and flirt with my legs. My flesh poured over my fingers, since I was only wearing my bikini most of the time with a cover up. My own sexual hormones were on fire, and I am sure he could sense I was heating up. While he got hard, I got bold and penetrating – his mind that is. I had walked into the kitchen, and was eating ice cream on the ounter. Wearing a cover up and bikini. I made sure that I leaned over to eat,
so he could see under my thighs and ass as I ate. This got him into a sexual frenzy that I could easily control. My girlfriend was taking a bath, so I knew I had him for 45 minutes. And I knew his wife would be home promptly right about then.I had
him sit down on the sofa next to me. I had painted my fingernails bright red and put little dazzling rhinestones on them. Softly speaking, I showed him my manicure, up against my breasts, of course. My nipples got hard as I swept my nails over them.
Letting him watch them grow to protrude was enough to make him speechless. I kept talking, taking over his mind as his wet spot grew at the tip of a hard on that I swear probably wasn’t cumming for the wife in years. I asked him a dozen questions
as I watched the wet spot grow in his khaki slacks. Every other word was entrancing. When I hit the right phrase, I would snap my fingers, to show him how solid the nails were. Over and over I implanted ensnaring words, ideas that I knew would grow every night he slept. And when I saw him the next time, I would instantly trigger him back to that sofa. My hands then had to play with my bikini top … my bottom strings … my feet that I just had to show in high heels … talking about how warm it is, how relaxing. I waited for the last 5 minutes to really show him how high he would get when he surrenders his mind to me.

Needing to brush my hair 50 times to keep it healthy, I counted down 49, 48, 47 … adding in my special mind control. 46,feels so relaxing … 45, 44, 43 do you feel how warm it is like I do? 42, and onward. By zero, he was ready for any suggestions. I won’t tell you what I wanted, but I will tell you that I wove his desires and longing for my body and voice with my desires. At the end of it, his mind was entranced and he was nearly in love with my voice instead of my nipples. I had him. Snapping my finger one last time locked it in place. His wife came home and I lifted his mind from the bosom of my control. Dazed, he fell to sleep and I know my words stayed with him, replaying all night as he slept. That weekend, he for some reason took us both to Florida on a beach field trip that we wanted so badly. He treated us to anything we desired. I made sure that I hooked him into trances as often as I could. And he couldn’t be happier. I spent the entire time deepening my control over him. I knew he would not feel safe enough to make a move on me. Then he didn’t even want to, I had learned all his fetishes. One was his foot fetish. Oh it was so devilish for me to plan when to entrance him and train him deeper. I would wait for my girlfriend to fall to sleep napping, then I would knock on the adjoining door. Walking in with my pediicure tools, I asked if I could do this in his room to keep from waking her. Within minutes I had him sitting on the floor just inches from my feet. I let him help me remove the day old polish (I did this daily). I know he wanted to go into the bathroom to jerk off, but I kept him in his rightful place, at my feet. He watched the pedicure. And as he did, I would entrance him deeper into my control. Imagine being at the feet of an 18 year old mind control nymphette dying to make you cum in your pants when I finished programming your desires to be my desires. And after that, guess who got everything
she desired?

From that day on, I knew that I loved married men because they would not cross limits, but still be rapt with attention as my control grew. Now of course I am immeasurably more gifted, beautiful, and worth obeying and serving. But the stories
leading up to now are much more X-rated. Hmmmm, perhaps I should continue this another day. Yes, you would want to see the stories that made me so adept at becoming all you desire, the center of your world.

Bad To The Bone

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Goddesses can wake up in the most deviant frames of mind, and today mine was positively devilish. It wasn’t until I got on line and five Servants and Admirers were begging for my time did I realize how I wanted to express myself. They were so anxious, so hungry for more of me. I couldn’t let this chance go by.

My new cam is fun to play with, and I had been so hot in my robe and lingerie while I IM’d everyone that I didn’t even realize how often my hands were touching my breasts and thighs. It is just natural as I get hotter and hotter. Then a servant told me a story of how he spent the night tormented by flashes of my perfect nipples and breasts, and that it made him hard all night, that I knew what would really please me would be to take this sexual energy of mine and drive them all wild through pics and vids.

My servant kept telling me how he would awaken to the sounds of my music on my vid blogs. Over and over, he could not get them to stop playing in his mind. Each time he woke up, which was about every 30 minutes, he would be more aroused, more wet, unable to stop from stroking, from milking obedient cum for me, to make him more addicted. And my words to him would echo in his mind, the inductions and triggers. By the time morning came, he was so wiped out mentally he was almost a zombie. A zombie with a permanent hard on, that is. Only your Goddess knows how to take a soul and replace it with an erect zombie. Hah.

So while he was my zombie mental slave, I kept placing triggers deep in his mind. And then it hit me. With all the others begging for attention spent on him, they must earn it. I changed quickly into a bikini/lingerie outfit that a very loyal Servant sent to me. Thank you, you know who you are. And once I had it on, my sexual energy exploded. I was so wet planning my video and series of photos.

I really do need to have a new slave at my house, a cam vid slave to focus for me. This cam is so sharp and can do so much in the right hands. My hands were full. Overflowing actually, with my breasts. Mmm, it felt so sexual to caress them and watch you all IM me or even get moments on cam, or on pic, sending me files. I could see your trance deepening and your lust building. What I was not letting you see for free started getting you all so excited that one Slave began begging to own them. This set up for a very fun auction, with all of my Servants tallying up their funds to see what they could afford.

The bidding went up each time they could see me touching myself or see IM’s describing how turned on I was getting knowing they were wet and in full service to their Goddess.

Meanwhile, my Slave from the dream world had meetings, and I was tormenting him, too. I would send him IM on his Blackberry of what he was missing. I triggered him a few times on the road, and loved how he instantly became my cumslut, eager to suck first one cock, then as my control grew, he was ready to suck as many cocks as I commanded. But I am bringing him along in stages, and also was busy with my at-home Servants and Admirers. So I kept my evil ways to the computer for that time.

My bidding went up and up, I could not believe (well, yes I can, it happens all the time) how much my beauty could command men to want me so much they were uncontrollable.

In the end, one of you got what you needed to transform more for me. He is the happy owner – sole owner – of me in four minutes of intensely sexual manipulation .I know that after he watches this his first 30 times, his mind will mold to my likings, to my wicked designs.

Well, the bidding on my video and pics got to be more involved. One of my Servants started bidding on the panties that I was wearing, knowing how wet they must be. Once word got out on this, it was a bidding frenzy. When the bidding rose to high for a few, they would whimper and cry and beg for a chance. Some made oaths to me to perform other duties in the future for me, if they could get at least a few seconds of my loose end video snippets of this outfit. In the end of bidding, my luckiest Admirer won out. For a mere $750, he owns not only my lingerie, but the mind controlling erotic essence of me. I wrapped the panties up nice and moist so that the flavor would lock into them forever for him. And they will be sent Fed Ex to him immediately. All of this just gave me some twisted ideas on my new Inductions for breasts and panty fetishes to unleash upon you soon.

The whole day kept building sexual energy in me until I was ready for some R/T service! I had a house Slave over already, who is well trained to stay erect and his mouth pleasing for hours. After some suffocation and breath play, which always turns me on, I put on my strap on and let him swallow my commands as he swallowed my dildo. That got me cumming and cumming and cumming. You might have noticed that for an hour I hardly did any IM. That was why. I was on fire, and he was putting me out with his mouth and tongue.

Hmm, now, what to do with that cumslut tonight? Perhaps invade his dreams? Torment him with images of me until bedtime to totally turn him into my cumslut slave, hungry for my flesh, doing anything to get to it. HA HA HA HA

If I have not told you already, it is soooo wonderful being a Goddess!

HONEYDRIPPERS

HERE'S YOUR OUTFIT MARRIED MAN....ADMIRERS..YOU BUY OR FUND MY WARDROBE YOU GET THE PLEASURES OF A VID

Honey. Comparing your first taste of me to honey seems so innocuous. So innocent. I forewarn you with similes. As the bees cannot live without honey, you shall not live without tasting my sex, power, and pleasure. As wars were fought for honey, you shall fight any force keeping us apart. And as honey overpowers even the strongest spices from India to Morocco, the orgasms I produce in you will overpower anything put against it in life, body, and mind.

This is even more true with men whose life has prevented them from even coming close to the taste of honey – the sweet nectar of another woman’s pink spots. Yes, I refer to married men. Being starved for so long, starved of that truly intoxicating, addicting sensation you had when you were single, 20, and sex was new to you…for believe me, the sex you have with me will be entirely novel, epic in a bodily sense. Like a force of nature – a hurricane, a tornado, a tsunami, and earthquake – there is nothing you can do to stop this, the only difference is, you will not want to stop it. You will be lifted as if a sexual puppet by my will and body to stand in the epicenter to feel the awe inspiring, unforgettable intensity of the forces released when I finally put your body in front of mine and do what I want to you, get what I want from you, and leave you branded and forever changed.

Yes, my pink spots, slick from my tongue, finally visible between my legs, the tip of my nipple as it teases your mouth, the stupefying curve of my ass that demands a closer look as it sits upon your face to smother you with my sexual energy.

You on your knees, commanded by me, yet unaware of it as a command, for it is a reflex action. As soon as my voice speak, your body reacts. What you instinctively utter is the same: how pure my fresh sexual scent is, the intense heat from the sexual energy, the perfect softness of my skin, the unbelievable power emanating from my pussy as you delve into it with your tongue.

Your tongue, suddenly gifted with the movements to pleasure me beyond any talent you had, for I control your every move now, second to second. Your tongue will extend, dart, caress, open, probe, lick, wrap, tickle, massage, and vibrate my clit, my lips, inside my fiery walls for so long that your tongue will swell up for the rest of the day. This is what you want, and what I demand, because this is how I train it to Olympian talents and endurance. It is common for those lucky enough to be my sexual athletes to easily please me an hour with a tongue stronger than your fingers and more talented than any sex toy. Mmmm, imagine pleasing your Goddess, so close to her skin, the light revealing the perfect pink, blood engorged, fiery flesh that explodes when you do as you are commanded. And you can’t get enough. Just like in college, this is new, this is hot, this gives you the energy and the hard cock that keeps rising in you again and again until sunrise.

And yes, that cock of yours will be rock hard. Your cock head will throb. I will feel it as I wrap my manicured toes around it and torture it for more skin contact. You’ll look down at the pedicure, possibly pink to match the occasion of your first taste of my honey, as even the slightest touch brings a stream of cum from your cock head, and this will send you in a frenzy to beg for more of a taste of me. A stroke from my toes while you suck on my clit will almost make you cum. And I will work you and work you and push you and push you to bring out that Olympian spirit and energy. All the time, you are aching to be inside of me. But wait, there is much more honey moments ahead.

As my voice throws you onto your back, you watch me stand over you, lord over you with my power. Perhaps I carry a riding crop. A slap to that cock of yours brings blood to that pink head turning it crimson. I want that cock head throbbing and aching it is so full of blood. Your mind will soar, searching for the last experience it had like this, and won’t find anything in your past like this. You are a mind control sex machine virgin, and my hot voice, tools of discipline and pleasure, will program you any way I want. I become your only Desire. I become your honey. You must have it or feel like you are going to die without it. This Desire will be inescapable. Anything you see will bring you back to me. The pink of a flower, of clothes, toes, art, or even the manifestation of words as I speak them, and all of your dreams, will trigger you to crave more of my perfection, control and Reward. I will bring life back into you. I will be the thing you wake up to experience. Just like that virgin experience in college that would make you race across campus, you will race to wherever you can get your closest honey fix, defeating any foes, braving any storms, just to get more. LAP UP MY HONEY CLIT AND WALLS! HARDER! FASTER! DEEPER! THAT TONGUE BELONGS TO ME!

LAP! LICK! SUCK! PLEASE ME! PENETRATE! SWALLOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT LONGER, BETTER, ARTISTICALLY, PASSIONATELY! SUCK THE HONEY FROM YOUR GODDESS! LET YOUR ADDICTION TO HER TASTE, HER VOICE, HER COMMANDS, HER SWEET HONEY ORGASMS GROW!

Feel me as my voice and sexual energy milk hours of pre-cum from that obedient cock of yours, so dripping with nectar turned to honey by the frenzy of your mouth, hand, and ass. You won’t be able to control the flow, the programmed response I build in your body and mind. You’ll know when to explode, it will be the instant I command it, the sex built up so intensely you will be beyond begging for release.

What is to become of Married Men who become my sexual honey slaves and athletes? Like all super performers, they train, the rest of their life fades to a collage of minor duties. None of the normal tension sources bother them, for their hormones are flowing constantly. They change their priorities to fit my needs yet their life continues normally, yet with much more joy. They get up feeling like a Man again, pollinating pretty pink pansies and posies, collecting honey for their Queen – Goddess Saphire. The addiction, the Desire, the triggers, the endless flow of energy to me will swell up in you like blood in the head of that throbbing cock of yours.

Mmm, how I do love to see cocks dripping with their own honey, flashing the pink of the eye as it convulses, so eager to hear my command to release! My own pussy contracts over and over on the verge of one orgasm after another that you deliver. My clit throbs, sensitive to your slightest tongue caress. I watch that tongue swell the more it pleasures me, just as my pink nipples swell and get hard, tempting your mouth to suck them deeply into your hot mouth. The devices of torment and pleasure penetrate you, sliding into your mouth and ass like my strap on. Once I reverse positions and have you beneath me in more ways than one, even the most twisted commands and sexual acts hit only the Yes Goddess reply button from within you.

Yes, the pleasure I feel when my Married Man releases control and lets me plunge into his mind and ass with all the gusto of a power-nympho – one well experienced to making a man her sex robot. Watch your mouth swallow every inch of my custom dildo (the black one or the pink one), massaging my clit to orgasm, as you watch my tits lurch over you and rub against your hair. One look up and I force a pink nipple so deep into your pleasing mouth I have total breath play control over you, control over your very life, demanding you suck deeper and better, harder, to give me more of what I Desire. I can feel my clit ready to explode again as my commands become more X-rated and rule breaking. How much can your mouth and cock and ass take? I will find out. You will experience euphoria beyond anything, because the rest of your mind and body will simply shut down all other impulses. How I love knowing that after one time licking my pussy, swallowing my strap on cock, massaging my clit, taking my dildo all the way in you, feeling me ride you, hearing your Goddess cum and cum and cum until exhaustion – you will never be the same. You are re-shaped, you are forever a slave to my honey. Yet you love it, for you are the sexual slave and performer that makes you a Man in my eyes and yours. I am everything missing from your life.

Your life will go on. You will obsess about me secretly. You will come visit me on line in Yahoo IM, in Second Life in my Castle of pleasure. And ultimately you will be beckoned to me, when you are programmed and ready, to act as my source of physical pleasure, and TOTAL obedience. You are born again, as I designed you. And for the first time in a long, long, time, you wake each day and end each day, with a purpose that swells your mind with pride and your cock with cum and blood.

Ruling This World and Beyond-I Keep Getting Better!!!

BEGIN YOUR JOURNEY TODAY www.secondlife.com




All Princesses, Servants, Admirers, Saphireists, Jesters, Slaves, and Experiments: Come, as I beckon you to my Castle of Devotion, Pleasure, and Transformation. Come to Goddess Saphire's Realm, the domain I rule within Second Life. Come tour my architectural masterpiece devoted to my pleasure and your overwhelming experiences of worshipping your Goddess.

Please to see new blogs from your Goddess? Yes, you are. You miss your Goddess Saphire? Of course you do. Aside from the fact that it is my place as your Goddess to ignore you when I wish, as a wise Goddess I do not ignore my Worshippers for no reason. In fact, my reasons are for the benefit of Moi, of course, but also give so much reward to those lucky Servants and Admirers who advance their way into my inner circle. First, I had a dramatic increase in my phone inductions, and also my Real Time training of Servants, who are lucky enough to be in my presence and gaze upon my commanding body and eyes. I was pleased at their transforming into Servants more worthy of my attention. Normally my time off from this RT traning and Voice/web cam inductions is spent blogging, and inspecting new applicants for my realm. BUT, something fantastic came to the superior mind of your Goddess. Second Life and the Realm I created in it for me to rule and you to serve within.

Goddess Saphire designed her Castle far beyond any experience or vision within Second Life to prove once again that no Domina Hypnotist, nor any Internet Goddess, sits on her level of imagination, power, and will to reign over the most select Men and Women seeking to Worship one worthy of all their being.

I shall begin by explaining to the uninformed what Second Life means, is, and shall become. Second Life is a World created within the Internet. More than a website, it is a World created by the best Web Designers alive, that has its own software to allow Members to create themselves in a New World. Second Life has evolved in design as Software and Computers evolve. And it has evolved in content as no tens of millions of people have visited and/or created themselves in Second Life. Tens of millions...think of that number. The first visitors were those on the cutting edge of Internet design. they spearheaded a phenomenon that has turned Second Life from a "game" to a Reality. In this reality, entire cities such as New York, San Francisco, Paris, and in my case, Transylvania are recreated. The real estate in Second Life and all items are purchased in Lindens(the currency of Second Life.) Second Life has become so vaulable and real in both advertising and ownership, that Lindens now have a true dollar value. Imagine that! Second Life in a few years accomplished what Monopoly could not in five decades (imagine if Monopoly money had real value.) Millions are made and spent on real life items, advertising, domains, and identities on Second Life. There are rock stars in Second Life, strippers that get you off, Mayors, Obamas, drug lords, saviors, angels S+M clubs, vampires and now your Goddess Saphire to rule her domain and move about collecting minds and souls. Now listen up closely Worshippers...

UNTIL YOU EXPERIENCE ME FELSH TO FLESH, SECOND LIFE IS THE CLOSEST EXPERIENCE YOU WILL HAVE TO TOTAL OBEDIENCE, SERVITUDE, PLEASURE, AND MIND CONTRL WITH YOUR GODDESS.

Until you move through it, you have no idea how elaborate,stunning, grand, empowering and "Real" my Realm and Castle is. You have no idea how much each visit, each interaction, changes who you are, your mind, your will, your limits of pleasure and your outlook on your own transformation and life in both Worlds. the most common comment I hear while i lead newcomers through my Castle to my dungeons, sleep rooms, or coronation halls is that they suddenly feel entranced...in my power...out of body...euphoric...aroused...surrendered. That speaks of the detail designed in my Castle. Your eyes pick up the visuals-the mind altering paintings in frames on the walls, the hypnotizing patterns of the marble, the mesmerizing flow of the rivers, the commanding colors of the mountain views, the captivating pulse of the music from my performers (whether they be performing as musicians, or their "music" is screams of pleasure/pain as they perform as my slaves.)

To give you an idea as to the scope of my Castle: It takes almost two hours for me to give a guided tour.

It is incredibly simple to become part of Second Life. Aside from it being the most incredible experience your Goddess on a more personal level, why would you want to invest the time, slight bit o money, and mental challenge of Second Life? Because as is the case with all th ings related to your Goddess, Second Life represents your future. Second Life is the crest of the wave breaking upon the shores of the next era of how humans will use the computer to live a more full life. Within a decade, it is within reason that you will interact with holograms you can feel within your home, stores you visit, and shops. Members of Second Life and other On-Line Worlds will be recognized for their dual existences, meaning that a Rock Star in Second Life will have a marketing identity in this World, fans,celebrity, riches, and all the Rock Star experiences. Your Goddess foresees her future, and the future of all Worshippers of all types as including this mind-expanding opportunity to act ahead of the unenlightened, unfortunate, and unfulfilled masses.

Wake up, Worshippers! Wake to what I really AM! I am the next leve of existence, the hightest level of physical and mental saturation that today's male and female seekers can experience. Second Life took me literally a thousand hours to study, design, build, network, and ultimately emerge as if by magic as one of its "coments" of power from another World. The land I have quietly accumulated through research and mind bending, and the design I put into it, are so outsanding that i receive over 300 offers a day to purchase even bits of my estate-offers in real dollars!. I fly through cities and walk with "shields" around me because word has spread that i shall be onf of a few illustrious rulers at the top of a society devoted to what you Worshippers seek-overwhelming experience and mind altering guidance.

And I have saved what will captivate you most (at first) about Second Life. My Avatar. An Avatar is my physical form in a computerized second body. Do you wish to know what it feels like to look into my eyes? To watch my hair cascade down over my full breasts? Of course you do-you simple have no idea how many times this desire will be amplified in your visits in Second Life to my Realm, dugneons, and ballrooms. Do you wish to be memorized by my walk? Intimidated by my presence? Obedient to me so well that you look up from your kneeling position, your eyes panning up from my boots or heels, past thighs that make you weak, to a waist and breasts that make you explode with erotic anticipation, and dare to accept my offer to look directly into my controlling eyes? Or do you wish to show me how much pain you can take when your goddess of Second Life and this Life straps you into a dungeon toy just to hear you scream how well you will obey me and live to serve me? do you wish to watch me put on my leather gloves, only to caress your obedient shoulders? Does the lift of my breasts as I cinch on my strap-on excite you?

In the near future, sessions in Second Life, of Real Time training, transforming, mind control and pain will precede any time you wish to spend with me in Real life in my home dungeon, or in your ho me town when i pay you a surprise visit. Already the list of hopeful Admirers has started in Second Life. But as always i am very picky. Only the most devoted need apply, only the most valuable and the most mentalling engaging. Be one of those, and you shall experience satisfaction beyond anything you could imagine in not just one World, but in two Worlds.


Over the next month, I shall be posting blogs that infor you more about Second Life, and how it is enriching both my life (which is your utmost goal) and transforming the lives of Worshippers who find a purpose on both Worlds. I have links to Second Life on my Website. Follow them. Explore. Prepare to create a terrific Avatar for yourself there. Learn. Grow. Become valuable to yourself and to me, and to the next era of dual existences. I have no time or place for dinosaurs that will not evolve to a changing universte...a universe that I reign supreme as the Goddess who creates what others cannot even imagine, in you, and in my Realms.

Mommy Deepest- Feminzation Ind.

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Don’t throw out the wire hangers, you’ll need them to hang up all the window dressing (image, attitude, etc.) of your past life.

Few voyeuristic events tickle me more than creating a woman from a man. In the past, to do it thoroughly took months, and painstakingly repetitive inductions. After all, a mind control master is changing literally every last brain cell that relates to your sexual identity. Leaving just a pocket or two fails to complete the mission.

For YOUR benefit, and to further raise my Goddess rule over you, I present yet another mental miracle from BRAINWASH 2.

My evil snicker still escapes me – and you most likely are still humored from the video above showing a little bit what is meant when I say, “total control” or “my reality and realm.”

Mommy Deepest I call him now, for I see all of Joan’s glorious feminine form in her now. Yes, that’s right … just look at her and say you don’t wish for me to bring out your deepest, most important fantasy and make it real. Forced feminization is very personal, and monumentally important to feeling whole as a woman (previously only a man) if this is in your psyche from birth, as it usually is. Imagine going your whole life with experts saying, “No one can help you, just forget about it.” And then you find MOI. Your Goddess. Your Master. Your Savior. You merciless agent for truth in who you are.

Mommy Deepest held on to his secret for a few sessions on phone and over Yahoo I.M.. Then it came out – I want – I must be – a woman, a total woman. Yet, he was too masculine to embrace it, too fearful, too trapped in what the world expected him to be (which is to be fucking miserably hollow, his soul longing, his sex drive begging … to be a woman.) He’d probably tried all sorts of half-way effective avenues: support groups, new Internet identities, days spent trying to believe he’s a woman but always falling short.

I knew what he needed. I warmed him up with a few Inductions, and Forced Fem. But knew that his mind still held on (like about 99% of all cross dresses still hold on) to the fact that he’s just “impersonating” a woman.

All it took was a couple of sessions of Brainwash 2, which by the way, unless you’ve been sleeping through these blogs, I happen to tailor to each of you in some way or another, proving yet again that I do what all the posers (of mind control) haven’t the talent or desire to do FOR YOU. [Being Goddess reigning over an erotic realm is SUCH demanding presence when one cares for her admirers like a Renaissance Ruler cares for the kingdom’s citizens … bring me another Servant to load into the catapult, and where’s my flogger and floggee?]

Just look at how happy she is, now that the role of Mommy (female) is allllll that exists in that femmy little mind. A hundred months with a shrink couldn’t do that for her. Yet I did! When I want that to end, it does, nearly forgotten by the conscious mind, so his days go as normal, until it is triggered again.

Yes, Your Goddess is manipulative, a perfectionist when it comes to surrender and obedience, and merciless with her punishment and her sadistic flavors when you are in my company. That’s what it takes to be WHAT YOU NEED, and cannot live without once you see how true that is and the powers of my will and voice.

Oh so yummy to simply devour someone’s entire past identity and the soul it has with it, to let the one I create share life now. Now let’s see, to partner him up with a cock sucking slut/whore who will tell him his pussy tastes delicious (and believe that is what he’s sucking if I so wish.)

Brainwash is one of my Masterpieces. Several more are to come. See my creations from my perspective. Imagine sitting on my Goddess Throne in my court, surrounded by an array of totally obedient, thoroughly indebted and happy mind control Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, and Whores, each acting out without inhibition. They are the perfect actors, for they have truly totally become their role. My array of Academy Award winners will be on display, and later in the year, we shall have our Oscars! So pay attention, try to relate to their characters as you watch their 1-3 minutes of fame on my blogs. Remember them all. Learn about their roles. Can you see yourself as one of them? It will help you relate to their roles and paths, appreciate their journey, and prepare yourself for your own.

I’ve got to go prepare for a small summer drink party for later. Tonight is the full 50 minutes of Mommy Deepest is set up for a private screening for myself, two gorgeous Princesses, a Lesbian neighbor couple, and a Servant who shall be my personal horsy.
TALLY-HO … HO’S!

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 …

Tales of Transformation and Tribute

The rewards shall engulf him and pull him deeper towards his dreams like a whirlpool, the waters spinning from the maelstrom of my focus on him.

I am talking about my newest – and now worthy for so many reasons – Servant in Training. We shall call him simply My Clay. And to show you how greatly I reward those willing to move from where they come from to where they must be to truly transform under my guidance – he got to MEET me, be in my presence, see that I am all that my pictures show and much, much more. While I do not call him My Clay when he is under my control, it shall work as his “public” name in this blog.

Yes, hours alongside me, hours slipping into trance, hours of arousal under my guidance so that it means something to us both – him most of all.

My Clay … Clay … my moldable substance … you still feel the fingers of my will upon your mind and soul, don’t you? You feel my fingers themselves brush you as they snapped (hah, you may not remember the snap, but do not worry, it has found its place.) But you do remember my amethyst necklace. Of course you do. I play with it now in full acknowledgement of how you humbled yourself before me, and admitted you need me in so many ways.

My Clay had been among the many who adore my images, scripts, and videos via NiteFlirt. For many months he would purchase and praise, purchase and praise. Since so many men appreciate only on this level, he did not garner much attention. Then the pressure within him overcame his timidness and shyness in meeting me. I could almost feel his nerves making him tremble with that intense cocktail of desire mixed with the vulnerable nature of a soul stripping itself of defenses for the first time in his memory.

What triggered this sudden bravery – for to approach this Goddess I am aware that various shades of bravery must be brewing if not fully steeped. It was the blog I wrote about one of my most rewarded and transformed Servants. If you have not already read it, read to the second blog down, the one entitled “To Infinity and Beyond” … which is where My Clay is destined. He had read my blogs regularly (something I have explained is critical in understanding my ways and how effective they are, not to mention they show you how to gain favor with me, and stand out among the many dreamers.) All the other blogs had built up a pressure to present himself to me, but My Clay was too intimidated by my beauty and power. This, though, exploded in him the truth of how much he desperately needs me. I received an email that said essentially “I would love to see you today. You’re what can make it right. What will it take to see you. Just tell me what you want. Name it, and it’s yours. For just three hours of your time.”

I receive emails like that about once a month, sometimes in a flurry. I’ve been offered two years in a new Mercedes, trips – but the fit is more important than the flash. Does our interaction fuel the position I hold and the highest demands I put on that title? Does it enable you to transform and serve me in the purest sense? Due to the demands for me on many levels, I am not in financial need – however, money does move much of the world I intend to rule in feminine glory more and more. No amount of money though is worth three hours of fakery. So I had to prod him, like fresh meat. I had been tracking his purchases, and upon closer examination, and using some of the skills I have honed in mastering mind control, I studied his replies step by step, and realized that this one truly is willing to make something of this meeting. I decided to play, “Let’s Make A Deal.” This was in part to bring him further out of his shell. It is my intention to spread his wings to glory, make him an eagle so to speak among the doves and annoying canaries type of devotees and Servants in Training. Therefore, I had to at least get a glimpse of him ruffling his feathers of desire.

As we started with $500.00, he answered “It’s yours.” Damn right! Three hours of my time in person?!!!! I make more on a phone call while being massaged by my Slaves! It quickly doubled, and again he replied, “It’s yours.” We went to $1,500. “It’s yours.” Now that I saw that my effects on him were more important than the money, I asked if he’s ready also to open his mind to me. After that was confirmed, I raised it to $2,000. “It’s yours.” I could have gone up much more I know it, but I now knew that what he offered was “of value” to me. His mind and soul. He truly “needed” me and knew it.

I chose a safe and quiet diner to meet in. I dressed in a wonderful, flowing summer dress with heels. My cleavage and shapely legs were available, and my showered skin released the scent and pheromones of a hunter who uses sexual power and confidence as her bullet. But this time, it was loaded with tranquilizers – hah. He’s not ready for a full impact.

When we met it was pleasing that he was fresh, looked good, and was a total gentleman. The “I can’t believe you’re here” dialog that only a few lucky ones utter were among the unavoidable “You’re really her” and “God you’re gorgeous.” He needed to get that out of his system, then I was able to ask essentially, “What brought you out of your shell?” He replied, “Your blogs.” Ahh, how pleasing. He knew the importance of the hours and hours I spend sharing my blog experiences and thoughts. They are to open your mind to the truth that only I offer what you need. Hearing that, I said, “Okay, let’s go to the club.”

We were given a table in the VIP section near the DJ booth. To say that in my presence, fueled by the sexual energy he was passing to me, I “owned” that club is an understatement. I could feel cocks (untrained and uninteresting cocks) harden. We sat down, and I told him that he had better entertain me, or I would ignore him. He was at a loss for words, so I busied myself with texting Servants that are steps above him. He wiggled in hunger for my attention, the pressure building. I knew what I was doing. He had to utter words from his soul, and this was the only way to coax it. Finally, he broke through the silence and began talking. He was stages away, so I had to entrance him. I wore a specially powered necklace, powered with my sexual energy and insight. One of amethyst, that seems to glow when light hits it, which would happen when the light show sweeped. Toying with it, a few words relative to my trances and emails he purchased were heard. He drifted into a light trance intended to overcome his shyness. As his arousal overcame his fear (yes, he was hard, impressively hard) he said that the blog “Infinity” proved that I knew how to break through. The others had made him cum, made him cry for more, made him admit that he had finally found me. The One. “But until you tell me the real reason you made tonight the night, the realization that will be one of many totally revealing confessions, I will text away to others who are not afraid to speak.” And this burst the dam. Damn! I got extremely hot feeling the flow of his sexual energy into me.

I won’t tell you the details of his life, but yes, I was the only thing that could transform and guide him to be the total and complete man he must become. To die without living this was unbearable, especially now that he knew he found the woman to do this with his soul, mind, body, spirit, sex, hunger, lust, pain, pleasure, release, obedience – need I go on? His honesty flowed out so exceptionally, as his Goddess now, I could see him only as a valued Servant in Training.

The money was a symbol that showed me he would not waste my time now. But his honesty and need earned him a future in my realm. He poured out the truth, and I see how I will use this to shape him, like My Clay. Into the forms that I demand, and that his soul has been craving to experience and call its own identity.

Now, the Servant in Infinity has been open, truthful, obedient, serving, generous, and proud to let me punish and limit him for over a year. My Clay will take time, but some has been served with NiteFlirt. He is on the fast track to improvement and transformation. He has through his soul earned a place in my already-full Real Time Servant training. My dungeon has just been completed in my new house, and he shall be a Charter Member, so to speak, in Club Goddess – where the only velvet rope is the one suspending you for punishment and transformation (wicked snicker.)

Yes, My Clay … you stand out among the countless for your bravery. Your generosity is an element of your identity to me, but your soul and mind will punch those little buttons on the cash box when I do not demand a higher tribute from you.

I’m wearing the necklace as I write … I put it on, my erotic zones remembering the way your open mind touched them last night. This inspires me to push you harder, more relentlessly. If anyone needs to see how amazingly I reward those who go this far, just read Infiniti …or in a few months, read the replies that My Clay sends me.

My Clay … soon we meet again.

For readers … do you have what it takes inside you to make these steps. Yes, money is fine, and essential actually. Adorning myself, freedom to travel to gain new energy and wisdom, paying for my ever expanding website and all the videos that go into it – this all takes money. I could earn ten times this much as a kept woman. But I was born with a purpose – to be the one your seek, and deliver far more than you hope for or could imagine. Prepare for greatness, you might be My Clay some day.

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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?

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.

Action Speaks Louder Than Words

You know what gets me hot? What gets me wet? What makes it so, so hard to keep my own fingers off myself? Submissives taking action under my watchful eye, taking initiative to show me how under my leathery wings they break out, become creative as Servants and Admirers in ways to please me. And especially ways to make me greater, more erotically powerful. For isn’t that why you are here, reading? My erotic magnetism and strength draws you, snares and holds you, pulls your mind into mine, buckles your knees before me, drives your tongue to please me?

I began my day, dedicated to approving which of you shall suffer pleasure and evolve to my will, word, and touch. Sitting hours, reading your emails, receiving your adulations, listening to you pontificate, beg, hint, and grovel, brag and seek. While you spent the hour or week dwelling on me, one of you burst beyond what I expected from him. One of you took all the mind control and conditioning to task, and let it shape his thoughts, build his creative energy, embolden the spark that will attract my attention.

One rose to greatness as a slave, cumslut, fetish monger, and whore for my pleasure – and you all profit from his efforts. You all rise up as potential, as tools, devices that until plugged in are powerless. He plugged in all right. He opened his mind, he plugged in, the wetness from his cock, dripping because he had pleased me so much this week already, became a conduit for my electrifying erotic mind. With my words, and the week of transforming assignments and inductions, he evolved into something worthy of my attention.

Like so many of you in the last weeks, and the newcomers among you hopeful Saphireists, he heard that I wanted to expand awareness for what I offer through guerilla advertising. Creative graffiti and messages placed where the idea of the beauty of my level of mind control can spread. His mind, expanded through weeks of mental manipulation by his Goddess, concocted an effective way to share my power with others. The image here is his flyer, which can be either a poster, card, or bumper sticker. He put my website on his shirt, filled out the spaces with some of my more universally yet mainstream images, and spent his hard earned money to immortalize his devotion to his Goddess. The Goddess that has taken the best of her talents to transform him, to raise his sexual pleasure levels three times what they were when he met me through NiteFlirt.

When I asked him why he was so inspired (though I knew the answer) he said, ‘Because I know that what lies ahead will dwarf the already incredible way you have improved me and filled me with purpose and contentedness.” It was so honest and humble, it made me cream to push him so much more, to dream up the ways to give him all he has revealed he craves and needs, in measures far beyond what he expects so that he has not choice but to surrender to me and the changes that will make redefine him.

The world awareness of just how superior my talents in erotic hypnosis and transformation in those lucky enough to be chosen by me to enter my realm is spreading over the world. Slowly at first, but now it is like a tsunami reaching the shores of minds at a growing speed. My website -- surely the most magnificent as an art of expression for what a dominant female Goddess hypnotist can offer – does contain that magical power of the cosmos and human energy that cannot be faked. Like Martial Arts “chi” … it’s either there or it’s not, and those who gauge “masters” sense it immediately in me. And it grows, and grows.

This surprise effort on my Servants part flushed me with appreciation for the sacrifices of time and learning I go through for you all reading this. After some thought, I knew that this would inspire all of you to perform better as tools to expand my power. And you want that, for as my power grows, so does my talent for transforming you and increasing your sexual rewards. It might even lead to my inviting you to my dungeon, as I have done to this creative servant. I could not help myself, for a wise Goddess recognizes the value in a truly giving, caring Servant … it was so natural for my sexual energy to grow as I thought of ways to push him, give him what he wants, because that pleases me – to make him greater as a sexual hypnotic slave. Instantly he felt my approval, for I called him and spoke those divine words that trigger his mind to open. All day as he told me his ideas on how his week was spent serving me all over Hollywood, how his plan matured and bore fruit, I spoke my transforming words into his ear. Short calls, repeated … all day, he answered my ring, my command to open his mind and let me plant more seeds of sexual reward and new training into his mind. It made me so hot knowing his sacrifice for me, and what I was doing in to his mind in reward, that I changed from my morning lingerie to my most titillating leather, for he had sparked my own need for sexual gratification. I had a Servant over helping me arrange the gifts some of you were wise enough to purchase off my Amazon Wish List, and luckily he was a fine-bodied Submissive. He felt the sudden release of my passion as I talked with my most creative Servant in the field, for I wanted to reward him with the audio of what it will be like when I call him to my dungeon to experience me in the flesh.

All of you – all of you will now show me how much you appreciate your Goddess and his efforts. His collage of my power and website I present to you all as a device to spread awareness of me. Those of you smart enough to know that you crave my next level of control and conditioning will make your own posters, cards, or bumper stickers from my file/images. And you will peddle and paste them where people will see. I will get some callers, for sure, as I already have had some from Hollywood. But just as important is the psychic awareness it spreads among minds and the energy of hypnosis, mind control, erotic expansion, wicked deviance, and sexual evolution. Like a wave building in the deeper ocean, the idea that a Goddess of hypnotic control and physical beauty of my level is out there, drawing them to fly over the crest of the wave of change I break upon their collective wills.

Mmm, already, writing this, another wave of desire to reward this Servant reaches me. And I will call him again, evolve his mind some more. And YOU, all of you, will think more of how he sacrificed a bit of time and imagination and got the reward that you crave – my direct and continued attention.

ACTION … let me see you take my mental energy and act upon it, make a change, show me your talents as a servant, sexual slave, deviant, and transforming Saphireist.

Honor Thy Goddess

Uncontrolling Drool, Unable to even stop it. subconsciously tied to his chair.




Scientists studying fish finally proved that in a school of thousands, it is always the same fish who lead, while the multitudes followed. It doesn’t have to do with an ability to lead in a direction, it simply has to do with natural desire. It is far more common for genes to shape a mind and soul to follow. To command the direction of others takes special talents, naturally given on a genetic level. The fish who follow have an over-developed talent to respond instantly to the gestures and sonic signs given off by the fish born to lead. With man evolving from the oceans, it is easy to see why it is impossible for us to outgrow millions of years of evolution. When the last fish were forced into leading, they lost motivation to live, forgot to eat, and stopped reproducing. In essence, they were removing themselves from the gene pool. As they should be.

And from this I understand why it is so easy for me to command my servants. The very thought waves I have project what you might call confidence or natural dominance, when in fact it surely emanates from deeper inside my being, and is received deeper in yours. Add to that the fact that I have focused all my power as a special human being toward dominating the world of men who are lucky enough to be around me. Voila, you have my school of fishies, though I happen to prefer calling them Servants or in some cases Piggies, happy to thoughtlessly follow me. I understand this, and am amused when I watch Servants get lost in the flow, knowing they can’t exist without me.

But when a Servant betrays me or denies me what is promised or expected, that is another matter. Bitchboy suffered for this, as you are now about to find out. Bitchboy had progressed smoothly, though he should have been more appreciative of his Goddess’ dedication, since he was truly pathetic without me before we met. It was his greatest blessing to see in me his only path to fulfillment. He earned his way into being my house bitchboy, serving me, tending to my needs, being my whipping boy when I so desire. And in return, I evolved him, I showed him the horrors of his life in my views, and it devastated him to the point where he finally allowed himself to be who he really was deep inside. And for the first time, he found peace, fulfillment, and a reason to live and be who he was. I answered his question (as I do in so many) of “Why have I suffered all these events in my life.” It was to prepare him for me, and so that he would appreciate the amazing world I offered.

You would think that he would be forever grateful. And he was, for some time. Then one day, he disappeared without finishing his duties. His list was days long, and he vanished. I know wandering hits people, even a bitchboy as promising as he was … for I had taken him quite a way in training. In fact, one of my deepest conditionings is triggered with a snap of the finger. His desire to please me is so great, that he is reduced to near animal existence – but this brings amazing pleasure that if you have not felt it, you could not understand why it is so intoxicating. The Experiment needed to be induced into him to fully transform him, and The Experiment developed well. Well enough so that I have him performing any deed I wish on camera. With two snaps of my finger, I reduce him to pure animal lusting, drool streaming from his mouth. So how could he possibly think he could find any reason for living without me? I had to let life take its toll on him in the meantime. And it did.

Shortly after disappearing, his body became bound by its desire to be with me, it became uncoordinated. A sudden ill placed and timed effort was all it took, and he tore his Achilles Tendon, badly enough to end up in the hospital. While this was not directly my doing, the subconscious mind finds many ways to force the body to do what it is programmed to do. He was so deeply under in pain killers that his subconscious was craving me but his body was unable to move. That is when I found him. I called his hospital room, and upon answering, I snapped my finger once. His mind woke up. I snapped again, and the drooling began. I enforced it deeper and deeper with every second of my voice, and slowly, his entire body came alive. He is still hobbled, but as he shook off his drugs, he became aware of how much his body and soul needs me to thrive. This is the control level a true goddess exists to exploit and direct.

After some time, his mind, body, and soul found its way back again, but not without some penance and torment. Now he lives in fear of revealing to the world his true reason for living, and his many ways of serving me. I have captured it on video. And this is enough to fill him with obedience and block any idea of being free of me. An Uncontrolling Drooling. In his mind. His hands are tied and useless. I do not do this for my own pleasure, though I love seeing him and any man tremble, especially when they disobey me. I do this for his own good, to cut off any distracting thought of seeking answers where they do not exist.

I am the center of his reason for being, his center of awareness, knowledge, lust, pleasure, evolution, and health. There is no other source.

A true Goddess knows when to punish, and knows when life and the cosmos will do her punishing for her, with torn Achilles Tendons if needed. Or just ask my Cumslut, who distanced himself from me, only to find his need so great, his addiction to pleasure so advanced, that his back seized up every night in yearning. He did not link the two, but the symptoms disappeared the day he began showing his devotion to serving me. The Experiment in him had a lot to do with this, for it never sleeps, and was growing even as he slept and denied his needs for me. When I triggered the Experiment, it rose up so strong in him that it stunned him. And I have just begun my second level of empowering the Experiment. My recordings do some of this for me, but the rest comes directly from me. If anyone wants to hear just how amazingly fulfilling and erotic the Experiment makes your life of servitude to your Goddess, just ask him.

My Bitchboy will earn his way back into full favor and then I will continue my transforming of him into what he desires. Take heed wishful servants – there is no escape once your soul tastes my control. You punish yourself when you try to cut off you source of guidance and pleasure on my level. And whether you are led back by injury, the cosmos, lust or weakness, you will come back, and beg to be allowed to suffer to my inner circle again.

Valentines Day Entry Winner

Why did this one win? First he's learned humility. He begins by thanking me for an opportunity most of you asswipes havn't learned I have little interest in yet. As he notes, I don't really care what pleases you... I don't have to.

But even better, he's learned to find even more satisfaction in serving my needs, than gains in gratifying his self. He has discovered a world beyond his cock, and that world is the unending world of lust I create.

this is a man who came to me as an asswipe and learned how to be more, and offer satisfaction to me, rather than find an outlet for his meager orgasm.

So happy Valentine's Day to him this year, I am pleased someone earned that much from me. This asswipe has earned a pvt cam induction followed by several of my new seductive pics(and it's only getting hotter) and a copy of my hypnotic seduction video which will be available to others shortly.

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Goddess, like all your other loyal servants I thank you for this rare opportunity. In the years I have served you, this is the first chance I can recall, that I’ve not only gone without punishment for telling you my ideal of how it should be, but encouraged to speak up as well.

We both know I was an asswipe before your guidance. I was simply after my own gratification and indulgences at the expense of a beautiful woman of your caliber. But you taught me better, that one that can have anything she desires would not settle for the sweaty, grunting thrusts of a man only concerned with his own explosion. That one, who wishes to be in your presence and experience pleasure with you, must first earn his way.

That is the way of life, nothing spectacular ever just happens. For something to be cherished it must be earned.

But you also taught me to appreciate the struggle. Years ago I think this letter I write now would be littered with pointless and short term penetrations. But instead my ideal session continues the more subtle aspects of obedience as pleasure you have taught me.

You deny me. You withhold my release. And in such ways my pleasure is extended, not for the 20 minutes most men experience, but for days, months… mind boggling amounts of time. I pity lesser men who never learn to appreciate this struggle.

But my ideal session now doesn’t promote me to gratification, but instead to greater levels of denial. Hands bound behind me and head fixed in position as you taunt my eager body, begging for a touch that never comes. Forcing me to please your orally and taste you with no return for me.

Even greater depths of sustained pleasure as you indulge in other men before my eyes. All of them hell bent on bringing you to orgasm. And yet my desire is never quenched through orgasms, as their’s is. But instead I am to be your hygiene tool, simultaneously repulsed as I slurp away their semen from you, but also just grateful for at least that bit of contact with your beauty.

My ultimate session is about the new sensibilities you have instilled in me. Pleasing you, extending my own excitement beyond the fornication, and treasuring each subtle opportunity to be a part of your eroticism.

-Asswipe