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.

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.

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.

My Own Private Dancer...

My own private dancer. Yes, a Stripper, working for me, his Goddess. A hunk of flesh, surrendered to sexual needs, to the need for attention, to strip to turn you on. Confident on stage, truly turned on to the point that it’s wet where it should be, the sexuality radiating off the hot body to consume the audience with pheromones of pure lust. The first words out of someone’s mouth would normally be, “How Sexy,” or “I need that,” or “How cool.” This truly is a great sexual high, to have a stripper who – to the very core – needs you to cum while watching, exists only to pleasure your visual erotic hungers. The right word is, “Ca-Ching!” for your Goddess. But the sexual delight it’s giving my Servant, who I shall call Saphires Voyeur, and his audience, is the true endless value in this. Oh, and how very much his audience enjoys they’re watching someone that is more turned on in the stripping than they are makes them lust for more. It truly is one of the hottest private strip shows on the Net … ahh, but I get ahead of myself, and he shall prove it to you in video.

That’s right. HE. I have turned a man, who had fixations on strippers and his own sexuality, into the hottest nympho hunk you’d imagine. His confessions of erotic pleasure after every strip would shock Penthouse Forum!


Voyeur came to me with what seemed like the most innocent hope: that he would be less inept with women, more confident, and more sexually inspiring. Right from the start, I knew he had a few essential ingredients I had been waiting to abuse.

He has a very nice, tight body, which I have worked out even more until it’s a sight to behold. He truly does have, or rather, DID have, a feeble, inept way of appealing to women. In reality, he had almost no appeal, and considering he’s good looking, he was pathetic without me. And, he was humiliatingly broke. Always counting his pennies on the dresser between paychecks. Without money, confidence, a good social game, and guidance, his body meant little to women. Oh, but I had the cure, all right.

I would turn him into a gyrating sex machine, the lust he feels inside turned into pure animal sexual beats , driven by music. The release he feels transfers over the screen, and it’s truly hot, even to me, to watch what I have created.

It started with identifying his awe of strippers. I knew that I could use my mind control to infuse that into his own mind. As we had a few Inductions, he knew my voice and style was what he had wanted all his life. Now he had it. I began training his body, pushing it to give more to others through sexual expression, movement, and release. The conditioning was diverse, and always erotic for him. I truly was re mapping his brain to identify all stages of his learning, and his movements in front of the camera, as a sexual feast for his audience. And, that he would gain his sexual confidence and erotic release more with every dance.

It’s funny, how awkward dancing becomes MTV style moves, simply by removing inhibitions and lack of confidence. I coached him, released the inner dancer in him, while building up his body and sexual hunger to perform. Men and women, both would be his audience. He progressed well, then suddenly it was like his entire being disappeared and was replaced by a hunk of sexuality, existing only to make his audience cum by his moves and intensity.

I tested him out on some very hard to please Goddesses who understand, and viewed him myself until he forced pleasure in me exactly as I would demand of his audience.

So I had solved his two goals: more sexual presence, and more confidence. Now, I had to solve his money problems. You see, he did not know that once he was my mental slave, he would be working for his Goddess. That’s right. When he strips, he is paid. And he gives most of that, happily, to his Goddess, the one who took him from being a pathetic hot body, and made him a sexual dance demon.

Imagine it from your perspective. You spend your entire day needing a sexual high, a release or something that feeds your fetishes. You know that you get that visually, but, there is a need for the experience to be mutual. You need to know that the stripper is as out of control with sexual high as you are. Meanwhile, across the country, this seemingly conservative 30 year old, chiseled body banker, has a subconscious slowly building up a need to feed his nympho addiction to stripping for you. Both pressures reach a boiling point by the time you are both in front of the cams.

Voyeur channels Goddess’ spirit and control into his mind moments before he goes on line. You find him. Thank God he’s on line! His fees are well worth it. He and you are wet with excitement. The lighting is perfect. The music adds to the sexual experience. Then he starts … starts dancing, his eyes glazing over in pure sexual overload. His body moves, building up a huge reserve of cum as his body is trained to produce more cum the more you watch and get turned on. He’s trained to tune out everything in the world except building your sexual high. It’s obvious, you’ve never seen a man so sexually high and sharing this with you. He can’t stop what I have programmed into him, and wouldn’t if he could – surely you won’t.

His performance builds and builds, to your designs, adding in your personal fetish moves or clothes. His body becomes slick with sweat, showing his sexual focus and peaks. He locks his eyes on you, knowing how much you both need the connection of his erotic performance to release in a huge orgasm. He is trained to come on command, as many times as I deem correct, and that means, he is trained to please you in this course to pleasure. And I must say, that I pushed his body to look hard enough to please even his Goddess.

I have turned his poverty into plenty… his failures into erotic highs … and made him a service to the hundreds out there every night that lust for a male stripper that not only gets off on what he does, but has all the erotic power of a man infused with the sexuality of a Goddess in him. Insatiable, limitless erotic pressure is released in every dance.

Through the genius of your Goddess, I have given the world the ultimate voyeuristic sex toy! Plug it into your mind, sit back, and let it rock your sexual world.

Saphires Voyeur is available for shows at my convenience(email me for inquiries)...Good Job Bitchboy..Keep doing it well for your Goddess. Your funds are coming in quite handy.......

Congratulations! It's a GIRL!

Not just any girl. A transformed Servant, a creature designed by the infusion of my energy, a man who had faith in the powers of his Goddess. And now, after delivering to him his dream, his lifelong obsession – correcting his reality to free him to be what he yearns to be – I own him. No one could be more pleased than he is … well, except for of course your Goddess, ravenous for new minds and souls.

All she had to do was … totally give in … let me closer … let me enter her completely.

The scars of childhood, with its emotional crashes, may have led to this on its own. But my Baby Girl I believe was born with an identity split between being a man or a woman. She was born with the body of a man, and lived with this for decades. But then, reminders in her world awakened the female spirit more and more. How do they start? Where do they come from? You’ve got to be kidding. Look around. The female form in advertising is stunning. Any man with an iota of feminine in him, especially the desire to cross dress and see himself adorned and made up so well, cannot deny his need for long. Example?

Flashback. Victoria Secrets … standing in front of mannequin #1 in the window. Isn’t she sexy? Hmm, how would that feel, those panties, that bra? Could I pose like that? Oh and those heels, how sexy, how delicate I’d have to be to walk in them. Wait, um, I better just think about that Valentine gift for my girlfriend, because I can’t deal with this sort of imagination.

But, you cannot deal without living up to your need to be a woman. That impulse has proven to be so strong that it exists underground in every era, every society, since civilization began. The male need to be a woman, to feel the power and wonder of womanhood, is timeless, and one of the most powerful motivators to change. Those who say people don’t change have not dealt with – a) a truly longing cross-dresser, b) someone with equal male/female identities, c) me, your Goddess of supernatural powers.

Baby Girl found me from his little computer at home. Oh, he had already realized his need to dress as a woman. He has sneaked those little pieces of lingerie he hid. He had worn them, paraded in front of the mirror. He was doing this to accentuate his more feminine features. Learned to do make up on himself. And he felt the sweet taste of this transformation removing an y responsibility for acting such a way. It was fleeting though. He misdiagnosed himself. He was not a simple surface dresser, and was not looking for any old female form to mimic. His needs ran all the way past bone deep, to the very core of his soul and mind. Only I could see that, and, see what he needed as a model for himself.

His transformation could have been easy and swift. But, the thrill Baby Girl felt when I put her under trance was dwarfed by his fear of being discovered, and what this all meant to his masculinity. He would disappear for weeks at a time. A whole month. He knew from our first time that I was the one, the one who could deliver his ultimate need and truth. And this terrified him. Going through the point of no return, that point where he could never forget how important this is to him, was indeed monumentally frightening.

I would take him back because I had tasted the benefits of owning him, of being the one responsible for totally transforming someone so close yet so resistant and flightly.

He disappears on and off , then appeared, apologizing, in his own way. This was the breaking point for me. Either he went all the way, or he didn’t. I knew enough about him to identify, this is the type of man who needs a key motivator – fear! I had his life in my hands if I so chose.

Before I moved in that direction, I had to take him one more time to a much deeper reality and reward. I altered my hypnotic control, but he doesn't need it … and gave him an intense feeding of his dream, his real identity released in the most amazing form he could imagine. I had set him on course to recognize that if he lets me take control of his mind and will, he will transform into a version of the one woman he adores most – his Goddess. That’s right. I would allow him the time to feel the level of female passion, power, and sexual fulfillment that Goddess Saphire feels, but only slightly. A partially empowered clone, if you like. Then once this set in, the joy of it, I let him spring the trap by trying to retreat. I say “him” now because it was before his total surrender. Soon he became what he is in reality – “her”. Baby Girl.

“I will not tolerate your disappearance! I present to you the greatest gift a man needing to transform into a woman could dream to have, and it’s before you. A lesser Goddess would leave you to your own weakness. But I chose you out of your greatest need and I will not allow you to discard my gift. I shall force you to become what you are destined to become.” She was not sure what I meant. Then the phone rang at her house. I knew her roommate, a close friend and someone in his same line of work, would answer. She was terrified. She knew that I could destroy her life. And I should have, for living it as a lie. I hung up, then gave her/him an earful of fear that shook him free from this lie of a life he is living. “If you ever show any apprehension again, I will divulge everything to your roommate. And worse yet, I shall leave you forever with the awareness of how amazing it felt to be fully a woman. Do you understand me?” She was too humiliated to answer. Then, I told her the reward after he agreed to this deal. “I will force you to become a woman on such a complete level, that I will OWN YOU. And I don’t even care to wait for your reply. I am taking control, NOW. I OWN YOU!”

This is what she needed. Responsibility for her transformation taken from her.

She had no choice at all by this time. I had the power, I had the secret, I had the means, I had her future, life, soul, mind, and reality in my hands.

But oh, this could have ended in so many varied bad ways. Instead, she is in his dream! Living it!

I now control her reality. Through focused mind control, training, and obedience, I will now turn her into the greatest example of female sexuality anyone in her mindset could hope for.

She is overwhelmed with pleasure, totally whole and fulfilled now, for once. She adores me, has faith in me, and is so pleased to be owned in return. And for me , the reward is obvious. I own her. I control all her sexual identity, her pleasure, and I shall continue to push her beyond her limits in all erotic realms.

Something Wicked This Way Cums-Post Halloween

Follow my play on words, hopeful worshippers. Something wicked – hmm, ten guesses on who that would be. This way cums …

HALLOWEEN, the night of the big pretenders. However, the day is one of my favorite holidays/celebrations. It brings a few elements into the world. One is of course the costumes and play acting I see in parades. They seldom catch the intensity and realism of true BDSM on the level that I demand. Yet, it’s enough of an inspiration walking among the fakers and vanilla guys and girls pretending to be dominant or submissive to make me warm and moist with anxiousness to return to my dungeon. Why? We’ll get to that. First, reason to that I like Halloween.

Movies. Fake as they are, they can offer inspiring moments. Halloween opens many horror movies, and they are, thankfully, showing more creative ways to torture. Earlier in the year, the opening kill in Hostel II showed the girl suspended over the dome, who sliced her slowly with the scythe. ORGASMIC! The suspension, the control, the pain, the patience to savor every moment – yes, that began to capture the true settings.

Then in Captivity, filling the chamber with sand, while the gorgeous, panicked, sexy, submitting girl was viewed – I only can get into this sort of female victim role because she ends up killing her captors at the end. Using her wits and sexuality, she beats the men and kills them, as they deserve.

I ventured out looking positively spellbinding in my corset, with devil horns. Not too elaborate as my body is so craved that it’s torturous in itself, and therefore needs little horror added to it. And sexy nurses and cops are just sooooooo trivial.

In the parade, I saw a man who would use devices to attach his cock to a device that strangled him as he got more turned on, or moved to please himself, which was impossible not to do, because he was being escorted by two of the sexiest women I’ve seen in ages: strong, curvy, young, dominant. This reminded me of the scene in SAW IV, my favorite, of the man on the blocks of ice that is slowly strangling.

Which leads me … BACK TO MY DUNGEON.

If you picked up the hints … female, breath play, suspension, orgasm – you’d be primed, hard, and wet by now.

I had divided my dungeon space to male and female, knowing that what I saw in the parade would open up my two primary realms of pleasure – pain and orgasm. Guess who got which?

Let’s show our audience what we have today. On our left, our resident servant hoping to become a true Gimp. He was tied into a rack. In front of him, at eye level, was a monitor that showed a loop of my sexiest Vid Snippets. In his ears were earplugs that filled his brain with the sexiest commands your Goddess saves for true deep erotic mind control. And what’s this placed in front of his crotch? I had left him artfully tied so that as he got aroused, his cock would rise, and touch a button that triggered an electric stimulation connection. What was the electrical source connected to? A cock ring and head ring that was made of glass, so that the electric charge would travel up the glass, thereby up his shaft. As he got hard, his cock head would touch the button right in front of it, he would get a mild jolt of electricity to his cock. Sound painful? It is, a bit, but, what happens is that it pulses this charge over and over, and it makes the cock unimaginably hard. I had put on either side small plexiglass rails that his sharp points on it, so that as he got harder, these points would drive into his skin … but not enough to lose blood, just enough to pain him. This is only a little of the pain I set up for him. You see, his balls were tied off to hang down from his body, so that it takes a huge build up to cum. And, his shaft was bound tight by leather I soo enjoyed tightening before I left. What happens is that as he got to cum, it would hit the closed door of the cock and leather … this would force his balls to explode in his tubes and fill him with the most unbearable burning inside as he came. I left him hours ago.

His face looked as if someone had driven him insane and speechless. His eyes bugged out, unable to not watch more of me on the screen. But his mouth was contorting silently, over and over, as the pain had grown so constantly while I was gone. He could not even speak, only grunt like a cum producing slave animal now addicted to pleasure over pain. He muttered “no more” or something between grunts … just like I like them.

Hmmm, by inspection, I would say he must have cum at least four times by now. His balls were huge, swollen deep red, and ready to cum again. His cock had small pinpricks of blood in a few places where his erection swelled past the sharp points. I turned up the electrical charge, and turned him around to watch me work on the opposite wall of the dungeon.

I had let a woman lie down on a soft bed, tied her down, and placed headphones over her ears, programming her into deep addiction to follow my every command, and tonight I had focused on her fetish, which was breath play orgasms. I had also been, for months, planting a trigger (that I shall keep secret) that would make her orgasm, and another to quit, much like the Servant Script, but far more deeply planted and deviously primal in its appeal. She had begged me to take her to the greatest limit in this, and now, she was getting more than her mind and body could ever imagine or handle.

She wore thigh highs and pumps, nipple clamps that were not too tight, and dangled a long metal chain. I led her, in a daze, to climb up and stand on two benches, that were 3 feet above the floor. Rather shaky, they were placed 2 feet apart so when she stood on them in her high heel pumps, her legs were spread open must right. She almost fell balancing on them. She was facing a mirror. I put her wrists in handcuffs behind her back. I commanded her to close her eyes. She now stood high up to the ceiling, under a hook she did not notice. I quickly put a noose around her neck. She was instantly alarmed, but was helpless now to get out of this.

“You will orgasm more times than you can count. You will do it because I control your orgasms and I control your breathing. The orgasms will get stronger each time as you realize that it makes you weaker, and if you fall, your ultimate fetish – to have an intense orgasm at the very moment of total strangulation.” She was filled with fear and arousal so great she was hyperventilating. That was fine, since I was now climbing up a platform behind her. I turned on a projector that covered her perfect torso with video snippets of me in all my erotic torture moments. Then, I put on my vibrating strap on. I slid it between her legs, so that it rested on her clit. Then, I used my remote control to start torturing the Gimp. He watched me and could not help his arousal, which drove him insane knowing that I was just starting to make him cum. The woman’s legs were trembling as I slid the vibrating dildo up into her wet chasm or pleasure. Then, I took one hand, now clad in a leather glove, and placed it over her nose and mouth. Then, I began pumping slowly in and out of her. This was combining every erotic fetish she had. The vibrating dildo hit its mark. And once the orgasms started building, they did not stop.

I am a master at erotic breath play. The more turned on and orgasmic I got, the more the Gimp got, and the more she got. Her first orgasm was so intense she nearly fell right off the start! But she clenched around my strap on with her lips to steady herself, which sent a huge wave or orgasmic intensity to me at the right moment, and I could barely keep from fucking her right off the stools. Whew, talk about intense.

Then, I began again … faster. Soon, we had a rhythm going, with her bending just enough to allow perfect penetration to her G spot. There we were, a triangle or orgasms. Any one of us could cum first, triggering the sudden orgasms in the others. Only your Goddess was conditioned enough in orgasmic intensity to keep going. Your Wicked Energizer Bunny of Mind Control kept the Gimp and Hang Slut going for over an hour. And each orgasm got more intense, more draining, more painful for the Gimp and more addicting to the Hang Slut.

A few times, she did almost fall, one time to the point that she was choking for a half minute before I could recover enough from my release to balance her properly again.

When I had had enough, I removed the noose. She begged me not to, but, I know when I have had enough, and, when she was properly programmed. The Gimp? When I untied his balls, a flood of cum mixed with a pinkish blood from a few exploding tubes drained out in a huge volume.

I left them to be cared for and cleaned up by my Servants, who had jealously waited in their cages, silent, blindfolded, only listening to hours of erotic pleasure.

Yes, how I do love Halloween. Seems to unlock doors of creative sadism in me. But, to everyone’s pleasure. You should see how I treat the Elves in December!