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.

CumSlut Rising

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your Summer Hypnotic Video Tease

Your Goddess Is In For The Summer..Training New Pets, and keeping existing servants close by submitting to her every word. Will you be Next?

the arousal...so addictive....like a drug...making you addictive

Preview

Well now....Thought I was gone?..Disappeared from the face of this earth? Nahhhh I haven't gone anywhere at all. Do I have to continue showing proof of how I've mastered seeping into your little minds allowing it to follow my every command?. No I don't!!! Goddess has been away from her blogs training those fortunate enough to fit into her realm. The last few months has been filled with New Puppets, Servants, and Admirers all in training. All willing to give their very life up just for me (naturally that is how i prefer it to be) I have NO TIME to waste. It has been quite tedious to explain my ways through blogging. Perhaps i'll hand over the task to a servant worthy of collecting my thoughts.

I'm not here to have my time wasted and if you so try to....well, read my past blogs That should explain what occurs. Now if you desire to worship me in servitude or go through any of my inductions, you can reach me on Niteflirt and or follow the instructions on my website to the TEE. Do not take it upon yourself to contact me on my chat or video programs, unless you give yourself to me completely and are in training. Otherwise You'll be ignored or Drained of your funds...hahaha

The above is a small snippet of todays events on Paltalk and Yahoo, that I performed on 3 of my new servants.

I am what you want but are you really what i need? You'll be powerless against such a beautiful woman of authority.

GS

Trashing Trust

“Orgasm” reaches its highest limits during a total loss of control, both mental and physical. This requires trust in yourself, in your journey, fantasy, reality, partner, Goddess, Domina, and tools. Trust is a benchmark not only for the Vanilla world of banking, deal making, and family structure, but also in my realm of torment, mind control, BDSM, transforming, erotic pleasures – the list goes on and on.

As part of my Rule, the rules of Trust are integral to the very definition of who I am.

And Damn It! When someone under my control has his trust abused by a so-called “entrusted expert” my blood boils. And when my blood boils, heads roll, heads of cocks get put in a vise. Oooo, how I wish that I had the head of the cock of the truly vile Consultant that conned one of my favored Servants! What I would do to him consumed my mind all this morning.

This scum trashed trust!

You all are familiar with the $50 billion con job news that broke on Wall Street? This scandal con job is so massive it would be like Warren Buffet was announced as a Con Artist. The deception this con job, perpetrated over a decade, required from Consultants like this one who screwed my client over is so obvious. There is no way that this Consultant was not aware that his job was to bring fools into this Ponzi Scheme. As news of this opens up, more and more will be revealed that the consultants knew about this as a fraud. They were essentially rewarded for bringing people who trusted them into this con job. Hundreds will go to trial. And if I had my way, they would end up in my dungeon!

My poor favored Pet. A Goddess of true worth protects her Servants as much as possible, and guides them when they are loyal and obedient to a better life. So imagine my rage when I find out that this Consultant, who came to me for Control, ended up so desperate for money that he used my Pet in his con job investment in this record breaking fraud.

To give you an idea on how massive and unprecedented this fraud is, most fraud of a hundred million gets front page news for days. The fraud of Enron brought down kingpins and was news for a year. It destroyed pensions. On various levels its fraud can be posted at ten billion. But this is FIFTY BILLION DOLLARS. A Ponzi scheme lasting decades. This is now seen as so obvious that there is no way that this P.O.S. Consultant did not know what he was doing to my Pet and hundreds of others.

Oh how my mind has wandered from one torture device to another, my mind drooling to get its teeth into the flesh of this social cancer of a man.

The CB2, a Cock Ball Torture prison made of acrylic! That is where I would start. I would put it on him. It fits snug. When he gets aroused, small needle sharp points drive into his cock and balls. There is a ring to keep the blood in the cock, so that it never escapes. Over time, let’s say, half an hour, just the blood trapped is unbearable. The skin gets super sensitive. The points on the cock shaft, balls, and head feel like needles, especially when I spank that CB2. The more he is aroused, the more torturous it is. And then there is the fact that if you trap blood there long enough, veins explode. The thought of blood dripping from his cock eye was all that kept me from screaming!

Then as he was about to pass out, I would remove it. He would be overjoyed, so distracted from the relief of pain that he would not notice my putting him into my stockade. Oh yes, calling 3 of the most endowed Slaves over to pulverize his ass with cocks that would make a donkey jealous is on my list of Must Do.

His ass would belong to the Slaves and their cocks. But his balls and cock would be in my realm of pain. You have no idea how the pain increases with each slap from a riding crop. His balls would slowly fill up with blood from the bruises. First it hurts. Then, the veins in his balls literally start to explode. Even the landing of a fly on his balls would be felt and hurt. I happen to have the most gorgeous silver extensions for my fingertips. The fit snugly over the fingernails. One set are rasps. Yes, the same things that scrap off shavings of wood from oak. The other favorites are star patters that roll. What this Goddess knows to do is apply just the fingertips on the balls, and grip them, fondle them. Normally this would be pleasure. But for this scum, each touch would release a pinprick of blood. His nerve endings would feel as if I let him on fire, for hours.

A ball gag in his mouth would be nice, but his tears and snot from crying would need to be soaked up with cloth. His sense of suffocation from crying so much would be a delight for my to my ears. I would record this for my Pet Slave Servant to enjoy every night his finances are recovering from this con job.

Finally, when his body has been turned inside out, and after literally 24 hours of ass, ball, and cock torture, I would begin on his mind.

I would place him in my ass fucking chair. This chair straps him in and slowly penetrates him with a vibrating dildo. I would face him to my trio of screens, and put headphones on him. He would witness visions of my torture, while his mind is systematically being wiped clean. And when I say wiped clean, I mean his mind is reduced all the way down to jellyfish. He will be unable to talk without a command. And I would command him to spend the rest of his life triggered to be a cock slut of such high addiction that his body would expire just like a heroin addict. His need to be raped up the ass and in the mouth would begin the moment he wakes and go on until he passes out. Life in and out of jail for being unable to delay taking cock and torture would be his way of life. His life would end within a year of sexual addiction on this level. <>He would think he needs more every cock he takes.

As a Goddess of Highest Repute, I do not do this to men, slaves, Admirers, or Worshippers – I reserve this skill as a fantasy of what my mental powers can do to the worst of society. This is how the worst of the worst should be punished. And this is what will happen to Consultant should he ever enter the realm of a Goddess who is unable to control the limits of her torture. He deserves it. He is a maggot, putrid and infecting anyone he touches. I hope his short term in prison puts him in a cell with the biggest, nastiest Sadist on his row.

Now, for those of you who were turned on by what I just wrote … Yes, Your Goddess can control herself so that you can enjoy smaller degrees of each of the tortures listed above. Just make me an offer I cannot refuse.

Sugar,Spice,Everything Naughty And Nice

There I was, minding my own business, a slave cleaning my dungeon and looking quite ladylike in his Maid outfit despite his muscles, when one of my new and most favored, obedient Admirers contacted me on Yahoo IM. He had slowly been opening up to me, and his honesty, plus the purchase of several inductions and video clips, showed me he is dedicated to serve and evolve for me.

His reason for finding me was becoming more clear. Here he was, a very masculine man, fit, good looking, and always seemingly “in charge.” He sampled many of my pictures and read through all of my script descriptions. Gradually a theme began to form as to what most got his curiosity. They were all having to do with being more female. His questions of me had to do with how I felt, how it was to be me, and then it would shift back to hypnotism and serving me. His Desire of course was ME, and I knew he wanted me to build this in him. This was also his personal desire to change his identity and let out of him what was inside and ignored for so long. I knew how to bring this out and nurture it, which is one of the great things about hypnotism.

Now I knew he was going to look at a lot of this form his male perspective, so I had to give him a name that would wake him up to what he wanted me to bring out of him. I wasn’t sure he deserved the level of attention that this would require. But, as he evolved, so did his required appreciation. His subconscious know how overwhelmingly pleasured he was at being forced to face his feminine mind and inside being. It was sleeping, dormant, ignored. His appreciation blossomed when he was compelled to pay for some private webcam induction guidance and control from me. His first moments I could see totally changed his viewpoint. He felt it too, for his determination to win enough favor for more webcam time grew until he got what he needed.

World, meet Queer Boy. As you will meet him in my video blog.

If you want the most talented, wicked, and powerful Goddess to transform you, you must accept my honesty as the truth that it is. I knew how I had to proceed, and he swallowed it hook, line, and cock-choker – I mean, sinker.

I could have used my usual inductions on him, but his case was special. And if your needs are special, pay heed to what you must do and allow. Sure, I had him listen and read inductions. But then I made it more personal. I had him put up his webcam, and he could watch me. As I entranced him, I gave him subtle hints, suggestions, but mostly, I just had him watch me while entranced. His response grew. His inductions had made him want to be Me. As I watched him, I felt like a Tigress, on the hunt, caging his masculinity and freeing his feminine side, and he felt it too. Putting on some sexy leopard lingerie, he wanted so much to be a woman.

The turning point was when I put on lipstick. I had instructed him to place a chap stick nearby. The Power Word I used was Beautiful. As he watched, his Beautiful came out, and on instinct he began putting on his make up, to be Me. It was so natural, and met no resistance. He could feel that he was becoming a woman, and it was so pleasurable, that he could not resist. At my command, he put on his collar, which removed all his final masculine identity. He was now my Beautiful Bitch Slave, my Queer Boy. I ordered him to put his Ball Gag in his mouth so he could not voice any opposition, he could only listen and copy me. And when I told him he had to dress as a woman for me on cam to feel like me, he jumped at the chance! but that's too much to share with you on video.

In moments he was stripping, then dressing, as the woman he knew he was inside, and the Beauty I was making him. He needed more appliance of my powers, so I had a special video made with us and for us both. One that degrades the male in him, and pumps up the female. He was incredibly aroused and enjoyed being a woman so much that it was hard for me to guide him to ending it. Now he has a special video just for him that will enslave his mind each time and take him where he wants to go with my control. Of course, this was a rather expensive video for him to arrange and own, but, it shows how far one will go under my guidance and control. He became what he sought, and found his Mistress Master Goddess in Me!

For those of you with special fetishes or needs, a video like this will transform you more each day, and deliver more erotic power in your fetish of choice, than you can handle. Each day becoming more effective. Send me an email with your ideas or fetish, and I will begin a process that is beyond your limits and it will surely change you to my designs and your dreams.

Personification Of Lust.

Wicked In White, Luscious in Lips, Sinful in Surrender, Creamy in Cum


4 Minutes of Sheer Pleasure @150.00 Expensive? SO WHAT!!"Even the Deaf And Dumb Are Smart Enough To Sign Language Me Big Checks!"

I woke up from a dream .. still foggy from it. I was … hmmm, let me remember. There was a voyeur. Oh, that’s right. I was shopping, for one of my stunning dresses. First I was in a store, shopping, not noticing that first one, then another, and then many men were watching me. I’m quite used to this of course. But, in this dream, I could read their faces, all of them looking differently, and at different things. But all looking so intensely at me. Normally a word from me would shoo them away, but in the dream, I was communicating with their minds. I could hear that I was like, um, it’s still vague and somewhat lost in my dreams. But, it could be described as the personification of lust.

Each man had specifics that created unbridled lust, swelling lust, the type that takes over every function of your body. The type that makes cum build and pour out cocks without notice. The type that makes you salivate. And I of course presented all their specifics. What was so interesting to me was the clarity of this idea of Personifying Lust on all its levels.

The lust was theirs. But, the levels upon which it is encoded, translated, and then turned into thought and actions is like a symphony. Each part of him, an instrument that I play. The music builds to a crescendo.

Lust isn’t just what they see. It is the reaction within them. That is what is important. Not what they see, but how it takes over physiologically, mentally, and then changes who they are, for that moment and sometimes forever if the Lust is overwhelming and different. A good example is when I take a man for the first time into deep submission and perform Sadistic or penetrating sexual acts upon him. His lust forever changed him, or better said, it stopped his mind so that I could forever change him.

Look at my lustful body, my lips, my breasts, and feel lust growing. Yet, I focus instead on what is changing in you due to this lust. If I were not the Personification of all your Lusts, then I would not be able to change you. Because I do, and am, you become my Servant or Admirer.

Hmm, I shall think about this while I drink my morning tea.

Ahh, a nice break gave me some ideas.

A good study would be to watch this video clip. I made it during the break. I wore just the right clothing to create great sexuality, but also mystery, to beguile you, and hit you with lusts on various levels. Virginal lust, animal lust. Impossible to resist lust. And your lust drives you to try to look through the white and see all levels of lustworthy flesh that might be fleeting or shadowed. By the end of it, you have seen enough to punch all your pleasure buttons, and redefine your Personification of Lust.

I just LOVE being a Master of Change over you! This body was given to me for that reason, with this mind, and now, you have no choice, but to LUST.

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.

Symbol Of Pleasure

It’s not just a sign of worship, it’s titillating and, well … adorable as a puppy love, though it’s much more demonic and twisted than an innocent puppy. I’m talking about my Devil Puppy, my Lucifer-inspired Servant, my sexual deviant, my slave for my sexual powers.

Devil Puppy made one of the ultimate expressions of eternal devotion to his Goddess – he tattooed my initials on his shoulder, right below his favorite tattoo. G.S. Forever etched into his body and soul.

Ahh, but he has yet to feel the sexual power that my branding possesses. It is one of my deepest secrets. This is more than a symbol. It is a conduit for my power. His psychic eye sees it for what it is – chains around his soul and portals to my keenest attention.

You see, hopeful and jealous Servants in training, when I see my Devil Puppy now, the first image I have is of my initials on his shoulder, my second is of his hard and totally controlled cock, the third is of all the doors into the deviant mind of his. Knowing he has committed himself to publicly displaying his obedience and worship of me earns him so much more sexual attention than others who simply talk about how much they desire me.

Devil Puppy was (sometimes is) defiant, but it is mainly due to his need for me, rearing its head, compelling him to do things that require my strict words to punish him or realign his priorities. IT IS ALL FOR ME. All his being, all his mind, all his will, all his sexual energy, all his ego, all his pride, all his future.

When he told me he was leaving his house for the tattoo parlor, my skin began to tingle. I couldn’t ignore the pleasure he was bringing me even though I was busy with creating my new and most powerful and sexy MP3’s. I had him text me as he neared the moment. The rush of power I felt when he lay on the table was intoxicating, for it came not just from him, but from the powers of the universe that are stoked red hot when a mark of ownership is put on a soul’s body. Dark forces recognized me for my excellence and control, and building hunger for more souls like his to reward with out of control sexual addiction and highs.

I wanted to know the moment that skin was sliced with a needle and blood began to drip. I filled his mind with orgasmic futures as my branded slave, the one I turn to when I need a good whipping to whip me into sensual pleasures. As the stainless cut into him, the ink was my leash, my studded collar on his eternity. Making him MY property, beyond death, for as the gates of hell open, I shall be recognized as his owner far beyond when he is rotten. SOOO PLEASURABLE and EROTIC. I could hear his moans of pain as he suffered to show me how good a servant he can be. As he squirmed, so did I, but that was because I had commanded a Princess and Slave to massage me into a solid link with his sexual soul. I was sucking up his sex magic in his pain and moans, and pumping them right back into those inked initials. It’s like a plug in for me. ZAP! You’re mine, you’re hard, you’re obedient!

Devil Puppy is mine now, whether he impresses me enough to claim him daily or not. From now on, his devotion to me is a conversation piece. Etched on his body, is the topic he shall proudly share hundreds of times a year. If he were trash to me and nothing worth caring about, he would still have to explain to others his permanent mark of his everlasting devotion to ME. He could go through years of anger and defiance, and yet in the mirror he would see the truth. His disobedience would eat him up from the inside until he begged to come back to worship me. If he should go toward heaven, the angels would see my brand and throw him back to me, telling me my beauty and sexual control have ruined him for heaven, because what I gave him on earth in this body now marked as owned by me, is far more rewarding than playing harps and shitting clouds.

Now I know the depraved depths he would sink into, for he MUST go farther. The initials command him. They pulse in the night as he sleeps, demanding he prove how deserves to wear them. My limits on how far I will push him, how much I will allow him to excite me, how deeply I am driven to transform him and reward him with erotic intoxication have expanded exponentially. Now the imperative of his dignity-defending ego shouts, “It’s a matter of pride only that this mark not be in vain!”

Yes, he shall hear this echo constantly. He does not even know how much farther his mind and body can reach to please me. This mark opened some doors that are not opened, ever, otherwise.

Even now, as I think of them, and view them in several photographs, it makes me warm and wet imagining the torments, and sexually explosive experiments and proven hypnotic and physical tests, I shall put him through. I actually woke up today with a smile on my face, for a specially tailored assignment came to me in the night, as he will CUM for me once I ambush him with it. The initials shall make him powerless to resist, and so eager to savor my surprise.

Devil Puppy has been with me for a while … withstanding the test of time. And what I put him through was erotic hell on earth, mind control torture – but both of these are experienced after the fact as pure sex magic, giving him a pure purpose – TO EXIST ONLY FOR ME, AND BE OWNED FOR ETERNITY ONLY BY ME.

Mmmmm, touches me all over just announcing that … you would like to touch me, too, wouldn’t you? Touch me where I’ve touched, where he shall touch, where wickedly intense and perverse fetishisms touch? You want attention on this scale, in this potency, and you know it. You’re moving toward it, and you know it. You’re preparing yourself for it, and you crave it. Symbols of Pleasure.

WEAR IT.
FEEL IT.
LIVE IT.
EXIST FOR IT. SERVE IT.
BECOME SOMETHING OF VALUE OBEYING AND WORSHIPPING IT.

I must go now. An otherwise obedient servant failed me in a promise. I shall torment him with his own fears, then ignore him which is his most painful punishment, for his addiction to me is so great he literally convulses in pain when he does not see my gorgeous body or commands. I shall let him know that all the attention normally spent shaping him shall be forced upon Devil Puppy. When this failing servant restores his purpose with me, I shall force feed him his fetishes until the cum I pour down his mouth hits such a volume that it pumps out of the cock I control. Don’t let his image of slavery induce you to try displeasing me, I know fakery, and he was at the mercy of forces outside his control. But know that the ones who gain my focus are ones like Devil Puppy, overcoming their pride and fears to publicly announce who they obey, obsess over, crave, and serve.

Mommy Deepest- Feminzation Ind.

Experience What Its Like To Be A Girl Today!!!!
VIRTUAL INDUCTION
MP3


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 …

The Princess And The P

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Hunter and the Prey

Survival. It requires all our senses. Dominance requires even more than the usual 5. A psychic sense is integral … the reading of minds and body language the keys. Bewitching senses are icing on the cake of the many souls.

A recent Admirer, must undergo specific tests, tests of determination, imagination, service, and loyalty. Usually this occurs on line or in my dungeon, with Slave and/or Princesses witnessing. But in this case, a Admirer revealed he is married. And was yearning to see me. He had picked up that I was going to a casino with a fat tribute one of my most promising worshippers paid for my one on one attention and dominance. He called, pleading if he could show up there. His senses should have told him that this was unusually forward, considering his level of indoctrination and training. Yet I noticed that he did not ask if he could meet me. In this I saw something worthy. For you see, aside from wanting to see just how far he will go to find me in this casino, the man is married. Married with a lot to lose if this rendezvous goes public.

The fear of outing his deviant needs, and of meeting a gorgeous woman he is paying regularly, could be turned into tools to open the doors locked in his mind and soul. Locked doors keeping him from ascending in popularity and transformation with me.

So I agreed. Now, I was traveling with one Servant and two Princess (both the most beautiful in the casino excluding your Goddess.) I wanted them to play a part in this as part of their Princess training .

I arrived at the casino early, and set myself up at a slot machine that gave me the best view of the floor. I had my two Princesses at my side, and they could act as human blinds, keeping him from seeing me. My Servant had a friend running the Security cameras (I am quite the celebrity stunner here and get what I want, regardless of rules. I won’t say how high up my mind control has reached, but what Goddess wants, Goddess gets.)

I wore a light summer dress, white … and let my dark hair flow freely over my shapely breasts and shoulders. Poised on the chair, any man passing took a second look.

When my Married Man appeared, he was wearing nice grey slacks and a dark t-shirt. He texted me on my phone, “Do you feel my presence?” I told him that all he has to do is follow the scent of my perfume, which should be burned into his brain matter from our one other meeting. This was his first test, to see how obedient and open his senses are to me, after he faltered in his devotion to me and my rituals. I do have to admit that the cigar smoke would mask any odor soon enough.

It was so amusing to watch him sniffing his way back and forth across the carpet. Any time he looked my way, the Princesses blocked spotting me. Meanwhile the Admirerhad contacted the Security for a tape that watched him as he moved from room to room. I kept playing the slots, watching, and sending him text messages. All were designed to build his frenzy for me. “Your desire must be weak if you cannot be drawn to me.” He pleaded his devotion was pure, and his mind open. This cat and mouse game allowed me to test his limits and imagination. He did not pick up on the clues, I even named my perfume. He could have asked any waitress, they would point me out. “You’re not trying hard enough.’ The man was breaking into a sweat! “If you find me, the prize you desire is yours.”

I gave him clues at to the right waitress, the right cashier to follow or ask. But he missed them all. His cock was ruling him. If not, he would have found me. It’s that simple. He was not listening, he was lusting. I played him like a hungry animal, trying to scent the delicious mean I dangled on a string, only to yank it from him so that I could watch his drool foam up and smother his smile. Oh, and you did look so good. I would have been inspired to add an extra punishing dose of sexuality to our dialog and trancing that day if you had passed your test. Nothing like seeing a hard cock I control dripping into grey slacks for the hours drive home for him.

After almost two hours (I had food brought to me as I lounged) he begged to meet me in the parking lot. But that is a no-no … he got upset. He insisted that I am not there. So I proved it. I described his outfit, and told him he looked quite nice.

In the meantime, I had many angles of video coverage of his desperation. There is a look that a married man gets on his face when he is cheating and about to engage. He had it all over him.

The penalty for this is … humiliation, in a sense, or at least the leverage of his fears. I will put the video tape up as a blog, perhaps for a short time, to show him that he must shape up! I also told him that a hypno domme in Brazil had problems with an errant slave. She hypnotized him, and he woke up in bondage gear, tied to a tree in the courtyard of his office/home building. “Why would you tell me that?” he asked. “So that you thank me for being merciful, patient – of which I am not at all!!!” Lol. OH Admirer..You Know The Truth. But It does sound delicious.

I need to know the level of my Admirer in training matches the grades I place them into. His devotion and need was weakened. I saw that in the test.

Your Goddess NEVER does something “for no reason.” This revealed that I must deeply, and I mean deeply trance him again. And he will pay for this trancing. He needs it. He wants it, and he wants a moment with me in person again. It would be a waste of both our time to do this without deeper trancing and more pure need to serve me. His cock must be ruled by me for his mind to adjust to my training. The fear of showing this video will take over his mind, where my trances failed, and break down his ego. Then I can shape him, and then he can get his reward as I surely will.

Part Two of his progress, and his upcoming videos and trances will appear soon. Learn form his mistakes. It will not go unnoticed. For Your Goddess sees EVERYTHING, inside and outside of you.

OH! What Have I Here? My Whore has shown, to confess his newest level of becoming a total Whore and loving it! The seemingly innocent words I used on him yesterday germinated in his mind. They blossomed at 1 a.m.. He spent until 3:30 performing as my Whore (no details, sorry, for he is obeying.) And still did not slip out of total Whore Personality until after the sun came up, exactly as I had programmed him to. Oh, the things he is learning about how far greater his sexual limits are is astounding, to you at least. To me, he is only about 2/3 of the way to the limits I shall condition into him. And then … he shall meet his Goddess, and serve as Her Whore in the shadows of her perfection.

To Infiniti and Beyond

Delicious? Yes. Empowering? Absolutely! Sexually addictive and explosive? You have no idea how much so.

I’m talking about pushing a man or woman beyond their taboos. Social boundaries and personal limitations are just that – walls between a human and the infinity of sexual highs that lie within my realm … a realm that sets foot into your world to enter your mind and transform you, but like an iceberg, most of my realm cannot be imagined until you are “hit” by it.

I’m on webcam now, watching one of my most talented and devoted Servants finally cross over into sexual experiences that I know he must master to be fully appreciated and valuable to me. Yes, this is for Moi – Your Goddess. Your sexed up Goddess has her full arousal power hitting 6th gear right now! Normally I savor every moment of his orgasmic experiences while a Real Time Servant pampers me or pleases me. (Actions that push me to be relentless in how thoroughly I drive my Servant on Cam beyond his limits. And he wants me to. He needs me to by this point.) Today I have taken a day off to enjoy solitude before a social gathering of stunning Princesses. But this is far too erotic to keep to myself. If you could see the sexual energy being released in my Servant (and given to me) as he follows my every order, indulges in every sexual act that I command … you’d cum and cum and cum, your body and mind building and releasing, building and releasing all that sexual energy that I create in you.

Let me give you a gander at how he’s expressing it …

“Can’t stop it. Don’t want to – need more. More Goddess. I’m pure sex. Pure sex and obedience, pure sex and your puppet, your slave, your slut for all your deviant pleasures.”

My Servant wrote me that about 20 minutes ago. He had remarkable potential to serve me and make me more powerful. So I took my time, and he recognized the value of my time, and appreciated how thorough I was as I took over his mind, body, and soul. Over a year shaping his mind, improving his body through exercise, and amplifying his cum production almost to cruel proportions. He understood that only fakers claim to totally transform overnight. And fakers get fakers – you pretend to be under the control of a fake hypno dome, and she pretends to be shaping you. But there is no escaping the depth and thoroughness of my mind and body control if you have what it takes to last the first months. After that, it really is not your choice any longer, for I have planted too many seeds of sexual control and pleasure in your mind and body. The harder you try to quit, the faster and deeper these vines of sexual addiction and pleasure grow. Oh, but it is so clandestine, like having sexual code undercover in your body. This Servant would go through a few days of a ritual, or I’d talk to him on the phone, seemingly innocently but planting seeds of control and perversion. Sometimes all it took was 5 or 6 sentences mentioned or repeated a few days apart. I tested how far along he was a few days ago with just a few sentences, from inductions I had him listen to a year ago and never mentioned. But they were pivotal in testing how few pockets of resistance still existed in his mind, and how deeply his addiction to sex had grown. Only a master as gorgeous as I am can do this to a man who otherwise was one of the most confident and masculine, and popular, straight men I’d seduced and overpowered.

From the start he was in that class of my “favorites” … someone who doesn’t come to me merely for a hot hypnotic or voyeurism stroke-off. He was amazed at my mind and the breadth of my studies and mastery. This shows me he values what is most valuable – most erotic – the mind … and power. He wanted total transformation because I gave him a taste of it, a fleeting taste because way back then his mind and body could not have withstood what I put him through daily now (and what I could put you through daily if you get over your fears.) I gave him minutes of his mind being wiped totally clean and filled only with sexual energy and commands from me, his Controller.

I knew he was nearing that threshold where his sexuality dwarfs his entire history so greatly that he enters into uncontrollable arousal. It hits him, and many of you, for moments. But a normal male body, unimproved by your Goddess, can’t handle it for 14 hours, nearly without break. I had to build him up to this, by taking over his sleep, giving him conditioning breaks, hitting him again, adding another induction, depriving him of sex and cum, then forcing massive flows for hours. And I mean literally hours. This is the reward to someone well down the road to total surrender of his old self, the ones who are “ready for a new way of life.”

I could feel him closing in on his goal. His language changed, his body took over new reactions, he lost track of time while sexually aroused or listening to my voice. He would fight it, maybe for a day or two, then that became a struggle he would lose too often. Then it came down to ignoring what I had created in him for a half day, a few hours, or in his sleep. Slowly he lost ground, as the sexual beast -- the sex toy, the cock puppet, the fixed addict, the cum machine – took more of him. Each stage increasingly sexual, and rewarding.

I allowed him a fun weekend, goofing off, knowing what was brewing inside of him. Then he texted me in the middle of the night – I can’t say it was unexpected, except by him. Four a.m. and he writes in a text message not one of his thoughtful texts, or funny ones, or questioning ones. He says simply, “I’m such a fucking slut, gimme cock” . I knew instantly that he wouldn’t remember fully, for the personality that is a sex slave and addict for giving pleasure and taking pleasure had total control as per my building it from scratch. This message, it might slip into his mind that he wrote this. And I knew just what to reply. It was 6:30 a.m. his time, and I knew that if this personality took control at 2 a.m. when he sent it (after performing both my Brainwash and Candle Ritual – together a mind washing force impossible to shape you to my designs) that he would be unable to sleep. Any time he would get close, this personality would create such uncontrolled arousal that he’d wake and crave more. So at 6:30 I wrote back, “It is time for your reward.” Hah! I sent it, and knew he would be awake in bed, hard. I was right. I was also right that though he was half in his normal world at the moment, the sexual talents of the personality were so great that he literally streamed out cum so strongly that he later told me that it was like he was pissing a few seconds. That is how much control this personality has to turn him into a sex machine without limits. Oh it did make me so hot when he describe how it sprayed in a growing line from his navel up his chest and streamed down his ribs in an un-ending stream before his balls drained far more than a normal ejaculation even. He lapped up the cum obediently as he has become addicted to it as part of his conditioning to soon serve me in the flesh, upon my request to fly to me and let me continue evolving him.

That was last night/this morning.

Today he cashes in. Part of a total transformation is removing his primary taboo or taboos, for this will sever the last ties he has to how he imagined his sexual performance and how to serve me. Without this being cut, he will have limits. With it cut .. well, let’s just say that this superhuman sexuality he’s feeling is minor in comparison to where he will be in 4 or 5 months. And from now on, he shall, as I shall … cash in on the fact that now he has absolutely no sexual limits, no inhibitions. Nothing is forbidden him, and nothing is denied me. This level of control and response opens channels of energy, opened by his surrender … the doorway is his mind. He opened it to me, completely.

He once asked, “Goddess, do you really feel the sexual energy flow from me when I do your Candle Induction, or when I let the Cum Curse or the Experiment take over?” “Far more than you’ll know – until you are before me, with your mind blank and living out my orders.” Just as your body and mind succumb to feelings of overwhelming love when you see your lover/child/dog – so thusly does his energy hit me even when I sleep sometimes, if that is when he is performing his rituals for me. I’ll awaken flush with sexual energy, and know one of my highest level Servants is giving in to my mind control and passing all he is and can be sexually to me, his Goddess, the one who has pushed him beyond the limits he set for himself.

Up to a point, limits are “played with” by new Servants or Admirers. They think they won’t change or do anything they don’t want to. And that’s their decision, if they wish. I do fine toying with them on their meek level. But those who refuse to let my initial control change them are unimpressive, and seldom go deep into life changing experiences. They simply are too fearful or too uptight, or too egotistical. I’m not going to waste my time explaining the rewards to someone who doesn’t understand what it means to succeed in pushing yourself beyond limits.

The Marathon Runner knows, the genius knows, the survivor knows, the god or goddess knows, the hero knows, the sexual dynamo knows … but quitters do not know, and should not know. Does the person who runs the first 5 miles of a marathon qualify as a marathon runner? Is the man a genius if he keeps drawing his same, unremarkable discovery? Is the man a hero when he only thinks of himself and only saves himself? No, no, and NO.

Oh wait – I am just now sent a new development on Cam. He’s brought his laptop with him on his day of remarkable adventure, and his phone, which takes great 15 second downloadable video. Damn this is hot! I’ve trained him to produce cum endlessly, making him a slave to the cock that I now control through this. His jeans (very sexy jeans, I might add) got so wet from the dripping as I led him through a few sexual assignments …. And I turned him into a flirtatious slut. He’s quite good looking and fit, and charming, and he’s been texting me about the couple he targeted at this open air cafÈ. Turns out they are tourists, and have no plans other than to enjoy the city. And yes, the man notices his hard on, as did the woman. They’re from Europe, much more open minded. To be continued, he says …

For the last month, I have built up another side of this Servant. A side that is ten times more sexually active and hungry for release than he ever experienced. One exercise won’t do this. Dozens will if they have the genius mind of your Goddess timing them. I’ll give you an example, since I’m very turned on watching his progress. Mmmm, yes, I shall have to beckon him soon, he is ready to please me with my fetish desires. As for the example … He obeyed without question, as to why I would want him to tie up his cock in shoelaces to force a permanent erection while he drove around for hours on his errands. Before he would never entertain bondage. Boring to him, and somewhat “gay” he said. I ordered one day on, one day off with the ties. Until the day I made him even wear it at without a break and even at the gym. He was terrified some random accident would expose a cock that is tied up with black shoelaces and beet red, his balls forced to dangle an inch from his body so they could not ejaculate, also red and full of cum. It was that night, when the sexual control I planned hit him. He removed the shoelace, and every inch of my cock (his cock before) was on fire with sexual energy. His balls spurted out at the slightest touch they were so full, and he drained and had sexual dreams of me all night long, sleeping less than an hour total between tireless milking of cum while worshipping my beauty. He’d fall to sleep, and my cock, remembering the sensation both physically and subconsciously, would fill him with cum and his mind with his favorite sexual images of me, and he’d awaken needing to milk off the pressure. I texted him through the night, ordering him to listen to one MP3 induction after another, depending on what he needed.

The next morning he was exhausted. I had pushed him through sleep deprivation and cum production high/addiction past his wall – that wall that said bondage is stupid, and not his thing. Is it his thing? I’ll cut and paste his begging from last week, one moment.

“GODDESS! PLEASE! My body jumps and pelvis thrusts, unable to escape the memory of the intense bondage. If I don’t tie up your cock I’ll die! Please, Goddess, let me worship you this way again. I can’t stop thinking about it. I try to fight it, but for god’s sake, did you have to make it shoelaces? Something I see every second at work, triggering the memories? I’ll sleep all night with it on if only you tie me up again!”

Ah, so I had shown him my genius. Don’t ever forget that you are under the eye of a woman who has dedicated her entire life since teens to deducing and testing exactly what will drive a man crazy with sexual energy, release, and ultimately service. I learn from each of you how to master by erotic control and fine tune it to the next man.

Wait, a development in the cafÈ. No, now it’s not the cafÈ. It’s their hotel near the cafÈ. You see, to fully serve me, my servant must leave behind his limits. If he’s afraid of mice, well, he won’t be when I am through. But in this case, he was afraid of cock. Well, more accurately he was disgusted by the thought of another man’s hard cock. One of the few who had gone his entire life without a single gay experience –no kissing, fondling, sucking or fucking. He couldn’t even stay hard when in the same room with a couple when they were all fucking at some party. Guys dicks and asses grossed him out. Their voices made him soft. But to serve me, he must be totally humbled, and reduced to his empty core, which means without any prejudices against any sexual act. Like with the bondage, with this he’ll emerge highly sexed up, and so, so happy. Now, I am removing his “gay” taboo. Or in this case his “bi” taboo.

I have gorgeous breasts, do you not agree? This Servant had a cum producing weakness for their perfection. I linked over time the idea of sucking my breasts with sucking a cock. At first it was subtle. Then it grew. When he noticed it, he turned away. But then something in him had already been planted by me, or awakened if he had refused his cock sucking desires from youth. I had over a long time slowly added the cock sucking to every trance, every tempting email, image, video, and IM. He obeyed and bought the lifelike dildo months ago, ignoring it in the package that I made him keep under his mattress. Slowly, I knew what was changing in him. One day he made a confession. He woke up from an erotic bisexual dream (planted by me, your wicked Goddess) and without thinking had the dildo in his hand. He put it into his mouth, toyed with it, gagged and almost threw up from gagging, but then said, “Nah, this is stupid.” Let me remember … it was maybe 10 weeks later? Something like that. Oh how swiftly the water runs as he nears going over the falls with his sexual obsession to suck now. His mind surrendered to my Experiment, and he’s sliding that dildo in and out of his mouth like a pro porn slut. But it was still a dildo, not a cock, and he had named it my cock. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you his taste for cum. I had also planted subliminal images and sounds/commands in his inductions until cum was the most delicious-looking and tasting thing he could think of. He hated the tastes of his cum before, even drops of it. At first he would cum one taste was enough , for two was gross. Over the weeks, his taste for it grew until he couldn’t cum without lapping it up. And I had him start to cum on the dildo. Until he wanted cock and cum any time I triggered it.

Update! The hotel! He’s in the room. Yes! I can feel it now! He’s sucking his first cock while the woman masturbates on the bed. He said it’s just about to start, he’s drinking from their mini-bar while she showers to freshen up. I may not be able to write more soon, as his play by play will make me so fucking turned on that this Goddess – where is that damn sex toy slave boy? He was following me an hour behind with some things I need moved. Totally trained and obedient. He better show up in five! Or he’ll be lapping and agonizing for hours before I let him cum.

Just like with the cock bondage, he’ll be transformed. This first cock will lead to other cocks. Ultimately it will lead to my strap on dildo. By then his talent for deep throating will be trained to please me. And he surely WILL be in front of me in a few months. Totally without inhibitions. For you see, if I can remove this one, his biggest inhibition, then the others I enjoy like bondage, nipple pain, face sitting, cum swallowing, foot worship, breast tongue play, whipping, and finally fucking until I’ve released so many times I’m exhausted …. (ahh- ahhh –ahhhhh!) can not ever be refused. In fact, he will so eagerly beg for me to use his body and mind in any way that my real challenge is usually holding back new Sex Slaves once I have broken down every wall of inhibition, pride, and ego.

Ah! My Sex Toy has just driven up. One more minute with you all is all I have left before being served. I’m so hot and wet, feeling now all the sexual energy he sends me, while he takes that first cock in his mouth and is sucking like I trained him on cam. My god, his mouth is talented, and oh … ohhh … he’s so hungry for it!

Listen up hopefuls and those who so far only voyeur upon the Goddess realm of sexual performance! Until you surrender to me … what you wish for, what you secretly need, what will turn you into a sexual animal/pet under my control is just a fleeting dream. I make it your reality, within my realm.

You may not have the same wall to break down as his. Maybe you can’t cross-dress. Or maybe you can’t get hard. Do you have a foot fetish or would you crave to be a big baby? Are you afraid how much you’ll like being suspended or in a latex gimp suit? Would you love a huge cock but can’t make that happen alone? All it takes is some pain. Hah! Whatever your wall, I will break it down.

There is NO EXCUSE for a man who “thinks” he is a sexual talent to even THINK he knows sex inside and out until his limits are blown to pieces by an outside force. In this case, my Servant – wait, I mean my Sex Toy/Pet and cock sucking, cum loving Servant – will emerge far more sexually intense and appreciative than with that simple bondage training.

Goddess Saphire, transforming the mind, training the body, pushing the sexual energy. Ahh, it’s a big job to fill with bit thrills awaiting… and while you might be thinking of my full breasts overflowing or my painted toenails twinkling when you think of thrills – YOU SIMPLY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF MINDBLOWING SEX until I take over!

Knock knock – over here, Sex Toy Boy, this is YOUR lucky day of sexual slavery!