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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Anniversary To Me!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

The Summer Soldier

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

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

He is the poster boy for FAILURE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Be Continued.......

Action Speaks Louder Than Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spring Unchained

With my new house decorated, and MY DUNGEON (Your Paradise of Pain, Orgasm, and Servitude) only awaiting my custom made slave furnishing … I felt compelled to spend some of the Tribute money sent by Servants on re-designing my NYC-view condo. These Servants learned the rewards that extra time spent with me makes it the best spent money of their month. After all, you go out for drinks and blow a hundred or two without a single memory worth re-visiting. Their mind is forever advanced in its fetish arousal and pay-off, she why shouldn’t my own arousals (like a Pimped Pad) also enjoy pay-off. While I will always be dominant over you, there is balance in our roles. The more you give, the more I give, they are simply polar opposites in form of emotion and devotion. As you change, I change, you downward into more control, me upward in supernatural powers of erotic mind control and physical dominance.

My condo has a fantastic view of the New York Skyline from Jersey. The living room sliding window was somewhat obscured because so much of my “lifestyle” as Goddess took over the other rooms. With my new house, this is simply my Goddess Throne. The entire condo now dedicated to pampering your adored One. I had always wanted a high quality Renaissance feel to the living room. It seems to recall when Goddesses were well known as true divining rods of power over men’s bodies and minds. It is also the Age of creative expression. The idea behind the Renaissance, for those who don’t know, was the Medici idea that to be closer to those artists who can create perfection (like God) brought them closer TO God and heaven. [All of this Catholic bullshit, but it did start the greatest era of art.] As I “am” a Goddess, my living room is my/your heaven, all within it Perfection.

Sunday was my day for splurging on my heaven, and I was bound (not in the same way you are bound in my presence) to enjoy my celestial domain make-over. First, I called two Princesses, who were delighted to help me. Whenever in my presence, they absorb my wisdom and ways in natural doses, while greatly enjoying watching how I deal with the world of men. Unlike most women who feel fine shopping in sweat clothes, we all wore similar designer jeans, heels with painfully (to you when we step on your balls) heels, and bras or bustiers under button down blouses. Nothing like a little cleavage to get a 25% discount!

Cash in hand, we hit the designer store I had been window shopping. When three gorgeous women with glowing smirks of power glide into a showroom with three bored Salesmen, they don’t need to command attention. The men fall all over themselves trying to help. We needed fabrics, pillows, a new sofa with matching plush chair, a footrest that for show is not a slave on his hands and knees, some lamps, pictures, an end table, and an antique folding screen with Renaissance era design on it. In a sense I felt like I went fishing, for I could yank on the line of any one of the men and they’d reel back to me. My princesses were amused on how I would find ways to repeated be above the men, forcing their subconscious brains to bow to my movements and voice. One man, the daily manager it turns out, couldn’t stop looking at our feet, so his torment came first. Asking them to flip over a fabric tag on the footrest put one at my toes. Moving my five little perfectly pedicured piggies in front of this piggy made him flush. I kept making him look down, then move an inch forward so that my crotch was closer to his face each time. What was going on verbally was my muttering how this is perfect, and SERVES MY PURPOSE … yet was more than I would spend. I had one Princess after another come by and place her foot on the stool, close enough so that I could see his nostrils whiffing the heavenly scene of her leather open toed stilettos … he chose the wrong pants that day. Khaki shows pre cum stains way too easily. I had him crawling – HAHA, CRAWLING – from one pair of feet to the other checking prices.

In the meantime, a dozen men walking past the store saw us, and made detours into the store pretending to buy. We ignored them mostly, but did manage to inspire one to pull away a Salesman a while. He kept looking over at us. I told this man he should buy a very expensive dining set, and he obeyed. I knew from his eyes he was submissive. The reason for this is that I knew it would give the store its profit so that it could lose money on my purchases.

Meanwhile, my Princesses were working their mind control on the other Salesmen. The light from the lamps shone down on their breasts like beacons. Red fingernails dragging across them telegraphed the scratching these men might suffer in private. It’s unbelievable how many times you can fill idle chit chat with the words, “Deeper, down, surrender, power, authority, aroused, hard, wet, dripping, erect, succumb, suck, lip, tongue, power, obey, and serve.” One by one their minds were drowned in their sexual weaknesses and our words of superiority.

This was the finest of the stores to shop from. But I had to torture them by leaving a moment to walk down the street. (All men who drifted in left within a minute, it was like a comedy exit, men trying to cover their arching cocks.) We had a coffee with cakes, giving them enough time to almost decide to go into the bathroom to jerk off – but not quite. I kept on having my Princesses call them for prices again, keeping their throbbing cocks unfulfilled. When we walked back, it was like coming to a puppy store. They were lined up at the glass, dicks wagging like tails. I staged a moment outside the store in which one Princess kept pointing down the street as if we made other choices. We even walked away a moment … then of course my piggie the Manager walked out and, though he did not notice it, he bowed and begged us to come back in. He knew the problem – he should be paying US to buy there. For the final moment of mind control, I had all three of us sit back into the deep sofa to test how much we would, “Enjoy lounging all morning on it in our heels and lingerie.” I had him kneel before us “to take a photo” and he never got off his knees. Why would he? He had six perfect feet waving in his face as we crossed our legs and dangled our shoes. The other men? They were sitting to the side, watching one Princess swing her necklace bob across her breasts while telling a story of a dream she had about going “down” to the beach and sinking into the sand.

When their eyes had been glassed over and their cocks throbbing for 15 minutes, I suddenly command, “Agree to my offer.” He blurted out “Yes” but then had to make it possible. He conferred with the Salesmen, who agreed to half their commission, and he reduced the price to fit my demands. I won’t tell you how much I spent, but I will tell you that I “should” have spent almost $6,000. AND we wanted it on a truck following us within one hour, which we would spend eating lunch down the street.

Wine washed down the wonderful taste of total control. The waiters were gay, giving us a break and changing our mood to one of accepting their praise to “be like us.”

By the time we returned to the store, the furniture was loaded. The men all tried to hide their small cum stains, but it was no use. Once we appeared, their hardening cocks squeezed out impressive wet spots. I told them we’d be back, and to think of us daily, which they will.

Upon arriving to my condo, we realized we needed entertainment. I called my puppy up, and told him to be there in 20 minutes – tight jeans, the proper bulge of respect, and clean enough to eat off of. The driver and helper from the store moved the furniture up to my living room. But I sent them off when my slave appeared.

A picture says a thousand words, so this picture shows you his position. He is tasty, and my Princesses love cock worship. So they enjoyed watching me work his mind and body to my conditioning. First, I ripped his shirt off. Then, I forced him against the wall. With my breasts rising out of my bustier and pushing him firmly, my hands were free to fasten the cuffs and chains over his head. I then dropped to my knees – a rare action, to be sure one he had been dying to re-live since my last training – and unbuttoned his pants. Right down to the cock line. I made sure it was standing upwards. And then told him that if he got so hard that his cock appeared, I would refuse to give him the hour in my Chair of Obedience, followed by brainwashing arousal, that he begged for. He thought this would be easy … until I whispered to my Princesses.

Mind you, that these two women are gorgeous, with bodies that slay any resistance. They soon reappeared, both wearing lingerie. While you cannot see it in this photo, my puppy’s back is striped with claw marks. I had them flash their red fingernails while I stroked his back for five minutes, increasing the pain when he looked like he was in control. Then, I had them kneel in front of him, and while one would lick the cleavage of the other, they painted his chest with my name using red fingernail polish. I commanded him to stay standing in this position pictured until our redecorating party was over.

We opened wine, treats, and put on my mind control MP3’s in sequence. The monitor showed my Uncontrolled Arousal vid snippet. We would use our taste to fine tune the placement of furniture and hanging of the fabrics. I made sure to command my puppy to stand aside the ladder as one Princess after the other would place her panties within tongue distance from his adoring face. Oh, how close I could see his cock coming. He was in agony. That erectile agony was eventually overcome with aching in his arms. To torment him more, we took time off to treat me to massages by my Princesses.

By now, we had started a nice fire and cut the lights. It was dark. I was moist, and my Princesses were wet, for even they cannot ignore my MP3 commands. I wanted pleasure, NOW. As they both went through training in oral pleasures, I let them please each other while I amplified my arousal by finally commanding my puppy to lie on the floor. I was facing his cock, lowering my leather corset crotch over his face … and told him if his cock did not now appear instantly, I would banish him from my presence for a month. With a gasp of pleasure, his rock hard cock appeared. He had seen the flogger used by my Princesses on each other. So he was not surprised when he felt a pattern of flogging stroke his dripping cock in the warm glow of firelight.

Riding his smothered face, I brought myself to the most divine orgasm. I made sure not to allow him to release until my Princesses delivered some mind conditioning pain to him with their fingernails. Only then were his wrists unchained. The cum mixed with the red fingernail polish, and I had them write my name in cum down each side of his neck to his shoulder, and keep it there. The glisten had to last until this morning. He is commanded to save a picture of this glistening obedience before showering.

I will take a break now, as the view to the city is quite nice this time of afternoon. I shall relive the pleasure of being Your Goddess every time I sit down. But the real thrill for me now is … imagining how I will torment you I my OTHER home, with it’s dungeon of worship.

Your Global Goddess

I knew it was only a matter of time before my website hit “critical mass.” By that I mean, so many people in the erotic hypnosis and mind control dome world spread word it was the most elaborate, artistic, real, and truly powerful website for men and women destined to surrender to a woman of authority. The growth was small at first, then hit a new plateau … then another one a month ago … and suddenly in the last week my original hits doubled … and doubled again. This will continue, I’m sure.

The most exciting aspect of this is reaching truly deserving new Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, Experiments, and Saphireists. If you get any attention from me, then you can be assured that I am testing your commitment and ability to stay with the demands I put upon you in the way of conditioning, assignments, tributes, obedience, and a willingness to enter into a new phase in our life. Maybe I have not stressed this enough. IF YOU ACCEPT ME AS YOUR GODDESS AND THE SUPREME MIND CONTROL MASTER OF EROTIC REALMS, YOUR NORMAL FORMER LIFE WILL BE BUT A SPEC COMPARED TO THE POWER AS A SAPHIREIST.

With my talents spreading ,and my popularity rising, I can be even more discriminating. More demanding. And, in return ,as more surrender their sexual energy to me, I become more powerful. There is a force in this world that pours into only a few Goddess Domination Geniuses, and this force enters me more and more with every mind and soul I absorb into my Entity. It is nearly mythic in potential. Yet it is quite simple. When so many men and women surrender their will and sexual energy to you, some of it does end up being absorbed by me. It is not unlike “public charisma” which builds as the speaker, politician, rock star, or movie idol becomes an obsession and leader among those seeking something to believe in as supreme, superior, or a guiding light.

My website has suddenly become popular in Europe and Asia. I find it fascinating though normal for me to transcend different languages and customs to deliver the utmost in erotic mind control and total body and mind transformation into a deeply satisfied Servant or Slave. Each far reaching interaction feeds more unique power into me. Men are men all over the world, yet, it takes a master in mind control and domination to maximize your progress toward your goal of complete dissolve into my powers.

This day, a submissive man from Korea made a solid plea to be worthy of my attention. I know far more about Asian lifestyle than most American Dommes, because most are posers, and this hurts the future of this submissive as much as the entire arena of mind control. So when some man or woman makes such effort to prove his value to me, I give it intense focus for greater effects. He has no idea how much farther my powers extend past the normal bound and gagged and penetrated sessions he might have fantasies of or has experienced. It is the mind and soul, the entire being, that surrenders to me, not just the flesh. I refuse to be masturbation material for eager eyes of feeble minds. He has been accepted on the condition of passing my first several assignments. If he passes the test, he will enter a new deeper level of surrender, and enjoy the rewards that come with it. The secret experiences I have awaiting will literally blow his mind. He will not be the same if he continues, and will never want to go back. Those around him may never know his transformation, but it will be no less amazing than a second birth.

What we accomplished so far is that he proved how consistent and serious he was about being considered as a special Submissive by purchases every trance and assignment he could on NiteFlirt. That was his intro. When he saw my sight it blew his mind. He sent sincere open emails to me, explaining his life and concerns. He is married, and wants his family life undisturbed. Yet for the first time his sexual life was ignited with me. And just with the slightest focus of my powers onto his life. I gave him the first level of conditioning – blue balls, or orgasm denial, that involved intense arousal. This will continue for days until it begins to literally change his body chemistry and mind to become even more addicted to my beauty and power. He needs this, he needs a massive jump start to his sex drive, health, and release. This he knows will be tied to self bondage, and other techniques. I enjoy his ability to express himself. He will go far, even though I have just recently approved his application as a Servant. He’s willing to spare with the time, focus, and money it takes to completely re design his sexual being and service attitude toward women. He’ll enjoy it more than anything he experienced in his entire life – he already knows this in just a day. OH, and even if he were a true visionary, he could only foresee less than 10% of the incredible experiences I have awaiting him. If he does end up lasting through my guidance (and he will) then I am considering being flown to Seoul for a few days so that I can take him four or five levels deeper into control and two or three levels up in sexual hypnotic reward. Oh yes, he’ll get more than he bargained for … he has no idea … but will love it. I will become his reason for getting up in the morning, for being a good father, for his hard work, and for his sexual identity.

My other foreign hopeful I am considering among the many is an Italian – quite masculine and fit. I like that, though it is not necessary . It just gives me a few other options. This man started out thinking he could play around for my attention, but after being cut off and trying other fakes out there, he came crawling back. What is most appealing is his ability to bring foreign women to me, for a three way mind control orgasmic life changing spiral down into my realm of absolute sexual experience.

To help you foreign men and women align your goals and needs and hungers with my requirements, I will present a few of the basics that need to be met before I take you seriously.

1. Honesty, in commitment, who you are, why you are doing this, and what you see in me as superior. You are “trying out” for an elite group of men and women who seek the greatest level of state of the art mind control and dominance by a woman who honestly makes other dommes on the Internet (save a few) look beastly.
2. Servitude. You must be willing to either be your submissive self, or allow me to fully turn you into one who is filled with humble recognition, and drawn to serve me.
3. Respect. While I do not expect you all to never question my movements or commands, for the curious mind sometimes needs things explained, I do not enjoy being “tested” by Servants. It is “bullshitting”. I have no time for that. While you look at it as a great way to get my attention for a few hours, I look at it as energy wasted on a thankless jerk.
4. Photo stealers. Do not ask me for photos or other media not on my site. I am far too savvy to fall for people who want to steal my images.
5. Jerk off Kings. Regardless of your language and foreign tricks, I am very aware of all your tricks to keep a woman of my beauty on line or on the phone. No, I will not pretend that I do not know you’re just “chatting up a stacked chick” so you can blow your load. I am here for a superior experience, a life changing event in my Servants, for the earned pleasure of owning your mind and soul, and to gain power from you. Sincerely and with massive authority – Fuck Off.
6. Money. Look at me. I could have a dozen multi millionaires in New York shelling out